The Classic Children's Literature Collection: 39 Classic Novels

by Various Authors

  Cap’n Bill, who had been deeply interested in this conversation, gave a great leap from Trot’s shoulder and landed on that of the Scarecrow. Blinkie saw him alight and at once began to make magic passes and to mumble magic incantations. She was in a desperate hurry, knowing that she had no time to waste, and the grasshopper was so suddenly transformed into the old sailor-man, Cap’n Bill, that he had no opportunity to jump off the Scarecrow’s shoulder; so his great weight bore the stuffed Scarecrow to the ground. No harm was done, however, and the straw man got up and brushed the dust from his clothes while Trot delightedly embraced Cap’n Bill.

  “The other box! Quick! Give me the other box,” begged Blinkie, who had now shrunk to half her former size.

  “Not yet,” said the Scarecrow. “You must first melt Princess Gloria’s frozen heart.”

  “I can’t; it’s an awful job to do that! I can’t,” asserted the witch, in an agony of fear—for still she was growing smaller.

  “You must!” declared the Scarecrow, firmly.

  The witch cast a shrewd look at him and saw that he meant it; so she began dancing around Gloria in a frantic manner. The Princess looked coldly on, as if not at all interested in the proceedings, while Blinkie tore a handful of hair from her own head and ripped a strip of cloth from the bottom of her gown. Then the witch sank upon her knees, took a purple powder from her black bag and sprinkled it over the hair and cloth.

  “I hate to do it—I hate to do it!” she wailed, “for there is no more of this magic compound in all the world. But I must sacrifice it to save my own life. A match! Give me a match, quick!” and panting from lack of breath she gazed imploringly from one to another.

  Cap’n Bill was the only one who had a match, but he lost no time in handing it to Blinkie, who quickly set fire to the hair and the cloth and the purple powder. At once a purple cloud enveloped Gloria, and this gradually turned to a rosy pink color—brilliant and quite transparent. Through the rosy cloud they could all see the beautiful Princess, standing proud and erect. Then her heart became visible, at first frosted with ice but slowly growing brighter and warmer until all the frost had disappeared and it was beating as softly and regularly as any other heart. And now the cloud dispersed and disclosed Gloria, her face suffused with joy, smiling tenderly upon the friends who were grouped about her.

  Poor Pon stepped forward—timidly, fearing a repulse, but with pleading eyes and arms fondly outstretched toward his former sweetheart—and the Princess saw him and her sweet face lighted with a radiant smile. Without an instant’s hesitation she threw herself into Pon’s arms and this reunion of two loving hearts was so affecting that the people turned away and lowered their eyes so as not to mar the sacred joy of the faithful lovers.

  But Blinkie’s small voice was shouting to the Scarecrow for help.

  “The antidote!” she screamed. “Give me the other box—quick!”

  The Scarecrow looked at the witch with his quaint, painted eyes and saw that she was now no taller than his knee. So he took from his pocket the second box and scattered its contents on Blinkie. She ceased to grow any smaller, but she could never regain her former size, and this the wicked old woman well knew.

  She did not know, however, that the second powder had destroyed all her power to work magic, and seeking to be revenged upon the Scarecrow and his friends she at once began to mumble a charm so terrible in its effect that it would have destroyed half the population of Jinxland—had it worked. But it did not work at all, to the amazement of old Blinkie. And by this time the Scarecrow noticed what the little witch was trying to do, and said to her:

  “Go home, Blinkie, and behave yourself. You are no longer a witch, but an ordinary old woman, and since you are powerless to do more evil I advise you to try to do some good in the world. Believe me, it is more fun to accomplish a good act than an evil one, as you will discover when once you have tried it.”

  But Blinkie was at that moment filled with grief and chagrin at losing her magic powers. She started away toward her home, sobbing and bewailing her fate, and not one who saw her go was at all sorry for her.

