Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Barnes & Noble Classics Series)

by L. Frank Baum

  The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City, and although he was not a Wizard the people were proud of him. “For,” they said, “there is not another city in all the world that is ruled by a stuffed man.” And, so far as they knew, they were quite right.

  The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz the four travellers met in the Throne Room and talked matters over. The Scarecrow sat in the big throne and the others stood respectfully before him.

  “We are not so unlucky,” said the new ruler; “for this Palace and the Emerald City belong to us, and we can do just as we please. When I remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer’s cornfield, and that I am now the ruler of this beautiful City, I am quite satisfied with my lot.”

  “I also,” said the Tin Woodman, “am well pleased with my new heart; and, really, that was the only thing I wished in all the world.”

  “For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave as any beast that ever lived, if not braver,” said the Lion, modestly.

  “If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the Emerald City,” continued the Scarecrow, “we might all be happy together.”

  “But I don’t want to live here,” cried Dorothy. “I want to go to Kansas, and live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.”

  “Well, then, what can be done?” enquired the Woodman.

  The Scarecrow decided to think, and he thought so hard that the pins and needles began to stick out of his brains. Finally he said:

  “Why not call the Winged Monkeys, and asked them to carry you over the desert?”

  “I never thought of that!” said Dorothy, joyfully. “It’s just the thing. I’ll go at once for the Golden Cap.”

  When she brought it into the Throne Room she spoke the magic words, and soon the band of Winged Monkeys flew in through an open window and stood beside her.

  “This is the second time you have called us,” said the Monkey King, bowing before the little girl. “What do you wish?”

  “I want you to fly with me to Kansas,” said Dorothy.

  But the Monkey King shook his head.

  “That cannot be done,” he said. “We belong to this country alone, and cannot leave it. There has never been a Winged Monkey in Kansas yet, and I suppose there never will be, for they don’t belong there. We shall be glad to serve you in any way in our power, but we cannot cross the desert. Good-bye.”

  And with another bow the Monkey King spread his wings and flew away through the window, followed by all his band.

  The Scarecrow sat on the big throne.

  Dorothy was almost ready to cry with disappointment.

  “I have wasted the charm of the Golden Cap to no purpose,” she said, “for the Winged Monkeys cannot help me.”

  “It is certainly too bad!” said the tender hearted Woodman.

  The Scarecrow was thinking again, and his head bulged out so horribly that Dorothy feared it would burst.

  “Let us call in the soldier with the green whiskers,” he said, “and ask his advice.”

  So the soldier was summoned and entered the Throne Room timidly, for while Oz was alive he never was allowed to come further than the door.

  “This little girl,” said the Scarecrow to the soldier, “wishes to cross the desert. How can she do so?”

  “I cannot tell,” answered the soldier; “for nobody has ever crossed the desert, unless it is Oz himself.”

  “Is there no one who can help me?” asked Dorothy, earnestly.

  “Glinda might,” he suggested.

  “Who is Glinda?” enquired the Scarecrow.

  “The Witch of the South. She is the most powerful of all the Witches, and rules over the Quadlings. Besides, her castle stands on the edge of the desert, so she may know a way to cross it.”

  “Glinda is a good Witch, isn’t she?” asked the child.

  “The Quadlings think she is good,” said the soldier, “and she is kind to everyone. I have heard that Glinda is a beautiful woman,41 who knows how to keep young in spite of the many years she has lived.”

  “How can I get to her castle?” asked Dorothy.

  “The road is straight to the South,” he answered, “but it is said to be full of dangers to travellers. There are wild beasts in the woods, and a race of queer men who do not like strangers to cross their country. For this reason none of the Quadlings ever come to the Emerald City.”

  The soldier then left them and the Scarecrow said,

  “It seems, in spite of dangers, that the best thing Dorothy can do is to travel to the Land of the South and ask Glinda to help her. For, of course, if Dorothy stays here she will never get back to Kansas.”

  “You must have been thinking again,” remarked the Tin Woodman.

  “I have,” said the Scarecrow.

  “I shall go with Dorothy,” declared the Lion, “for I am tired of your city and long for the woods and the country again. I am really a wild beast, you know. Besides, Dorothy will need someone to protect her.”

  “That is true,” agreed the Woodman. “My axe may be of service to her; so I, also, will go with her to the Land of the South.”

  “When shall we start?” asked the Scarecrow.

  “Are you going?” they asked, in surprise.

  “Certainly. If it wasn’t for Dorothy I should never have had brains. She lifted me from the pole in the cornfield and brought me to the Emerald City. So my good luck is all due to her, and I shall never leave her until she starts back to Kansas for good and all.”

  “Thank you,” said Dorothy, gratefully. “You are all very kind to me. But I should like to start as soon as possible.”

  “We shall go to-morrow morning,” returned the Scarecrow. “So now let us all get ready, for it will be a long journey.”

  Chapter XIX.

