“What about the Scarecrow?” she asked Dorothy.
“We must get him down, somehow or other,” was the reply.
“Perhaps the Horners can find a way,” suggested Ojo. So they all went through the gate and Dorothy asked the Chief Horner how they could get the Scarecrow off the fence. The Chief didn’t know how, but Diksey said:
“A ladder’s the thing.”
“Have you one?” asked Dorothy.
“To be sure. We use ladders in our mines,” said he. Then he ran away to get the ladder, and while he was gone the Horners gathered around and welcomed the strangers to their country, for through them a great war had been avoided.
In a little while Diksey came back with a tall ladder which he placed against the fence. Ojo at once climbed to the top of the ladder and Dorothy went about halfway up and Scraps stood at the foot of it. Toto ran around it and barked. Then Ojo pulled the Scarecrow away from the picket and passed him down to Dorothy, who in turn lowered him to the Patchwork Girl.
As soon as he was on his feet and standing on solid ground the Scarecrow said:
“Much obliged. I feel much better. I’m not stuck on that picket any more.”
The Horners began to laugh, thinking this was a joke, but the Scarecrow shook himself and patted his straw a little and said to Dorothy: “Is there much of a hole in my back?”
The little girl examined him carefully.
“There’s quite a hole,” she said. “But I’ve got a needle and thread in the knapsack and I’ll sew you up again.”
“Do so,” he begged earnestly, and again the Horners laughed, to the Scarecrow’s great annoyance.
While Dorothy was sewing up the hole in the straw man’s back Scraps examined the other parts of him.
“One of his legs is ripped, too!” she exclaimed.
“Oho!” cried little Diksey; “that’s bad. Give him the needle and thread and let him mend his ways.”
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the Chief, and the other Horners at once roared with laughter.
“What’s funny?” inquired the Scarecrow sternly.
“Don’t you see?” asked Diksey, who had laughed even harder than the others. “That’s a joke. It’s by odds the best joke I ever made. You walk with your legs, and so that’s the way you walk, and your legs are the ways. See? So, when you mend your legs, you mend your ways. Ho, ho, ho! hee, hee! I’d no idea I could make such a fine joke!”
“Just wonderful!” echoed the Chief. “How do you manage to do it, Diksey?”295
“I don’t know,” said Diksey modestly. “Perhaps it’s the radium, but I rather think it’s my splendid intellect.”
“If you don’t quit it,” the Scarecrow told him, “there’ll be a worse war than the one you’ve escaped from.”
Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he asked the Chief: “Is there a dark well in any part of your country?”
“A dark well? None that ever I heard of,” was the answer.
“Oh, yes,” said Diksey, who overheard the boy’s question. “There’s a very dark well down in my radium mine.”
“Is there any water in it?” Ojo eagerly asked.
“Can’t say; I’ve never looked to see. But we can find out.”
So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended, they decided to go with Diksey to the mine. When Dorothy had patted the straw man into shape again he declared he felt as good as new and equal to further adventures.
“Still,” said he, “I prefer not to do picket duty again. High life doesn’t seem to agree with my constitution.” And then they hurried away to escape the laughter of the Horners, who thought this was another joke.
24 Ojo Finds the Dark Well
THEY now followed Diksey to the farther end of the great cave, beyond the Horner city, where there were several round, dark holes leading into the ground in a slanting direction. Diksey went to one of these holes and said:
“Here is the mine in which lies the dark well you are seeking. Follow me and step carefully and I’ll lead you to the place.”
He went in first and after him came Ojo, and then Dorothy, with the Scarecrow behind her. The Patchwork Girl entered last of all, for Toto kept close beside his little mistress.
A few steps beyond the mouth of the opening it was pitch dark. “You won’t lose your way,300 though,” said the Horner, “for there’s only one way to go. The mine’s mine and I know every step of the way. How’s that for a joke, eh? The mine’s mine.” Then he chuckled gleefully as they followed him silently down the steep slant. The hole was just big enough to permit them to walk upright, although the Scarecrow, being much the taller of the party, often had to bend his head to keep from hitting the top.
The floor of the tunnel was difficult to walk upon because it had been worn smooth as glass, and pretty soon Scraps, who was some distance behind the others, slipped and fell head foremost. At once she began to slide downward, so swiftly that when she came to the Scarecrow she knocked him off his feet and sent him tumbling against Dorothy, who tripped up Ojo. The boy fell against the Horner, so that all went tumbling down the slide in a regular mix-up, unable to see where they were going because of the darkness.
Fortunately, when they reached the bottom the Scarecrow and Scraps were in front, and the others bumped against them, so that no one was hurt. They found themselves in a vast cave which was dimly lighted by the tiny grains of radium that lay scattered among the loose rocks.
“Now,” said Diksey, when they had all regained their feet, “I will show you where the dark well is. This is a big place, but if we hold fast to each other we won’t get lost.”
They took hold of hands and the Horner led them into a dark corner, where he halted.
“Be careful,” said he warningly. “The well is at your feet.”
“All right,” replied Ojo, and kneeling down he felt in the well with his hand and found that it contained a quantity of water. “Where’s the gold flask, Dorothy?” he asked, and the little girl handed him the flask, which she had brought with her.
