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Tip Manufactures Pumpkinhead
The Marvelous Powder of Life
The Flight of the Fugitives
Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic
The Awakening of the Sawhorse
Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride to the Emerald City
His Majesty the Scarecrow
Gen. Jinjur's Army of Revolt
The Scarecrow Plans an escape
The Journey to the Tin Woodman
A NickelPlated Emperor
Mr. H. M. WoggleBug, T. E.
A Highly Magnified History
Old Mombi indulges in Witchcraft
The Prisoners of the Queen
The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think
The Astonishing Flight of the Gump
In the Jackdaw's Nest
Dr. Nikidik's Famous Wishing Pills
The Scarecrow Appeals to Glenda the Good
The TinWoodman Plucks a Rose
The Transformation of Old Mombi
Princess Ozma of Oz
The Riches of Content
The Marvelous
Land of Oz
Being an account of the
further adventures of the
Scarecrow
and Tin Woodman
and also the strange ex
periences of the highly mag
nified WoggleBug, Jack Pumpkin
head, the Animated SawHorse
and the Gump;
the story being
A Sequel to The Wizard of Oz
By
L. Frank Baum
Author of Father GooseHis Book; The Wizard of Oz; The Magical Monarch
of Mo; The Enchanted Isle of Yew; The Life and Adventures of
Santa Claus; Dot and Tot of Merryland etc. etc.
PICTURED BY
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John R. Neil
Author's Note
AFTER the publication of "The Wonderful Wizard of OZ" I began to receive letters from children, telling me
of their pleasure in reading the story and asking me to "write something more" about the Scarecrow and the
Tin Woodman. At first I considered these little letters, frank and earnest though they were, in the light of
pretty compliments; but the letters continued to come during succeeding months, and even years.
Finally I promised one little girl, who made a long journey to see me and prefer her request, and she is a
"Dorothy," by the way that when a thousand little girls had written me a thousand little letters asking for
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman I would write the book, Either little Dorothy was a fairy in disguise, and
waved her magic wand, or the success of the stage production of "The Wizard of OZ" made new friends for
the story, For the thousand letters reached their destination long since and many more followed them.
And now, although pleading guilty to long delay, I have kept my promise in this book.
L. FRANK BAUM.
Chicago, June, 1904
To those excellent
good fellows
and
comedians
David C.
Montgomery
and
Frank A. Stone
whose clever
personations of
the
Tin Woodman
and the
Scarecrow
have delighted
thousands of
children
throughout the land,
this book is
gratefully dedicated
by
THE AUTHOR
Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead
In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth called Tip. There was
more to his name than that, for old Mombi often declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no one
was expected to say such a long word when "Tip" would do just as well.
This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought when quite young to be reared by the
old woman known as Mombi, whose reputation, I am sorry to say, was none of the best. For the Gillikin
people had reason to suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and therefore hesitated to associate with her.
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Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that part of the Land of Oz
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had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her dominions. So Tip's guardian, however much she might aspire
to working magic, realized it was unlawful to be more than a Sorceress, or at most a Wizardess.
Tip was made to carry wood from the forest, that the old woman might boil her pot. He also worked in the
cornfields, hoeing and husking; and he fed the pigs and milked the fourhorned cow that was Mombi's
especial pride.
But you must not suppose he worked all the time, for he felt that would be bad for him. When sent to the
forest Tip often climbed trees for birds' eggs or amused himself chasing the fleet white rabbits or fishing in
the brooks with bent pins. Then he would hastily gather his armful of wood and carry it home. And when he
was supposed to be working in the cornfields, and the tall stalks hid him from Mombi's view, Tip would
often dig in the gopher holes, or if the mood seized him
lie upon his back between the rows of corn and take a nap. So, by taking care not to exhaust his strength, he
grew as strong and rugged as a boy may be.
Mombi's curious magic often frightened her neighbors, and they treated her shyly, yet respectfully, because
of her weird powers. But Tip frankly hated her, and took no pains to hide his feelings. Indeed, he sometimes
showed less respect for the old woman than he should have done, considering she was his guardian.
There were pumpkins in Mombi's cornfields, lying golden red among the rows of green stalks; and these
had been planted and carefully tended that the fourhorned cow might eat of them in the winter time. But one
day, after the corn had all been cut and stacked, and Tip was carrying the pumpkins to the stable, he took a
notion to make a "Jack Lantern" and try to give the old woman a fright with it.
So he selected a fine, big pumpkin one with a lustrous, orangered color and began carving it. With
the point of his knife he made two round eyes, a threecornered nose, and
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a mouth shaped like a new moon. The face, when completed, could not have been considered strictly
beautiful; but it wore a smile so big and broad, and was so Jolly in expression, that even Tip laughed as he
looked admiringly at his work.
The child had no playmates, so he did not know that boys often dig out the inside of a "pumpkinjack," and
in the space thus made put a lighted candle to render the face more startling; but he conceived an idea of his
own that promised to be quite as effective. He decided to manufacture the form of a man, who would wear
this pumpkin head, and to stand it in a place where old Mombi would meet it face to face.
"And then," said Tip to himself, with a laugh, "she'll squeal louder than the brown pig does when I pull her
tail, and shiver with fright worse than I did last year when I had the ague!"
He had plenty of time to accomplish this task, for Mombi had gone to a village to buy groceries, she said
and it was a journey of at least two days.
So he took his axe to the forest, and selected some stout, straight saplings, which he cut down and trimmed of
all their twigs and leaves. From these he would make the arms, and legs, and feet of his man. For the body he
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stripped a sheet of thick
bark from around a big tree, and with much labor fashioned it into a cylinder of about the right size, pinning
the edges together with wooden pegs. Then, whistling happily as he worked, he carefully jointed the limbs
and fastened them to the body with pegs whittled into shape with his knife.
By the time this feat had been accomplished it began to grow dark, and Tip remembered he must milk the
cow and feed the pigs. So he picked up his wooden man and carried it back to the house with him.
During the evening, by the light of the fire in the kitchen, Tip carefully rounded all the edges of the joints and
smoothed the rough places in a neat and workmanlike manner. Then he stood the figure up against the wall
and admired it. It seemed remarkably tall, even for a fullgrown man; but that was a good point in a small
boy's eyes, and Tip did not object at all to the size of his creation.
Next morning, when he looked at his work again, Tip saw he had forgotten to give the dummy a neck, by
means of which he might fasten the pumpkinhead to the body. So he went again to the forest, which was not
far away, and chopped from a tree several pieces of wood with which to complete his work. When he
returned he fastened a crosspiece
to the upper end of the body, making a hole through the center to hold upright the neck. The bit of wood
which formed this neck was also sharpened at the upper end, and when all was ready Tip put on the pumpkin
head, pressing it well down onto the neck, and found that it fitted very well. The head could be turned to one
side or the other, as he pleased, and the hinges of the arms and legs allowed him to place the dummy in any
position he desired.
"Now, that," declared Tip, proudly, "is really a very fine man, and it ought to frighten several screeches out of
old Mombi! But it would be much more lifelike if it were properly dressed."
To find clothing seemed no easy task; but Tip boldly ransacked the great chest in which Mombi kept all her
keepsakes and treasures, and at the very bottom he discovered some purple trousers, a red shirt and a pink
vest which was dotted with white spots. These he carried away to his man and succeeded, although the
garments did not fit very well, in dressing the creature in a jaunty fashion. Some knit stockings belonging to
Mombi and a much worn pair of his own shoes completed the man's apparel, and Tip was so delighted that he
danced up and down and laughed aloud in boyish ecstacy.
"I must give him a name!" he cried. "So good a man as this must surely have a name. I believe," he added,
after a moment's thought, "I will name the fellow 'Jack Pumpkinhead!'"
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The Marvelous Powder of Life
After considering the matter carefully, Tip decided that the best place to locate Jack would be at the bend in
the road, a little way from the house. So he started to carry his man there, but found him heavy and rather
awkward to handle. After dragging the creature a short distance Tip stood him on his feet, and by first
bending the joints of one leg, and then those of the other, at the same time pushing from behind, the boy
managed to induce Jack to walk to the bend in the road. It was not accomplished without a few tumbles, and
Tip really worked harder than he ever had in the fields or
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forest; but a love of mischief urged him on, and it pleased him to test the cleverness of his workmanship.
"Jack's all right, and works fine!" he said to himself, panting with the unusual exertion. But just then he
discovered the man's left arm had fallen off in the journey so he went back to find it, and afterward, by
whittling a new and stouter pin for the shoulderjoint, he repaired the injury so successfully that the arm was
stronger than before. Tip also noticed that Jack's pumpkin head had twisted around until it faced his back; but
this was easily remedied. When, at last, the man was set up facing the turn in the path where old Mombi was
to appear, he looked natural enough to be a fair imitation of a Gillikin farmer, and unnatural enough to
startle anyone that came on him unawares.
As it was yet too early in the day to expect the old woman to return home, Tip went down into the valley
below the farmhouse and began to gather nuts from the trees that grew there.
However, old Mombi returned earlier than usual. She had met a crooked wizard who resided in a lonely cave
in the mountains, and had traded several important secrets of magic with him. Hav
ing in this way secured three new recipes, four magical powders and a selection of herbs of wonderful power
and potency, she hobbled home as fast as she could, in order to test her new sorceries.
So intent was Mombi on the treasures she had gained that when she turned the bend in the road and caught a
glimpse of the man, she merely nodded and said:
"Good evening, sir."
But, a moment after, noting that the person did not move or reply, she cast a shrewd glance into his face and
discovered his pumpkin head elaborately carved by Tip's jackknife.
"Heh!" ejaculated Mombi, giving a sort of grunt; "that rascally boy has been playing tricks again! Very good!
ve ry good! I'll beat him black andblue for trying to scare me in this fashion!"
Angrily she raised her stick to smash in the grinning pumpkin head of the dummy; but a sudden thought
made her pause, the uplifted stick left motionless in the air.
"Why, here is a good chance to try my new powder!" said she, eagerly. "And then I can tell whether that
crooked wizard has fairly traded secrets, or whether he has fooled me as wickedly as I fooled him."
So she set down her basket and began fumbling in it for one of the precious powders she had obtained.
While Mombi was thus occupied Tip strolled back, with his pockets full of nuts, and discovered the old
woman standing beside his man and apparently not the least bit frightened by it.
At first he was generally disappointed; but the next moment he became curious to know what Mombi was
going to do. So he hid behind a hedge, where he could see without being seen, and prepared to watch.
After some search the woman drew from her basket an old pepperbox, upon the faded label of which the
wizard had written with a leadpencil:
"Powder of Life."
"Ah here it is!" she cried, joyfully. "And now let us see if it is potent. The stingy wizard didn't give me
much of it, but I guess there's enough for two or three doses."
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Tip was much surprised when he overheard this speech. Then he saw old Mombi raise her arm and sprinkle
the powder from the box over the pumpkin head of his man Jack. She did this in the same way one would
pepper a baked potato, and the powder sifted down from Jack's head and scattered
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"OLD MOMBI DANCED AROUND HIM"
over the red shirt and pink waistcoat and purple trousers Tip had dressed him in, and a portion even fell upon
the patched and worn shoes.
Then, putting the pepperbox back into the basket, Mombi lifted her left hand, with its little finger pointed
upward, and said:
"Weaugh!"
Then she lifted her right hand, with the thumb pointed upward, and said:
"Teaugh!"
Then she lifted both hands, with all the fingers and thumbs spread out, and cried:
"Peaugh!"
Jack Pumpkinhead stepped back a pace, at this, and said in a reproachful voice:
"Don't yell like that! Do you think I'm deaf?"
Old Mombi danced around him, frantic with delight.
"He lives!" she screamed: "He lives! he lives!"
Then she threw her stick into the air and caught it as it came down; and she hugged herself with both arms,
and tried to do a step of a jig; and all the time she repeated, rapturously:
"He lives! he lives! he lives!"
Now you may well suppose that Tip observed all this with amazement.
At first he was so frightened and horrified that he wanted to run away, but his legs trembled and shook so
badly that he couldn't. Then it struck him as a very funny thing for Jack to come to life, especially as the
expression on his pumpkin face was so droll and comical it excited laughter on the instant. So, recovering
from his first fear, Tip began to laugh; and the merry peals reached old Mombi's ears and made her hobble
quickly to the hedge, where she seized Tip's collar and dragged him back to where she had left her basket and
the pumpkinheaded man.
"You naughty, sneaking, wicked boy!" she exclaimed, furiously:" I'll teach you to spy out my secrets and to
make fun of me!"
"I wasn't making fun of you," protested Tip. "I was laughing at old Pumpkinhead! Look at him! Isn't he a
picture, though?"
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"I hope you are not reflecting on my personal appearance," said Jack; and it was so funny to hear his grave
voice, while his face continued to wear its jolly smile, that Tip again burst into a peal of laughter.
Even Mombi was not without a curious interest in the man her magic had brought to life; for, after staring at
him intently, she presently asked:
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"What do you know?"
"Well, that is hard to tell," replied Jack. "For although I feel that I know a tremendous lot, I am not yet aware
how much there is in the world to find out about. It will take me a little time to discover whether I am very
wise or very foolish."
"To be sure," said Mombi, thoughtfully.
"But what are you going to do with him, now he is alive?" asked Tip, wondering.
"I must think it over," answered Mombi. "But we must get home at once, for it is growing dark. Help the
Pumpkinhead to walk."
"Never mind me," said Jack; "I can walk as well as you can. Haven't I got legs and feet, and aren't they
jointed?"
"Are they?" asked the woman, turning to Tip.
"Of course they are; I made 'em myself," returned the boy, with pride.
So they started for the house, but when they reached the farm yard old Mombi led the pumpkin man to the
cow stable and shut him up in an empty stall, fastening the door securely on the outside.
"I've got to attend to you, first," she said, nodding her head at Tip.
Hearing this, the boy became uneasy; for he
knew Mombi had a bad and revengeful heart, and would not hesitate to do any evil thing.
They entered the house. It was a round, domeshaped structure, as are nearly all the farm houses in the Land of
Oz.
Mombi bade the boy light a candle, while she put her basket in a cupboard and hung her cloak on a peg. Tip
obeyed quickly, for he was afraid of her.
After the candle had been lighted Mombi ordered him to build a fire in the hearth, and while Tip was thus
engaged the old woman ate her supper. When the flames began to crackle the boy came to her and asked a
share of the bread and cheese; but Mombi refused him.
"I'm hungry!" said Tip, in a sulky tone.
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"You won't be hungry long," replied Mombi, with a grim look.
The boy didn't like this speech, for it sounded like a threat; but he happened to remember he had nuts in his
pocket, so he cracked some of those and ate them while the woman rose, shook the crumbs from her apron,
and hung above the fire a small black kettle.
Then she measured out equal parts of milk and vinegar and poured them into the kettle. Next she
produced several packets of herbs and powders and began adding a portion of each to the contents of the
kettle. Occasionally she would draw near the candle and read from a yellow paper the recipe of the mess she
was concocting.
As Tip watched her his uneasiness increased.
"What is that for?" he asked.
"For you," returned Mombi, briefly.
Tip wriggled around upon his stool and stared awhile at the kettle, which was beginning to bubble. Then he
would glance at the stern and wrinkled features of the witch and wish he were any place but in that dim and
smoky kitchen, where even the shadows cast by the candle upon the wall were enough to give one the
horrors. So an hour passed away, during which the silence was only broken by the bubbling of the pot and the
hissing of the flames.
Finally, Tip spoke again.
"Have I got to drink that stuff?" he asked, nodding toward the pot.
"Yes," said Mombi.
"What'll it do to me?" asked Tip.
"If it's properly made," replied Mombi, "it will change or transform you into a marble statue."
Tip groaned, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with his sleeve.
"I don't want to be a marble statue!" he protested.
"That doesn't matter I want you to be one," said the old woman, looking at him severely.
"What use'll I be then?" asked Tip. "There won't be any one to work for you."
"I'll make the Pumpkinhead work for me," said Mombi.
Again Tip groaned.
"Why don't you change me into a goat, or a chicken?" he asked, anxiously. "You can't do anything with a
marble statue."
"Oh, yes, I can," returned Mombi. "I'm going to plant a flower garden, next Spring, and I'll put you in the
middle of it, for an ornament. I wonder I haven't thought of that before; you've been a bother to me for years."
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At this terrible speech Tip felt the beads of perspiration starting all over his body. but he sat still and shivered
and looked anxiously at the kettle.
"Perhaps it won't work," he mutttered, in a voice that sounded weak and discouraged.
"Oh, I think it will," answered Mombi, cheerfully. "I seldom make a mistake."
Again there was a period of silence a silence so long and gloomy that when Mombi finally lifted the kettle
from the fire it was close to midnight.
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"I DON'T WANT TO BE A MARBLE STATUE."
"You cannot drink it until it has become quite cold," announced the old witch for in spite of the law she had
acknowledged practising witchcraft. "We must both go to bed now, and at daybreak I will call you and at
once complete your transformation into a marble statue."
