Complete Works of L. Frank Baum
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All heads were bent over the golden peach-pit. The Wizard turned it over several times and then took out his pocket-knife and pried the pit open.
As the two halves fell apart a pink, cloud-like haze came pouring from the golden peach-pit, almost filling the big room, and from the haze a form took shape and settled beside them. Then, as the haze faded away, a sweet voice said: “Thank you, my friends!” and there before them stood their lovely girl Ruler, Ozma of Oz.
With a cry of delight Dorothy rushed forward and embraced her. Scraps turned gleeful flip-flops all around the room. Button-Bright gave a low whistle of astonishment. The Frogman took off his tall hat and bowed low before the beautiful girl who had been freed from her enchantment in so startling a manner.
For a time no sound was heard beyond the low murmur of delight that came from the amazed group, but presently the growl of the big Lavender Bear grew louder and he said in a tone of triumph:
“He never makes a mistake!”
CHAPTER 25
“It’s funny,” said
Toto, standing
before his friend the
Lion and wagging
his tail, “but I’ve found my growl at last! I am positive, now, that it was the cruel magician who stole it.”
“Let’s hear your growl,” requested the Lion.
“Gr-r-r-r-r-r!” said Toto.
“That is fine,” declared the big beast. “It isn’t as loud or as deep as the growl of the big Lavender Bear, but it is a very respectable growl for a small dog. Where did you find it, Toto?”
“I was smelling in the corner, yonder,” said Toto, “when suddenly a mouse ran out — and I growled!”
The others were all busy congratulating Ozma, who was very happy at being released from the confinement of the golden peach-pit, where the magician had placed her with the notion that she never could be found or liberated.
“And only to think,” cried Dorothy, “that Button-Bright has been carrying you in his pocket all this time, and we never knew it!”
“The little Pink Bear told you,” said the Bear King, “but you wouldn’t believe him.”
“Never mind, my dears,” said Ozma graciously; “all is well that ends well, and you couldn’t be expected to know I was inside the peach-pit. Indeed, I feared I would remain a captive much longer than I did, for Ugu is a bold and clever magician and he had hidden me very securely.”
“You were in a fine peach,” said Button-Bright; “the best I ever ate.”
“The magician was foolish to make the peach so tempting,” remarked the Wizard; “but Ozma would lend beauty to any transformation.”
“How did you manage to conquer Ugu the Shoemaker?” inquired the girl Ruler of Oz.
Dorothy started to tell the story and Trot helped her, and Button-Bright wanted to relate it in his own way, and the Wizard tried to make it clear to Ozma, and Betsy had to remind them of important things they left out, and all together there was such a chatter that it was a wonder that Ozma understood any of it. But she listened patiently, with a smile on her lovely face at their eagerness, and presently had gleaned all the details of their adventures.
Ozma thanked the Frogman very earnestly for his assistance and she advised Cayke the Cookie Cook to dry her weeping eyes, for she promised to take her to the Emerald City and see that her cherished dishpan was restored to her. Then the beautiful Ruler took a chain of emeralds from around her own neck and placed it around the neck of the little Pink Bear.
“Your wise answers to the questions of my friends,” said she, “helped them to rescue me. Therefore I am deeply grateful to you and to your noble King.”
The bead eyes of the little Pink Bear stared unresponsive to this praise until the Big Lavender Bear turned the crank in its side, when it said in its squeaky voice:
“I thank Your Majesty.”
“For my part,” returned the Bear King, “I realize that you were well worth saving, Miss Ozma, and so I am much pleased that we could be of service to you. By means of my Magic Wand I have been creating exact images of your Emerald City and your Royal Palace, and I must confess that they are more attractive than any places I have ever seen — not excepting Bear Center.”
“I would like to entertain you in my palace,” returned Ozma, sweetly, “and you are welcome to return with me and to make me a long visit, if your bear subjects can spare you from your own kingdom.”
“As for that,” answered the King, “my kingdom causes me little worry, and I often find it somewhat tame and uninteresting. Therefore I am in no hurry to return to it and will be glad to accept your kind invitation. Corporal Waddle may be trusted to care for my bears in my absence.”