Ojo knelt again and by feeling carefully in the dark managed to fill the flask with the unseen water that was in the well. Then he screwed the top of the flask firmly in place and put the precious water in his pocket.
“All right!” he said again, in a glad voice; “now we can go back.”
They returned to the mouth of the tunnel and began to creep cautiously up the incline. This time they made Scraps stay behind, for fear she would slip again; but they all managed to get up in safety and the Munchkin boy was very happy when he stood in the Horner city and realized that the water from the dark well, which he and his friends had traveled so far to secure, was safe in his jacket pocket.
25 They Bribe the Lazy Quadling
“NOW,” said Dorothy, as they stood on the mountain path, having left behind them the cave in which dwelt the Hoppers and the Horners, “I think we must find a road into the Country of the Winkies, for there is where Ojo wants to go next.”
“Is there such a road?” asked the Scarecrow.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I s’pose we can go back the way we came, to Jack Pumpkinhead’s house, and then turn into the Winkie Country; but that seems like running ‘round a haystack, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” said the Scarecrow. “What is the next thing Ojo must get?”
“A yellow butterfly,” answered the boy.
“That means the Winkie Country, all right, for it’s the yellow country of Oz,” remarked Dorothy. “I think, Scarecrow, we ought to take him to the Tin Woodman, for he’s the Emp’ror of the Winkies and will help us to find what Ojo wants.”
“Of course,” replied the Scarecrow, brightening at the suggestion. “The Tin Woodman will do anything we ask him, for he’s one of my dearest friends. I believe we can take a crosscut into his country and so get to his castle a day sooner than if we travel back the way we came.”
“I think so, too,” said the girl; “and that means we must keep to the left.”
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nbsp; They were obliged to go down the mountain before they found any path that led in the direction they wanted to go, but among the tumbled rocks at the foot of the mountain was a faint trail which they decided to follow. Two or three hours’ walk along this trail brought them to a clear, level country, where there were a few farms and some scattered houses. But they knew they were still in the Country of the Quadlings, because everything had a bright red color. Not that the trees and grasses were red, but the fences and houses were painted that color and all the wild-flowers that bloomed by the wayside had red blossoms. This part of the Quadling Country seemed peaceful and prosperous, if rather lonely, and the road was now more distinct and easier to follow.
But just as they were congratulating themselves upon the progress they had made they came upon a broad river which swept along between high banks, and here the road ended and there was no bridge of any sort to allow them to cross.
“This is queer,” mused Dorothy, looking at the water reflectively. “Why should there be any road, if the river stops everyone walking along it?”
“Wow!” said Toto, gazing earnestly into her face.
“That’s the best answer you’ll get,” declared the Scarecrow, with his comical smile, “for no one knows any more than Toto about this road.”
Said Scraps:
“Ev’ry time I see a river, I have chills that make me shiver, For I never can forget All the water’s very wet. If my patches get a soak It will be a sorry joke; So to swim I’ll never try Till I find the water dry.”
“Try to control yourself, Scraps,” said Ojo; “you’re getting crazy again. No one intends to swim that river.”
“No,” decided Dorothy, “we couldn’t swim it if we tried. It’s too big a river, and the water moves awful fast.”
“There ought to be a ferryman with a boat,” said the Scarecrow; “but I don’t see any.”
“Couldn’t we make a raft?” suggested Ojo.
“There’s nothing to make one of,” answered Dorothy.
“Wow!” said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he was looking along the bank of the river.
“Why, he sees a house over there!” cried the little girl. “I wonder we didn’t notice it ourselves. Let’s go and ask the people how to get ‘cross the river.”
A quarter of a mile along the bank stood a small, round house, painted bright red, and as it was on their side of the river they hurried toward it. A chubby little man, dressed all in red, came out to greet them, and with him were two children, also in red costumes. The man’s eyes were big and staring as he examined the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl, and the children shyly hid behind him and peeked timidly at Toto.
“Do you live here, my good man?” asked the Scarecrow.
“I think I do, Most Mighty Magician,” replied the Quadling, bowing low; “but whether I’m awake or dreaming I can’t be positive, so I’m not sure where I live. If you’ll kindly pinch me I’ll find out all about it.”
“You’re awake,” said Dorothy, “and this is no magician, but just the Scarecrow.”
“But he’s alive,” protested the man, “and he oughtn’t to be, you know. And that other dreadful person — the girl who is all patches — seems to be alive, too.”
“Very much so,” declared Scraps, making a face at him. “But that isn’t your affair, you know.”
“I’ve a right to be surprised, haven’t I?” asked the man meekly.
“I’m not sure; but anyhow you’ve no right to say I’m dreadful. The Scarecrow, who is a gentleman of great wisdom, thinks I’m beautiful,” retorted Scraps.
“Never mind all that,” said Dorothy. “Tell us, good Quadling, how we can get across the river.”
“I don’t know,” replied the Quadling.
“Don’t you ever cross it?” asked the girl.
“Never.”
“Don’t travelers cross it?”