With this she hobbled into her room, bearing the steaming kettle with her, and Tip heard her close and lock
the door.
The boy did not go to bed, as he had been commanded to do, but still sat glaring at the embers of the dying
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The Flight of the Fugitives
Tip reflected.
"It's a hard thing, to be a marble statue," he thought, rebelliously, "and I'm not going to stand it. For years I've
been a bother to her, she says; so she's going to get rid of me. Well, there's an easier way than to become a
statue. No boy could have any fun forever standing in the middle of a flower garden! I'll run away, that's what
I'll do and I may as well go before she makes me drink that nasty stuff in the kettle." He waited until the
snores of the old witch announced she was fast asleep, and then he arose softly and went to the cupboard to
find something to eat.
"No use starting on a journey without food," he decided, searching upon the narrow shelves.
He found some crusts of bread; but he had to look into Mombi's basket to find the cheese she had brought
from the village. While turning over the contents of the basket he came upon the pepperbox which
contained the "Powder of Life."
"I may as well take this with me," he thought, "or Mombi'll be using it to make more mischief with." So he
put the box in his pocket, together with the bread and cheese.
Then he cautiously left the house and latched the door behind him. Outside both moon and stars shone
brightly, and the night seemed peaceful and inviting after the close and illsmelling kitchen.
"I'll be glad to get away," said Tip, softly; "for I never did like that old woman. I wonder how I ever came to
live with her."
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He was walking slowly toward the road when a thought made him pause.
"I don't like to leave Jack Pumpkinhead to the tender mercies of old Mombi," he muttered. "And Jack belongs
to me, for I made him even if the old witch did bring him to life."
He retraced his steps to the cowstable and opened the door of the stall where the pumpkin
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headed man had been left.
Jack was standing in the middle of the stall, and by the moonlight Tip could see he was smiling just as
jovially as ever.
"Come on!" said the boy, beckoning."
"Where to?" asked Jack.
"You'll know as soon as I do," answered Tip, smiling sympathetically into the pumpkin face.
"All we've got to do now is to tramp."
"Very well," returned Jack, and walked awkwardly out of the stable and into the moonlight.
Tip turned toward the road and the man followed him. Jack walked with a sort of limp, and occasionally one
of the joints of his legs would turn backward, instead of frontwise, almost causing him to tumble. But the
Pumpkinhead was quick to notice this, and began to take more pains to step carefully; so that he met with few
accidents.
Tip led him along the path without stopping an instant. They could not go very fast, but they walked steadily;
and by the time the moon sank away and the sun peeped over the hills they had travelled so great a distance
that the boy had no reason to fear pursuit from the old witch. Moreover, he had turned first into one path, and
then into another, so that should anyone follow them it
would prove very difficult to guess which way they had gone, or where to seek them.
Fairly satisfied that he had escaped for a time, at least being turned into a marble statue, the boy
stopped his companion and seated himself upon a rock by the roadside.
"Let's have some breakfast," he said.
Jack Pumpkinhead watched Tip curiously, but refused to join in the repast. "I don't seem to be made the same
way you are," he said.
"I know you are not," returned Tip; "for I made you."
"Oh! Did you?" asked Jack.
"Certainly. And put you together. And carved your eyes and nose and ears and
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mouth," said Tip proudly. "And dressed you."
Jack looked at his body and limbs critically.
"It strikes me you made a very good job of it," he remarked.
"Just soso," replied Tip, modestly; for he began to see certain defects in the construction of his man. "If I'd
known we were going to travel together I might have been a little more particular."
"Why, then," said the Pumpkinhead, in a tone that expressed surprise, "you must be my creator my parent my
father!"
"Or your inventor," replied the boy with a laugh. "Yes, my son; I really believe I am!"
"Then I owe you obedience," continued the man, "and you owe me support."
"That's it, exactly", declared Tip, jumping up. "So let us be off."
"Where are we going?" asked Jack, when they had resumed their journey.
"I'm not exactly sure," said the boy; "but I believe we are headed South, and that will bring us, sooner or
later, to the Emerald City."
"What city is that?" enquired the Pumpkinhead.
"Why, it's the center of the Land of Oz, and the biggest town in all the country. I've never been there, myself,
but I've heard all about its
history. It was built by a mighty and wonderful Wizard named Oz, and everything there is of a green color
just as everything in this Country of the Gillikins is of a purple color."
"Is everything here purple?" asked Jack.
"Of course it is. Can't you see?" returned the boy.
"I believe I must be colorblind," said the Pumpkinhead, after staring about him.
"Well, the grass is purple, and the trees are purple, and the houses and fences are purple," explained Tip.
"Even the mud in the roads is purple. But in the Emerald City everything is green that is purple here. And in
the Country of the Munchkins, over at the East, everything is blue; and in the South country of the Quadlings
everything is red; and in the West country of the Winkies, where the Tin Woodman rules, everything is
yellow."
"Oh!" said Jack. Then, after a pause, he asked: "Did you say a Tin Woodman rules the Winkies?"
"Yes; he was one of those who helped Dorothy to destroy the Wicked Witch of the West, and the Winkies
were so grateful that they invited him to become their ruler, just as the people of the Emerald City invited
the Scarecrow to rule them."
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"Dear me!" said Jack. "I'm getting confused with all this history. Who is the Scarecrow?"
"Another friend of Dorothy's," replied Tip.
"And who is Dorothy?"
"She was a girl that came here from Kansas, a place in the big, outside World. She got blown to the Land of
Oz by a cyclone, and while she was here the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman accompanied her on her
travels."
"And where is she now?" inquired the Pumpkinhead.
"Glinda the Good, who rules the Quadlings, sent her home again," said the boy.
"Oh. And what became of the Scarecrow?"
"I told you. He rules the Emerald City," answered Tip.
"I thought you said it was ruled by a wonderful Wizard," objected Jack, seeming more and more confused.
"Well, so I did. Now, pay attention, and I'll explain it," said Tip, speaking slowly and looking the smiling
Pumpkinhead squarely in the eye. "Dorothy went to the Emerald City to ask the Wizard to send her back to
Kansas; and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman went with her. But the Wizard couldn't send her back,
because he wasn't so much of a Wizard as he might have been. And then they got angry at the Wizard, and
threat
ened to expose him; so the Wizard made a big balloon and escaped in it, and no one has ever seen him since."
"Now, that is very interesting history," said Jack, well pleased; "and I understand it perfectly all but the
explanation."
"I'm glad you do," responded Tip. "After the Wizard was gone, the people of the Emerald City made His
Majesty, the Scarecrow, their King; "and I have heard that he became a very popular ruler."
"Are we going to see this queer King?" asked Jack, with interest.
"I think we may as well," replied the boy; "unless you have something better to do."
"Oh, no, dear father," said the Pumpkinhead. "I am quite willing to go wherever you please."
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The boy, small and rather delicate in appearance seemed somewhat embarrassed at being called "father" by
the tall, awkward, pumpkinheaded man, but to deny the relationship would involve another long and tedious
explanation; so he changed the subject by asking, abruptly:
"Are you tired?"
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"Of course not!" replied the other. "But," he continued, after a pause, "it is quite certain I shall wear out my
wooden joints if I keep on walking."
Tip reflected, as they journeyed on, that this was true. He began to regret that he had not constructed the
wooden limbs more carefully and substantially. Yet how could he ever have guessed
that the man he had made merely to scare old Mombi with would be brought to life by means of a magical
powder contained in an old pepperbox?
So he ceased to reproach himself, and began to think how he might yet remedy the deficiencies of Jack's
weak joints.
While thus engaged they came to the edge of a wood, and the boy sat down to rest upon an old sawhorse that
some woodcutter had left there.
"Why don't you sit down?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.
"Won't it strain my joints?" inquired the other.
"Of course not. It'll rest them," declared the boy.
So Jack tried to sit down; but as soon as he bent his joints farther than usual they gave way altogether, and he
came clattering to the ground with such a crash that Tip feared he was entirely ruined.
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He rushed to the man, lifted him to his feet, straightened his arms and legs, and felt of his head to see if by
chance it had become cracked. But Jack seemed to be in pretty good shape, after all, and Tip said to him:
"I guess you'd better remain standing, hereafter. It seems the safest way."
"Very well, dear father." just as you say, replied the smiling Jack, who had been in no wise confused by his
tumble.
Tip sat down again. Presently the Pumpkinhead asked:
"What is that thing you are sitting on?"
"Oh, this is a horse," replied the boy, carelessly.
"What is a horse?" demanded Jack.
"A horse? Why, there are two kinds of horses," returned Tip, slightly puzzled how to explain. "One kind of
horse is alive, and has four legs and a head and a tail. And people ride upon its back."
"I understand," said Jack, cheerfully "That's the kind of horse you are now sitting on."
"No, it isn't," answered Tip, promptly.
"Why not? That one has four legs, and a head, and a tail." Tip looked at the sawhorse more carefully, and
found that the Pumpkinhead was right. The body
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had been formed from a treetrunk, and a branch had been left sticking up at one end that looked very much
like a tail. In the other end were two big knots that resembled eyes, and a place had been chopped away that
might easily be mistaken for the horse's mouth. As for the legs, they were four straight limbs cut from trees
and stuck fast into the body, being spread wide apart so that the sawhorse would stand firmly when a log
was laid across it to be sawed.
"This thing resembles a real horse more than I imagined," said Tip, trying to explain. "But a real horse is
alive, and trots and prances and eats oats, while this is nothing more than a dead horse, made of wood, and
used to saw logs upon."
"If it were alive, wouldn't it trot, and prance, and eat oats?" inquired the Pumpkinhead.
"It would trot and prance, perhaps; but it wouldn't eat oats," replied the boy, laughing at the idea." And of
course it can't ever be alive, because it is made of wood."
"So am I," answered the man.
Tip looked at him in surprise.
"Why, so you are!" he exclaimed. "And the magic powder that brought you to life is here in my pocket."
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THE MAGICAL POWDER OF LIFE
He brought out the pepper box, and eyed it curiously.
"I wonder," said he, musingly, "if it would bring the sawhorse to life."
"If it would," returned Jack, calmly for nothing seemed to surprise him" I could ride on its back, and that
would save my joints from wearing out."
"I'll try it!" cried the boy, jumping up. "But I wonder if I can remember the words old Mombi said, and the
way she held her hands up."
He thought it over for a minute, and as he had watched carefully from the hedge every motion of the old
witch, and listened to her words, he believed he could repeat exactly what she had said and done.
So he began by sprinkling some of the magic Powder of Life from the pepper box upon the body of the
sawhorse. Then he lifted his left hand, with the little finger pointing upward, and said: "Weaugh!"
"What does that mean, dear father?" asked Jack, curiously.
"I don't know," answered Tip. Then he lifted his right hand, with the thumb pointing upward and said:
"Teaugh!"
"What's that, dear father?" inquired Jack.
"It means you must keep quiet!" replied the boy, provoked at being interrupted at so important a moment.
"How fast I am learning!" remarked the Pumpkinhead, with his eternal smile.
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Tip now lifted both hands above his head, with all the fingers and thumbs spread out, and cried in a loud
voice: "Peaugh!"
Immediately the sawhorse moved, stretched its legs, yawned with its choppedout mouth, and shook a few
grains of the powder off its back. The rest of the powder seemed to have vanished into the body of the horse.
"Good!" called Jack, while the boy looked on in astonishment. "You are a very clever sorcerer, dear father!"
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The Awakening of the Sawhorse
The SawHorse, finding himself alive, seemed even more astonished than Tip. He rolled his knotty eyes
from side to side, taking a first wondering view of the world in which he had now so important an existence.
Then he tried to look at himself; but he had, indeed, no neck to turn; so that in the endeavor to see his body he
kept circling around and around, without catching even a glimpse of it. His legs were stiff and awkward, for
there were no kneejoints in them; so that presently he bumped against Jack Pumpkinhead and sent that
personage tumbling upon the moss that lined the roadside.
Tip became alarmed at this accident, as well as at the persistence of the SawHorse in prancing around in a
circle; so he called out:
"Whoa! Whoa, there!"
The SawHorse paid no attention whatever to this command, and the next instant brought one of his wooden
legs down upon Tip's foot so forcibly that the boy danced away in pain to a safer distance, from where he
again yelled:
"Whoa! Whoa, I say!"
Jack had now managed to raise himself to a sitting position, and he looked at the SawHorse with much
interest.
"I don't believe the animal can hear you," he remarked.
"I shout loud enough, don't I?" answered Tip, angrily.
"Yes; but the horse has no ears," said the smiling Pumpkinhead.
"Sure enough!" exclaimed Tip, noting the fact for the first time. "How, then, am I going to stop him?"
But at that instant the SawHorse stopped himself, having concluded it was impossible to see his own body.
He saw Tip, however, and came close to the boy to observe him more fully.
It was really comical to see the creature walk; for it moved the legs on its right side together, and those on its
left side together, as a pacing horse does; and that made its body rock sidewise, like a cradle.
Tip patted it upon the head, and said "Good boy! Good Boy!" in a coaxing tone; and the SawHorse pranced
away to examine with its bulging eyes the form of Jack Pumpkinhead.
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"I must find a halter for him," said Tip; and having made a search in his pocket he produced a roll of strong
cord. Unwinding this, he approached the SawHorse and tied the cord around its neck, afterward fastening
the other end to a large tree. The SawHorse, not understanding the action, stepped backward and snapped
the string easily; but it made no attempt to run away.
"He's stronger than I thought," said the boy, "and rather obstinate, too."
"Why don't you make him some ears?" asked Jack. "Then you can tell him what to do."
"That's a splendid idea!" said Tip. "How did you happen to think of it?"
"Why, I didn't think of it," answered the Pumpkinhead; "I didn't need to, for it's the simplest and easiest thing
to do."
So Tip got out his knife and fashioned some ears out of the bark of a small tree.
"I mustn't make them too big," he said, as he whittled, "or our horse would become a donkey."
"How is that?" inquired Jack, from the roadside.
"Why, a horse has bigger ears than a man; and a donkey has bigger ears than a horse," explained Tip.
"Then, if my ears were longer, would I be a horse?" asked Jack.
"My friend," said Tip, gravely, "you'll never be anything but a Pumpkinhead, no matter how big your ears
are."
"Oh," returned Jack, nodding; "I think I understand."
"If you do, you're a wonder," remarked the boy "but there's no harm in thinking you understand. I guess these
ears are ready now. Will you hold the horse while I stick them on?"
"Certainly, if you'll help me up," said Jack.
So Tip raised him to his feet, and the Pumpkinhead went to the horse and held its head while the boy bored
two holes in it with his knifeblade and inserted the ears.
"They make him look very handsome," said Jack, admiringly.
But those words, spoken close to the SawHorse, and being the first sounds he had ever heard, so startled the
animal that he made a bound forward and tumbled Tip on one side and Jack on the other. Then he continued
to rush forward as if frightened by the clatter of his own footsteps.
"Whoa!" shouted Tip, picking himself up; "whoa! you idiot whoa!" The Saw Horse would probably have
paid no attention to this, but just then it stepped a leg into a gopherhole and stumbled headoverheels to
the ground, where it lay upon its back, frantically waving its four legs in the air.
Tip ran up to it.
"You're a nice sort of a horse, I must say!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't you stop when I yelled 'whoa?'"
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"Does 'whoa' mean to stop?" asked the SawHorse, in a surprised voice, as it rolled its eyes upward to look at
the boy.
"Of course it does," answered Tip.
"And a hole in the ground means to stop, also, doesn't it?" continued the horse.
"To be sure; unless you step over it," said Tip.
"What a strange place this is," the creature exclaimed, as if amazed. "What am I doing here, anyway?"
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"DO KEEP THOSE LEGS STILL."
"Why, I've brought you to life," answered the boy "but it won't hurt you any, if you mind me and do as I tell
you."
"Then I will do as you tell me," replied the SawHorse, humbly. "But what happened to me, a moment ago? I
don't seem to be just right, someway."
"You're upside down," explained Tip. "But just keep those legs still a minute and I'll set you right side up
again."
"How many sides have I?" asked the creature, wonderingly.
"Several," said Tip, briefly. "But do keep those legs still."
The SawHorse now became quiet, and held its legs rigid; so that Tip, after several efforts, was able to roll
him over and set him upright.
"Ah, I seem all right now," said the queer animal, with a sigh.
"One of your ears is broken," Tip announced, after a careful examination. "I'll have to make a new one."
Then he led the SawHorse back to where Jack was vainly struggling to regain his feet, and after assisting the
Pumpkinhead to stand upright Tip whittled out a new ear and fastened it to the horse's head.
"Now," said he, addressing his steed, "pay attention to what I'm going to tell you. 'Whoa!' means to stop;
'GetUp!' means to walk forward; 'Trot!' means to go as fast as you can. Understand?"
"I believe I do," returned the horse.
