The Emerald City of Oz o-6

by Lyman Frank Baum

  "No one ever starved to death in Oz," declared Dorothy, positively; "but people may get pretty hungry sometimes."

  The Wizard said nothing, and he did not seem especially anxious. The Sawhorse was trotting along briskly, yet the forest seemed farther away than they had thought when they first saw it. So it was nearly sundown when they finally came to the trees; but now they found themselves in a most beautiful spot, the wide-spreading trees being covered with flowering vines and having soft mosses underneath them. "This will be a good place to camp," said the Wizard, as the Sawhorse stopped for further instructions.

  "Camp!" they all echoed.

  "Certainly," asserted the Wizard. "It will be dark before very long and we cannot travel through this forest at night. So let us make a camp here, and have some supper, and sleep until daylight comes again."

  They all looked at the little man in astonishment, and Aunt Em said, with a sniff:

  "A pretty camp we'll have, I must say! I suppose you intend us to sleep under the wagon."

  "And chew grass for our supper," added the Shaggy Man, laughing.

  But Dorothy seemed to have no doubts and was quite cheerful

  "It's lucky we have the wonderful Wizard with us," she said; "because he can do 'most anything he wants to."

  "Oh, yes; I forgot we had a Wizard," said Uncle Henry, looking at the little man curiously.

  "I didn't," chirped Billina, contentedly.

  The Wizard smiled and climbed out of the wagon, and all the others followed him.

  "In order to camp," said he, "the first thing we need is tents. Will some one please lend me a handkerchief?"

  The Shaggy Man offered him one, and Aunt Em another. He took them both and laid them carefully upon the grass near to the edge of the forest. Then he laid his own handkerchief down, too, and standing a little back from them he waved his left hand toward the handkerchiefs and said:

  "Tents of canvas, white as snow, Let me see how fast you grow!"

  Then, lo and behold! the handkerchiefs became tiny tents, and as the travelers looked at them the tents grew bigger and bigger until in a few minutes each one was large enough to contain the entire party.

  "This," said the Wizard, pointing to the first tent, "is for the accommodation of the ladies. Dorothy, you and your Aunt may step inside and take off your things."

  Every one ran to look inside the tent, and they saw two pretty white beds, all ready for Dorothy and Aunt Em, and a silver roost for Billina. Rugs were spread upon the grassy floor and some camp chairs and a table completed the furniture.

  "Well, well, well! This beats anything I ever saw or heard of!" exclaimed Aunt Em, and she glanced at the Wizard almost fearfully, as if he might be dangerous because of his great powers.

  "Oh, Mr. Wizard! How did you manage to do it?" asked Dorothy.

  "It's a trick Glinda the Sorceress taught me, and it is much better magic than I used to practice in Omaha, or when I first came to Oz," he answered. "When the good Glinda found I was to live in the Emerald City always, she promised to help me, because she said the Wizard of Oz ought really to be a clever Wizard, and not a humbug. So we have been much together and I am learning so fast that I expect to be able to accomplish some really wonderful things in time."

  "You've done it now!" declared Dorothy. "These tents are just wonderful!"

  "But come and see the men's tent," said the Wizard. So they went to the second tent, which had shaggy edges because it has been made from the Shaggy Man's handkerchief, and found that completely furnished also. It contained four neat beds for Uncle Henry, Omby Amby, the Shaggy Man and the Wizard. Also there was a soft rug for Toto to lie upon.

  "The third tent," explained the Wizard, "is our dining room and kitchen."

  They visited that next, and found a table and dishes in the dining tent, with plenty of those things necessary to use in cooking. The Wizard carried out a big kettle and set it swinging on a crossbar before the tent. While he was doing this Omby Amby and the Shaggy Man brought a supply of twigs from the forest and then they built a fire underneath the kettle.

  "Now, Dorothy," said the Wizard, smiling, "I expect you to cook our supper."

  "But there is nothing in the kettle," she cried.

  "Are you sure?" inquired the Wizard.

