Chapter 16: The Flight of the Flamingoes
After the Princess had left them, John Dough said to the King: “What is to become of Chick and of me? We cannot stay with you always.” “I hardly know,” answered the Beaver Fairy. “Is there any place you especially desire to visit?” “No special place is known to me,” said the gingerbread man. “It doesn’t matter where we go, so long as we keep going,” added the practical Chick. “You have been very kind to us,” continued John, “and we may rely upon your friendship. Since you possess such wonderful fairy powers, perhaps you will assist us to leave this island and get out into the world again, where we may seek new adventures.” “It shall be as you wish,” promised the King. “But I must think of a way for you to leave my palace in perfect safety. Chick is in no great danger, but should Black Ooboo or the terrible Arab chance to capture you, they would cut your gingerbread to bits in no time, and you would be ruined. For this reason it will be best for you to leave this island as quickly as possible.” John readily agreed to this, and the King remained silent for several minutes, engaged in deep thought. Then he said: “I believe I know a way to save you, John Dough. But I must have your permission to cut you into nine pieces.” “What good will I be when cut into pieces?” asked John, somewhat alarmed at the suggestion. “Do not fear,” said the beaver. “I promise to again restore you to your present form. The Mifkets have placed spies all about our dam, and if you attempted to walk away from here they would soon discover you. Therefore I will cut you into nine pieces, wrap each piece in a bit of cloth, and send the parcels by my beavers along different paths to the top of the hill where Para Bruin lives. There the bear and Chick can put you together again, for the child will have no trouble in reaching the bear’s cave. After the nine parts are in place I will give you a magic cordial to drink; it will render your body as solid and substantial as it is now.” “But how can we escape from the island, once we have reached Para Bruin’s cave?” asked John. “The Flamingo people owe me many favors,” answered the King. “You do not weigh much, so I will ask one of the flamingoes to fly with you to some other country. It will take two of the birds to carry Chick; but, if the child is not afraid, the journey will be perfectly safe.” “I’m not afraid,” said Chick. “Anything suits me.” “I think your plan is an excellent one,” declared John, “and we are both greatly obliged to your Majesty for your kindness.” So the King brought a great knife, and with the assistance of Chick, who was much interested in the operation, cut John Dough into nine pieces. These were wrapped into packages and eight beavers were summoned, who carried eight of the packages through secret passages to the forest and then up the mountain-side to the cave of Para Bruin. The ninth package, containing the head of John Dough, the King undertook to carry himself, and although the Mifket spies of Black Ooboo noticed the nine beavers carrying packages up the hillside, they paid little attention to them, never suspecting that in this queer fashion the gingerbread man was making his escape. And Chick walked boldly along the river bank and up the hill to meet Para Bruin, who hugged the child joyfully in his rubber arms, and tried to lick the plump cheeks with his pink rubber tongue. The Mifkets were puzzled by Chick’s appearance, and wondered where the little one had come from; but they did not offer to interfere with the child in any way. It was not long before the Beaver King reached the bear’s cave and laid the ninth package, containing John’s head, beside the other eight, which had already arrived. “What’s all this?” asked Para Bruin, eying the packages with much surprise. “Be patient and you will see,” replied the King, and then unwrapped John’s head. When the bear saw it he uttered a groan and exclaimed: “Alas! my poor friend has come to a sad end!” “Not so,” answered John’s head. “The Fairy Beaver has cut me apart, but he has promised to put me together again, so that I will be as good as new. And you must assist us, friend Para.” “Most willingly!” declared the bear. Then, under the King’s direction, Para Bruin and Chick set up John’s legs, and placed the sections of his body upon them, and afterward perched his head upon the body. John expected to tumble down at any moment, for he was just like a house of blocks that a child builds, and every one knows how easily that falls apart; but he kept as still as possible, and at length all the nine parts of