  Chapter Twenty.Queen Gloria

  Next morning the Scarecrow called upon all the courtiers and the people to assemble in the throne room of the castle, where there was room enough for all that were able to attend. They found the straw man seated upon the velvet cushions of the throne, with the King’s glittering crown still upon his stuffed head. On one side of the throne, in a lower chair, sat Gloria, looking radiantly beautiful and fresh as a new-blown rose. On the other side sat Pon, the gardener’s boy, still dressed in his old smock frock and looking sad and solemn; for Pon could not make himself believe that so splendid a Princess would condescend to love him when she had come to her own and was seated upon a throne. Trot and Cap’n Bill sat at the feet of the Scarecrow and were much interested in the proceedings. Button-Bright had lost himself before breakfast, but came into the throne room before the ceremonies were over. Back of the throne stood a row of the great Orks, with their leader in the center, and the entrance to the palace was guarded by more Orks, who were regarded with wonder and awe.

  When all were assembled, the Scarecrow stood up and made a speech. He told how Gloria’s father, the good King Kynd, who had once ruled them and been loved by everyone, had been destroyed by King Phearce, the father of Pon, and how King Phearce had been destroyed by King Krewl. This last King had been a bad ruler, as they knew very well, and the Scarecrow declared that the only one in all Jinxland who had the right to sit upon the throne was Princess Gloria, the daughter of King Kynd.

  “But,” he added, “it is not for me, a stranger, to say who shall rule you. You must decide for yourselves, or you will not be content. So choose now who shall be your future ruler.”

  And they all shouted: “The Scarecrow! The Scarecrow shall rule us!”

  Which proved that the stuffed man had made himself very popular by his conquest of King Krewl, and the people thought they would like him for their King. But the Scarecrow shook his head so vigorously that it became loose, and Trot had to pin it firmly to his body again.

  “No,” said he, “I belong in the Land of Oz, where I am the humble servant of the lovely girl who rules us all—the royal Ozma. You must choose one of your own inhabitants to rule over Jinxland. Who shall it be?”

  They hesitated for a moment, and some few cried: “Pon!” but many more shouted: “Gloria!”

  So the Scarecrow took Gloria’s hand and led her to the throne, where he first seated her and then took the glittering crown off his own head and placed it upon that of the young lady, where it nestled prettily amongst her soft curls. The people cheered and shouted then, kneeling before their new Queen; but Gloria leaned down and took Pon’s hand in both her own and raised him to the seat beside her.

  “You shall have both a King and a Queen to care for you and to protect you, my dear subjects,” she said in a sweet voice, while her face glowed with happiness; “for Pon was a King’s son before he became a gardener’s boy, and because I love him he is to be my Royal Consort.”

  That pleased them all, especially Pon, who realized that this was the most important moment of his life. Trot and Button-Bright and Cap’n Will all congratulated him on winning the beautiful Gloria; but the Ork sneezed twice and said that in his opinion the young lady might have done better.

  Then the Scarecrow ordered the guards to bring in the wicked Krewl, King no longer, and when he appeared, loaded with chains and dressed in fustian, the people hissed him and drew back as he passed so their garments would not touch him.

  Krewl was not haughty or overbearing any more; on the contrary he seemed very meek and in great fear of the fate his conquerors had in store for him. But Gloria and Pon were too happy to be revengeful and so they offered to appoint Krewl to the position of gardener’s boy at the castle, Pon having resigned to become King. But they said he must promise to r
eform his wicked ways and to do his duty faithfully, and he must change his name from Krewl to Grewl. All this the man eagerly promised to do, and so when Pon retired to a room in the castle to put on princely raiment, the old brown smock he had formerly worn was given to Grewl, who then went out into the garden to water the roses.

  The remainder of that famous day, which was long remembered in Jinxland, was given over to feasting and merrymaking. In the evening there was a grand dance in the courtyard, where the brass band played a new piece of music called the “Ork Trot” which was dedicated to “Our Glorious Gloria, the Queen.”

  While the Queen and Pon were leading this dance, and all the Jinxland people were having a good time, the strangers were gathered in a group in the park outside the castle. Cap’n Bill, Trot, Button-Bright and the Scarecrow were there, and so was their old friend the Ork; but of all the great flock of Orks which had assisted in the conquest but three remained in Jinxland, besides their leader, the others having returned to their own country as soon as Gloria was crowned Queen. To the young Ork who had accompanied them in their adventures Cap’n Bill said:

  “You’ve surely been a friend in need, and we’re mighty grateful to you for helping us. I might have been a grasshopper yet if it hadn’t been for you, an’ I might remark that bein’ a grasshopper isn’t much fun.”