  "I didn't see anything put in, and I'm almost sure it was empty when you brought it out," she replied.

  "Nevertheless," said the little man, winking slyly at Uncle Henry, "you will do well to watch our supper, my dear, and see that it doesn't boil over."

  Then the men took some pails and went into the forest to search for a spring of water, and while they were gone Aunt Em said to Dorothy:

  "I believe the Wizard is fooling us. I saw the kettle myself, and when he hung it over the fire there wasn't a thing in it but air."

  "Don't worry," remarked Billina, confidently, as she nestled in the grass before the fire. "You'll find something in the kettle when it's taken off – and it won't be poor, innocent chickens, either."

  "Your hen has very bad manners, Dorothy," said Aunt Em, looking somewhat disdainfully at Billina. "It seems too bad she ever learned how to talk."

  There might have been another unpleasant quarrel between Aunt Em and Billina had not the men returned just then with their pails filled with clear, sparkling water. The Wizard told Dorothy that she was a good cook and he believed their supper was ready.

  So Uncle Henry lifted the kettle from the fire and poured its contents into a big platter which the Wizard held for him. The platter was fairly heaped with a fine stew, smoking hot, with many kinds of vegetables and dumplings and a rich, delicious gravy.

  The Wizard triumphantly placed the platter upon the table in the dining tent and then they all sat down in camp chairs to the feast.

  There were several other dishes on the table, all carefully covered, and when the time came to remove these covers they found bread and butter, cakes, cheese, pickles and fruits – including some of the luscious strawberries of Oz.

  No one ventured to ask a question as to how these things came there. They contented themselves by eating heartily the good things provided, and Toto and Billina had their full share, you may be sure. After the meal was over, Aunt Em whispered to Dorothy:

  "That may have been magic food, my dear, and for that reason perhaps it won't be very nourishing; but I'm willing to say it tasted as good as anything I ever et." Then she added, in a louder voice: "Who's going to do the dishes?"

  "No one, madam," answered the Wizard. "The dishes have 'done' themselves."

  "La sakes!" ejaculated the good lady, holding up her hands in amazement. For, sure enough, when she looked at the dishes they had a moment before left upon the table, she found them all washed and dried and piled up into neat stacks.

  15. How Dorothy Happened to Get Lost

  It was a beautiful evening, so they drew their camp chairs in a circle before one of the tents and began to tell stories to amuse themselves and pass away the time before they went to bed.

  Pretty soon a zebra was seen coming out of the forest, and he trotted straight up to them and said politely:

  "Good evening, people."

  The zebra was a sleek little animal and had a slender head, a stubby mane and a paint-brush tail – very like a donkey's. His neatly shaped white body was covered with regular bars of dark brown, and his hoofs were delicate as those of a deer.

  "Good evening, friend Zebra," said Omby Amby, in reply to the creature's greeting. "Can we do anything for you?"

  "Yes," answered the zebra. "I should like you to settle a dispute that has long been a bother to me, as to whether there is more water or land in the world."

  "Who are you disputing with?" asked the Wizard.

  "With a soft-shell crab," said the zebra. "He lives in a pool where I go to drink every day, and he is a very impertinent crab, I assure you. I have told him many times that the land is much greater in extent than the water, but he will not be convinced. Even this very evening, when I t
old him he was an insignificant creature who lived in a small pool, he asserted that the water was greater and more important than the land. So, seeing your camp, I decided to ask you to settle the dispute for once and all, that I may not be further annoyed by this ignorant crab."

  When they had listened to this explanation Dorothy inquired:

  "Where is the soft-shell crab?"

  "Not far away," replied the zebra. "If you will agree to judge between us I will run and get him."

  "Run along, then," said the little girl.

  So the animal pranced into the forest and soon came trotting back to them. When he drew near they found a soft-shell crab clinging fast to the stiff hair of the zebra's head, where it held on by one claw.