"Very good. We are all going on a journey to the Emerald City, to see His Majesty, the Scarecrow; and Jack
Pumpkinhead is going to ride on your back, so he won't wear out his joints."
"I don't mind," said the SawHorse. "Anything that suits you suits me."
Then Tip assisted Jack to get upon the horse.
"Hold on tight," he cautioned, "or you may fall off and crack your pumpkin head."
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"That would be horrible!" said Jack, with a shudder. "What shall I hold on to?"
"Why, hold on to his ears," replied Tip, after a moment's hesitation.
"Don't do that!" remonstrated the SawHorse; "for then I can't hear."
That seemed reasonable, so Tip tried to think of something else.
"I'll fix it!" said he, at length. He went into the wood and cut a short length of limb from a young, stout tree.
One end of this he sharpened to a point, and then he dug a hole in the back of
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"DOES IT HURT?" ASKED THE BOY
the SawHorse, just behind its head. Next he brought a piece of rock from the road and hammered the post
firmly into the animal's back.
"Stop! Stop!" shouted the horse; "you're jarring me terribly."
"Does it hurt?" asked the boy.
"Not exactly hurt," answered the animal; "but it makes me quite nervous to be jarred."
"Well, it's all over now" said Tip, encouragingly. "Now, Jack, be sure to hold fast to this post and then you
can't fall off and get smashed."
So Jack held on tight, and Tip said to the horse:
"Get up."
The obedient creature at once walked forward, rocking from side to side as he raised his feet from the ground.
Tip walked beside the SawHorse, quite content with this addition to their party. Presently he began to
whistle.
"What does that sound mean?" asked the horse.
"Don't pay any attention to it," said Tip. "I'm just whistling, and that only means I'm pretty well satisfied."
"I'd whistle myself, if I could push my lips together," remarked Jack. "I fear, dear father, that in some respects
I am sadly lacking."
After journeying on for some distance the narrow path they were following turned into a broad roadway,
paved with yellow brick. By the side of the road Tip noticed a signpost that read:
"NINE MILES TO THE EMERALD CITY."
But it was now growing dark, so he decided to camp for the night by the roadside and to resume the journey
next morning by daybreak. He led the Saw Horse to a grassy mound upon which grew several bushy trees,
and carefully assisted the Pumpkinhead to alight.
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"I think I'll lay you upon the ground, overnight," said the boy. "You will be safer that way."
"How about me?" asked the SawHorse.
"It won't hurt you to stand," replied Tip; "and, as you can't sleep, you may as well watch out and see that no
one comes near to disturb us."
Then the boy stretched himself upon the grass beside the Pumpkinhead, and being greatly wearied by the
journey was soon fast asleep.
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Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride to the Emerald City
At daybreak Tip was awakened by the Pumpkinhead. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, bathed in a little
brook, and then ate a portion of his bread and cheese. Having thus prepared for a new day the boy said:
"Let us start at once. Nine miles is quite a distance, but we ought to reach the Emerald City by noon if no
accidents happen." So the Pumpkinhead was again perched upon the back of the SawHorse and the journey
was resumed.
Tip noticed that the purple tint of the grass and trees had now faded to a dull lavender, and before long this
lavender appeared to take on a greenish tinge that gradually brightened as they drew nearer to the great City
where the Scarecrow ruled.
The little party had traveled but a short two miles upon their way when the road of yellow brick was parted
by a broad and swift river. Tip was puzzled how to cross over; but after a time he discovered a man in a
ferryboat approaching from the other side of the stream.
When the man reached the bank Tip asked:
"Will you row us to the other side?"
"Yes, if you have money," returned the ferryman, whose face looked cross and disagreeable.
"But I have no money," said Tip.
"None at all?" inquired the man.
"None at all," answered the boy.
"Then I'll not break my back rowing you over," said the ferryman, decidedly.
"What a nice man!" remarked the Pumpkinhead, smilingly.
The ferryman stared at him, but made no reply. Tip was trying to think, for it was a great disappointment to
him to find his journey so suddenly brought to an end.
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"I must certainly get to the Emerald City," he said to the boatman; "but how can I cross the river if you do not
take me?"
The man laughed, and it was not a nice laugh.
"That wooden horse will float," said he; "and
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you can ride him across. As for the pumpkinheaded loon who accompanies you, let him sink or swim it won't
matter greatly which."
"Don't worry about me," said Jack, smiling pleasantly upon the crabbed ferryman; "I'm sure I ought to float
beautifully."
Tip thought the experiment was worth making, and the SawHorse, who did not know what danger meant,
offered no objections whatever. So the boy led it down into the water and climbed upon its back. Jack also
waded in up to his knees and
grasped the tail of the horse so that he might keep his pumpkin head above the water.
"Now," said Tip, instructing the SawHorse, "if you wiggle your legs you will probably swim; and if you
swim we shall probably reach the other side."
The SawHorse at once began to wiggle its legs, which acted as oars and moved the adventurers slowly
across the river to the opposite side. So successful was the trip that presently they were climbing, wet and
dripping, up the grassy bank.
Tip's trouserlegs and shoes were thoroughly soaked; but the SawHorse had floated so perfectly that from
his knees up the boy was entirely dry. As for the Pumpkinhead, every stitch of his gorgeous clothing dripped
water.
"The sun will soon dry us," said Tip "and, anyhow, we are now safely across, in spite of the ferryman, and
can continue our journey.
"I didn't mind swimming, at all," remarked the horse.
"Nor did I," added Jack.
They soon regained the road of yellow brick, which proved to be a continuation of the road they had left on
the other side, and then Tip once more mounted the Pumpkinhead upon the back of the SawHorse.
"If you ride fast," said he, "the wind will help to dry your clothing. I will hold on to the horse's tail and run
after you. In this way we all will become dry in a very short time."
"Then the horse must step lively," said Jack.
"I'll do my best," returned the SawHorse, cheerfully.
Tip grasped the end of the branch that served as tail to the SawHorse, and called loudly: "Getup!"
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The horse started at a good pace, and Tip followed behind. Then he decided they could go faster, so he
shouted: "Trot!"
Now, the SawHorse remembered that this word was the command to go as fast as he could; so he began
rocking along the road at a tremendous pace,
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and Tip had hard work running faster than he ever had before in his life to keep his feet.
Soon he was out of breath, and although he wanted to call "Whoa!" to the horse, he found he could not get
the word out of his throat. Then the end of the tail he was clutching, being nothing more than a dead branch,
suddenly broke away, and the next minute the boy was rolling in the dust of the road, while the horse and its
pumpkinheaded rider dashed on and quickly disappeared in the distance.
By the time Tip had picked himself up and cleared the dust from his throat so he could say "Whoa!" there
was no further need of saying it, for the horse was long since out of sight.
So he did the only sensible thing he could do. He sat down and took a good rest, and afterward began walking
along the road.
"Some time I will surely overtake them," he reflected; "for the road will end at the gates of the Emerald City,
and they can go no further than that."
Meantime Jack was holding fast to the post and the SawHorse was tearing along the road like a racer.
Neither of them knew Tip was left behind, for the Pumpkinhead did not look around and the SawHorse
couldn't.
As he rode, Jack noticed that the grass and trees
had become a bright emeraldgreen in color, so he guessed they were nearing the Emerald City even before
the tall spires and domes came into sight.
At length a high wall of green stone, studded thick with emeralds, loomed up before them; and fearing the
SawHorse would not know enough to stop and so might smash them both against this wall, Jack ventured to
cry "Whoa!" as loud as he could.
So suddenly did the horse obey that had it not been for his post Jack would have been pitched off head
foremost, and his beautiful face ruined.
"That was a fast ride, dear father!" he exclaimed; and then, hearing no reply, he turned around and discovered
for the first time that Tip was not there.
This apparent desertion puzzled the Pumpkinhead, and made him uneasy. And while he was wondering what
had become of the boy, and what he ought to do next under such trying circumstances, the gateway in the
green wall opened and a man came out.
This man was short and round, with a fat face that seemed remarkably good natured. He was clothed all in
green and wore a high, peaked green hat upon his head and green spectacles over his eyes. Bowing before the
Pumpkinhead he said:
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"I am the Guardian of the Gates of the Emerald
City. May I inquire who you are, and what is your business?"
"My name is Jack Pumpkinhead," returned the other, smilingly; "but as to my business, I haven't the least
idea in the world what it is."
The Guardian of the Gates looked surprised, and shook his head as if dissatisfied with the reply.
"What are you, a man or a pumpkin?" he asked, politely.
"Both, if you please," answered Jack.
"And this wooden horse is it alive?" questioned the Guardian.
The horse rolled one knotty eye upward and winked at Jack. Then it gave a prance and brought one leg down
on the Guardian's toes.
"Ouch!" cried the man; "I'm sorry I asked that question. But the answer is most convincing. Have you any
errand, sir, in the Emerald City?"
"It seems to me that I have," replied the Pumpkinhead, seriously; "but I cannot think what it is. My father
knows all about it, but he is not here."
"This is a strange affair very strange!" declared the Guardian. "But you seem harmless. Folks do not smile so
delightfully when they mean mischief."
"As for that," said Jack, "I cannot help my smile, for it is carved on my face with a jackknife."
"Well, come with me into my room," resumed the Guardian, "and I will see what can be done for you."
So Jack rode the SawHorse through the gateway into a little room built into the wall. The Guardian pulled a
bellcord, and presently a very tall soldier clothed in a green uniform entered from the opposite door.
This soldier carried a long green gun over his shoulder and had lovely green whiskers that fell quite to his
knees. The Guardian at once addressed him, saying:
"Here is a strange gentleman who doesn't know why he has come to the Emerald City, or what he wants. Tell
me, what shall we do with him?"
The Soldier with the Green Whiskers looked at Jack with much care and curiosity. Finally he shook his head
so positively that little waves rippled down his whiskers, and then he said:
"I must take him to His Majesty, the Scarecrow."
But what will His Majesty, the Scarecrow, do with him?" asked the Guardian of the Gates.
"That is His Majesty's business," returned the soldier. "I have troubles enough of my own. All outside
troubles must be turned over to His Majesty. So put the spectacles on this fellow, and I'll take him to the royal
palace."
So the Guardian opened a big box of spectacles and tried to fit a pair to Jack's great round eyes.
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"I haven't a pair in stock that will really cover those eyes up," said the little man, with a sigh; "and your head
is so big that I shall be obliged to tie the spectacles on."
"But why need I wear spectacles?" asked Jack.
"It's the fashion here," said the Soldier, "and they will keep you from being blinded by the glitter and glare of
the gorgeous Emerald City."
"Oh!" exclaimed Jack. "Tie them on, by all means. I don't wish to be blinded."
"Nor I!" broke in the SawHorse; so a pair of green spectacles was quickly fastened over the bulging knots
that served it for eyes.
Then the Soldier with the Green Whiskers led them through the inner gate and they at once found themselves
in the main street of the magnificent Emerald City.
Sparkling green gems ornamented the fronts of the beautiful houses and the towers and turrets were all faced
with emeralds. Even the green marble pavement glittered with precious stones, and it was indeed a grand and
marvelous sight to one who beheld it for the first time.
However, the Pumpkinhead and the SawHorse,
knowing nothing of wealth and beauty, paid little attention to the wonderful sights they saw through their
green spectacles. They calmly followed after the green soldier and scarcely noticed the crowds of green
people who stared at them in surprise. When a green dog ran out and barked at them the Saw Horse
promptly kicked at it with its wooden leg and sent the little animal howling into one of the houses; but
nothing more serious than this happened to interrupt their progress to the royal palace.
The Pumpkinhead wanted to ride up the green marble steps and straight into the Scarecrow's presence; but
the soldier would not permit that. So Jack dismounted, with much difficulty, and a servant led the SawHorse
around to the rear while the Soldier with the Green Whiskers escorted the Pumpkinhead into the palace, by
the front entrance.
The stranger was left in a handsomely furnished waiting room while the soldier went to announce him. It so
happened that at this hour His Majesty was at leisure and greatly bored for want of something to do, so he
ordered his visitor to be shown at once into his throne room.
Jack felt no fear or embarrassment at meeting the ruler of this magnificent city, for he was entirely ignorant
of all worldly customs. But when he en
tered the room and saw for the first time His Majesty the Scarecrow seated upon his glittering throne, he
stopped short in amazement.
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His Majesty the Scarecrow
I suppose every reader of this book knows what a scarecrow is; but Jack Pumpkinhead, never having seen
such a creation, was more surprised at meeting the remarkable King of the Emerald City than by any other
one experience of his brief life.
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His Majesty the Scarecrow was dressed in a suit of faded blue clothes, and his head was merely a small sack
stuffed with straw, upon which eyes, ears, a nose and a mouth had been rudely painted to represent a face.
The clothes were also stuffed with straw, and that so unevenly or carelessly that his Majesty's legs and arms
seemed more bumpy than was necessary. Upon his hands were gloves with long fingers, and these were
padded with cotton. Wisps of straw stuck out from the monarch's
coat and also from his neck and boottops. Upon his head he wore a heavy golden crown set thick with
sparkling jewels, and the weight of this crown caused his brow to sag in wrinkles, giving a thoughtful
expression to the painted face. Indeed, the crown alone betokened majesty; in all else the, Scarecrow King
was but a simple scarecrow flimsy, awkward, and unsubstantial.
But if the strange appearance of his Majesty the Scarecrow seemed startling to Jack, no less wonderful was
the form of the Pumpkinhead to the Scarecrow. The purple trousers and pink waistcoat and red shirt hung
loosely over the wooden joints Tip had manufactured, and the carved face on the pumpkin grinned
perpetually, as if its wearer considered life the jolliest thing imaginable.
At first, indeed, His Majesty thought his queer visitor was laughing at him, and was inclined to resent such a
liberty; but it was not without reason that the Scarecrow had attained the reputation of being the wisest
personage in the Land of Oz. He made a more careful examination of his visitor, and soon discovered that
Jack's features were carved into a smile and that he could not look grave if he wished to.
The King was the first to speak. After regarding
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Jack for some minutes he said, in a tone of wonder:
"Where on earth did you come from, and how do you happen to be alive?"
"I beg your Majesty's pardon," returned the Pumpkinhead; "but I do not understand you."
"What don't you understand?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Why, I don't understand your language. You see, I came from the Country of the Gillikins, so that I am a
foreigner."
"Ah, to be sure!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "I myself speak the language of the Munchkins, which is also the
language of the Emerald City. But you, I suppose, speak the language of the Pumpkinheads?"
"Exactly so, your Majesty" replied the other, bowing; "so it will be impossible for us to understand one
another."
"That is unfortunate, certainly," said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "We must have an interpreter."
"What is an interpreter?" asked Jack.
"A person who understands both my language and your own. When I say anything, the interpreter can tell
you what I mean; and when you say anything the interpreter can tell me what you mean. For the interpreter
can speak both languages as well as understand them."
"That is certainly clever," said Jack, greatly pleased at finding so simple a way out of the difficulty.
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So the Scarecrow commanded the Soldier with the Green Whiskers to search among his people
until he found one who understood the language of the Gillikins as well as the language of the Emerald City,
and to bring that person to him at once.
When the Soldier had departed the Scarecrow said:
"Won't you take a chair while we are waiting?"
"Your Majesty forgets that I cannot understand you," replied the Pumpkinhead. "If you wish me to sit down
you must make a sign for me to do so." The Scarecrow came down from his throne and rolled an armchair to
a position behind the Pumpkinhead. Then he gave Jack a sudden push that sent him sprawling upon the
cushions in so awkward a fashion that he doubled up like a jackknife, and had hard work to untangle himself.
"Did you understand that sign?" asked His Majesty, politely.
"Perfectly," declared Jack, reaching up his arms to turn his head to the front, the pumpkin having twisted
around upon the stick that supported it.
"You seem hastily made," remarked the Scarecrow, watching Jack's efforts to straighten himself.
"Not more so than your Majesty," was the frank reply.
"There is this difference between us," said the Scarecrow, "that whereas I will bend, but not break, you will
break, but not bend."
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At this moment the soldier returned leading a young girl by the hand. She seemed very sweet and modest,
having a pretty face and beautiful green eyes and hair. A dainty green silk skirt reached to her knees, showing
silk stockings embroidered with peapods, and green satin slippers with bunches of lettuce for decorations
instead of bows or buckles. Upon her silken waist clover leaves were embroidered, and she wore a jaunty
little jacket trimmed with sparkling emeralds of a uniform size.
"Why, it's little Jellia Jamb!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, as the green maiden bowed her pretty head before
him. "Do you understand the language of the Gillikins, my dear?"
"Yes, your Majesty, she answered, "for I was born in the North Country."
"Then you shall be our interpreter," said the Scarecrow, "and explain to this Pumpkinhead all that I say, and
also explain to me all that he says. Is this arrangement satisfactory?" he asked, turning toward his guest.
"Very satisfactory indeed," was the reply.