him were in their proper places. Then the King handed a small silver flask to the child, and told Chick to pour the contents into John’s mouth--just between the candy teeth. Chick, by standing on tiptoe, was able to do this, and John drank the cordial to the last drop. He seemed to feel it penetrate and spread through all his gingerbread body; and, as it did so, every one of the cut places became solid again, and presently John took a step forward, looked himself over, and found he was indeed as good as new. “That cordial is great stuff,” he said to the King. “It’s almost as powerful as the Great Elixir itself. “It is an excellent remedy for cuts,” replied the King, “and as you are so crumbly and unsubstantial I will give you another bottle of it, so that if you ever meet with an accident you may drink the cordial and recover.” He handed John another silver flask containing the wonderful liquid, which John accepted with much gratitude. “Now I must leave you,” said the King. “The flamingoes have promised to send her their strongest flyers to bear you and the Incubator Baby to another land, so I believe you will both live to encounter many further adventures.” Chick and John again thanked the kind beaver for all the favors they had received, and then the King and his people returned to their beautiful palace, and left the gingerbread man and the cheerful Cherub and Para Bruin alone upon the mountain-top. “What has become of the Princess?” asked the bear. John told him the story of her escape, and Para said: “Well, I’m glad the dear child was able to rejoin her parents; but this island will be a dreary place without her. I wish I could leave it as easily as you and Chick can.” “Perhaps,” said John, “the flamingoes will also carry you.” “Do you think so?” asked Para, eagerly. “I’ll ask them about it, for I understand their language,” promised John; and this so delighted the rubber bear that he bounded up and down in glee. Before long four great birds were seen approaching through the air, and soon they alighted upon the mountain close to where our friends stood. “We were sent to carry a gingerbread man and a fair-haired child away from this island,” said one of the birds, in a squeaky voice. “I am the gingerbread man,” replied John, speaking as the flamingoes did; “and here is the fair-haired child. But we also wish you to carry our friend Para Bruin with us. One of you can carry me, and two can carry Chick. That will leave the fourth to fly with Para Bruin, if you will kindly consent.” “What, that monstrous bear!” exclaimed one of the birds, indignantly. “He’s large, it is true,” replied John; “but he’s made of rubber, and is hollow inside; so he really doesn’t weight much more than I do.” “Well,” said the flamingo, “if that is the case I do not object to carrying him.” John related this conversation to the bear, who was overjoyed at the thought of getting away from the island. A stout cord had been tied to the feet of each of the flamingoes, and John now proceeded to fasten the loose end of one of the cords around his own body, tying it in a firm knot, so it would not come undone and let him drop. The cords hanging from the two birds that were to carry the Cherub were tied together in a hard knot, and thus formed a swing in which the child sat quite comfortably. Para Bruin now tied himself to the fourth flamingo, and the preparations were complete. “Are you ready?” asked the leader of the flamingoes. “Yes,” said John. “Where do you wish to be taken?” “We don’t much care,” replied the gingerbread man. “Let us get to some island where there are no Mifkets. As for Ali Dubh, he will be obliged to stay here with his friend Black Ooboo, and once I am away from these shores I shall be sure he can never eat me.” So the big birds flew into the air, carrying with them the gingerbread man and the fair-haired child and the rubber bear, and so swift was their flight that in a few moments the island of the Mifkets had vanished from their view. “Nice ride,” isn’t it?” Chick called to John. “Rather nice,” answered the gingerbread man
. “But this cord is so tight it’s wearing a crease in my body.” “What a pity you are not made of rubber, as I am!” said the bear, cheerfully. “Nothing ever injures me in the least. I’m practically indestructible.” “How are you getting on, Chick?” asked John. “Fine!” answered the Cherub. “This knocks Imar’s flying-machine into a cocked hat.” Then for a time they sailed on in silence, dangling from the ends of their cords, while the strong wings of the flamingoes beat the air with regular strokes just above their heads.