  "Now then, Mr. Crab," said the zebra, "here are the people I told you about; and they know more than you do, who lives in a pool, and more than I do, who lives in a forest. For they have been travelers all over the world, and know every part of it."

  "There is more of the world than Oz," declared the crab, in a stubborn voice.

  "That is true," said Dorothy; "but I used to live in Kansas, in the United States, and I've been to California and to Australia and so has Uncle Henry."

  "For my part," added the Shaggy Man, "I've been to Mexico and Boston and many other foreign countries."

  "And I," said the Wizard, "have been to Europe and Ireland."

  "So you see," continued the zebra, addressing the crab, "here are people of real consequence, who know what they are talking about."

  "Then they know there's more water in the world than there is land," asserted the crab, in a shrill, petulant voice.

  "They know you are wrong to make such an absurd statement, and they will probably think you are a lobster instead of a crab," retorted the animal.

  At this taunt the crab reached out its other claw and seized the zebra's ear, and the creature gave a cry of pain and began prancing up and down, trying to shake off the crab, which clung fast.

  "Stop pinching!" cried the zebra. "You promised not to pinch if I would carry you here!"

  "And you promised to treat me respectfully," said the crab, letting go the ear.

  "Well, haven't I?" demanded the zebra.

  "No; you called me a lobster," said the crab.

  "Ladies and gentlemen," continued the zebra, "please pardon my poor friend, because he is ignorant and stupid, and does not understand. Also the pinch of his claw is very annoying. So pray tell him that the world contains more land than water, and when he has heard your judgment I will carry him back and dump him into his pool, where I hope he will be more modest in the future."

  "But we cannot tell him that," said Dorothy, gravely, "because it would not be true."

  "What!" exclaimed the zebra, in astonishment; "do I hear you aright?"

  "The soft-shell crab is correct," declared the Wizard. "There is considerably more water than there is land in the world."

  "Impossible!" protested the zebra. "Why, I can run for days upon the land, and find but little water."

  "Did you ever see an ocean?" asked Dorothy.

  "Never," admitted the zebra. "There is no such thing as an ocean in the Land of Oz."

  "Well, there are several oceans in the world," said Dorothy, "and people sail in ships upon these oceans for weeks and weeks, and never see a bit of land at all. And the joggerfys will tell you that all the oceans put together are bigger than all the land put together."

  At this the crab began laughing in queer chuckles that reminded Dorothy of the way Billina sometimes cackled.

  "NOW will you give up, Mr. Zebra?" it cried, jeeringly; "now will you give up?"

  The zebra seemed much humbled.

  "Of course I cannot read geographys," he said.

  "You could take one of the Wizard's School Pills," suggested Billina, "and that would make you learned and wise without studying."

  The crab began laughing again, which so provoked the zebra that he tried to shake the little creature off. This resulted in more ear-pinching, and finally Dorothy told them that if they could not behave they must go back to the forest.

  "I'm sorry I asked you to decide this question," said the zebra, crossly. "So long as neither of us could prove we were right we quite enjoyed the dispute; but now I can never drink at that pool again without the soft-shell crab laughing at me. So I must find another drinking place."

  "Do! Do, you ignoramus!" shouted the crab, as loudly as his little voice would carry. "Rile some other pool with your clumsy hoofs, and let your betters alone after this!"

  Then the zebra trotted back to the forest, bearing the crab with him, and disappeared amid the gloom of the trees. And as it was now getting dark the travelers said good night to one another and went to bed.

  Dorothy awoke just as the light was beginning to get strong next morning, and not caring to sleep any later she quietly got out of bed, dressed herself, and left the tent where Aunt Em was yet peacefully slumbering.

  Outside she noticed Billina busily pecking around to secure bugs or other food for breakfast, but none of the men in the other tent seemed awake. So the little girl decided to take a walk in the woods and try to discover some path or road that they might follow when they again started upon their journey.

  She had reached the edge of the forest when the Yellow Hen came fluttering along and asked where she was going.

  "Just to take a walk, Billina; and maybe I'll find some path," said Dorothy.

