“What is it, do you s’pose?”
The piglets had smelled the fruit quickly, and before the girl could reach out her hand to pluck it every one of the nine tiny ones had rushed in and commenced to devour it with great eagerness.
“It’s good, anyway,” said Zeb, “or those little rascals wouldn’t have gobbled it up so greedily.”
“Where are they?” asked Dorothy, in astonishment.
They all looked around, but the piglets had disappeared.
“Dear me!” cried the Wizard; “they must have run away. But I didn’t see them go; did you?”
“No!” replied the boy and the girl, together.
“Here,—piggy, piggy, piggy!” called their master, anxiously.
Several squeals and grunts were instantly heard at his feet, but the Wizard could not discover a single piglet.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Why, right beside you,” spoke a tiny voice. “Can’t you see us?”
“No,” answered the little man, in a puzzled tone.
“We can see you,” said another of the piglets.
The Wizard stooped down and put out his hand, and at once felt the small fat body of one of his pets. He picked it up, but could not see what he held.
“It is very strange,” said he, soberly. “The piglets have become invisible, in some curious way.”
“I’ll bet it’s because they ate that peach!” cried the kitten.
“It wasn’t a peach, Eureka,” said Dorothy. “I only hope it wasn’t poison.”
“It was fine, Dorothy,” called one of the piglets.
“We’ll eat all we can find of them,” said another.
“But WE mus’n’t eat them,” the Wizard warned the children, “or we too may become invisible, and lose each other. If we come across another of the strange fruit we must avoid it.”
Calling the piglets to him he picked them all up, one by one, and put them away in his pocket; for although he could not see them he could feel them, and when he had buttoned his coat he knew they were safe for the present.
The travellers now resumed their walk toward the cottage, which they presently reached. It was a pretty place, with vines growing thickly over the broad front porch. The door stood open and a table was set in the front room, with four chairs drawn up to it. On the table were plates, knives and forks, and dishes of bread, meat and fruits. The meat was smoking hot and the knives and forks were performing strange antics and jumping here and there in quite a puzzling way. But not a single person appeared to be in the room.
“How funny!” exclaimed Dorothy, who with Zeb and the Wizard now stood in the doorway.
A peal of merry laughter answered her, and the knives and forks fell to the plates with a clatter. One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
“Here are strangers, mama!” cried the shrill and childish voice of some unseen person.
“So I see, my dear,” answered another voice, soft and womanly.
“What do you want?” demanded a third voice, in a stern, gruff accent.
“Well, well!” said the Wizard; “are there really people in this room?”
“Of course,” replied the man’s voice.
“And—pardon me for the foolish question—but, are you all invisible?”
“Surely,” the woman answered, repeating her low, rippling laughter. “Are you surprised that you are unable to see the people of Voe?”
“Why, yes,” stammered the Wizard. “All the people I have ever met before were very plain to see.”
“Where do you come from, then?” asked the woman, in a curious tone.
“We belong upon the face of the earth,” explained the Wizard, “but recently, during an earthquake, we fell down a crack and landed in the Country of the Mangaboos.”
“Dreadful creatures!” exclaimed the woman’s voice. “I’ve heard of them.”
“They walled us up in a mountain,” continued the Wizard; “but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here. It is a beautiful place. What do you call it?”
“It is the Valley of Voe.”
“Thank you. We have seen no people since we arrived, so we came to this house to enquire our way.”
“Are you hungry?” asked the woman’s voice.
“I could eat something,” said Dorothy.
“So could I,” added Zeb.
“But we do not wish to intrude, I assure you,” the Wizard hastened to say.
“That’s all right,” returned the man’s voice, more pleasantly than before. “You are welcome to what we have.”
As he spoke the voice came so near to Zeb that he jumped back in alarm. Two childish voices laughed merrily at this action, and Dorothy was sure they were in no danger among such light-hearted folks, even if those folks couldn’t be seen.
“What curious animal is that which is eating the grass on my lawn?” enquired the man’s voice.
“That’s Jim,” said the girl. “He’s a horse.”
“What is he good for?” was the next question.
“He draws the buggy you see fastened to him, and we ride in the buggy instead of walking,” she explained.
“Can he fight?” asked the man’s voice.
“No! he can kick pretty hard with his heels, and bite a little; but Jim can’t ‘zactly fight,” she replied.
“Then the bears will get him,” said one of the children’s voices.
“Bears!” exclaimed Dorothy. “Are these bears here?”
“That is the one evil of our country,” answered the invisible man. “Many large and fierce bears roam in the Valley of Voe, and when they can catch any of us they eat us up; but as they cannot see us, we seldom get caught.”
“Are the bears invis’ble, too?” asked the girl.
“Yes; for they eat of the dama-fruit, as we all do, and that keeps them from being seen by any eye, whether human or animal.”
“Does the dama-fruit grow on a low bush, and look something like a peach?” asked the Wizard.
“Yes,” was the reply.