  “If it hadn’t been for you, friend Ork,” said the Scarecrow, “I fear I could not have conquered King Krewl.”

  “No,” agreed Trot, “you’d have been just a heap of ashes by this time.”

  “And I might have been lost yet,” added Button-Bright. “Much obliged, Mr. Ork.”

  “Oh, that’s all right,” replied the Ork. “Friends must stand together, you know, or they wouldn’t be friends. But now I must leave you and be off to my own country, where there’s going to be a surprise party on my uncle, and I’ve promised to attend it.”

  “Dear me,” said the Scarecrow, regretfully. “That is very unfortunate.”

  “Why so?” asked the Ork.

  “I hoped you would consent to carry us over those mountains, into the Land of Oz. My mission here is now finished and I want to get back to the Emerald City.”

  “How did you cross the mountains before?” inquired the Ork.

  “I scaled the cliffs by means of a rope, and crossed the Great Gulf on a strand of spider web. Of course I can return in the same manner, but it would be a hard journey—and perhaps an impossible one—for Trot and Button-Bright and Cap’n Bill. So I thought that if you had the time you and your people would carry us over the mountains and land us all safely on the other side, in the Land of Oz.”

  The Ork thoughtfully considered the matter for a while. Then he said:

  “I mustn’t break my promise to be present at the surprise party; but, tell me, could you go to Oz to-night?”

  “What, now?” exclaimed Trot.

  “It is a fine moonlight night,” said the Ork, “and I’ve found in my experience that there’s no time so good as right away. The fact is,” he explained, “it’s a long journey to Orkland and I and my cousins here are all rather tired by our day’s work. But if you will start now, and be content to allow us to carry you over the mountains and dump you on the other side, just say the word and—off we go!”

  Cap’n Bill and Trot looked at one another questioningly. The little girl was eager to visit the famous fairyland of Oz and the old sailor had endured such hardships in Jinxland that he would be glad to be out of it.

  “It’s rather impolite of us not to say good-bye to the new King and Queen,” remarked the Scarecrow, “but I’m sure they’re too happy to miss us, and I assure you it will be much easier to fly on the backs of the Orks over those steep mountains than to climb them as I did.”

  “All right; let’s go!” Trot decided. “But where’s Button-Bright?”

  Just at this important moment Button-Bright was lost again, and they all scattered in search of him. He had been standing beside them just a few minutes before, but his friends had an exciting hunt for him before they finally discovered the boy seated among the members of the band, beating the end of the bass drum with the bone of a turkey-leg that he had taken from the table in the banquet room.

  “Hello, Trot,” he said, looking up at the little girl when she found him. “This is the first chance I ever had to pound a drum with a reg’lar drum stick. And I ate all the meat off the bone myself.”

  “Come quick. We’re going to the Land of Oz.”

  “Oh, what’s the hurry?” said Button-Bright; but she seized his arm and dragged him away to the park, where the others were waiting.

  Trot climbed upon the back of her old friend, the Ork leader, and the others took their seats on the backs of his three cousins. As soon as all were placed and clinging to the skinny necks of the creatures, the revolving tails began to whirl and up rose the four monster Orks and sailed away toward the mountains. They were so high in the air that when they passed the crest of the highest peak it seemed far below them. No sooner were they well across the barrier than the Orks swooped downward and landed their passengers upon the ground.

  “Here we are, safe in the Land of Oz!” cried the Scarecrow joyfully.

  “Oh, are we?” asked Trot, looking around her curiously.

  She could see the shadows of stately trees and the outlines of rolling hills; beneath her feet was soft turf, but otherwise the subdued light of the moon disclosed nothing clearly.

  “Seems jus’ like any other country,” was Cap’n Bill’s comment.

