Complete Works of L. Frank Baum

by L. Frank Baum

  “Ah,” said he, grinning down at them, “the way to conquer is to act, and he who acts promptly is sure to win. This makes a very good prison, from which I am sure you cannot escape. Please amuse yourselves in any way you like, but I must beg you to excuse me, as I have business in another part of my castle.”

  Saying this, he opened a trap door in the floor of his cage (which was now over his head) and climbed through it and disappeared from their view. The diamond dishpan still remained in the cage, but the bars kept it from falling down on their heads.

  “Well, I declare!” said the Patchwork Girl, seizing one of the bars of the chandelier and swinging from it, “we must peg one for the Shoemaker, for he has trapped us very cleverly.”

  “Get off my foot, please,” said the Lion to the Sawhorse.

  “And oblige me, Mr. Mule,” remarked the Woozy, “by taking your tail out of my left eye.”

  “It’s rather crowded down here,” explained Dorothy, “because the dome is rounding and we have all slid into the middle of it. But let us keep as quiet as possible until we can think what’s best to be done.”

  “Dear, dear!” wailed Cayke; “I wish I had my darling dishpan,” and she held her arms longingly toward it.

  “I wish I had the magic on those shelves up there,” sighed the Wizard.

  “Don’t you s’pose we could get to it?” asked Trot anxiously.

  “We’d have to fly,” laughed the Patchwork Girl.

  But the Wizard took the suggestion seriously, and so did the Frogman. They talked it over and soon planned an attempt to reach the shelves where the magical instruments were. First the Frogman lay against the rounding dome and braced his foot on the stem of the chandelier; then the Wizard climbed over him and lay on the dome with his feet on the Frogman’s shoulders; the Cookie Cook came next; then Button-Bright climbed to the woman’s shoulders; then Dorothy climbed up, and Betsy and Trot, and finally the Patchwork Girl, and all their lengths made a long line that reached far up the dome but not far enough for Scraps to touch the shelves.

  “Wait a minute; perhaps I can reach the magic,” called the Bear King, and began scrambling up the bodies of the others. But when he came to the Cookie Cook his soft paws tickled her side so that she squirmed and upset the whole line. Down they came, tumbling in a heap against the animals, and although no one was much hurt it was a bad mix-up and the Frogman, who was at the bottom, almost lost his temper before he could get on his feet again.

  Cayke positively refused to try what she called “the pyramid act” again, and as the Wizard was now convinced they could not reach the magic tools in that manner the attempt was abandoned.

  “But something must be done,” said the Wizard, and then he turned to the Lavender Bear and asked: “Cannot Your Majesty’s magic help us to escape from here?”

  “My magic powers are limited,” was the reply. “When I was stuffed, the fairies stood by and slyly dropped some magic into my stuffing. Therefore I can do any of the magic that’s inside me, but nothing else. You, however, are a wizard, and a wizard should be able to do anything.”

  “Your Majesty forgets that my tools of magic have been stolen,” said the Wizard sadly, “and a wizard without tools is as helpless as a carpenter without a hammer or saw.”

  “Don’t give up,” pleaded Button-Bright, “‘cause if we can’t get out of this queer prison we’ll all starve to death.”

  “Not I!” laughed the Patchwork Girl, now standing on top the chandelier, at the place that was meant to be the bottom of it.

  “Don’t talk of such dreadful things,” said Trot, shuddering. “We came here to capture the Shoemaker, didn’t we?”

  “And here we are, captured ourselves, and my darling dishpan up there in plain sight!” wailed the Cookie Cook, wiping her eyes on the tail of the Frogman’s coat.

  “Hush!” called the Lion, with a low, deep growl. “Give the Wizard time to think.”

  “He has plenty of time,” said Scraps. “What he needs is the Scarecrow’s brains.”

  After all, it was little Dorothy who came to their rescue, and her ability to save them was almost as much a surprise to the girl as it was to her friends. Dorothy had been secretly testing the powers of her Magic Belt, which she had once captured from the Nome King, and experimenting with it in various ways, ever since she had started on this eventful journey. At different times she had stolen away from the others of her party and in solitude had tried to find out what the Magic Belt could do and what it could not do. There were a lot of things it could not do, she discovered, but she learned some things about the Belt which even her girl friends did not suspect she knew.