Chapter 17: Sport of Pirate Island
The birds flew close together and made great speed, and in about three hours from the time they started an island appeared just ahead of them. Whereupon John said to the bird that bore him: “Let us stop here, so we can examine the island and see how we like it. This cord is cutting into my gingerbread body, and I’d like to stop for a time, anyway.” “Very well,” answered the bird; and when they were over the center of the island the flamingoes gradually descended and alighted upon the ground. John untied the cord from his waist, and also assisted Chick and Para Bruin to free themselves. The bear was not injured at all, but the cord had worn a straight line around John’s body, although not very deep; and in some way the gingerbread man had lost another of his lozenge buttons. The place where they had alighted was covered by grass and surrounded by groves of trees. “This looks like a fine country,” said Chick, gazing around. “It’s better than our old island, anyway,” remarked Para Bruin. But just as he spoke the flamingoes uttered shrill screams and flew quickly into the air, and our friends turned in time to see a most curious creature come from the grove and approach them. It had somewhat the likeness of a man, yet was too queer ever to be mistaken for a human being, although it was certainly alive. Its body was a huge punching-bag, and its head was a foot-ball. For legs it had two of those golf-clubs called “putters,” and one of its arms was a tennis-racket and the other a base-ball club. This was curious enough, in all conscience; but the face was more curious yet. For the eyes were golf balls, and the nose a square of billiard-chalk, and its mouth a mere slit in the foot-ball where the lacing had come undone. Taken altogether, this odd creature presented a most surprising appearance, and while John Dough and Para Bruin stared at it in amazement Chick boldly asked: “Who are you?” “Sport is my name, and sport is my nature,” answered the creature, winking one eye frightfully, and grinning until its queer mouth curled up at both corners of the slit. “Sport,” remarked the rubber bear, gravely, “is something amusing; so I am sure you are misnamed.” “Oh! you’re a balloon,” returned Sport, kicking at the bear with one of his golf-club feet; “the kid’s a chucklehead and the other’s a bun.” “I’m not a bun!” exclaimed John, indignantly. “Yes, you are! Cross bun, too. Hot cross bun. Cool off, old chap, and look pleasant.” John was too angry to reply to this speech, but Chick said to the creature: “If you’re going to be so disagreeable, you’d better leave us. We don’t care to associate with people of your sort.” “Ho, ho! ha, ha!” laughed Sport; “don’t care to associate, eh? Do you know where you are?” “No,” said Chick, “and I don’t care.” “Well, this island is inhabited by retired pirates and bandits, who make every one that lands here pay a heavy ransom, or else--” “Or else what?” asked John, as Sport stopped short and gave another horrid wink. “Or else they boil ‘em in oil for three days,” was the reply. “Well,” said the bear, “we can’t pay a ransom, that’s certain; but I’m not afraid of being boiled in oil. I’m practically indestructible.” “But I’m not!” cried John, much alarmed. “It would ruin my gingerbread to be boiled in oil, and Chick would certainly get overheated. I’m afraid it would melt your rubber, too, my dear Para.” “Would it?” asked the bear, with a start. “Then let us get away from this island at once!” “By all means!” agreed John Dough. “And the sooner the better,” declared Chick. But as they turned to look for the flamingoes, the creature who called himself Sport began pounding his punching-bag body with his tennis-racket arm, and at the sound a crowd of men ran out of groves of trees and quickly surrounded the rubber bear and Chick and the gingerbread man. These men had heavy beards, hooked noses, and piercing black eyes; and they wore red sashes tied around their waists; and laced leggings, and blue flannel shirts open at the throats; and in their belts were stuck many daggers and knives and pistols. “Whoop! whoo--o--o!” they screeched, yelling like Indians; and their leader, who was uglier looking than any of his followers, cried out: “Avast, there, my hearties! Here’s a chance for either a fine ransom or a pot of boiling oil!” “Then it’s the oil,” said Para Bruin, despondently; “for we have no ransom.” “You may as well start the bonfire,” remarked Chick. But John Dough stepped up to the pirate chief and asked: “How much ransom do you require?” “Well,” answered the chief, “you’re not worth much, yourself, and the child’s too small to count; but a fine rubber bear like that is worth ten pieces-of-eight or a sparkling jewel.” “I will give you a sparkling jewel for him, as a ransom,” said John, “provided you will then permit us to depart in peace.” “All right,” agreed the pirate; “hand over the sparkler and you may go.” So John borrowed a dagger from the chief and picked out