"Then ask him, to begin with," resumed the Scarecrow, turning to Jellia, "what brought him to the Emerald
City"
But instead of this the girl, who had been staring at Jack, said to him:
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"You are certainly a wonderful creature. Who made you?"
"A boy named Tip," answered Jack.
"What does he say?" inquired the Scarecrow. "My ears must have deceived me. What did he say?"
"He says that your Majesty's brains seem to have come loose," replied the girl, demurely.
The Scarecrow moved uneasily upon his throne, and felt of his head with his left hand.
"What a fine thing it is to understand two different languages," he said, with a perplexed sigh. "Ask him, my
dear, if he has any objection to being put in jail for insulting the ruler of the Emerald City."
"I didn't insult you!" protested Jack, indignantly.
"Tut tut!" cautioned the Scarecrow "wait, until Jellia translates my speech. What have we got an
interpreter for, if you break out in this rash way?"
"All right, I'll wait," replied the Pumpkinhead, in a surly tone although his face smiled as genially as ever.
"Translate the speech, young woman."
"His Majesty inquires if you are hungry, said Jellia.
"Oh, not at all!" answered Jack, more pleasantly, "for it is impossible for me to eat."
"It's the same way with me," remarked the Scarecrow. "What did he say, Jellia, my dear?"
"He asked if you were aware that one of your eyes is painted larger than the other," said the girl,
mischievously.
"Don't you believe her, your Majesty, cried Jack.
"Oh, I don't," answered the Scarecrow, calmly. Then, casting a sharp look at the girl, he asked:
"Are you quite certain you understand the languages of both the Gillikins and the Munchkins?"
"Quite certain, your Majesty," said Jellia Jamb, trying hard not to laugh in the face of royalty.
"Then how is it that I seem to understand them myself?" inquired the Scarecrow.
"Because they are one and the same!" declared the girl, now laughing merrily. "Does not your Majesty know
that in all the land of Oz but one language is spoken?"
"Is it indeed so?" cried the Scarecrow, much relieved to hear this; "then I might easily have been my own
interpreter!"
"It was all my fault, your Majesty," said Jack, looking rather foolish," I thought we must surely speak
different languages, since we came from different countries."
"This should be a warning to you never to think," returned the Scarecrow, severely. "For
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unless one can think wisely it is better to remain a dummy which you most certainly are."
"I am! I surely am!" agreed the Pumpkinhead.
"It seems to me," continued the Scarecrow, more mildly, "that your manufacturer spoiled some good pies to
create an indifferent man."
"I assure your Majesty that I did not ask to be created," answered Jack.
"Ah! It was the same in my case," said the King, pleasantly. And so, as we differ from all ordinary people, let
us become friends."
"With all my heart!" exclaimed Jack.
"What! Have you a heart?" asked the Scarecrow, surprised.
"No; that was only imaginative I might say, a figure of speech," said the other.
"Well, your most prominent figure seems to be a figure of wood; so I must beg you to restrain an imagination
which, having no brains, you have no right to exercise," suggested the Scarecrow, warningly.
"To be sure!" said Jack, without in the least comprehending.
His Majesty then dismissed Jellia Jamb and the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, and when they were gone
he took his new friend by the arm and led him into the courtyard to play a game of quoits.
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Gen. Jinjur's Army of Revolt
Tip was so anxious to rejoin his man Jack and the SawHorse that he walked a full half the distance to the
Emerald City without stopping to rest. Then he discovered that he was hungry and the crackers and cheese he
had provided for the Journey had all been eaten.
While wondering what he should do in this emergency he came upon a girl sitting by the roadside. She wore
a costume that struck the boy as being remarkably brilliant: her silken waist being of emerald green and her
skirt of four distinct colors blue in front, yellow at the left side, red at the back and purple at the right side.
Fastening
the waist in front were four buttons the top one blue, the next yellow, a third red and the last purple.
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The splendor of this dress was almost barbaric; so Tip was fully justified in staring at the gown for some
moments before his eyes were attracted by the
pretty face above it. Yes, the face was pretty enough, he decided; but it wore an expression of discontent
coupled to a shade of defiance or audacity.
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While the boy stared the girl looked upon him calmly. A lunch basket stood beside her, and she held a dainty
sandwich in one hand and a hardboiled egg in the other, eating with an evident appetite that aroused Tip's
sympathy.
He was just about to ask a share of the luncheon when the girl stood up and brushed the crumbs from her lap.
"There!" said she; "it is time for me to go. Carry that basket for me and help yourself to its contents if you are
hungry."
Tip seized the basket eagerly and began to eat, following for a time the strange girl without bothering to ask
questions. She walked along before him with swift strides, and there was about her an air of decision and
importance that led him to suspect she was some great personage.
Finally, when he had satisfied his hunger, he ran up beside her and tried to keep pace with her swift footsteps
a very difficult feat, for she was much taller than he, and evidently in a hurry.
"Thank you very much for the sandwiches," said Tip, as he trotted along. "May I ask your name?"
"I am General Jinjur," was the brief reply.
"Oh!" said the boy surprised. "What sort of a General?"
"I command the Army of Revolt in this war," answered the General, with unnecessary sharpness.
"Oh!" he again exclaimed. "I didn't know there was a war."
"You were not supposed to know it," she returned, "for we have kept it a secret; and considering that our
army is composed entirely of girls," she added, with some pride, "it is surely a remarkable thing that our
Revolt is not yet discovered."
"It is, indeed," acknowledged Tip. "But where is your army?"
"About a mile from here," said General Jinjur. "The forces have assembled from all parts of the Land of Oz,
at my express command. For this is the day we are to conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow, and wrest from
him the throne. The Army of Revolt only awaits my coming to march upon the Emerald City."
"Well!" declared Tip, drawing a long breath, "this is certainly a surprising thing! May I ask why you wish to
conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow?"
"Because the Emerald City has been ruled by men long enough, for one reason," said the girl.
"Moreover, the City glitters with beautiful gems, which might far better be used for rings, bracelets and
necklaces; and there is enough money in the King's treasury to buy every girl in our Army a dozen new
gowns. So we intend to conquer the City and run the government to suit ourselves."
Jinjur spoke these words with an eagerness and decision that proved she was in earnest.
"But war is a terrible thing," said Tip, thoughtfully.
"This war will be pleasant," replied the girl, cheerfully.
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"Many of you will be slain!" continued the boy, in an awed voice.
"Oh, no", said Jinjur. "What man would oppose a girl, or dare to harm her? And there is not an ugly face in
my entire Army."
Tip laughed.
"Perhaps you are right," said he. "But the Guardian of the Gate is considered a faithful Guardian, and the
King's Army will not let the City be conquered without a struggle."
"The Army is old and feeble," replied General Jinjur, scornfully. "His strength has all been used to grow
whiskers, and his wife has such a temper that she has already pulled more than half of them
out by the roots. When the Wonderful Wizard reigned the Soldier with the Green Whiskers was a very good
Royal Army, for people feared the Wizard. But no one is afraid of the Scarecrow, so his Royal Army don't
count for much in time of war."
After this conversation they proceeded some distance in silence, and before long reached a large clearing in
the forest where fully four hundred young women were assembled. These were laughing and talking together
as gaily as if they had gathered for a picnic instead of a war of conquest.
They were divided into four companies, and Tip noticed that all were dressed in costumes similar to that
worn by General Jinjur. The only real difference was that while those girls from the Munchkin country had
the blue strip in front of their skirts, those from the country of the Quadlings had the red strip in front; and
those from the country of the Winkies had the yellow strip in front, and the Gillikin girls wore the purple strip
in front. All had green waists, representing the Emerald City they intended to conquer, and the top button on
each waist indicated by its color which country the wearer came from. The uniforms were Jaunty and
becoming, and quite effective when massed together.
Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons
whatever; but in this he was wrong. For each girl had stuck through the knot of her back hair two long,
glittering knittingneedles.
General Jinjur immediately mounted the stump of a tree and addressed her army.
"Friends, fellowcitizens, and girls!" she said; "we are about to begin our great Revolt against the men of Oz!
We march to conquer the Emerald City to dethrone the Scarecrow King to acquire thousands of
gorgeous gems to rifle the royal treasury and to obtain power over our former oppressors!"
"Hurrah!" said those who had listened; but Tip thought most of the Army was too much engaged in chattering
to pay attention to the words of the General.
The command to march was now given, and the girls formed themselves into four bands, or companies, and
set off with eager strides toward the Emerald City.
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The boy followed after them, carrying several baskets and wraps and packages which various members of the
Army of Revolt had placed in his care. It was not long before they came to the green granite walls of the City
and halted before the gateway.
The Guardian of the Gate at once came out and looked at them curiously, as if a circus had come to town. He
carried a bunch of keys swung round his neck by a golden chain; his hands were thrust carelessly into his
pockets, and he seemed to have no idea at all that the City was threatened by rebels. Speaking pleasantly to
the girls, he said:
"Good morning, my dears! What can I do for you?"
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"Surrender instantly!" answered General Jinjur, standing before him and frowning as terribly as her pretty
face would allow her to.
"Surrender!" echoed the man, astounded. "Why, it's impossible. It's against the law! I never heard of such a
thing in my life."
"Still, you must surrender!" exclaimed the General, fiercely. "We are revolting!"
"You don't look it," said the Guardian, gazing from one to another, admiringly.
"But we are!" cried Jinjur, stamping her foot, impatiently; "and we mean to conquer the Emerald City!"
"Good gracious!" returned the surprised Guardian of the Gates; "what a nonsensical idea! Go home to your
mothers, my good girls, and milk the cows and bake the bread. Don't you know it's a dangerous thing to
conquer a city?"
"We are not afraid!" responded the General; and she looked so determined that it made the Guardian uneasy.
So he rang the bell for the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, and the next minute was sorry he had done so.
For immediately he was surrounded by a crowd of girls who drew the knittingneedles from their hair and
began Jabbing them at the Guardian with the sharp points dangerously near his fat cheeks and blinking eyes.
The poor man howled loudly for mercy and made no resistance when Jinjur drew the bunch of keys from
around his neck.
Followed by her Army the General now rushed
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GENERAL JINJUR AND HER ARMY CAPTURE THE CITY.
to the gateway, where she was confronted by the Royal Army of Oz which was the other name for the
Soldier with the Green Whiskers.
"Halt!" he cried, and pointed his long gun full in the face of the leader.
Some of the girls screamed and ran back, but General Jinjur bravely stood her ground and said, reproachfully:
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"Why, how now? Would you shoot a poor, defenceless girl?"
"No," replied the soldier. "for my gun isn't loaded."
"Not loaded?"
"No; for fear of accidents. And I've forgotten where I hid the powder and shot to load it with. But if you'll
wait a short time I'll try to hunt them up."
"Don't trouble yourself," said Jinjur, cheerfully. Then she turned to her Army and cried:
"Girls, the gun isn't loaded!"
"Hooray," shrieked the rebels, delighted at this good news, and they proceeded to rush upon the Soldier with
the Green Whiskers in such a crowd that it was a wonder they didn't stick the knittingneedles into one
another.
But the Royal Army of Oz was too much afraid
of women to meet the onslaught. He simply turned about and ran with all his might through the gate and
toward the royal palace, while General Jinjur and her mob flocked into the unprotected City.
In this way was the Emerald City captured without a drop of blood being spilled. The Army of Revolt had
become an Army of Conquerors!
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The Scarecrow Plans an escape
Tip slipped away from the girls and followed swiftly after the Soldier with the Green Whiskers. The invading
army entered the City more slowly, for they stopped to dig emeralds out of the walls and pavingstones with
the points of their knittingneedles. So the Soldier and the boy reached the palace before the news had spread
that the City was conquered.
The Scarecrow and Jack Pumpkinhead were still playing at quoits in the courtyard when the game was
interrupted by the abrupt entrance of the Royal Army of Oz, who came flying in without his hat or gun, his
clothes in sad disarray and his long beard floating a yard behind him as he ran.
"Tally one for me," said the Scarecrow, calmly "What's wrong, my man?" he added, addressing the Soldier.
"Oh! your Majesty your Majesty! The City is conquered!" gasped the Royal Army, who was all out of
breath.
"This is quite sudden," said the Scarecrow. "But please go and bar all the doors and windows of the palace,
while I show this Pumpkinhead how to throw a quoit."
The Soldier hastened to do this, while Tip, who had arrived at his heels, remained in the courtyard to look at
the Scarecrow with wondering eyes.
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His Majesty continued to throw the quoits as coolly as if no danger threatened his throne, but the
Pumpkinhead, having caught sight of Tip, ambled toward the boy as fast as his wooden legs would go.
"Good afternoon, noble parent!" he cried, delightedly." I'm glad to see you are here. That terrible SawHorse
ran away with me."
"I suspected it," said Tip. "Did you get hurt? Are you cracked at all?"
"No, I arrived safely," answered Jack, "and his Majesty has been very kind indeed to me.
At this moment the Soldier with the Green Whiskers returned, and the Scarecrow asked:
"By the way, who has conquered me?"
"A regiment of girls, gathered from the four corners of the Land of Oz," replied the Soldier, still pale with
fear.
"But where was my Standing Army at the time?" inquired his Majesty, looking at the Soldier, gravely.
"Your Standing Army was running," answered the fellow, honestly; "for no man could face the terrible
weapons of the invaders."
"Well," said the Scarecrow, after a moment's thought, "I don't mind much the loss of my throne, for it's a
tiresome job to rule over the Emerald City. And this crown is so heavy that it makes my head ache. But I
hope the Conquerors have no intention of injuring me, just because I happen to be the King."
"I heard them, say" remarked Tip, with some hesitation, "that they intend to make a rag carpet of your outside
and stuff their sofacushions with your inside."
"Then I am really in danger," declared his Majesty, positively, "and it will be wise for me to consider a means
to escape."
"Where can you go?" asked Jack Pumpkinhead.
"Why, to my friend the Tin Woodman, who
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rules over the Winkies, and calls himself their Emperor," was the answer. "I am sure he will protect me."
Tip was looking out the window.
"The palace is surrounded by the enemy," said
he "It is too late to escape. They would soon tear you to pieces."
The Scarecrow sighed.
"In an emergency," he announced, "it is always a good thing to pause and reflect. Please excuse me while I
pause and reflect."
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"But we also are in danger," said the Pumpkinhead, anxiously." If any of these girls understand cooking, my
end is not far off!"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "they're too busy to cook, even if they know how!"
"But should I remain here a prisoner for any length of time," protested Jack," I'm liable to spoil."
"Ah! then you would not be fit to associate with," returned the Scarecrow. "The matter is more serious than I
suspected."
"You," said the Pumpkinhead, gloomily, "are liable to live for many years. My life is necessarily short. So I
must take advantage of the few days that remain to me."
"There, there! Don't worry," answered the Scarecrow soothingly; "if you'll keep quiet long enough for me to
think, I'll try to find some way for us all to escape."
So the others waited in patient silence while the Scarecrow walked to a corner and stood with his
face to the wall for a good five minutes. At the end of that time he faced them with a more cheerful
expression upon his painted face.
"Where is the SawHorse you rode here?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.
"Why, I said he was a jewel, and so your man locked him up in the royal treasury," said Jack.
"It was the only place I could think of your Majesty," added the Soldier, fearing he had made a blunder.
"It pleases me very much," said the Scarecrow. "Has the animal been fed?"
"Oh, yes; I gave him a heaping peck of sawdust."
"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "Bring the horse here at once."
The Soldier hastened away, and presently they heard the clattering of the horse's wooden legs upon the
pavement as he was led into the courtyard.
His Majesty regarded the steed critically. "He doesn't seem especially graceful!" he remarked, musingly. "but
I suppose he can run?"
"He can, indeed," said Tip, gazing upon the SawHorse admiringly.
"Then, bearing us upon his back, he must make a dash through the ranks of the rebels and carry us to my
friend the Tin Woodman," announced the Scarecrow.
"He can't carry four!" objected Tip.
"No, but he may be induced to carry three," said his Majesty. "I shall therefore leave my Royal Army Behind.
For, from the ease with which he was conquered, I have little confidence in his powers."
"Still, he can run," declared Tip, laughing.
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"I expected this blow" said the Soldier, sulkily; "but I can bear it. I shall disguise myself by cutting off my
lovely green whiskers. And, after all, it is no more dangerous to face those reckless girls than to ride this
fiery, untamed wooden horse!"
"Perhaps you are right," observed his Majesty. "But, for my part, not being a soldier, I am fond of danger.
Now, my boy, you must mount first. And please sit as close to the horse's neck as possible."
Tip climbed quickly to his place, and the Soldier and the Scarecrow managed to hoist the Pumpkinhead to a
seat just behind him. There remained so little space for the King that he was liable to fall off as soon as the
horse started.
"Fetch a clothesline," said the King to his Army, "and tie us all together. Then if one falls off we will all fall
off."
And while the Soldier was gone for the clothesline his Majesty continued, "it is well for me to be careful, for
my very existence is in danger."
"I have to be as careful as you do," said Jack.