  For one thing, she had remembered that when the Nome King owned it the Magic Belt used to perform transformations, and by thinking hard she had finally recalled the way in which such transformations had been accomplished. Better than this, however, was the discovery that the Magic Belt would grant its wearer one wish a day. All she need do was close her right eye and wiggle her left toe and then draw a long breath and make her wish. Yesterday she had wished in secret for a box of caramels, and instantly found the box beside her. To-day she had saved her daily wish, in case she might need it in an emergency, and the time had now come when she must use the wish to enable her to escape with her friends from the prison in which Ugu had caught them.

  So, without telling anyone what she intended to do — for she had only used the wish once and could not be certain how powerful the Magic Belt might be — Dorothy closed her right eye and wiggled her left big toe and drew a long breath and wished with all her might. The next moment the room began to revolve again, as slowly as before, and by degrees they all slid to the side wall and down the wall to the floor — all but Scraps, who was so astonished that she still clung to the chandelier. When the big hall was in its proper position again and the others stood firmly upon the floor of it, they looked far up to the dome and saw the Patchwork Girl swinging from the chandelier.

  “Good gracious!” cried Dorothy. “How ever will you get down?”

  “Won’t the room keep turning?” asked Scraps.

  “I hope not. I believe it has stopped for good,” said Princess Dorothy.

  “Then stand from under, so you won’t get hurt!” shouted the Patchwork Girl, and as soon as they had obeyed this request she let go the chandelier and came tumbling down heels over head and twisting and turning in a very exciting manner. Plump! she fell on the tiled floor and they ran to her and rolled her and patted her into shape again.

  CHAPTER 23

  The delay caused

  by Scraps had

  prevented anyone

  from running to

  the shelves to secure the magic instruments so badly needed. Even Cayke neglected to get her diamond-studded dishpan because she was watching the Patchwork Girl. And now the magician had opened his trap door and appeared in his golden cage again, frowning angrily because his prisoners had been able to turn their upside-down prison right-side-up.

  “Which of you has dared defy my magic?” he shouted in a terrible voice.

  “It was I,” answered Dorothy calmly.

  “Then I shall destroy you, for you are only an Earth girl and no fairy,” he said, and began to mumble some magic words.

  Dorothy now realized that Ugu must be treated as an enemy, so she advanced toward the corner in which he sat, saying as she went:

  “I am not afraid of you, Mr. Shoemaker, and I think you’ll be sorry, pretty soon, that you’re such a bad man. You can’t destroy me and I won’t destroy you, but I’m going to punish you for your wickedness.”

  Ugu laughed a laugh that was not nice to hear, and then he waved his hand. Dorothy was halfway across the room when suddenly a wall of glass rose before her and stopped her progress. Through the glass she could see the magician sneering at her because she was a weak little girl, and this provoked her. Although the glass wall obliged her to halt she instantly pressed both hands to her Magic Belt and cried in a loud voice:
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  “Ugu the Shoemaker, by the magic virtues of the Magic Belt, I command you to become a dove!”

  The magician instantly realized he was being enchanted, for he could feel his form changing. He struggled desperately against the enchantment, mumbling magic words and making magic passes with his hands. And in one way he succeeded in defeating Dorothy’s purpose, for while his form soon changed to that of a gray dove, the dove was of an enormous size — bigger even than Ugu had been as a man — and this feat he had been able to accomplish before his powers of magic wholly deserted him.

  And the dove was not gentle, as doves usually are, for Ugu was terribly enraged at the little girl’s success. His books had told him nothing of the Nome King’s Magic Belt, the Country of the Nomes being outside the Land of Oz. He knew, however, that he was likely to be conquered unless he made a fierce fight, so he spread his wings and rose in the air and flew directly toward Dorothy. The Wall of Glass had disappeared the instant Ugu became transformed.