of his body one of the three diamonds which the inventor had given him in the Isle of Phreex. It glittered most beautifully in the sunlight, and the eyes of the pirate also glittered with greed. For he had noticed two other scars on John’s gingerbread body, similar to the one the diamond had been picked out of. Taking the diamond in his dirty hand he said: “Well, where are the other jewels?” “You agreed to accept this one as our ransom,” answered the gingerbread man. “You misunderstood me. I said three,” declared the pirate; and turning to his men he shouted: “Didn’t I say three, boys?” “You did! You said three sparklers!” cried the retired pirates and bandits, in a loud chorus. So John, with a sigh of regret, picked the other two diamonds out of his body and gave them to the chief. “Now,” said the pirate, “I will allow you to go. But where you can go to is a mystery to me, for you are on an island.” “Stop!” cried another man, as they turned to depart. “You’ve got to settle with me, now. I’m the bandit chief, and I also demand a ransom.” “I have given the pirate chief all the diamonds I had,” said John. “Then you shall surely boil in oil!” shouted the bandit, scowling fearfully. “Seize them, my men, and away with them to the fiery furnace.” But just then came a flutter of wings, and the four flamingoes flew down and sailed along just over the heads of the prisoners. Instantly the bear clutched the end of a cord and was drawn upward by one of the birds. John Dough grasped the foot of another flamingo with his right hand, and was also raised high above the heads of the astonished pirates and bandits, while Chick coolly sat within the loop of string dangling from the two remaining birds and sailed into the sky with admirable grace. Meantime the robbers shook their fists and yelled at the escaped prisoners in a frenzy of helpless rage. “Wait a minute!” Para Bruin called to the flamingo which was carrying him; for he observed that just beneath him was the form of the dreadful person who had called himself Sport. The bird obeyed, remaining poised in the air; and at once the bear curled himself into a ball, let go the cord, and fell downward toward the ground. The ball of rubber, rapidly descending, struck the surprised Sport and smashed him flat upon the ground. Then up into the air bounded the bear again, and caught once more the cord that was attached to the flamingo’s foot. “Well done!” called the Cherub, while the pirates and bandits were rushing to assist the helpless Sport. “That was a noble deed, my good Para!” said the gingerbread man. “Oh, I’m a bouncer, all right!” answered the bear, proudly. “But now let us get away from this awful place as soon as possible.” So the flamingoes flew swiftly across the sea with them, and John Dough found that he sailed more easily while clutching the bird’s foot than when the cord had been fastened around his body. Chick also rode with perfect comfort, but Para Bruin was obliged to wrap the cord several times around his fat paw, to prevent it from slipping out of his grasp.
Chapter 18: Hiland a
nd Loland
After a long and steady flight the birds reached another island, larger than the first, and much more beautiful. The adventurers looked down upon green valleys and vine-covered hills, patches of stately forest and fields of waving grain. But aside from the scattered farm-houses, they saw no cities or villages until they were over the exact center of the island, where a most curious sight met their view. The island was divided into two halves by a high and strong wall of stone, that ran from ocean to ocean, passing exactly through the center of the land. In the middle of the island the dividing wall was broken by a great castle, which looked upon both sides of the wall, and had many imposing towers and turrets and spires stretching high into the air. Clustered near to the castle and upon the east side of the wall were many tail and narrow buildings, some of them rising to a height of three or four stories. The windows in these buildings were tall and narrow, and the doors were tall and narrow, and the chimneys were tall and narrow. It was quite a city in size, but the houses all looked as if they were set upon stilts, while the streets were also narrow. On the west side of the wall, adjoining the castle, was also a city, but of a quite different sort. For the houses were low, none being of more than one story, and the windows and doors in them were so broad and low that they were wider than they were high. As for the streets, they were remarkably broad. The cities upon both sides of the wall were pretty and well built, and there were many beautiful parks and pleasure grounds scattered about. Our friends had not much time to observe these things closely, for at John’s request the flamingoes alighted upon the top of the great wall, near to an entrance of the castle. “We must leave you now,” said one of the birds, “for we are obliged to hurry home again. But I am sure you will be quite