“And you’ll bring the little Pink Bear?” asked Dorothy eagerly.
“Of course, my dear; I would not willingly part with him.”
They remained in the wicker castle for three days, carefully packing all the magical things that had been stolen by Ugu and also taking whatever in the way of magic the shoemaker had inherited from his ancestors.
“For,” said Ozma, “I have forbidden any of my subjects except Glinda the Good and the Wizard of Oz to practice magical arts, because they cannot be trusted to do good and not harm. Therefore Ugu must never again be permitted to work magic of any sort.”
“Well,” remarked Dorothy cheerfully, “a dove can’t do much in the way of magic, anyhow, and I’m going to keep Ugu in the form of a dove until he reforms and becomes a good and honest shoemaker.”
When everything was packed and loaded on the backs of the animals, they set out for the river, taking a more direct route than that by which Cayke and the Frogman had come. In this way they avoided the Cities of Thi and Herku and Bear Center and after a pleasant journey reached the Winkie River and found a jolly ferryman who had a fine big boat and was willing to carry the entire party by water to a place quite near to the Emerald City.
The river had many windings and many branches, and the journey did not end in a day, but finally the boat floated into a pretty lake which was but a short distance from Ozma’s home. Here the jolly ferryman was rewarded for his labors and then the entire party set out in a grand procession to march to the Emerald City.
News that the Royal Ozma had been found spread quickly throughout the neighborhood and both sides of the road soon became lined with loyal subjects of the beautiful and beloved Ruler. Therefore Ozma’s ears heard little but cheers and her eyes beheld little else than waving handkerchiefs and banners during all the triumphal march from the lake to the city’s gates.
And there she met a still greater concourse, for all the inhabitants of the Emerald City turned out to welcome her return and several bands played gay music and all the houses were decorated with flags and bunting and never before were the people so joyous and happy as at this moment when they welcomed home their girl Ruler. For she had been lost and was now found again, and surely that was cause for rejoicing.
Glinda was at the royal palace to meet the returning party and the good Sorceress was indeed glad to have her Great Book of Records returned to her, as well as all the precious collection of magic instruments and elixirs and chemicals that had been stolen from her castle. Cap’n Bill and the Wizard at once hung the Magic Picture upon the wall of Ozma’s boudoir and the Wizard was so light-hearted that he did several tricks with the tools in his black bag to amuse his companions and prove that once again he was a powerful wizard.
For a whole week there was feasting and merriment and all sorts of joyous festivities at the palace, in honor of Ozma’s safe return. The Lavender Bear and the little Pink Bear received much attention and were honored by all, much to the Bear King’s satisfaction. The Frogman speedily became a favorite at the Emerald City and the Shaggy Man and Tik-Tok and Jack Pumpkinhead, who had now returned from their search, were very polite to the big frog and made him feel quite at home. Even the Cookie Cook, because she was a stranger and Ozma’s guest, was shown as much deference as if she had been a queen.
“All the same, Your Majesty,” said Cayke to Ozma, day after day, with tiresome repetition, “I hope you will soon find my jeweled dishpan, for never can I be quite happy without it.”
CHAPTER 26
The gray dove
which had once
been Ugu the
Shoemaker sat on
its tree in the far Quadling Country and moped, chirping dismally and brooding over its misfortunes. After a time the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman came along and sat beneath the tree, paying no heed to the mutterings of the gray dove.
The Tin Woodman took a small oilcan from his tin pocket and carefully oiled his tin joints with it. While he was thus engaged the Scarecrow remarked:
“I feel much better, dear comrade, since we found that heap of nice clean straw and you stuffed me anew with it.”
“And I feel much better now that my joints are oiled,” returned the Tin Woodman, with a sigh of pleasure. “You and I, friend Scarecrow, are much more easily cared for than those clumsy meat people, who spend half their time dressing in fine clothes and who must live in splendid dwellings in order to be contented and happy. You and I do not eat, and so we are spared the dreadful bother of getting three meals a day. Nor do we waste half our lives in sleep, a condition that causes the meat people to lose all consciousness and become as thoughtless and helpless as logs of wood.”