"Not exactly," replied the Scarecrow. "for if anything happened to me, that would be the end of me. But if
anything happened to you, they could use you for seed."
The Soldier now returned with a long line and tied all three firmly together, also lashing them to the body of
the SawHorse; so there seemed little danger of their tumbling off.
"Now throw open the gates," commanded the Scarecrow, "and we will make a dash to liberty or to death."
The courtyard in which they were standing was located in the center of the great palace, which surrounded it
on all sides. But in one place a passage led to an outer gateway, which the Soldier had barred by order of his
sovereign. It was through this gateway his Majesty proposed to escape, and the Royal Army now led the
SawHorse along the passage and unbarred the gate, which swung backward with a loud crash.
"Now," said Tip to the horse, "you must save us all. Run as fast as you can for the gate of the City, and don't
let anything stop you."
"All right!" answered the SawHorse, gruffly, and dashed away so suddenly that Tip had to gasp
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"WE WILL MAKE A DASH TO LIBERTY OR TO DEATH."
for breath and hold firmly to the post he had driven into the creature's neck.
Several of the girls, who stood outside guarding the palace, were knocked over by the SawHorse's mad rush.
Others ran screaming out of the way, and only one or two jabbed their knittingneedles frantically at the
escaping prisoners. Tip got one small prick in his left arm, which smarted for an hour afterward; but the
needles had no effect upon the Scarecrow or Jack Pumpkinhead, who never even suspected they were being
prodded.
As for the SawHorse, he made a wonderful record upsetting a fruit cart, overturning several meek looking
men, and finally bowling over the new Guardian of the Gate a fussy little fat woman appointed by General
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Jinjur.
Nor did the impetuous charger stop then. Once outside the walls of the Emerald City he dashed along the
road to the West with fast and violent leaps that shook the breath out of the boy and filled the Scarecrow with
wonder.
Jack had ridden at this mad rate once before, so he devoted every effort to holding, with both hands, his
pumpkin head upon its stick, enduring meantime the dreadful jolting with the courage of a philosopher.
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"Slow him up! Slow him up!" shouted the Scarecrow. "My straw is all shaking down into my legs."
But Tip had no breath to speak, so the SawHorse continued his wild career unchecked and with unabated
speed.
Presently they came to the banks of a wide river, and without a pause the wooden steed gave one final leap
and launched them all in midair.
A second later they were rolling, splashing and bobbing about in the water, the horse struggling frantically to
find a rest for its feet and its riders being first plunged beneath the rapid current and then floating upon the
surface like corks.
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Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of his body. But he managed to lean forward and
shout in the ear of the SawHorse:
"Keep still, you fool! Keep still!"
The horse at once ceased struggling and floated calmly upon the surface, its wooden body being as buoyant
as a raft.
"What does that word 'fool' mean?" enquired the horse.
"It is a term of reproach," answered Tip, somewhat ashamed of the expression. "I only use it when I am
angry."
"Then it pleases me to be able to call you a fool, in return," said the horse. "For I did not make
the river, nor put it in our way; so only a term of, reproach is fit for one who becomes angry with me for
falling into the water."
"That is quite evident," replied Tip; "so I will acknowledge myself in the wrong." Then he called out to the
Pumpkinhead: "are you all right, Jack?"
There was no reply. So the boy called to the King "are you all right, your majesty?"
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The Scarecrow groaned.
"I'm all wrong, somehow," he said, in a weak voice. "How very wet this water is!"
Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that he could not turn his head to look at his companions; so he said to
the SawHorse:
"Paddle with your legs toward the shore."
The horse obeyed, and although their progress was slow they finally reached the opposite river bank at a
place where it was low enough to enable the creature to scramble upon dry land.
With some difficulty the boy managed to get his knife out of his pocket and cut the cords that bound the
riders to one another and to the wooden horse. He heard the Scarecrow fall to the ground with a mushy
sound, and then he himself quickly dismounted and looked at his friend Jack.
The wooden body, with its gorgeous clothing,
still sat upright upon the horse's back; but the pumpkin head was gone, and only the sharpened stick that
served for a neck was visible. As for the Scarecrow, the straw in his body had shaken down with the jolting
and packed itself into his legs and the lower part of his body which appeared very plump and round while
his upper half seemed like an empty sack. Upon his head the Scarecrow still wore the heavy crown, which
had been sewed on to prevent his losing it; but the head was now so damp and limp that the weight of the
gold and jewels sagged forward and crushed the painted face into a mass of wrinkles that made him look
exactly like a Japanese pug dog.
Tip would have laughed had he not been so anxious about his man Jack. But the Scarecrow, however
damaged, was all there, while the pumpkin head that was so necessary to Jack's existence was missing; so the
boy seized a long pole that fortunately lay near at hand and anxiously turned again toward the river.
Far out upon the waters he sighted the golden hue of the pumpkin, which gently bobbed up and down with
the motion of the waves. At that moment it was quite out of Tip's reach, but after a time it floated nearer and
still nearer until the boy
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was able to reach it with his pole and draw it to the shore. Then he brought it to the top of the bank, carefully
wiped the water from its pumpkin face with his handkerchief, and ran with it to Jack and replaced the head
upon the man's neck.
"Dear me!" were Jack's first words. "What a dreadful experience! I wonder if water is liable to spoil
pumpkins?"
Tip did not think a reply was necessary, for he knew that the Scarecrow also stood in need of his help. So he
carefully removed the straw from the King's body and legs, and spread it out in the sun to dry. The wet
clothing he hung over the body of the SawHorse.
"If water spoils pumpkins," observed Jack, with a deep sigh, "then my days are numbered."
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"I've never noticed that water spoils pumpkins," returned Tip; "unless the water happens to be boiling. If your
head isn't cracked, my friend, you must be in fairly good condition."
"Oh, my head isn't cracked in the least," declared Jack, more cheerfully.
"Then don't worry," retorted the boy. "Care once killed a cat."
"Then," said Jack, seriously, "I am very glad indeed that I am not a cat."
The sun was fast drying their clothing, and Tip stirred up his Majesty's straw so that the warm rays might
absorb the moisture and make it as crisp and dry as ever. When this had been accomplished he stuffed the
Scarecrow into symmetrical shape and smoothed out his face so that he wore his usual gay and charming
expression.
"Thank you very much," said the monarch, brightly, as he walked about and found himself to be well
balanced. "There are several distinct advantages in being a Scarecrow. For if one has friends near at hand to
repair damages, nothing very serious can happen to you."
"I wonder if hot sunshine is liable to crack pumpkins," said Jack, with an anxious ring in his voice.
"Not at all not at all!" replied the Scarecrow, gaily." All you need fear, my boy, is old age. When your
golden youth has decayed we shall quickly part company but you needn't look forward to it; we'll discover
the fact ourselves, and notify you. But come! Let us resume our journey. I am anxious to greet my friend the
Tin Woodman."
So they remounted the SawHorse, Tip holding to the post, the Pumpkinhead clinging to Tip, and the
Scarecrow with both arms around the wooden form of Jack.
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"Go slowly, for now there is no danger of pursuit," said Tip to his steed.
"All right!" responded the creature, in a voice rather gruff.
"Aren't you a little hoarse?" asked the Pumpkinhead politely.
The SawHorse gave an angry prance and rolled one knotty eye backward toward Tip.
"See here," he growled, "can't you protect me from insult?"
"To be sure!" answered Tip, soothingly. "I am sure Jack meant no harm. And it will not do for us to quarrel,
you know; we must all remain good friends."
"I'll have nothing more to do with that Pumpkinhead," declared the Saw Horse, viciously. "he loses his head
too easily to suit me."
There seemed no fitting reply to this speech, so for a time they rode along in silence.
After a while the Scarecrow remarked:
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"This reminds me of old times. It was upon this grassy knoll that I once saved Dorothy from the Stinging
Bees of the Wicked Witch of the West."
"Do Stinging Bees injure pumpkins?" asked Jack, glancing around fearfully.
"They are all dead, so it doesn't matter," replied
the Scarecrow." And here is where Nick Chopper destroyed the Wicked Witch's Grey Wolves."
"Who was Nick Chopper?" asked Tip.
"That is the name of my friend the Tin Woodman, answered his Majesty. And here is where the Winged
Monkeys captured and bound us, and flew away with little Dorothy," he continued, after they had traveled a
little way farther.
"Do Winged Monkeys ever eat pumpkins?" asked Jack, with a shiver of fear.
"I do not know; but you have little cause to, worry, for the Winged Monkeys are now the slaves of Glinda the
Good, who owns the Golden Cap that commands their services," said the Scarecrow, reflectively.
Then the stuffed monarch became lost in thought recalling the days of past adventures. And the SawHorse
rocked and rolled over the flowerstrewn fields and carried its riders swiftly upon their way.
* * * * * * * * *
Twilight fell, bye and bye, and then the dark shadows of night. So Tip stopped the horse and they all
proceeded to dismount.
"I'm tired out," said the boy, yawning wearily; "and the grass is soft and cool. Let us lie down here and sleep
until morning."
"I can't sleep," said Jack.
"I never do," said the Scarecrow.
"I do not even know what sleep is," said the SawHorse.
"Still, we must have consideration for this poor boy, who is made of flesh and blood and bone, and gets
tired," suggested the Scarecrow, in his usual thoughtful manner. "I remember it was the same way with little
Dorothy. We always had to sit through the night while she slept."
"I'm sorry," said Tip, meekly, "but I can't help it. And I'm dreadfully hungry, too!"
"Here is a new danger!" remarked Jack, gloomily. "I hope you are not fond of eating pumpkins."
"Not unless they're stewed and made into pies," answered the boy, laughing. "So have no fears of me, friend
Jack."
"What a coward that Pumpkinhead is!" said the SawHorse, scornfully.
"You might be a coward yourself, if you knew you were liable to spoil!" retorted Jack, angrily.
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"There! there!" interrupted the Scarecrow; "don't let us quarrel. We all have our weaknesses, dear friends;
so we must strive to be considerate of one another. And since this poor boy is hungry and has nothing
whatever to eat, let us all remain
quiet and allow him to sleep; for it is said that in sleep a mortal may forget even hunger."
"Thank you!" exclaimed Tip, gratefully. "Your Majesty is fully as good as you are wise and that is saying
a good deal!"
He then stretched himself upon the grass and, using the stuffed form of the Scarecrow for a pillow, was
presently fast asleep.
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Tip awoke soon after dawn, but the Scarecrow had already risen and plucked, with his clumsy fingers, a
doublehandful of ripe berries from some bushes near by. These the boy ate greedily, finding them an ample
breakfast, and afterward the little party resumed its Journey.
After an hour's ride they reached the summit of a hill from whence they espied the City of the Winkies and
noted the tall domes of the Emperor's palace rising from the clusters of more modest dwellings.
The Scarecrow became greatly animated at this sight, and exclaimed:
"How delighted I shall be to see my old friend the Tin Woodman again! I hope that he rules his people more
successfully than I have ruled mine!"
Is the Tin Woodman the Emperor of the Winkies?" asked the horse.
"Yes, indeed. They invited him to rule over
them soon after the Wicked Witch was destroyed; and as Nick Chopper has the best heart in all the world I
am sure he has proved an excellent and able emperor."
"I thought that 'Emperor' was the title of a person who rules an empire," said Tip, "and the Country of the
Winkies is only a Kingdom."
"Don't mention that to the Tin Woodman!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, earnestly. "You would hurt his feelings
terribly. He is a proud man, as he has every reason to be, and it pleases him to be termed Emperor rather than
King."
"I'm sure it makes no difference to me," replied the boy.
The SawHorse now ambled forward at a pace so fast that its riders had hard work to stick upon its back; so
there was little further conversation until they drew up beside the palace steps.
An aged Winkie, dressed in a uniform of silver cloth, came forward to assist them to alight. Said the
Scarecrow to his personage:
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"Show us at once to your master, the Emperor."
The man looked from one to another of the party in an embarrassed way, and finally answered:
"I fear I must ask you to wait for a time. The Emperor is not receiving this morning."
"How is that?" enquired the Scarecrow, anxiously." I hope nothing has happened to him."
"Oh, no; nothing serious," returned the man. "But this is his Majesty's day for being polished; and just now
his august presence is thickly smeared with putzpomade."
"Oh, I see!" cried the Scarecrow, greatly reassured. "My friend was ever inclined to be a dandy, and I suppose
he is now more proud than ever of his personal appearance."
"He is, indeed," said the man, with a polite bow. "Our mighty Emperor has lately caused himself to be
nickelplated."
"Good Gracious!" the Scarecrow exclaimed at hearing this. "If his wit bears the same polish, how sparkling it
must be! But show us in I'm sure the Emperor will receive us, even in his present state"
"The Emperor's state is always magnificent," said the man. "But I will venture to tell him of your arrival, and
will receive his commands concerning you."
So the party followed the servant into a splendid anteroom, and the Saw Horse ambled awkwardly after
them, having no knowledge that a horse might be expected to remain outside.
The travelers were at first somewhat awed by their surroundings, and even the Scarecrow seemed impressed
as he examined the rich hangings of silver cloth caught up into knots and fastened with tiny silver axes. Upon
a handsome centertable stood a large silver oilcan, richly engraved with scenes from the past adventures of
the Tin Woodman, Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow: the lines of the engraving being traced
upon the silver in yellow gold. On the walls hung several portraits, that of the Scarecrow seeming to be the
most prominent and carefully executed, while a the large painting of the famous Wizard of Oz, in act of
presenting the Tin Woodman with a heart, covered almost one entire end of the room.
While the visitors gazed at these things in silent admiration they suddenly heard a loud voice in the next room
exclaim:
"Well! well! well! What a great surprise!"
And then the door burst open and Nick Chopper rushed into their midst and caught the Scarecrow in a close
and loving embrace that creased him into many folds and wrinkles.
"My dear old friend! My noble comrade!" cried the Tin Woodman, joyfully. "how delighted!," I am to meet
you once again.
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And then he released the Scarecrow and held him at arms' length while he surveyed the beloved, painted
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But, alas! the face of the Scarecrow and many portions of his body bore great blotches of putzpomade; for
the Tin Woodman, in his eagerness to welcome his friend, had quite forgotten the condition of his toilet and
had rubbed the thick coating of paste from his own body to that of his comrade.
"Dear me!" said the Scarecrow dolefully. "What a mess I'm in!"
"Never mind, my friend," returned the Tin Woodman," I'll send you to my Imperial Laundry, and you'll come
out as good as new."
"Won't I be mangled?" asked the Scarecrow.
"No, indeed!" was the reply. "But tell me, how came your Majesty here? and who are your companions?"
The Scarecrow, with great politeness, introduced Tip and Jack Pumpkinhead, and the latter personage seemed
to interest the Tin Woodman greatly.
"You are not very substantial, I must admit," said the Emperor. "but you are certainly unusual, and therefore
worthy to become a member of our select society."
"I thank your Majesty, said Jack, humbly.
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"I hope you are enjoying good health?" continued the Woodman.
"At present, yes;" replied the Pumpkinhead, with a sigh; "but I am in constant terror of the day when I shall
spoil."
"Nonsense!" said the Emperor but in a kindly, sympathetic tone. "Do not, I beg of you, dampen today's
sun with the showers of tomorrow. For before your head has time to spoil you can have it canned, and in that
way it may be preserved indefinitely."
Tip, during this conversation, was looking at the Woodman with undisguised amazement, and noticed that the
celebrated Emperor of the Winkies was composed entirely of pieces of tin, neatly soldered
and riveted together into the form of a man. He rattled and clanked a little, as he moved, but in the main he
seemed to be most cleverly constructed, and his appearance was only marred by the thick coating of
polishingpaste that covered him from head to foot.
The boy's intent gaze caused the Tin Woodman to remember that he was not in the most presentable
condition, so he begged his friends to excuse him while he retired to his private apartment and allowed his
servants to polish him. This was accomplished in a short time, and when the emperor returned his
nickelplated body shone so magnificently that the Scarecrow heartily congratulated him on his improved
appearance.
"That nickelplate was, I confess, a happy thought," said Nick; "and it was the more necessary because I had
become somewhat scratched during my adventurous experiences. You will observe this engraved star upon
my left breast. It not only indicates where my excellent heart lies, but covers very neatly the patch made by
the Wonderful Wizard when he placed that valued organ in my breast with his own skillful hands."
"Is your heart, then, a handorgan?" asked the Pumpkinhead, curiously.
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"By no means," responded the emperor, with dignity. "It is, I am convinced, a strictly orthodox heart,
although somewhat larger and warmer than most people possess."
Then he turned to the Scarecrow and asked:
"Are your subjects happy and contented, my dear friend?"
"I cannot, say" was the reply. "for the girls of Oz have risen in revolt and driven me out of the emerald City."
"Great Goodness!" cried the Tin Woodman, "What a calamity! They surely do not complain of your wise and
gracious rule?"