safe in this beautiful country.” “Good-bye,” said John, “and thank you very much for bringing us here.” Chick and the bear also thanked the kind flamingoes, and then the birds flew into the air and soon disappeared. “What a lovely place to bounce!” said Para Bruin, leaning over the edge of the wall nearest to the tall houses and gazing downward into the street. “It’s a good way down,” said Chick. “You’d better be careful.” “Nonsense!” replied the bear, scornfully. “The higher the wall the finer the bounce.” With that he made a ball of himself and rolled off the wall. John and Chick leaned over and saw the rubber bear strike the pavement far below and then bound upward again. When he was on a level with the top of the walls he reached out his paws, caught the edge of the stones, and drew himself up beside them. “Great,--wasn’t it?” he asked, proudly. “Yes; but I advise you to be careful,” said the gingerbread man. “We know nothing of the people who inhabit this country, and if you should chance to miss the wall when you bound upwards you would become a prisoner and be at the mercy of those who captured you.” “That’s true,” agreed the bear. “I’ll be more careful until we get better acquainted. What shall we do now?” “Let’s try to find a way into the castle,” suggested Chick. “It’s the only way to get off this wall, for I can’t bounce as you do, Para Bruin.” “Nor can I,” added John. “How strange it is that the island should be divided by this great wall! And how queer to have everything short on one side and tall on the other! But perhaps the people in the castle can explain it all.” They walked along the broad wall toward the castle, and presently came to the large entrance gate, one of the wickets of which stood ajar, as if inviting them to enter. “Shall we go in?” asked John, hesitating. “Of course,” decided Chick, promptly. “What’s the use of staying outside, when the door’s open?” So they passed through the wicket and entered a lofty arched hall, built of blocks of exquisite marble, that gave it a grand and majestic appearance. There was a small stairway leading upward and a large stairway descending to the lower floors of the castle; but no one was in sight to greet them, so they decided to go down the stairs. “Evidently they did not expect us,” remarked Para Bruin. “This must be the castle of the ruler, or king,” replied John, “and perhaps the royal family is at dinner, or the king is holding court.” But at the foot of the stairs they found the hallways and rooms as deserted and empty as could be, and their footsteps echoed with a hollow sound upon the tiled floors. The furniture of the castle was magnificent beyond description, and the draperies and pictures upon the walls were of exceptional beauty. Everything was in perfect order, yet the place seemed wholly deserted. After inspecting the rooms on this floor of the castle they found another stairway, built of polished white marble, with elaborately carved marble balustrades. This they also descended, and discovered that the rooms on the lower floor were even more splendid than those they had already seen. Occupying the entire central portion of the castle was a great marble hall, having a domed ceiling, and windows which looked upon the tall city to the east of the wall, as well as upon the low city to the west. There were also great entrance doors, admitting people from both sides of the wall; but these doors were closed. They were not locked, however, and John said to his companions: “We know nothing of the owner of this castle, nor of the people inhabiting the opposite sides of the great wall. They may prove to be either our enemies or our friends, so I advise that we be cautious until we know what treatment we may expect from them. Two of us should remain here while the third boldly enters into the cities to make inquiries.” “I’ll go,” said Chick. “No, indeed; you’re too young and too small,” objected Para Bruin. “But I’m just a regular child, while you’re a rubber bear and John Dough’s a gingerbread man,” said the Cherub. “They wouldn’t think anything of my being here; but if either of you two go there’s liable to be trouble.” “The Cherub is wise for one so young,” observed John. “Therefore we will let the child visit the cities and report to us. Having found the castle deserted, we will take the liberty of occupying it until our little friend returns.” So they opened one of the great doors, and Chick walked boldly out into the main street of the high and narrow city to the eastward. Pacing before the entrance, as if guarding the doorway from without, was a soldier who stood more than seven feet in height, but who was so exceedingly thin and slender that it really seemed as if some strange power had stretched him out lengthwise. But Chick noticed that all the people walking along the streets of this city were just as tall and slight as the soldier, and quickly understood why the doors and windows of their houses had been built so singularly tall and narrow. The