  Attacked by the Fighting Trees.42

  The next morning Dorothy kissed the The next morning Dorothy kissed the pretty green girl good-bye, and they all hook hands with the soldier with the green whiskers, who had walked with them as far as the gate. When the Guardian of the Gates saw them again he wondered greatly that they could leave the beautiful City to get into new trouble. But he at once unlocked their spectacles, which he put back into the green box, and gave them many good wishes to carry with them.

  “You are now our ruler,” he said to the Scarecrow; “so you must come back to us as soon as possible.”

  “I certainly shall if I am able,” the Scarecrow replied; “but I must help Dorothy to get home, first.”

  As Dorothy bade the good-natured Guardian a last farewell she said,

  “I have been very kindly treated in your lovely City, and everyone has been good to me. I cannot tell you how grateful I am.”

  “Don’t try, my dear,” he answered. “We should like to keep you with us, but if it is your wish to return to Kansas I hope you will find a way.” He then opened the gate of the outer wall and they walked forth and started upon their journey.

  The sun shone brightly as our friends turned their faces toward the Land of the South. They were all in the best of spirits, and laughed and chatted together. Dorothy was once more filled with the hope of getting home, and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were glad to be of use to her. As for the Lion, he sniffed the fresh air with delight and whisked his tail from side to side in pure joy at being in the country again, while Toto ran around them and chased the moths and butterflies, barking merrily all the time.

  “City life does not agree with me at all,” remarked the Lion, as they walked along at a brisk pace. “I have lost much flesh since I lived there, and now I am anxious for a chance to show the other beasts how courageous I have grown.”

  They now turned and took a last look at the Emerald City. All they could see was a mass of towers and steeples behind the green walls, and high up above everything the spires and dome of the Palace of Oz.

  “Oz was not such a bad Wizard, after all,” said the Tin Woodman, as he felt his heart rattling around in his breast.

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�He knew how to give me brains, and very good brains, too,” said the Scarecrow.

  “If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave me,” added the Lion, “he would have been a brave man.”

  Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her, but he had done his best, so she forgave him. As he said, he was a good man, even if he was a bad Wizard.

  The first day’s journey was through the green fields and bright flowers that stretched about the Emerald City on every side. They slept that night on the grass, with nothing but the stars over them; and they rested very well indeed.

  In the morning they travelled on until they came to a thick wood. There was no way of going around it, for it seemed to extend to the right and left as far as they could see; and, besides, they did not dare change the direction of their journey for fear of getting lost. So they looked for the place where it would be easiest to get into the forest.

  The Scarecrow, who was in the lead, finally discovered a big tree with such wide spreading branches that there was room for the party to pass underneath. So he walked forward to the tree, but just as he came under the first branches they bent down and twined around him, and the next minute he was raised from the ground and flung headlong among his fellow travellers.

  This did not hurt the Scarecrow, but it surprised him, and he looked rather dizzy when Dorothy picked him up.

  “Here is another space between the trees,” called the Lion.

  “Let me try it first,” said the Scarecrow, “for it doesn’t hurt me to get thrown about.” He walked up to another tree, as he spoke, but its branches immediately seized him and tossed him back again.

  “This is strange,” exclaimed Dorothy; “what shall we do?”

  “The trees seem to have made up their minds to fight us, and stop our journey,” remarked the Lion.

  “I believe I will try it myself,” said the Woodman, and shouldering his axe he marched up to the first tree that had handled the Scarecrow so roughly. When a big branch bent down to seize him the Woodman chopped at it so fiercely that he cut it in two. At once the tree began shaking all its branches as if in pain, and the Tin Woodman passed safely under it.

  “Come on!” he shouted to the others; “be quick!”

  They all ran forward and passed under the tree without injury, except Toto, who was caught by a small branch and shaken until he howled. But the Woodman promptly chopped off the branch and set the little dog free.

  The other trees of the forest did nothing to keep them back, so they made up their minds that only the first row of trees could bend down their branches, and that probably these were the policemen of the forest, and given this wonderful power in order to keep strangers out of it.

  The four travellers walked with ease through the trees until they came to the further edge of the wood. Then, to their surprise, they found before them a high wall, which seemed to be made of white china. It was smooth, like the surface of a dish, and higher than their heads.

  “What shall we do now?” asked Dorothy.

  “I will make a ladder,” said the Tin Woodman, “for we certainly must climb over the wall.”

  The branches bent down and twined around him.

  Chapter XX.

  ‘The Dainty China Country.

  While the Woodman was making a ladder from wood which he found in the forest Dorothy lay down and slept, for she as tired by the long walk. The Lion also urled himself up to sleep and Toto lay beside him.

  The Scarecrow watched the Woodman while he worked, and said to him:

  “I cannot think why this wall is here, nor what it is made of.”

  “Rest your brains and do not worry about the wall,” replied the Woodman; “when we have climbed over it we shall know what is on the other side.”

  After a time the ladder was finished. It looked clumsy, but the Tin Woodman was sure it was strong and would answer their purpose. The Scarecrow waked Dorothy and the Lion and Toto, and told them that the ladder was ready. The Scarecrow climbed up the ladder first, but he was so awkward that Dorothy had to follow close behind and keep him from falling off. When he got his head over the top of the wall the Scarecrow said,

  “Oh, my!”