"No; but they say it is a poor rule that don't work both ways," answered the Scarecrow; "and these females
are also of the opinion that men have ruled the land long enough. So they have captured my city, robbed the
treasury of all its jewels, and are running things to suit themselves."
"Dear me! What an extraordinary idea!" cried the Emperor, who was both shocked and surprised.
"And I heard some of them say," said Tip, "that they intend to march here and capture the castle and city of
the Tin Woodman."
"Ah! we must not give them time to do that," said the Emperor, quickly; "we will go at once and
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recapture the Emerald City and place the Scarecrow again upon his throne."
"I was sure you would help me," remarked the Scarecrow in a pleased voice. "How large an army can you
assemble?"
"We do not need an army," replied the Woodman. "We four, with the aid of my gleaming axe, are enough to
strike terror into the hearts of the rebels."
"We five," corrected the Pumpkinhead.
"Five?" repeated the Tin Woodman.
"Yes; the SawHorse is brave and fearless," answered Jack, forgetting his recent quarrel with the quadruped.
The Tin Woodman looked around him in a puzzled way, for the SawHorse had until now remained quietly
standing in a corner, where the Emperor had not noticed him. Tip immediately called the oddlooking
creature to them, and it approached so awkwardly that it nearly upset the beautiful centertable and the
engraved oilcan.
"I begin to think," remarked the Tin Woodman as he looked earnestly at the SawHorse, "that wonders will
never cease! How came this creature alive?"
"I did it with a magic powder," modestly asserted the boy. "and the Saw Horse has been very useful to us."
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"He enabled us to escape the rebels," added the Scarecrow.
"Then we must surely accept him as a comrade," declared the emperor. "A live SawHorse is a distinct
novelty, and should prove an interesting study. Does he know anything?"
"Well, I cannot claim any great experience in life," the SawHorse answered for himself. "but I seem to learn
very quickly, and often it occurs to me that I know more than any of those around me."
"Perhaps you do," said the emperor; "for experience does not always mean wisdom. But time is precious Just
now, so let us quickly make preparations to start upon our Journey.
The emperor called his Lord High Chancellor and instructed him how to run the kingdom during his absence.
Meanwhile the Scarecrow was taken apart and the painted sack that served him for a head was carefully
laundered and restuffed with the brains originally given him by the great Wizard. His clothes were also
cleaned and pressed by the Imperial tailors, and his crown polished and again sewed upon his head, for the
Tin Woodman insisted he should not renounce this badge of royalty. The Scarecrow now presented a very
respectable appearance, and although in no way addicted to vanity he
was quite pleased with himself and strutted a trifle as he walked. While this was being done Tip mended the
wooden limbs of Jack Pumpkinhead and made them stronger than before, and the SawHorse was also
inspected to see if he was in good working order.
Then bright and early the next morning they set out upon the return Journey to the emerald City, the Tin
Woodman bearing upon his shoulder a gleaming axe and leading the way, while the Pumpkinhead rode upon
the SawHorse and Tip and the Scarecrow walked upon either side to make sure that he didn't fall off or
become damaged.
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Now, General Jinjur who, you will remember, commanded the Army of Revolt was rendered very
uneasy by the escape of the Scarecrow from the Emerald City. She feared, and with good reason, that if his
Majesty and the Tin Woodman Joined forces, it would mean danger to her and her entire army; for the people
of Oz had not yet forgotten the deeds of these famous heroes, who had passed successfully through so many
startling adventures.
So Jinjur sent posthaste for old Mombi, the witch, and promised her large rewards if she would come to the
assistance of the rebel army.
Mombi was furious at the trick Tip had played upon her as well as at his escape and the theft of the precious
Powder of Life; so she needed no urging
to induce her to travel to the Emerald City to assist Jinjur in defeating the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman,
who had made Tip one of their friends.
Mombi had no sooner arrived at the royal palace than she discovered, by means of her secret magic, that the
adventurers were starting upon their Journey to the Emerald City; so she retired to a small room high up in a
tower and locked herself in while she practised such arts as she could command to prevent the return of the
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Scarecrow and his companions.
That was why the Tin Woodman presently stopped and said:
"Something very curious has happened. I ought to know by heart and every step of this Journey, yet I fear we
have already lost our way."
"That is quite impossible!" protested the Scarecrow. "Why do you think, my dear friend, that we have gone
astray?"
"Why, here before us is a great field of sunflowers and I never saw this field before in all my life."
At these words they all looked around, only to find that they were indeed surrounded by a field of tall stalks,
every stalk bearing at its top a gigantic sunflower. And not only were these flowers almost
blinding in their vivid hues of red and gold, but each one whirled around upon its stalk like a miniature
windmill, completely dazzling the vision of the beholders and so mystifying them that they knew not which
way to turn.
"It's witchcraft!" exclaimed Tip.
While they paused, hesitating and wondering, the Tin Woodman uttered a cry of impatience and advanced
with swinging axe to cut down the stalks before him. But now the sunflowers suddenly stopped their rapid
whirling, and the travelers plainly saw a girl's face appear in the center of each flower. These lovely faces
looked upon the astonished band with mocking smiles, and then burst into a chorus of merry laughter at the
dismay their appearance caused.
"Stop! stop!" cried Tip, seizing the Woodman's arm; "they're alive! they're girls!"
At that moment the flowers began whirling again, and the faces faded away and were lost in the rapid
revolutions.
The Tin Woodman dropped his axe and sat down upon the ground.
"It would be heartless to chop down those pretty creatures," said he, despondently. "and yet I do not know
how else we can proceed upon our way"
"They looked to me strangely like the faces of
the Army of Revolt," mused the Scarecrow. "But I cannot conceive how the girls could have followed us here
so quickly."
"I believe it's magic," said Tip, positively, "and that someone is playing a trick upon us. I've known old
Mombi do things like that before. Probably it's nothing more than an illusion, and there are no sunflowers
here at all."
"Then let us shut our eyes and walk forward," suggested the Woodman.
"Excuse me," replied the Scarecrow. "My eyes are not painted to shut. Because you happen to have tin
eyelids, you must not imagine we are all built in the same way."
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"And the eyes of the SawHorse are knot eyes," said Jack, leaning forward to examine them.
"Nevertheless, you must ride quickly forward," commanded Tip, "and we will follow after you and so try to
escape. My eyes are already so dazzled that I can scarcely see."
So the Pumpkinhead rode boldly forward, and Tip grasped the stub tail of the SawHorse and followed with
closed eyes. The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman brought up the rear, and before they had gone many yards
a Joyful shout from Jack announced that the way was clear before them.
Then all paused to look backward, but not a trace of the field of sunflowers remained.
More cheerfully, now they proceeded upon their Journey; but old Mombi had so changed the appearance of
the landscape that they would surely have been lost had not the Scarecrow wisely concluded to take their
direction from the sun. For no witchcraft could change the course of the sun, and it was therefore a safe
guide.
However, other difficulties lay before them. The SawHorse stepped into a rabbit hole and fell to the ground.
The Pumpkinhead was pitched high into the air, and his history would probably have ended at that exact
moment had not the Tin Woodman skillfully caught the pumpkin as it descended and saved it from injury.
Tip soon had it fitted to the neck again and replaced Jack upon his feet. But the SawHorse did not escape so
easily. For when his leg was pulled from the rabbit hole it was found to be broken short off, and must be
replaced or repaired before he could go a step farther.
"This is quite serious," said the Tin Woodman." If there were trees near by I might soon manufacture another
leg for this animal; but I cannot see even a shrub for miles around."
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"And there are neither fences nor houses in this part of the land of Oz," added the Scarecrow, disconsolately.
"Then what shall we do?" enquired the boy.
"I suppose I must start my brains working," replied his Majesty the Scarecrow; "for experience has, taught me
that I can do anything if I but take time to think it out."
"Let us all think," said Tip; "and perhaps we shall find a way to repair the SawHorse."
So they sat in a row upon the grass and began to think, while the SawHorse occupied itself by gazing
curiously upon its broken limb.
"Does it hurt?" asked the Tin Woodman, in a soft, sympathetic voice.
"Not in the least," returned the SawHorse; "but my pride is injured to find that my anatomy is so brittle."
For a time the little group remained in silent thought. Presently the Tin Woodman raised his head and looked
over the fields.
"What sort of creature is that which approaches us?" he asked, wonderingly.
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The others followed his gaze, and discovered coming toward them the most extraordinary object they had
ever beheld. It advanced quickly and
noiselessly over the soft grass and in a few minutes stood before the adventurers and regarded them with an
astonishment equal to their own.
The Scarecrow was calm under all circumstances.
"Good morning!" he said, politely.
The stranger removed his hat with a flourish, bowed very low, and then responded:
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"Good morning, one and all. I hope you are, as an aggregation, enjoying excellent health. Permit me to
present my card."
With this courteous speech it extended a card toward the Scarecrow, who accepted it, turned it over and over,
and handed it with a shake of his head to Tip.
The boy read aloud:
"MR. H. M. WOGGLEBUG, T. E."
"Dear me!" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently.
"How very peculiar!" said the Tin Woodman.
Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the SawHorse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.
"Are you really a WoggleBug?" enquired the Scarecrow.
"Most certainly, my dear sir!" answered the stranger, briskly. "Is not my name upon the card?"
"It is," said the Scarecrow. "But may I ask what 'H. M.' stands for?"
"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the WoggleBug, proudly.
"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?"
"Sir," said the WoggleBug, "I take you for a gentleman of judgment and discernment. Does it not occur to
you that I am several thousand times greater than any WoggleBug you ever saw before? Therefore it is
plainly evident that I am Highly Magnified, and there is no good reason why you should doubt the fact."
"Pardon me," returned the Scarecrow. "My brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered. Would it be
improper for me to ask, also, what the 'T.E.' at the end of your name stands for?"
"Those letters express my degree," answered the WoggleBug, with a condescending smile. "To be more
explicit, the initials mean that I am Thoroughly Educated."
"Oh!" said the Scarecrow, much relieved.
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Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful personage. What he saw was a great, round, buglike body
supported upon two slender legs which ended in delicate feet the toes curling upward. The body of the
WoggleBug was rather flat, and judging from what could be seen of it was of a glistening dark brown color
upon the back, while the front was striped with alternate bands of light brown and white, blending together at
the edges. Its arms were fully as slender as its legs, and upon a rather long neck was perched its head not
unlike the head of a man, except that its nose ended in a curling antenna, or "feeler," and its ears from the
upper points bore antennae that decorated the sides of its head like two miniature, curling pig tails. It must be
admitted that the round, black eyes were rather bulging in appearance; but the expression upon the
WoggleBug's face was by no means unpleasant.
For dress the insect wore a darkblue swallowtail coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in the
buttonhole; a vest of white duck that stretched
tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of fawncolored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles;
and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat.
Standing upright before our amazed friends the WoggleBug appeared to be fully as tall as the Tin
Woodman; and surely no bug in all the Land of Oz had ever before attained so enormous a size.
"I confess," said the Scarecrow, "that your abrupt appearance has caused me surprise, and no doubt has
startled my companions. I hope, however, that this circumstance will not distress you. We shall probably get
used to you in time."
"Do not apologize, I beg of you!" returned the WoggleBug, earnestly. "It affords me great pleasure to
surprise people; for surely I cannot be classed with ordinary insects and am entitled to both curiosity and
admiration from those I meet."
"You are, indeed," agreed his Majesty.
"If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate
my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual may I say remarkable?
appearance."
"You may say what you please," answered the Tin Woodman, briefly.
So the WoggleBug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of wanderers, and told them the
following story:
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"It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recital that I was born an ordinary
WoggleBug," began the creature, in a frank and friendly tone. "Knowing no better, I used my arms as well
as my legs for walking, and crawled under the edges of stones or hid among the roots of grasses with no
thought beyond finding a few insects smaller than myself to feed upon.
"The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no clothing, but each morning the warm rays of
the sun gave me new life and restored me to activity. A horrible existence is this, but you must remember it is
the regular ordained existence of WoggleBugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures that inhabit the earth.
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"But Destiny had singled me out, humble though I was, for a grander fate! One day I crawled near
to a country school house, and my curiosity being excited by the monotonous hum of the students within, I
made bold to enter and creep along a crack between two boards until I reached the far end, where, in front of
a hearth of glowing embers, sat the master at his desk.
"No one noticed so small a creature as a WoggleBug, and when I found that the hearth was even warmer
and more comfortable than the sunshine, I resolved to establish my future home beside it. So I found a
charming nest between two bricks and hid myself therein for many, many months.
"Professor Nowitall is, doubtless, the most famous scholar in the land of Oz, and after a few days I began to
listen to the lectures and discourses he gave his pupils. Not one of them was more attentive than the humble,
unnoticed WoggleBug, and I acquired in this way a fund of knowledge that I will myself confess is simply
marvelous. That is why I place 'T.E.' Thoroughly Educated upon my cards; for my greatest pride lies in the
fact that the world cannot produce another WoggleBug with a tenth part of my own culture and erudition."
"I do not blame you," said the Scarecrow. "Education is a thing to be proud of. I'm educated myself. The
mess of brains given me by the Great
Wizard is considered by my friends to be unexcelled."
"Nevertheless," interrupted the Tin Woodman, "a good heart is, I believe, much more desirable than
education or brains."
"To me," said the SawHorse, "a good leg is more desirable than either."
"Could seeds be considered in the light of brains?" enquired the Pumpkinhead, abruptly.
"Keep quiet!" commanded Tip, sternly.
"Very well, dear father," answered the obedient Jack.
The WoggleBug listened patiently even respectfully to these remarks, and then resumed his story.
"I must have lived fully three years in that secluded schoolhouse hearth," said he, "drinking thirstily of the
everflowing fount of limpid knowledge before me."
"Quite poetical," commented the Scarecrow, nodding his head approvingly.
"But one, day" continued the Bug, "a marvelous circumstance occurred that altered my very existence and
brought me to my present pinnacle of greatness. The
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Professor discovered me in the act of crawling across the hearth, and before I could escape he had caught me
between his thumb and forefinger.
"'My dear children,' said he, 'I have captured a WoggleBug a very rare and interesting specimen. Do any
of you know what a WoggleBug is?'
"'No!' yelled the scholars, in chorus.
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"'Then,' said the Professor, 'I will get out my famous magnifyingglass and throw the insect upon a screen in
a highlymagnified condition, that you may all study carefully its peculiar construction and become
acquainted with its habits and manner of life.'
"He then brought from a cupboard a most curious instrument, and before I could realize what had happened I
found myself thrown upon a screen in a highlymagnified state even as you now behold me.
"The students stood up on their stools and craned their heads forward to get a better view of me, and two little
girls jumped upon the sill of an open window where they could see more plainly.
"'Behold!' cried the Professor, in a loud voice, 'this highlymagnified WoggleBug; one of the most curious
insects in existence!'
"Being Thoroughly Educated, and knowing what is required of a cultured gentleman, at this juncture I stood
upright and, placing my hand upon my
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bosom, made a very polite bow. My action, being unexpected, must have startled them, for one of the little
girls perched upon the windowsill gave a scream and fell backward out the window, drawing her companion
with her as she disappeared.
"The Professor uttered a cry of horror and rushed away through the door to see if the poor children were
injured by the fall. The scholars followed after him in a wild mob, and I was left alone in the schoolroom,
still in a HighlyMagnified state and free to do as I pleased.
"It immediately occurred to me that this was a good opportunity to escape. I was proud of my great size, and
realized that now I could safely travel anywhere in the world, while my superior culture would make me a fit
associate for the most learned person I might chance to meet.
"So, while the Professor picked the little girls who were more frightened than hurt off the ground, and
the pupils clustered around him closely grouped, I calmly walked out of the schoolhouse, turned a corner,
and escaped unnoticed to a grove of trees that stood near"
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, admiringly.
"It was, indeed," agreed the WoggleBug. "I
have never ceased to congratulate myself for escaping while I was Highly Magnified; for even my excess
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ive knowledge would have proved of little use to me had I remained a tiny, insignificant insect."
"I didn't know before," said Tip, looking at the
WoggleBug with a puzzled expression, "that insects wore clothes."
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"Nor do they, in their natural state," returned the stranger. "But in the course of my wanderings I had the good
fortune to save the ninth life of a tailor tailors having, like cats, nine lives, as you probably know. The
fellow was exceedingly grateful, for had he lost that ninth life it would have been the end of him; so he
begged permission to furnish me with the stylish costume I now wear. It fits very nicely, does it not?" and the
WoggleBug stood up and turned himself around slowly, that all might examine his person.
"He must have been a good tailor," said the Scarecrow, somewhat enviously.
"He was a goodhearted tailor, at any rate," observed Nick Chopper.
"But where were you going, when you met us?" Tip asked the WoggleBug.
"Nowhere in particular," was the reply, "although it is my intention soon to visit the Emerald City and
arrange to give a course of lectures to select audiences on the 'Advantages of Magnification.'"