  Dorothy had meant to command the Belt to transform the magician into a Dove of Peace, but in her excitement she forgot to say more than “dove,” and now Ugu was not a Dove of Peace by any means, but rather a spiteful Dove of War. His size made his sharp beak and claws very dangerous, but Dorothy was not afraid when he came darting toward her with his talons outstretched and his sword-like beak open.

  She knew the Magic Belt would protect its wearer from harm.

  But the Frogman did not know that fact and became alarmed at the little girl’s seeming danger. So he gave a sudden leap and leaped full upon the back of the great dove.

  Then began a desperate struggle. The dove was as strong as Ugu had been, and in size it was considerably bigger than the Frogman. But the Frogman had eaten the zosozo and it had made him fully as strong as Ugu the Dove. At the first leap he bore the dove to the floor, but the giant bird got free and began to bite and claw the Frogman, beating him down with its great wings whenever he attempted to rise. The thick, tough skin of the big frog was not easily damaged, but Dorothy feared for her champion and by again using the transformation power of the Magic Belt she made the dove grow small, until it was no larger than a canary bird.

  Ugu had not lost his knowledge of magic when he lost his shape as a man, and he now realized it was hopeless to oppose the power of the Magic Belt and knew that his only hope of escape lay in instant action. So he quickly flew into the golden jeweled dishpan he had stolen from Cayke the Cookie Cook and, as birds can talk as well as beasts or men in the Fairyland of Oz, he muttered the magic word that was required and wished himself in the Country of the Quadlings — which was as far away from the wicker castle as he believed he could get.

  Our friends did not know, of course, what Ugu was about to do. They saw the dishpan tremble an instant and then disappear, the dove disappearing with it, and although they waited expectantly for some minutes for the magician’s return, Ugu did not come back again.

  “Seems to me,” said the Wizard in a cheerful voice, “that we have conquered the wicked magician more quickly than we expected to.”

  “Don’t say ‘we’ — Dorothy did it!” cried the Patchwork Girl, turning three somersaults in succession and then walking around on her hands. “Hurrah for Dorothy!”

  “I thought you said you did not know how to use the magic of the Nome King’s Belt,” said the Wizard to Dorothy.

  “I didn’t know, at that time,” she replied, “but afterward I remembered how the Nome King once used the Magic Belt to enchant people and transform ‘em into ornaments and all sorts of things; so I tried some enchantments in secret and after awhile I transformed the Sawhorse into a potato-masher and back again, and the Cowardly Lion into a pussycat and back again, and then I knew the thing would work all right.”

  “When did you perform those enchantments?” asked the Wizard, much surprised.

  “One night when all the rest of you were asleep but Scraps, and she had gone chasing moonbeams.”

  “Well,” remarked the Wizard, “your discovery has certainly saved us a lot of trouble, and we must all thank the Frogman, too, for making such a good fight. The dove’s shape had Ugu’s evil disposition inside it, and that made the monster bird dangerous.”

  The Frogman was looking sad because the bird’s talons had torn his pretty clothes, but he bowed with much dignity at this well-deserved praise. Cayke, however, had squatted on the floor and was sobbing bitterly.

  “My precious dishpan is gone!” she wailed. “Gone, just as I had found it again!”

  “Never mind,” said Trot, trying to comfort her, “it’s sure to be somewhere, so we’ll cert’nly run across it some day.”

  “Yes, indeed,” added Betsy; “now that we have Ozma’s Magic Picture, we can tell just where the Dove went with your dishpan.”

  They all approached the Magic Picture, and Dorothy wished it to show the enchanted form of Ugu the Shoemaker, wherever it might be. At once there appeared in the frame of the Picture a scene in the far Quadling Country, where the Dove was perched disconsolately on the limb of a tree and the jeweled dishpan lay on the ground just underneath the limb.

  “But where is the place — how far or how near?” asked Cayke anxiously.

  “The Book of Records will tell us that,” answered the Wizard. So they looked in the Great Book and read the following:

  “Ugu the Magician, being transformed into a dove by Princess Dorothy of Oz, has used the magic of the golden dishpan to carry him instantly to the northeast corner of the Quadling Country.”