“You speak truly,” responded the Scarecrow, tucking some wisps of straw into his breast with his padded fingers. “I often feel sorry for the meat people, many of whom are my friends. Even the beasts are happier than they, for they require less to make them content. And the birds are the luckiest creatures of all, for they can fly swiftly where they will and find a home at any place they care to perch; their food consists of seeds and grains they gather from the fields and their drink is a sip of water from some running brook. If I could not be a Scarecrow — or a Tin Woodman — my next choice would be to live as a bird does.”
The gray dove had listened carefully to this speech and seemed to find comfort in it, for it hushed its moaning. And just then the Tin Woodman discovered Cayke’s dishpan, which was on the ground quite near to him.
“Here is a rather pretty utensil,” he said, taking it in his tin hands to examine it, “but I would not care to own it. Whoever fashioned it of gold and covered it with diamonds did not add to its usefulness, nor do I consider it as beautiful as the bright dishpans of tin one usually sees. No yellow color is ever so handsome as the silver sheen of tin,” and he turned to look at his tin legs and body with approval.
“I cannot quite agree with you there,” replied the Scarecrow. “My straw stuffing has a light yellow color, and it is not only pretty to look at but it crunkles most delightfully when I move.”
“Let us admit that all colors are good in their proper places,” said the Tin Woodman, who was too kind-hearted to quarrel; “but you must agree with me that a dishpan that is yellow is unnatural. What shall we do with this one, which we have just found?”
“Let us carry it back to the Emerald City,” suggested the Scarecrow. “Some of our friends might like to have it for a foot-bath, and in using it that way its golden color and sparkling ornaments would not injure its usefulness.”
So they went away and took the jeweled dishpan with them. And, after wandering through the country for a day or so longer, they learned the news that Ozma had been found. Therefore they straightway returned to the Emerald City and presented the dishpan to Princess Ozma as a token of their joy that she had been restored to them.
Ozma promptly gave the diamond-studded gold dishpan to Cayke the Cookie Cook, who was so delighted at regaining her lost treasure that she danced up and down in glee and then threw her skinny arms around Ozma’s neck and kissed her gratefully. Cayke’s mission was now successfully accomplished, but she was having such a good time at the Emerald City that she seemed in no hurry to go back to the Country of the Yips.
It was several weeks after the dishpan had been restored to the Cookie Cook when one day, as Dorothy was seated in the royal gardens with Trot and Betsy beside her, a gray dove came flying down and alighted at the girl’s feet.
“I am Ugu the Shoemaker,” said the dove in a soft, mourning voice, “and I have come to ask you to forgive me for the great wrong I did in stealing Ozma and the magic that belonged to her and to others.”
“Are you sorry, then?” asked Dorothy, looking hard at the bird.
“I am very sorry,” declared Ugu. “I’ve been thinking over my misdeeds for a long time, for doves have little else to do but think, and I’m surprised that I was such a wicked man and had so little regard for the rights of others. I am now convinced that even had I succeeded in making myself ruler of all Oz I should not have been happy, for many days of quiet thought have shown me that only those things one acquires honestly are able to render one content.”
“I guess that’s so,” said Trot.
“Anyhow,” said Betsy, “the bad man seems truly sorry, and if he has now become a good and honest man we ought to forgive him.”
“I fear I cannot become a good man again,” said Ugu, “for the transformation I am under will always keep me in the form of a dove. But, with the kind forgiveness of my former enemies, I hope to become a very good dove, and highly respected.”
“Wait here till I run for my Magic Belt,” said Dorothy, “and I’ll transform you back to your reg’lar shape in a jiffy.”
“No — don’t do that!” pleaded the dove, fluttering its wings in an excited way. “I only want your forgiveness; I don’t want to be a man again. As Ugu the Shoemaker I was skinny and old and unlovely; as a dove I am quite pretty to look at. As a man I was ambitious and cruel, while as a dove I can be content with my lot and happy in my simple life. I have learned to love the free and independent life of a bird and I’d rather not change back.”