"We are bound for the Emerald City now," said the Tin Woodman; "so, if it pleases you to do so, you are
welcome to travel in our company."
The WoggleBug bowed with profound grace.
"It will give me great pleasure," said he "to accept your kind invitation; for nowhere in the Land of Oz could I
hope to meet with so congenial a company."
"That is true," acknowledged the Pumpkinhead. "We are quite as congenial as flies and honey."
"But pardon me if I seem inquisitive are you not all rather ahem! rather unusual?" asked the
WoggleBug, looking from one to another with unconcealed interest.
"Not more so than yourself," answered the Scarecrow. "Everything in life is unusual until you get accustomed
to it."
"What rare philosophy!" exclaimed the WoggleBug, admiringly.
"Yes; my brains are working well today," admitted the Scarecrow, an accent of pride in his voice.
"Then, if you are sufficiently rested and refreshed, let us bend our steps toward the Emerald City," suggested
the magnified one.
"We can't," said Tip. "The SawHorse has broken a leg, so he can't bend his steps. And there is no wood
around to make him a new limb from. And we can't leave the horse behind because the Pumpkinhead is so
stiff in his Joints that he has to ride."
"How very unfortunate!" cried the WoggleBug. Then he looked the party over carefully and said:
"If the Pumpkinhead is to ride, why not use one of his legs to make a leg for the horse that carries him? I
judge that both are made of wood."
"Now, that is what I call real cleverness," said the Scarecrow, approvingly. "I wonder my brains did not think
of that long ago! Get to work, my dear Nick, and fit the Pumpkinhead's leg to the SawHorse."
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Jack was not especially pleased with this idea; but he submitted to having his left leg amputated by the Tin
Woodman and whittled down to fit the left leg of the SawHorse. Nor was the SawHorse especially pleased
with the operation, either; for he growled a good deal about being "butchered," as he called it, and afterward
declared that the new leg was a disgrace to a respectable SawHorse.
"I beg you to be more careful in your speech," said the Pumpkinhead, sharply. "Remember, if you please, that
it is my leg you are abusing."
"I cannot forget it," retorted the SawHorse, "for it is quite as flimsy as the rest of your person."
"Flimsy! me flimsy!" cried Jack, in a rage. "How dare you call me flimsy?"
"Because you are built as absurdly as a jumping
jack," sneered the horse, rolling his knotty eyes in a vicious manner. "Even your head won't stay straight, and
you never can tell whether you are looking backwards or forwards!"
"Friends, I entreat you not to quarrel!" pleaded the Tin Woodman, anxiously." As a matter of fact, we are
none of us above criticism; so let us bear with each others' faults."
"An excellent suggestion," said the WoggleBug, approvingly. "You must have an excellent heart, my
metallic friend."
"I have," returned Nick, well pleased. "My heart is quite the best part of me. But now let us start upon our
Journey.
They perched the onelegged Pumpkinhead upon the SawHorse, and tied him to his seat with cords, so that
he could not possibly fall off.
And then, following the lead of the Scarecrow, they all advanced in the direction of the Emerald City.
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They soon discovered that the SawHorse limped, for his new leg was a trifle too long. So they were obliged
to halt while the Tin Woodman chopped it down with his axe, after which the wooden steed paced along
more comfortably. But the SawHorse was not entirely satisfied, even yet.
"It was a shame that I broke my other leg!" it growled.
"On the contrary," airily remarked the WoggleBug, who was walking alongside, "you should consider the
accident most fortunate. For a horse is never of much use until he has been broken."
"I beg your pardon," said Tip, rather provoked, for he felt a warm interest in both the SawHorse and his man
Jack; "but permit me to say that your joke is a poor one, and as old as it is poor."
"Still, it is a Joke," declared the WoggleBug; firmly, "and a Joke derived from a play upon words is
considered among educated people to be eminently proper."
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"What does that mean?" enquired the Pumpkinhead, stupidly.
"It means, my dear friend," explained the WoggleBug, "that our language contains many words having a
double meaning; and that to pronounce a joke that allows both meanings of a certain word, proves the joker a
person of culture and refinement, who has, moreover, a thorough command of the language."
"I don't believe that," said Tip, plainly; "anybody can make a pun."
"Not so," rejoined the WoggleBug, stiffly. "It requires education of a high order. Are you educated, young
sir?"
"Not especially," admitted Tip.
"Then you cannot judge the matter. I myself am Thoroughly Educated, and I say that puns display genius. For
instance, were I to ride upon this Saw Horse, he would not only be an animal he would become an equipage.
For he would then be a horseandbuggy."
At this the Scarecrow gave a gasp and the Tin
Woodman stopped short and looked reproachfully at the WoggleBug. At the same time the SawHorse
loudly snorted his derision; and even the Pumpkinhead put up his hand to hide the smile which, because it
was carved upon his face, he could not change to a frown.
But the WoggleBug strutted along as if he had made some brilliant remark, and the Scarecrow was obliged
to say:
"I have heard, my dear friend, that a person can become overeducated; and although I have a high respect
for brains, no matter how they may be arranged or classified, I begin to suspect that yours are slightly
tangled. In any event, I must beg you to restrain your superior education while in our society."
"We are not very particular," added the Tin Woodman; "and we are exceedingly kind hearted. But if your
superior culture gets leaky again " He did not complete the sentence, but he twirled his gleaming axe so
carelessly that the WoggleBug looked frightened, and shrank away to a safe distance.
The others marched on in silence, and the Highly Magnified one, after a period of deep thought, said in an
humble voice:
"I will endeavor to restrain myself."
"That is all we can expect," returned the Scarecrow pleasantly; and good nature being thus happily restored to
the party, they proceeded upon their way.
When they again stopped to allow Tip to rest the boy being the only one that seemed to tire the Tin
Woodman noticed many small, round holes in the grassy meadow.
"This must be a village of the Field Mice," he said to the Scarecrow." I wonder if my old friend, the Queen of
the Mice, is in this neighborhood."
"If she is, she may be of great service to us," answered the Scarecrow, who was impressed by a sudden
thought. "See if you can call her, my dear Nick."
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So the Tin Woodman blew a shrill note upon a silver whistle that hung around his neck, and presently a tiny
grey mouse popped from a nearby hole and advanced fearlessly toward them. For the Tin Woodman had
once saved her life, and the Queen of the Field Mice knew he was to be trusted."
"Good day, your Majesty, said Nick, politely addressing the mouse; "I trust you are enjoying good health?"
"Thank you, I am quite well," answered the Queen, demurely, as she sat up and displayed the tiny golden
crown upon her head. "Can I do anything to assist my old friends?"
"You can, indeed," replied the Scarecrow, eagerly. "Let me, I intreat you, take a dozen of your subjects with
me to the Emerald City."
"Will they be injured in any way?" asked the Queen, doubtfully.
"I think not," replied the Scarecrow. "I will carry them hidden in the straw which stuffs my body, and when I
give them the signal by unbuttoning my jacket, they have only to rush out and scamper home again as fast as
they can. By doing this they will assist me to regain my throne, which the Army of Revolt has taken from
me."
"In that case," said the Queen, "I will not refuse your request. Whenever you are ready, I will call twelve of
my most intelligent subjects."
"I am ready now" returned the Scarecrow. Then he lay flat upon the ground and unbuttoned his jacket,
displaying the mass of straw with which he was stuffed.
The Queen uttered a little piping call, and in an instant a dozen pretty field mice had emerged from their holes
and stood before their ruler, awaiting her orders.
What the Queen said to them none of our travelers could understand, for it was in the mouse language; but
the field mice obeyed without hesitation,
running one after the other to the Scarecrow and hiding themselves in the straw of his breast.
When all of the twelve mice had thus concealed themselves, the Scarecrow buttoned his Jacket securely and
then arose and thanked the Queen for her kindness.
"One thing more you might do to serve us," suggested the Tin Woodman; "and that is to run ahead and show
us the way to the Emerald City. For some enemy is evidently trying to prevent us from reaching it."
"I will do that gladly," returned the Queen. "Are you ready?"
The Tin Woodman looked at Tip.
"I'm rested," said the boy. "Let us start."
Then they resumed their journey, the little grey Queen of the Field Mice running swiftly ahead and then
pausing until the travelers drew near, when away she would dart again.
Without this unerring guide the Scarecrow and his comrades might never have gained the Emerald City; for
many were the obstacles thrown in their way by the arts of old Mombi. Yet not one of the obstacles really
existed all were cleverly contrived deceptions. For when they came to the banks of a rushing river that
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threatened to bar their way the
little Queen kept steadily on, passing through the seeming flood in safety; and our travelers followed her
without encountering a single drop of water.
Again, a high wall of granite towered high above their heads and opposed their advance. But the grey Field
Mouse walked straight through it, and the others did the same, the wall melting into mist as they passed it.
Afterward, when they had stopped for a moment to allow Tip to rest, they saw forty roads branching off from
their feet in forty different directions; and soon these forty roads began whirling around like a mighty wheel,
first in one direction and then in the other, completely bewildering their vision.
But the Queen called for them to follow her and darted off in a straight line; and when they had gone a few
paces the whirling pathways vanished and were seen no more.
Mombi's last trick was the most fearful of all. She sent a sheet of crackling flame rushing over the meadow to
consume them; and for the first time the Scarecrow became afraid and turned to fly.
"If that fire reaches me I will be gone in no time!" said he, trembling until his straw rattled. "It's the most
dangerous thing I ever encountered."
"I'm off, too!" cried the SawHorse, turning and
prancing with agitation; "for my wood is so dry it would burn like kindlings."
"Is fire dangerous to pumpkins?" asked Jack, fearfully.
"You'll be baked like a tart and so will I!"
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answered the WoggleBug, getting down on all fours so he could run the faster.
But the Tin Woodman, having no fear of fire, averted the stampede by a few sensible words.
"Look at the Field Mouse!" he shouted. "The fire does not burn her in the least. In fact, it is no fire at all, but
only a deception."
Indeed, to watch the little Queen march calmly through the advancing flames restored courage to every
member of the party, and they followed her without being even scorched.
"This is surely a most extraordinary adventure," said the WoggleBug, who was greatly amazed; "for it
upsets all the Natural Laws that I heard Professor Nowitall teach in the schoolhouse."
"Of course it does," said the Scarecrow, wisely. "All magic is unnatural, and for that reason is to be feared
and avoided. But I see before us the gates of the Emerald City, so I imagine we have now overcome all the
magical obstacles that seemed to oppose us."
Indeed, the walls of the City were plainly visible, and the Queen of the Field Mice, who had guided them so
faithfully, came near to bid them good bye.
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"We are very grateful to your Majesty for your kind assistance," said the Tin Woodman, bowing before the
pretty creature.
"I am always pleased to be of service to my friends," answered the Queen, and in a flash she had darted away
upon her journey home.
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Approaching the gateway of the Emerald City the travelers found it guarded by two girls of the Army of
Revolt, who opposed their entrance by drawing the knittingneedles from their hair and threatening to prod
the first that came near.
But the Tin Woodman was not afraid."
At the worst they can but scratch my beautiful nickelplate," he said. "But there will be no 'worst,' for I think
I can manage to frighten these absurd soldiers very easily. Follow me closely, all of you!"
Then, swinging his axe in a great circle to right and left before him, he advanced upon the gate, and the others
followed him without hesitation.
The girls, who had expected no resistance whatever, were terrified by the sweep of the glittering axe and fled
screaming into the city; so that our
travelers passed the gates in safety and marched down the green marble pavement of the wide street toward
the royal palace.
"At this rate we will soon have your Majesty upon the throne again," said the Tin Woodman, laughing at his
easy conquest of the guards.
"Thank you, friend Nick," returned the Scarecrow, gratefully. "Nothing can resist your kind heart and your
sharp axe."
As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that men were sweeping and dusting and
washing dishes, while the women sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing.
"What has happened?" the Scarecrow asked a sadlooking man with a bushy beard, who wore an apron and
was wheeling a babycarriage along the sidewalk.
"Why, we've had a revolution, your Majesty as you ought to know very well," replied the man; "and since
you went away the women have been running things to suit themselves. I'm glad you have decided to come
back and restore order, for doing housework and minding the children is wearing out the strength of every
man in the Emerald City."
"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "If it
is such hard work as you say, how did the women manage it so easily?"
"I really do not know" replied the man, with a deep sigh. "Perhaps the women are made of castiron."
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No movement was made, as they passed along the street, to oppose their progress. Several of the women
stopped their gossip long enough to cast curious looks upon our friends, but immediately they would turn
away with a laugh or a sneer and resume their chatter. And when they met with several girls belonging to the
Army of Revolt, those soldiers, instead of being alarmed or appearing surprised, merely stepped out of the
way and allowed them to advance without protest.
This action rendered the Scarecrow uneasy."
I'm afraid we are walking into a trap," said he.
"Nonsense!" returned Nick Chopper, confidently; "the silly creatures are conquered already!"
But the Scarecrow shook his head in a way that expressed doubt, and Tip said:
"It's too easy, altogether. Look out for trouble ahead."
"I will," returned his Majesty. Unopposed they reached the royal palace and marched up the marble steps,
which had once been
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thickly crusted with emeralds but were now filled with tiny holes where the jewels had been ruthlessly torn
from their settings by the Army of Revolt. And so far not a rebel barred their way.
Through the arched hallways and into the magnificent throne room marched the Tin Woodman and his
followers, and here, when the green silken curtains fell behind them, they saw a curious sight.
Seated within the glittering throne was General Jinjur, with the Scarecrow's secondbest crown upon her
head, and the royal sceptre in her right hand. A box of caramels, from which she was eating, rested in her lap,
and the girl seemed entirely at ease in her royal surroundings.
The Scarecrow stepped forward and confronted her, while the Tin Woodman leaned upon his axe and the
others formed a halfcircle back of his Majesty's person.
"How dare you sit in my throne?" demanded the Scarecrow, sternly eyeing the intruder. "Don't you know you
are guilty of treason, and that there is a law against treason?"
"The throne belongs to whoever is able to take it," answered Jinjur, as she slowly ate another caramel. "I have
taken it, as you see; so just now I am the Queen, and all who oppose me are guilty of
treason, and must be punished by the law you have just mentioned."
This view of the case puzzled the Scarecrow.
"How is it, friend Nick?" he asked, turning to the Tin Woodman.
"Why, when it comes to Law, I have nothing to, say" answered that personage. "for laws were never meant to
be understood, and it is foolish to make the attempt."
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"Then what shall we do?" asked the Scarecrow, in dismay.
"Why don't you marry the Queen? And then you can both rule," suggested the WoggleBug.
Jinjur glared at the insect fiercely. "Why don't you send her back to her mother, where she belongs?" asked
Jack Pumpkinhead.
Jinjur frowned.
"Why don't you shut her up in a closet until she behaves herself, and promises to be good?" enquired Tip.
Jinjur's lip curled scornfully.
"Or give her a good shaking!" added the SawHorse.
"No," said the Tin Woodman, "we must treat the poor girl with gentleness. Let us give her all the Jewels she
can carry, and send her away happy and contented."
At this Queen Jinjur laughed aloud, and the next minute clapped her pretty hands together thrice, as if for a
signal.
"You are very absurd creatures," said she; "but I am tired of your nonsense and have no time to bother with
you longer."
While the monarch and his friends listened in amazement to this impudent speech, a startling thing happened.
The Tin Woodman's axe was snatched from his grasp by some person behind him, and he found himself
disarmed and helpless. At the same instant a shout of laughter rang in the ears of the devoted band, and
turning to see whence this came they found themselves surrounded by the Army of Revolt, the girls bearing
in either hand their glistening knittingneedles. The entire throne room seemed to be filled with the rebels,
and the Scarecrow and his comrades realized that they were prisoners.
"You see how foolish it is to oppose a woman's wit," said Jinjur, gaily; "and this event only proves that I am
more fit to rule the Emerald City than a Scarecrow. I bear you no ill will, I assure you; but lest you should
prove troublesome to me in the future I shall order you all to be destroyed. That is, all except the boy, who
belongs to old Mombi and must be restored to her keeping. The rest of
you are not human, and therefore it will not be wicked to demolish you. The SawHorse and the
Pumpkinhead's body I will have chopped up for kindling wood; and the pumpkin shall be made into tarts.
The Scarecrow will do nicely to start a bonfire, and the tin man can be cut into small pieces and fed to the
goats. As for this immense WoggleBug "
"Highly Magnified, if you please!" interrupted the insect.
"I think I will ask the cook to make greenturtle soup of you," continued the Queen, reflectively.
The WoggleBug shuddered.
"Or, if that won't do, we might use you for a Hungarian goulash, stewed and highly spiced," she added,
cruelly.
This programme of extermination was so terrible that the prisoners looked upon one another in a panic of
fear. The Scarecrow alone did not give way to despair. He stood quietly before the Queen and his brow was
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wrinkled in deep thought as he strove to find some means to escape.
While thus engaged he felt the straw within his breast move gently. At once his expression changed from
sadness to joy, and raising his hand he quickly unbuttoned the front of his jacket.