“Not to my knowledge,” said he.
They were much surprised to hear this, and the man added: “It’s a pretty big river, and the current is strong. I know a man who lives on the opposite bank, for I’ve seen him there a good many years; but we’ve never spoken because neither of us has ever crossed over.”
“That’s queer,” said the Scarecrow. “Don’t you own a boat?”
The man shook his head.
“Nor a raft?”
“No.”
“Where does this river go to?” asked Dorothy.
“That way,” answered the man, pointing with one hand, “it goes into the Country of the Winkies, which is ruled by the Tin Emperor, who must be a mighty magician because he’s all made of tin, and yet he’s alive. And that way,” pointing with the other hand, “the river runs between two mountains where dangerous people dwell.”
The Scarecrow looked at the water before them.
“The current flows toward the Winkie Country,” said he; “and so, if we had a boat, or a raft, the river would float us there more quickly and more easily than we could walk.”
“That is true,” agreed Dorothy; and then they all looked thoughtful and wondered what could be done.
“Why can’t the man make us a raft?” asked Ojo.
“Will you?” inquired Dorothy, turning to the Quadling.
The chubby man shook his head.
“I’m too lazy,” he said. “My wife says I’m the laziest man in all Oz, and she is a truthful woman. I hate work of any kind, and making a raft is hard work.”
“I’ll give you my em’rald ring,” promised the girl.
“No; I don’t care for emeralds. If it were a ruby, which is the color I like best, I might work a little while.”
“I’ve got some Square Meal Tablets,” said the Scarecrow. “Each one is the same as a dish of soup, a fried fish, a mutton pot-pie, lobster salad, charlotte russe and lemon jelly — all made into one little tablet that you can swallow without trouble.”
“Without trouble!” exclaimed the Quadling, much interested; “then those tablets would be fine for a lazy man. It’s such hard work to chew when you eat.”
“I’ll give you six of those tablets if you’ll help us make a raft,” promised the Scarecrow. “They’re a combination of food which people who eat are very fond of. I never eat, you know, being straw; but some of my friends eat regularly. What do you say to my offer, Quadling?”
“I’ll do it,” decided the man. “I’ll help, and you can do most of the work. But my wife has gone fishing for red eels to-day, so some of you will have to mind the children.”
Scraps promised to do that, and the children were not so shy when the Patchwork Girl sat down to play with them. They grew to like Toto, too, and the little dog allowed them to pat him on his head, which gave the little ones much joy.
There were a number of fallen trees near the house and the Quadling got his axe and chopped them into logs of equal length. He took his wife’s clothesline to bind these logs together, so that they would form a raft, and Ojo found some strips of wood and nailed them along the tops of the logs, to render them more firm. The Scarecrow and Dorothy helped roll the logs together and carry the strips of wood, but it took so long to make the raft that evening came just as it was finished, and with evening the Quadling’s wife returned from her fishing.
The woman proved to be cross and bad-tempered, perhaps because she had only caught one red eel during all the day. When she found that her husband had used her clothesline, and the logs she had wanted for firewood, and the boards she had intended to mend the shed with, and a lot of gold nails, she became very angry. Scraps wanted to shake the woman, to make her behave, but Dorothy talked to her in a gentle tone and told the Quadling’s wife she was a Princess of Oz and a friend of Ozma and that when she got back to the Emerald City she would send them a lot of things to repay them for the raft, including a new clothesline. This promise pleased the woman and she soon became more pleasant, saying they could stay the night at her house and begin their voyage on the river next morning.
This they did, spe
nding a pleasant evening with the Quadling family and being entertained with such hospitality as the poor people were able to offer them. The man groaned a good deal and said he had overworked himself by chopping the logs, but the Scarecrow gave him two more tablets than he had promised, which seemed to comfort the lazy fellow.
26 The Trick River
NEXT morning they pushed the raft into the water and all got aboard. The Quadling man had to hold the log craft fast while they took their places, and the flow of the river was so powerful that it nearly tore the raft from his hands. As soon as they were all seated upon the logs he let go and away it floated and the adventurers had begun their voyage toward the Winkie Country.
The little house of the Quadlings was out of sight almost before they had cried their good-byes, and the Scarecrow said in a pleased voice: “It won’t take us long to get to the Winkie Country, at this rate.”
They had floated several miles down the stream and were enjoying the ride when suddenly the raft slowed up, stopped short, and then began to float back the way it had come.
“Why, what’s wrong?” asked Dorothy, in astonishment; but they were all just as bewildered as she was and at first no one could answer the question. Soon, however, they realized the truth: that the current of the river had reversed and the water was now flowing in the opposite direction — toward the mountains.
They began to recognize the scenes they had passed, and by and by they came in sight of the little house of the Quadlings again. The man was standing on the river bank and he called to them:
“How do you do? Glad to see you again. I forgot to tell you that the river changes its direction every little while. Sometimes it flows one way, and sometimes the other.”
They had no time to answer him, for the raft was swept past the house and a long distance on the other side of it.
“We’re going just the way we don’t want to go,” said Dorothy, “and I guess the best thing we can do is to get to land before we’re carried any farther.”
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