“If it makes you invis’ble, why do you eat it?” Dorothy enquired.
“For two reasons, my dear,” the woman’s voice answered. “The dama-fruit is the most delicious thing that grows, and when it makes us invisible the bears cannot find us to eat us up. But now, good wanderers, your luncheon is on the table, so please sit down and eat as much as you like.”
9. They Fight the Invisible Bears
The strangers took their seats at the table willingly enough, for they were all hungry and the platters were now heaped with good things to eat. In front of each place was a plate bearing one of the delicious dama-fruit, and the perfume that rose from these was so enticing and sweet that they were sorely tempted to eat of them and become invisible.
But Dorothy satisfied her hunger with other things, and her companions did likewise, resisting the temptation.
“Why do you not eat the damas?” asked the woman’s voice.
“We don’t want to get invis’ble,” answered the girl.
“But if you remain visible the bears will see you and devour you,” said a girlish young voice, that belonged to one of the children. “We who live here much prefer to be invisible; for we can still hug and kiss one another, and are quite safe from the bears.”
“And we do not have to be so particular about our dress,” remarked the man.
“And mama can’t tell whether my face is dirty or not!” added the other childish voice, gleefully.
“But I make you wash it, every time I think of it,” said the mother; “for it stands to reason your face is dirty, Ianu, whether I can see it or not.”
Dorothy laughed and stretched out her hands.
They came to her willingly, and Dorothy passed her hands over their faces and forms and decided one was a girl of about her own age and the other a boy somewhat smaller. The girl’s hair was soft and fluffy and her skin as smooth as satin. When Dorothy gently touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.
“If I could see you I am sure you would be beautiful,” she declared.
The girl laughed, and her mother said:
“We are not vain in the Valley of Voe, because we can not display our beauty, and good actions and pleasant ways are what make us lovely to our companions. Yet we can see and appreciate the beauties of nature, the dainty flowers and trees, the green fields and the clear blue of the sky.”
“How about the birds and beasts and fishes?” asked Zeb.
“The birds we cannot see, because they love to eat of the damas as much as we do; yet we hear their sweet songs and enjoy them. Neither can we see the cruel bears, for they also eat the fruit. But the fishes that swim in our brooks we can see, and often we catch them to eat.”
“It occurs to me you have a great deal to make you happy, even while invisible,” remarked the Wizard. “Nevertheless, we prefer to remain visible while we are in your valley.”
Just then Eureka came in, for she had been until now wandering outside with Jim; and when the kitten saw the table set with food she cried out:
“Now you must feed me, Dorothy, for I’m half starved.”
The children were inclined to be frightened by the sight of the small animal, which reminded them of the bears; but Dorothy reassured them by explaining that Eureka was a pet and could do no harm even if she wished to. Then, as the others had by this time moved away from the table, the kitten sprang upon the chair and put her paws upon the cloth to see what there was to eat. To her surprise an unseen hand clutched her and held her suspended in the air. Eureka was frantic with terror, and tried to scratch and bite, so the next moment she was dropped to the floor.
“Did you see that, Dorothy?” she gasped.
“Yes, dear,” her mistress replied; “there are people living in this house, although we cannot see them. And you must have better manners, Eureka, or something worse will happen to you.”
She placed a plate of food upon the floor and the kitten ate greedily.
“Give me that nice-smelling fruit I saw on the table,” she begged, when she had cleaned the plate.
“Those are damas,” said Dorothy, “and you must never even taste them, Eureka, or you’ll get invis’ble, and then we can’t see you at all.”
The kitten gazed wistfully at the forbidden fruit.
“Does it hurt to be invis’ble?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Dorothy answered; “but it would hurt me dre’fully to lose you.”
“Very well, I won’t touch it,” decided the kitten; “but you must keep it away from me, for the smell is very tempting.”
“Can you tell us, sir or ma’am,” said the Wizard, addressing the air because he did not quite know where the unseen people stood, “if there is any way we can get out of your beautiful Valley, and on top of the Earth again.”
“Oh, one can leave the Valley easily enough,” answered the man’s voice; “but to do so you must enter a far less pleasant country. As for reaching the top of the earth, I have never heard that it is possible to do that, and if you succeeded in getting there you would probably fall off.”
“Oh, no,” said Dorothy, “we’ve been there, and we know.”
“The Valley of Voe is certainly a charming place,” resumed the Wizard; “but we cannot be contented in any other land than our own, for long. Even if we should come to unpleasant places on our way it is necessary, in order to reach the earth’s surface, to keep moving on toward it.”
“In that case,” said the man, “it will be best for you to cross our Valley and mount the spiral staircase inside the Pyramid Mountain. The top of that mountain is lost in the clouds, and when you reach it you will be in the awful Land of Naught, where the Gargoyles live.”
“What are Gargoyles?” asked Zeb.