  "Then I'll go along," decided Billina, and scarcely had she spoken when Toto ran up and joined them.

  Toto and the Yellow Hen had become quite friendly by this time, although at first they did not get along well together. Billina had been rather suspicious of dogs, and Toto had had an idea that it was every dog's duty to chase a hen on sight. But Dorothy had talked to them and scolded them for not being agreeable to one another until they grew better acquainted and became friends.

  I won't say they loved each other dearly, but at least they had stopped quarreling and now managed to get on together very well.

  The day was growing lighter every minute and driving the black shadows out of the forest; so Dorothy found it very pleasant walking under the trees. She went some distance in one direction, but not finding a path, presently turned in a different direction. There was no path here, either, although she advanced quite a way into the forest, winding here and there among the trees and peering through the bushes in an endeavor to find some beaten track.

  "I think we'd better go back," suggested the Yellow Hen, after a time. "The people will all be up by this time and breakfast will be ready."

  "Very well," agreed Dorothy. "Let's see – the camp must be over this way."

  She had probably made a mistake about that, for after they had gone far enough to have reached the camp they still found themselves in the thick of the woods. So the little girl stopped short and looked around her, and Toto glanced up into her face with his bright little eyes and wagged his tail as if he knew something was wrong. He couldn't tell much about direction himself, because he had spent his time prowling among the bushes and running here and there; nor had Billina paid much attention to where they were going, being interested in picking bugs from the moss as they passed along. The Yellow Hen now turned one eye up toward the little girl and asked:

  "Have you forgotten where the camp is, Dorothy?"

  "Yes," she admitted; "have you, Billina?"

  "I didn't try to remember," returned Billina. "I'd no idea you would get lost, Dorothy."

  "It's the thing we don't expect, Billina, that usually happens," observed the girl, thoughtfully. "But it's no use standing here. Let's go in that direction," pointing a finger at random. "It may be we'll get out of the forest over there."

  So on they went again, but this way the trees were closer together, and the vines were so tangled that often they tripped Dorothy up.

  Suddenly a voice cried sharply:

  "Halt!"

  At first, Dorothy could see nothing, although
she looked around very carefully. But Billina exclaimed:

  "Well, I declare!"

  "What is it?" asked the little girl: for Toto began barking at something, and following his gaze she discovered what it was.

  A row of spoons had surrounded the three, and these spoons stood straight up on their handles and carried swords and muskets. Their faces were outlined in the polished bowls and they looked very stern and severe.

  Dorothy laughed at the queer things.

  "Who are you?" she asked.

  "We're the Spoon Brigade," said one.

  "In the service of his Majesty King Kleaver," said another.

  "And you are our prisoners," said a third.

  Dorothy sat down on an old stump and looked at them, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

  "What would happen," she inquired, "if I should set my dog on your Brigade?"

  "He would die," replied one of the spoons, sharply. "One shot from our deadly muskets would kill him, big as he is."

  "Don't risk it, Dorothy," advised the Yellow Hen. "Remember this is a fairy country, yet none of us three happens to be a fairy."

  Dorothy grew sober at this.

  "P'raps you're right, Billina," she answered. "But how funny it is, to be captured by a lot of spoons!"

  "I do not see anything very funny about it," declared a spoon. "We're the regular military brigade of the kingdom."

  "What kingdom?" she asked.

  "Utensia," said he.

  "I never heard of it before," asserted Dorothy. Then she added thoughtfully, "I don't believe Ozma ever heard of Utensia, either. Tell me, are you not subjects of Ozma of Oz?"

  "We have never heard of her," retorted a spoon. "We are subjects of King Kleaver, and obey only his orders, which are to bring all prisoners to him as soon as they are captured. So step lively, my girl, and march with us, or we may be tempted to cut off a few of your toes with our swords."

  This threat made Dorothy laugh again. She did not believe she was in any danger; but here was a new and interesting adventure, so she was willing to be taken to Utensia that she might see what King Kleaver's kingdom was like.