“Just as you like, Ugu,” said Dorothy, resuming her seat. “Perhaps you are right, for you’re cert’nly a better dove than you were a man, and if you should ever backslide, an’ feel wicked again, you couldn’t do much harm as a gray dove.”
“Then you forgive me for all the trouble I caused you?” he asked earnestly.
“Of course; anyone who’s sorry just has to be forgiven.”
“Thank you,” said the gray dove, and flew away again.
THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ
Baum’s twelfth Oz book, The Tin Woodman of Oz, appeared in 1918, published by Reilly & Britton and illustrated by John R. Neill. When asked by a visiting Gillikin boy, Woot the Wanderer, about his history, the Tin Woodman recounts the familiar tale about how he lost his limbs and eventually met Dorothy Gale and traveled to the Emerald City for a heart. Woot tells the Tin Woodman that with a new heart he may be kind, but he is not a loving person, or he would have returned to his sweetheart, Nimmie Amee. Ashamed, the Tin Woodman and Woot, accompanied by the Scarecrow, travel into the Gillikin Country where they meet a variety of strange magical creatures as well as a wicked enchantress, a giantess named Mrs. Yoop, who promptly transforms them. Further exciting adventures ensue as well as encounters with even more unusual friends and foes. Along the way, the reader also learns something of the fascinating background history of the Land of Oz.
First edition copy of ‘The Tin Woodman of Oz’
CONTENTS
Woot the Wanderer
The Heart of the Tin Woodman
Roundabout
The Loons of Loonville
Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess
The Magic of a Yookoohoo
The Lace Apron
The Menace of the Forest
The Quarrelsome Dragons
Tommy Kwikstep
Jinjur’s Ranch
Ozma and Dorothy
The Restoration
The Green Monkey
The Man of Tin
Captain Fyter
The Workshop of Ku-Klip
The Tin Woodman Talks to Himself
The Invisible Country
Over N
ight
Polychrome’s Magic
Nimmie Amee
Through the Tunnel
The Curtain Falls
Fred Stone and David Montgomery in the 1902-03 musical, The Wizard of Oz
Fred Stone and David Montgomery in the 1902-03 musical, The Wizard of Oz
Fred Stone and David Montgomery in the 1902-03 musical, The Wizard of Oz
THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ
A Faithful Story of the Astonishing Adventure
Undertaken by the Tin Woodman, assisted
by Woot the Wanderer, the Scarecrow
of Oz, and Polychrome, the Rainbow’s
Daughter
This Book
is dedicated
to the son of my son
Frank Alden Baum
TO MY READERS
I know that some of you have been waiting for this story of the Tin Woodman, because many of my correspondents have asked me, time and again, what ever became of the “pretty Munchkin girl” whom Nick Chopper was engaged to marry before the Wicked Witch enchanted his axe and he traded his flesh for tin. I, too, have wondered what became of her, but until Woot the Wanderer interested himself in the matter the Tin Woodman knew no more than we did. However, he found her, after many thrilling adventures, as you will discover when you have read this story.
I am delighted at the continued interest of both young and old in the Oz stories. A learned college professor recently wrote me to ask: “For readers of what age are your books intended?” It puzzled me to answer that properly, until I had looked over some of the letters I have received. One says: “I’m a little boy 5 years old, and I just love your Oz stories. My sister, who is writing this for me, reads me the Oz books, but I wish I could read them myself.” Another letter says: “I’m a great girl 13 years old, so you’ll be surprised when I tell you I am not too old yet for the Oz stories.” Here’s another letter: “Since I was a young girl I’ve never missed getting a Baum book for Christmas. I’m married, now, but am as eager to get and read the Oz stories as ever.” And still another writes: “My good wife and I, both more than 70 years of age, believe that we find more real enjoyment in your Oz books than in any other books we read.” Considering these statements, I wrote the college professor that my books are intended for all those whose hearts are young, no matter what their ages may be.