  “Go on,” exclaimed Dorothy.

  So the Scarecrow climbed further up and sat down on the top of the wall, and Dorothy put her head over and cried,

  “Oh, my!” just as the Scarecrow had done.

  Then Toto came up, and immediately began to bark, but Dorothy made him be still.

  The Lion climbed the ladder next, and the Tin Woodman came last; but both of them cried, “Oh, my!” as soon as they looked over the wall. When they were all sitting in a row on the top of the wall they looked down and saw a strange sight.

  Before them was a great stretch of country having a floor as smooth and shining and white as the bottom of a big platter. Scattered around were many houses made entirely of china and painted in the brightest colors. These houses were quite small, the biggest of them reaching only as high as Dorothy’s waist. There were also pretty little barns, with china fences around them, and many cows and sheep and horses and pigs and chickens, all made of china, were standing about in groups.

  But the strangest of all were the people who lived in this queer country. There were milk-maids and shepherdesses, with bright-colored bodicesd and golden spots all over their gowns; and princesses with most gorgeous frocks of silver and gold and purple; and shepherds dressed in knee-breeches with pink and yellow and blue stripes down them, and golden buckles on their shoes; and princes with jewelled crowns upon their heads, wearing erminee robes and satin doublets; and funny clowns in ruffled gowns, with round red spots upon their cheeks and tall, pointed caps. And, strangest of all, these people were all made of china, even to their clothes, and were so small that the tallest of them was no higher than Dorothy’s knee.

  No one did so much as look at the travellers at first, except one little purple china dog with an extra-large head, which came to the wall and barked at them in a tiny voice, afterwards running away again.

  “How shall we get down?” asked Dorothy.

  These people were all made of china.

  They found the ladder so heavy they could not pull it up, so the Scarecrow fell off the wall and the others jumped down upon him so that the hard floor would not hurt their feet. Of course they took pains not to light on his head and get the pins in their feet. When all were safely down they picked up the Scarecrow, whose body was quite flattened out, and patted his straw into shape again.

  “We must cross this strange place in order to get to the other side,” said Dorothy; “for it would be unwise for us to go any other way except due South.”

  They began walking through the country of the china people, and the first thing they came to was a china milk-maid milking a china cow. As they drew near the cow suddenly gave a kick and kicked over the stool, the pail, and even the milk-maid herself, all falling on the china ground with a great clatter.

  Dorothy was shocked to see that the cow had broken her leg short off, and that the pail was lying in several small pieces, while the poor milk-maid had a nick in her left elbow.

  “There!” cried the milk-maid, angrily; “see what you have done! My cow has broken her leg, and I must take her to the mender’s shop and have it glued on again. What do you mean by coming here and frightening my cow?”

  “I’m very sorry,” returned Dorothy; “please forgive us.”

  But the pretty milk-maid was much too vexed to make any answer. She picked up the leg sulkily and led her cow away, the poor animal limping on three legs. As she left them the milk-maid cast many reproachful glances over her shoulder at the clumsy strangers, holding her nicked elbow close to her side.

  Dorothy was quite grieved at this mishap.

  “We must be very careful here,” said the kind-hearted Woodman, “or we may hurt these pretty little people so they will never get over it.”

  A little farther on Dorothy met a most beautifully dr
essed young princess, who stopped short as she saw the strangers and started to run away.

  Dorothy wanted to see more of the Princess, so she ran after her; but the china girl cried out,

  “Don’t chase me! don’t chase me!”

  She had such a frightened little voice that Dorothy stopped and said,

  “Why not?”

  “Because,” answered the Princess, also stopping, a safe distance away, “if I run I may fall down and break myself.”

  “But couldn’t you be mended?” asked the girl.

  “Oh, yes; but one is never so pretty after being mended, you know,” replied the Princess.

  “I suppose not,” said Dorothy.

  “Now there is Mr. Joker, one of our clowns,” continued the china lady, “who is always trying to stand upon his head. He has broken himself so often that he is mended in a hundred places, and doesn’t look at all pretty. Here he comes now, so you can see for yourself.”

  Indeed, a jolly little Clown now came walking toward them, and Dorothy could see that in spite of his pretty clothes of red and yellow and green he was completely covered with cracks, running every which way and showing plainly that he had been mended in many places.

  The Clown put his hands in his pockets, and after puffing out his cheeks and nodding his head at them saucily he said,

  “My lady fair,

  Why do you stare

  At poor old Mr. Joker?

  You’re quite as stiff

  And prim as if

  You’d eaten up a poker!”f

  “Be quiet, sir!” said the Princess; “can’t you see these are strangers, and should be treated with respect?”

  “Well, that’s respect, I expect,” declared the Clown, and immediately stood upon his head.

  “Don’t mind Mr. Joker,” said the Princess to Dorothy; “he is considerably cracked in his head, and that makes him foolish.”