soldier seemed surprised when the Cherub emerged from the deserted castle, but he took off his tall hat and bowed politely. His uniform was of blue cloth, with brass buttons. “What place is this?” asked Chick. “This, beauteous stranger, is the great country of Hiland,” answered the soldier, respectfully. “And this is the great city of Hie which you see before you; and the great people you observe are called Hilanders; and I do not suppose there is so great and wonderful a country, or city, or people anywhere else in all the world.” “What is the castle called?” asked the child. “We call it the castle of Hilo,” said the man. “It was the dwelling of the former King of Hilo, who ruled over our great nation as well as over the miserable creatures residing on the other side of the wall.” “But where is your King now?” inquired Chick. “The castle is empty.” “To be sure the castle is vacant at present, for our King is long since dead,” the soldier replied. “But we are patiently awaiting the arrival of his successor. There is a prophecy that our next ruler will be a King who is wise and just, but not made of flesh and blood, and although this seems an impossible thing, our people hope that the prophecy will some day be fulfilled.” “But why don’t you make one of your own people king?” asked Chick. “Because the island is divided into two sections, and one king must rule both sides of the wall,” replied the man. “Of course we would not allow one of the insignificant Loes to rule us, nor will they consent to allow one of our noble Hies to rule them. Therefore we must get along without a king until the arrival of the wise and just ruler who is neither flesh nor blood.” “Who are the Loes?” the child asked. “I have never seen them, my dear, for the great wall divides them from our superior nation,” said
the soldier; “but they are said to be short and squat, and very disagreeable. They live on the other side of the island.” “Thank you for the information,” said Chick, and then turned and re-entered the castle. “What did you find out?” inquired John and Para Bruin, in the same breath. The child carefully related the conversation with the Hie soldier, and then said: “Now, I’ll go into the other city, and find out what the people on that side of the wall have to say.” So John and Para opened the door at the opposite side of the arched hall, and the Cherub passed out and came upon another soldier, who seemed to be standing guard at the castle entrance. This one was dressed in a red uniform, with silver buttons, and was the shortest and fattest person Chick had ever beheld. But his broad face was smiling and good-natured in expression, and he tipped his low, flat hat gracefully to the pretty Incubator Baby. “What country is this?” asked the child. “This, most lovely one, is the superb and grand country of Loland,” replied the man; “and this splendid city you behold is the city of Lo; and our magnificent people are called Lolanders.” “What is the castle called?” Chick inquired, curiously. “It is the Castle of Lohi, inhabited by our King--when we have one--who also rules the poor barbarians who dwell outside of our paradise, on the other side of the wall.” “When do you expect to have another king?” asked the Cherub. “Whenever one comes who is wise and just, and is not made of flesh and blood,” replied the man. “We have a legend that such a king shall rule us, but for my part I do not believe there is a person of that description in all the world.” “Yet there may be,” suggested Chick, who had been thinking that the description just fitted John Dough. “Oh, of course there may be,” agreed the man, cordially; “and if there is, and he comes to our island, every one on both sides the wall will hail him as king.” Looking along the streets of the city of Lo, Chick saw that all the people were as short and fat as this soldier, and that they waddled like ducks when they walked. But they seemed as busy as bees in a hive, and appeared to be happy and contented; so the child could not decide which was the finest country--that of the short people or that of the tall ones. Both cities seemed prosperous, and on both sides of the wall the island was charmingly beautiful. It may appear strange to the reader that neither of the soldiers Chick had spoken with made any attempt to question the child. But afterward our friends found that one of the established laws of the island forbade any of the people to ask questions either of strangers or of those inhabiting the country on the opposite side of the wall. However, they were not forbidden to answer any questions properly addressed to them, and by nature both the tall people and the short people were extremely courteous and polite. Chick decided this queer law was to blame for the misunderstanding between the two nations, for, as neither country knew anything at all about the other one, a feeling of mutual contempt and indifference had arisen between them.
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