“I do not know, young sir. Our greatest Champion, Overman-Anu, once climbed the spiral stairway and fought nine days with the Gargoyles before he could escape them and come back; but he could never be induced to describe the dreadful creatures, and soon afterward a bear caught him and ate him up.”
The wanders were rather discouraged by this gloomy report, but Dorothy said with a sigh:
“If the only way to get home is to meet the Gurgles, then we’ve got to meet ‘em. They can’t be worse than the Wicked Witch or the Nome King.”
“But you must remember you had the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman to help you conquer those enemies,” suggested the Wizard. “Just now, my dear, there is not a single warrior in your company.”
“Oh, I guess Zeb could fight if he had to. Couldn’t you, Zeb?” asked the little girl.
“Perhaps; if I had to,” answered Zeb, doubtfully.
“And you have the jointed sword that you chopped the veg’table Sorcerer in two with,” the girl said to the little man.
“True,” he replied; “and in my satchel are other useful things to fight with.”
“What the Gargoyles most dread is a noise,” said the man’s voice. “Our Champion told me that when he shouted his battle-cry the creatures shuddered and drew back, hesitating to continue the combat. But they were in great numbers, and the Champion could not shout much because he had to save his breath for fighting.”
“Very good,” said the Wizard; “we can all yell better than we can fight, so we ought to defeat the Gargoyles.”
“But tell me,” said Dorothy, “how did such a brave Champion happen to let the bears eat him? And if he was invis’ble, and the bears invis’ble, who knows that they really ate him up?”
“The Champion had killed eleven bears in his time,” returned the unseen man; “and we know this is true because when any creature is dead the invisible charm of the dama-fruit ceases to be active, and the slain one can be plainly seen by all eyes. When the Champion killed a bear everyone could see it; and when the bears killed the Champion we all saw several pieces of him scattered about, which of course disappeared again when the bears devoured them.”
They now bade farewell to the kind but unseen people of the cottage, and after the man had called their attention to a high, pyramid-shaped mountain on the opposite side of the Valley, and told them how to travel in order to reach it, they again started upon their journey.
They followed the course of a broad stream and passed several more pretty cottages; but of course they saw no one, nor did any one speak to them. Fruits and flowers grew plentifully all about, and there were many of the delicious damas that the people of Voe were so fond of.
About noon they stopped to allow Jim to rest in the shade of a pretty orchard, and while they plucked and ate some of the cherries and plums that grew there a soft voice suddenly said to them:
“There are bears near by. Be careful.”
The Wizard got out his sword at once, and Zeb grabbed the horse-whip. Dorothy climbed into the buggy, although Jim had been unharnessed from it and was grazing some distance away.
The owner of the unseen voice laughed lightly and said:
“You cannot escape the bears that way.”
“How CAN we ‘scape?” asked Dorothy, nervously, for an unseen danger is always the hardest to face.
“You must take to the river,” was the reply. “The bears will not venture upon the water.”
“But we would be drowned!” exclaimed the girl.
“Oh, there is no need of that,” said the voice, which from its gentle tones seemed to belong to a young girl. “You are strangers in the Valley of Voe, and do not seem to
know our ways; so I will try to save you.”
The next moment a broad-leaved plant was jerked from the ground where it grew and held suspended in the air before the Wizard.
“Sir,” said the voice, “you must rub these leaves upon the soles of all your feet, and then you will be able to walk upon the water without sinking below the surface. It is a secret the bears do not know, and we people of Voe usually walk upon the water when we travel, and so escape our enemies.”
“Thank you!” cried the Wizard, joyfully, and at once rubbed a leaf upon the soles of Dorothy’s shoes and then upon his own. The girl took a leaf and rubbed it upon the kitten’s paws, and the rest of the plant was handed to Zeb, who, after applying it to his own feet, carefully rubbed it upon all four of Jim’s hoofs and then upon the tires of the buggy-wheels. He had nearly finished this last task when a low growling was suddenly heard and the horse began to jump around and kick viciously with his heels.
“Quick! To the water or you are lost!” cried their unseen friend, and without hesitation the Wizard drew the buggy down the bank and out upon the broad river, for Dorothy was still seated in it with Eureka in her arms. They did not sink at all, owing to the virtues of the strange plant they had used, and when the buggy was in the middle of the stream the Wizard returned to the bank to assist Zeb and Jim.
The horse was plunging madly about, and two or three deep gashes appeared upon its flanks, from which the blood flowed freely.
“Run for the river!” shouted the Wizard, and Jim quickly freed himself from his unseen tormenters by a few vicious kicks and then obeyed. As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl. At once he began stabbing at the air with his sword, and he knew that he had struck some substance because when he drew back the blade it was dripping with blood. The third time that he thrust out the weapon there was a loud roar and a fall, and suddenly at his feet appeared the form of a great red bear, which was nearly as big as the horse and much stronger and fiercer. The beast was quite dead from the sword thrusts, and after a glance at its terrible claws and sharp teeth the little man turned in a panic and rushed out upon the water, for other menacing growls told him more bears were near.
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