  “That’s all right,” said Dorothy. “Don’t worry, Cayke, for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman are in that part of the country, looking for Ozma, and they’ll surely find your dishpan.”

  “Good gracious!” exclaimed Button-Bright, “we’ve forgot all about Ozma. Let’s find out where the magician hid her.”

  Back to the Magic Picture they trooped, but when they wished to see Ozma, wherever she might be hidden, only a round black spot appeared in the center of the canvas.

  “I don’t see how that can be Ozma!” said Dorothy, much puzzled.

  “It seems to be the best the Magic Picture can do, however,” said the Wizard, no less surprised. “If it’s an enchantment, it looks as if the magician had transformed Ozma into a chunk of pitch.”

  CHAPTER 24

  For several minutes

  they all stood

  staring at the

  black spot on the

  canvas of the Magic Picture, wondering what it could mean.

  “P’r’aps we’d better ask the little Pink Bear about Ozma,” suggested Trot.

  “Pshaw!” said Button-Bright, “he don’t know anything.”

  “He never makes a mistake,” declared the King.

  “He did once, surely,” said Betsy. “But perhaps he wouldn’t make a mistake again.”

  “He won’t have the chance,” grumbled the Bear King.

  “We might hear what he has to say,” said Dorothy. “It won’t do any harm to ask the Pink Bear where Ozma is.”

  “I will not have him questioned,” declared the King, in a surly voice. “I do not intend to allow my little Pink Bear to be again insulted by your foolish doubts. He never makes a mistake.”

  “Didn’t he say Ozma was in that hole in the ground?” asked Betsy.

  “He did; and I am certain she was there,” replied the Lavender Bear.

  Scraps laughed jeeringly and the others saw there was no use arguing with the stubborn Bear King, who seemed to have absolute faith in his Pink Bear. The Wizard, who knew that magical things can usually be depended upon, and that the little Pink Bear was able to answer questions by some remarkable power of magic, thought it wise to apologize to the Lavender Bear for the unbelief of his friends, at the same time urging the King to consent to question the Pink Bear once more. Cayke and the Frogman also pleaded with the big Bear, who finally agreed, although rather ungraciously, to put the little Bear’s wisdom to the test once more. So he sat the little one
on his knee and turned the crank and the Wizard himself asked the questions in a very respectful tone of voice.

  “Where is Ozma?” was his first query.

  “Here, in this room,” answered the little Pink Bear.

  They all looked around the room, but of course did not see her.

  “In what part of this room is she?” was the Wizard’s next question.

  “In Button-Bright’s pocket,” said the little Pink Bear.

  This reply amazed them all, you may be sure, and although the three girls smiled and Scraps yelled: “Hoo-ray!” in derision, the Wizard seemed to consider the matter with grave thoughtfulness.

  “In which one of Button-Bright’s pockets is Ozma?” he presently inquired.

  “In the lefthand jacket-pocket,” said the little Pink Bear.

  “The pink one has gone crazy!” exclaimed Button-Bright, staring hard at the little bear on the big bear’s knee.

  “I am not so sure of that,” declared the Wizard. “If Ozma proves to be really in your pocket, then the little Pink Bear spoke truly when he said Ozma was in that hole in the ground. For at that time you were also in the hole, and after we had pulled you out of it the little Pink Bear said Ozma was not in the hole.”

  “He never makes a mistake,” asserted the Bear King, stoutly.

  “Empty that pocket, Button-Bright, and let’s see what’s in it,” requested Dorothy.

  So Button-Bright laid the contents of his left jacket-pocket on the table. These proved to be a peg-top, a bunch of string, a small rubber ball and a golden peach-pit.

  “What’s this?” asked the Wizard, picking up the peach-pit and examining it closely.

  “Oh,” said the boy, “I saved that to show to the girls, and then forgot all about it. It came out of a lonesome peach that I found in the orchard back yonder, and which I ate while I was lost. It looks like gold, and I never saw a peach-pit like it before.”

  “Nor I,” said the Wizard, “and that makes it seem suspicious.”