  “But it isn’t,” the Scarecrow assured him. “You are now within the borders of the most glorious fairyland in all the world. This part of it is just a corner of the Quadling Country, and the least interesting portion of it. It’s not very thickly settled, around here, I’ll admit, but—”

  He was interrupted by a sudden whir and a rush of air as the four Orks mounted into the sky.

  “Good night!” called the shrill voices of the strange creatures, and although Trot shouted “Good night!” as loudly as she could, the little girl was almost ready to cry because the Orks had not waited to be properly thanked for all their kindness to her and to Cap’n Bill.

  But the Orks were gone, and thanks for good deeds do not amount to much except to prove one’s politeness.

  “Well, friends,” said the Scarecrow, “we mustn’t stay here in the meadows all night, so let us find a pleasant place to sleep. Not that it matters to me, in the least, for I never sleep; but I know that meat people like to shut their eyes and lie still during the dark hours.”

  “I’m pretty tired,” admitted Trot, yawning as she followed the straw man along a tiny path, “so, if you don’t find a house handy, Cap’n Bill and I will sleep under the trees, or even on this soft grass.”

  But a house was not very far off, although when the Scarecrow stumbled upon it there was no light in it whatever. Cap’n Bill knocked on the door several times, and there being no response the Scarecrow boldly lifted the latch and walked in, followed by the others. And no sooner had they entered than a soft light filled the room. Trot couldn’t tell where it came from, for no lamp of any sort was visible, but she did not waste much time on this problem, because directly in the center of the room stood a table set for three, with lots of good food on it and several of the dishes smoking hot.

  The little girl and Button-Bright both uttered exclamations of pleasure, but they looked in vain for any cook stove or fireplace, or for any person who might have prepared for them this delicious feast.

  “It’s fairyland,” muttered the boy, tossing his cap in a corner and seating himself at the table. “This supper smells ‘most as good as that turkey-leg I had in Jinxland. Please pass the muffins, Cap’n Bill.”

  Trot thought it was strange that no people but themselves were in the house, but on the wall opposite the door was a gold frame bearing in big letters the word: />
  “WELCOME.”

  So she had no further hesitation in eating of the food so mysteriously prepared for them.

  “But there are only places for three!” she exclaimed.

  “Three are quite enough,” said the Scarecrow. “I never eat, because I am stuffed full already, and I like my nice clean straw better than I do food.”

  Trot and the sailor-man were hungry and made a hearty meal, for not since they had left home had they tasted such good food. It was surprising that Button-Bright could eat so soon after his feast in Jinxland, but the boy always ate whenever there was an opportunity. “If I don’t eat now,” he said, “the next time I’m hungry I’ll wish I had.”

  “Really, Cap’n,” remarked Trot, when she found a dish of ice-cream appear beside her plate, “I b’lieve this is fairyland, sure enough.”

  “There’s no doubt of it, Trot,” he answered gravely

  “I’ve been here before,” said Button-Bright, “so I know.”

  After supper they discovered three tiny bedrooms adjoining the big living room of the house, and in each room was a comfortable white bed with downy pillows. You may be sure that the tired mortals were not long in bidding the Scarecrow good night and creeping into their beds, where they slept soundly until morning.

  For the first time since they set eyes on the terrible whirlpool, Trot and Cap’n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.

  Chapter Twenty-One.Dorothy, Betsy and Ozma

  I suppose many of my readers have read descriptions of the beautiful and magnificent Emerald City of Oz, so I need not describe it here, except to state that never has any city in any fairyland ever equalled this one in stately splendor. It lies almost exactly in the center of the Land of Oz, and in the center of the Emerald City rises the wall of glistening emeralds that surrounds the palace of Ozma. The palace is almost a city in itself and is inhabited by many of the Ruler’s especial friends and those who have won her confidence and favor. As for Ozma herself, there are no words in any dictionary I can find that are fitted to describe this young girl’s beauty of mind and person. Merely to see her is to love her for her charming face and manners; to know her is to love her for her tender sympathy, her generous nature, her truth and honor. Born of a long line of Fairy Queens, Ozma is as nearly perfect as any fairy may be, and she is noted for her wisdom as well as for her other qualities. Her happy subjects adore their girl Ruler and each one considers her a comrade and protector.