This action did not pass unnoticed by the crowd
of girls clustering about him, but none of them suspected what he was doing until a tiny grey mouse leaped
from his bosom to the floor and scampered
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away between the feet of the Army of Revolt. Another mouse quickly followed; then another and another, in
rapid succession. And suddenly such a
scream of terror went up from the Army that it might easily have filled the stoutest heart with consternation.
The flight that ensued turned to a stampede, and the stampede to a panic.
For while the startled mice rushed wildly about the room the Scarecrow had only time to note a whirl of skirts
and a twinkling of feet as the girls disappeared from the palace pushing and crowding one another in their
mad efforts to escape.
The Queen, at the first alarm, stood up on the cushions of the throne and began to dance frantically upon her
tiptoes. Then a mouse ran up the cushions, and with a terrified leap poor Jinjur shot clear over the head of the
Scarecrow and escaped through an archway never pausing in her wild career until she had reached the city
gates.
So, in less time than I can explain, the throne room was deserted by all save the Scarecrow and his friends,
and the WoggleBug heaved a deep sigh of relief as he exclaimed:
"Thank goodness, we are saved!"
"For a time, yes;" answered the Tin Woodman. "But the enemy will soon return, I fear."
"Let us bar all the entrances to the palace!" said the Scarecrow. "Then we shall have time to think what is best
to be done."
So all except Jack Pumpkinhead, who was still tied fast to the SawHorse, ran to the various entrances of the
royal palace and closed the heavy doors, bolting and locking them securely. Then, knowing that the Army of
Revolt could not batter down the barriers in several days, the adventurers gathered once more in the throne
room for a council of war.
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"It seems to me," began the Scarecrow, when all were again assembled in the throne room, "that the girl
Jinjur is quite right in claiming to be Queen. And if she is right, then I am wrong, and we have no business to
be occupying her palace."
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"But you were the King until she came," said the WoggleBug, strutting up and down with his hands in his
pockets; "so it appears to me that she is the interloper instead of you."
"Especially as we have just conquered her and put her to flight," added the Pumpkinhead, as he raised his
hands to turn his face toward the Scarecrow.
"Have we really conquered her?" asked the Scarecrow, quietly. "Look out of the window, and tell me what
you see."
Tip ran to the window and looked out.
"The palace is surrounded by a double row of girl soldiers," he announced.
"I thought so," returned the Scarecrow. "We are as truly their prisoners as we were before the mice frightened
them from the palace."
"My friend is right," said Nick Chopper, who had been polishing his breast with a bit of chamoisleather.
"Jinjur is still the Queen, and we are her prisoners."
"But I hope she cannot get at us," exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, with a shiver of fear. "She threatened to make
tarts of me, you know."
"Don't worry," said the Tin Woodman. "It cannot matter greatly. If you stay shut up here you will spoil in
time, anyway. A good tart is far more admirable than a decayed intellect."
"Very true," agreed the Scarecrow.
"Oh, dear!" moaned Jack; "what an unhappy lot is mine! Why, dear father, did you not make me out of tin
or even out of straw so that I would keep indefinitely."
"Shucks!" returned Tip, indignantly. "You ought to be glad that I made you at all." Then he added,
reflectively, "everything has to come to an end, some time."
"But I beg to remind you," broke in the WoggleBug, who had a distressed look in his bulging, round eyes,
"that this terrible Queen Jinjur suggested making a goulash of me Me! the only Highly Magnified and
Thoroughly Educated WoggleBug in the wide, wide world!"
"I think it was a brilliant idea," remarked the Scarecrow, approvingly.
"Don't you imagine he would make a better soup?" asked the Tin Woodman, turning toward his friend.
"Well, perhaps," acknowledged the Scarecrow.
The WoggleBug groaned.
"I can see, in my mind's eye," said he, mournfully, "the goats eating small pieces of my dear comrade, the Tin
Woodman, while my soup is being cooked on a bonfire built of the SawHorse and Jack Pumpkinhead's
body, and Queen Jinjur watches me boil while she feeds the flames with my friend the Scarecrow!"
This morbid picture cast a gloom over the entire party, making them restless and anxious.
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"It can't happen for some time," said the Tin Woodman, trying to speak cheerfully; "for we shall be able to
keep Jinjur out of the palace until she manages to break down the doors."
"And in the meantime I am liable to starve to death, and so is the Woggle Bug," announced Tip.
"As for me," said the WoggleBug, "I think that I could live for some time on Jack Pumpkinhead. Not that I
prefer pumpkins for food; but I believe they are somewhat nutritious, and Jack's head is large and plump."
"How heartless!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman, greatly shocked. "Are we cannibals, let me ask? Or are we
faithful friends?"
"I see very clearly that we cannot stay shut up in this palace," said the Scarecrow, with decision. "So let us
end this mournful talk and try to discover a means to escape."
At this suggestion they all gathered eagerly around the throne, wherein was seated the Scarecrow, and as Tip
sat down upon a stool there fell from his pocket a pepperbox, which rolled upon the floor.
"What is this?" asked Nick Chopper, picking up the box.
"Be careful!" cried the boy. "That's my Powder of Life. Don't spill it, for it is nearly gone."
"And what is the Powder of Life?" enquired the Scarecrow, as Tip replaced the box carefully in his pocket.
"It's some magical stuff old Mombi got from a
crooked sorcerer," explained the boy. "She brought Jack to life with it, and afterward I used it to bring the
SawHorse to life. I guess it will make anything live that is sprinkled with it; but there's only about one dose
left."
"Then it is very precious," said the Tin Woodman.
"Indeed it is," agreed the Scarecrow. "It may prove our best means of escape from our difficulties. I believe I
will think for a few minutes; so I will thank you, friend Tip, to get out your knife and rip this heavy crown
from my forehead."
Tip soon cut the stitches that had fastened the crown to the Scarecrow's head, and the former monarch of the
Emerald City removed it with a sigh of relief and hung it on a peg beside the throne.
"That is my last memento of royalty" said he; "and I'm glad to get rid of it. The former King of this City,
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who was named Pastoria, lost the crown to the Wonderful Wizard, who passed it on to me. Now the girl
Jinjur claims it, and I sincerely hope it will not give her a headache."
"A kindly thought, which I greatly admire," said the Tin Woodman, nodding approvingly.
"And now I will indulge in a quiet think," continued the Scarecrow, lying back in the throne.
The others remained as silent and still as possible, so as not to disturb him; for all had great confidence in the
extraordinary brains of the Scarecrow.
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And, after what seemed a very long time indeed to the anxious watchers, the thinker sat up, looked upon his
friends with his most whimsical expression, and said:
"My brains work beautifully today. I'm quite proud of them. Now, listen! If we attempt to escape through the
doors of the palace we shall surely be captured. And, as we can't escape through the ground, there is only one
other thing to be done. We must escape through the air!"
He paused to note the effect of these words; but all his hearers seemed puzzled and unconvinced.
"The Wonderful Wizard escaped in a balloon," he continued. "We don't know how to make a balloon, of
course; but any sort of thing that can
fly through the air can carry us easily. So I suggest that my friend the Tin Woodman, who is a skillful
mechanic, shall build some sort of a machine, with good strong wings, to carry us; and our friend Tip can
then bring the Thing to life with his magical powder."
"Bravo!" cried Nick Chopper.
"What splendid brains!" murmured Jack.
"Really quite clever!" said the Educated WoggleBug.
"I believe it can be done," declared Tip; "that is, if the Tin Woodman is equal to making the Thing."
"I'll do my best," said Nick, cheerily; "and, as a matter of fact, I do not often fail in what I attempt. But the
Thing will have to be built on the roof of the palace, so it can rise comfortably into the air."
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"To be sure," said the Scarecrow.
"Then let us search through the palace," continued the Tin Woodman, "and carry all the material we can find
to the roof, where I will begin my work."
"First, however," said the Pumpkinhead, "I beg you will release me from this horse, and make me another leg
to walk with. For in my present condition I am of no use to myself or to anyone else."
So the Tin Woodman knocked a mahogany centertable to pieces with his axe and fitted one of the legs,
which was beautifully carved, on to the body of Jack Pumpkinhead, who was very proud of the acquisition.
"It seems strange," said he, as he watched the Tin Woodman work, "that my left leg should be the most
elegant and substantial part of me."
"That proves you are unusual," returned the Scarecrow. "and I am convinced that the only people worthy of
consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live
and die unnoticed."
"Spoken like a philosopher!" cried the WoggleBug, as he assisted the Tin Woodman to set Jack upon his
feet.
"How do you feel now?" asked Tip, watching
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the Pumpkinhead stump around to try his new leg."
As good as new" answered Jack, Joyfully, "and quite ready to assist you all to escape."
"Then let us get to work," said the Scarecrow, in a businesslike tone.
So, glad to be doing anything that might lead to the end of their captivity, the friends separated to wander
over the palace in search of fitting material to use in the construction of their aerial machine.
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When the adventurers reassembled upon the roof it was found that a remarkably queer assortment of articles
had been selected by the various members of the party. No one seemed to have a very clear idea of what was
required, but all had brought something.
The WoggleBug had taken from its position over the mantlepiece in the great hallway the head of a Gump,
which was adorned with widespreading antlers; and this, with great care and greater difficulty, the insect
had carried up the stairs to the roof. This Gump resembled an Elk's head, only the nose turned upward in a
saucy manner and there were whiskers
upon its chin, like those of a billygoat. Why the WoggleBug selected this article he could not have
explained, except that it had aroused his curiosity.
Tip, with the aid of the SawHorse, had brought a large, upholstered sofa to the roof. It was an oldfashioned
piece of furniture, with high back and ends, and it was so heavy that even by resting the greatest weight upon
the back of the SawHorse, the boy found himself out of breath when at last the clumsy sofa was dumped
upon the roof.
The Pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which was the first thing he saw. The Scarecrow arrived with a coil
of clotheslines and ropes which he had taken from the courtyard, and in his trip up the stairs he had become
so entangled in the loose ends of the ropes that both he and his burden tumbled in a heap upon the roof and
might have rolled off if Tip had not rescued him.
The Tin Woodman appeared last. He also had been to the courtyard, where he had cut four great, spreading
leaves from a huge palmtree that was the pride of all the inhabitants of the Emerald City.
"My dear Nick!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, seeing what his friend had done; "you have been guilty of the
greatest crime any person can commit in the Emerald City. If I remember rightly, the
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penalty for chopping leaves from the royal palmtree is to be killed seven times and afterward imprisoned for
life."
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"It cannot be helped now" answered the Tin Woodman, throwing down the big leaves upon the roof. "But it
may be one more reason why it is necessary for us to escape. And now let us see what you have found for me
to work with."
Many were the doubtful looks cast upon the heap of miscellaneous material that now cluttered the roof, and
finally the Scarecrow shook his head and remarked:
"Well, if friend Nick can manufacture, from this mess of rubbish, a Thing that will fly through the air and
carry us to safety, then I will acknowledge him to be a better mechanic than I suspected."
But the Tin Woodman seemed at first by no means sure of his powers, and only after polishing his forehead
vigorously with the chamoisleather did he resolve to undertake the task.
"The first thing required for the machine," said he, "is a body big enough to carry the entire party. This sofa is
the biggest thing we have, and might be used for a body. But, should the machine ever tip sideways, we
would all slide off and fall to the ground."
"Why not use two sofas?" asked Tip. "There's another one just like this down stairs."
"That is a very sensible suggestion," exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "You must fetch the other sofa at once."
So Tip and the SawHorse managed, with much labor, to get the second sofa to the roof; and when the two
were placed together, edge to edge, the backs and ends formed a protecting rampart all around the seats.
"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "We can ride within this snug nest quite at our ease."
The two sofas were now bound firmly together with ropes and clotheslines, and then Nick Chopper fastened
the Gump's head to one end.
"That will show which is the front end of the Thing," said he, greatly pleased with the idea." And, really, if
you examine it critically, the Gump looks very well as a figurehead. These great palmleaves, for which I
have endangered my life seven times, must serve us as wings."
"Are they strong enough?" asked the boy.
"They are as strong as anything we can get," answered the Woodman; "and although they are not in
proportion to the Thing's body, we are not in a position to be very particular."
So he fastened the palmleaves to the sofas, two on each side.
Said the WoggleBug, with considerable admiration:
"The Thing is now complete, and only needs to be brought to life."
"Stop a moment!" exclaimed Jack." Are you not going to use my broom?"
"What for?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Why, it can be fastened to the back end for a tail," answered the Pumpkinhead. "Surely you would not call
the Thing complete without a tail."
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"Hm!" said the Tin Woodman, "I do not see the use of a tail. We are not trying to copy a beast, or a fish, or a
bird. All we ask of the Thing is to carry us through the air.
"Perhaps, after the Thing is brought to life, it can use a tail to steer with," suggested the Scarecrow. "For if it
flies through the air it will not be unlike a bird, and I've noticed that all birds have tails, which they use for a
rudder while flying."
"Very well," answered Nick, "the broom shall be used for a tail," and he fastened it firmly to the back end of
the sofa body.
Tip took the pepperbox from his pocket.
"The Thing looks very big," said he, anxiously;
"and I am not sure there is enough powder left to bring all of it to life. But I'll make it go as far as possible."
"Put most on the wings," said Nick Chopper; "for they must be made as strong as possible."
"And don't forget the head!" exclaimed the WoggleBug.
"Or the tail!" added Jack Pumpkinhead.
"Do be quiet," said Tip, nervously; "you must give me a chance to work the magic charm in the proper
manner."
Very carefully he began sprinkling the Thing with the precious powder. Each of the four wings was first
lightly covered with a layer. then the sofas were sprinkled, and the broom given a slight coating.
"The head! The head! Don't, I beg of you, forget the head!" cried the WoggleBug, excitedly.
"There's only a little of the powder left," announced Tip, looking within the box." And it seems to me it is
more important to bring the legs of the sofas to life than the head."
"Not so," decided the Scarecrow. "Every thing must have a head to direct it; and since this creature is to fly,
and not walk, it is really unimportant whether its legs are alive or not."
So Tip abided by this decision and sprinkled the Gump's head with the remainder of the powder.
"Now" said he, "keep silence while I work the, charm!"
Having heard old Mombi pronounce the magic words, and having also succeeded in bringing the SawHorse
to life, Tip did not hesitate an instant in speaking the three cabalistic words, each accompanied by the
peculiar gesture of the hands.
It was a grave and impressive ceremony.
As he finished the incantation the Thing shuddered throughout its huge bulk, the Gump gave the screeching
cry that is familiar to those animals, and then the four wings began flopping furiously.
Tip managed to grasp a chimney, else he would have been blown off the roof by the terrible breeze raised by
the wings. The Scarecrow, being light in weight, was caught up bodily and borne through the air until Tip
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luckily seized him by one leg and held him fast. The WoggleBug lay flat upon the roof and so escaped
harm,
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and the Tin Woodman, whose weight of tin anchored him firmly, threw both arms around Jack Pumpkinhead
and managed to save him. The SawHorse toppled over upon his back and lay with his legs waving
helplessly above him.
And now, while all were struggling to recover themselves, the Thing rose slowly from the roof and mounted
into the air.
"Here! Come back!" cried Tip, in a frightened voice, as he clung to the chimney with one hand and the
Scarecrow with the other. "Come back at once, I command you!"
It was now that the wisdom of the Scarecrow, in bringing the head of the Thing to life instead of the legs, was
proved beyond a doubt. For the Gump, already high in the air, turned its head at Tip's command and
gradually circled around until it could view the roof of the palace.
"Come back!" shouted the boy, again.
And the Gump obeyed, slowly and gracefully waving its four wings in the air until the Thing had settled once
more upon the roof and become still.
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"This," said the Gump, in a squeaky voice not at all proportioned to the size of its great body, "is the most
novel experience I ever heard of. The last thing I remember distinctly is walking through the forest and
hearing a loud noise. Something probably killed me then, and it certainly ought to have been the end of me.
Yet here I am, alive again, with four monstrous wings and a body which I venture to say would make any
respectable animal or fowl weep with shame to own. What does it all mean? Am I a Gump, or am I a
juggernaut?" The creature, as it spoke, wiggled its chin whiskers in a very comical manner.
"You're just a Thing," answered Tip, "with a Gump's head on it. And we have made you and brought you to
life so that you may carry us through the air wherever we wish to go."
"Very good!" said the Thing. "As I am not a Gump, I cannot have a Gump's pride or independent spirit. So I
may as well become your servant as anything else. My only satisfaction is that I do not seem to have a very
strong constitution, and am not likely to live long in a state of slavery."
"Don't say that, I beg of you!" cried the Tin Woodman, whose excellent heart was strongly affected by this
sad speech." Are you not feeling well today?"
"Oh, as for that," returned the Gump, "it is my first day of existence; so I cannot Judge whether I am feeling
well or ill." And it waved its broom tail to and fro in a pensive manner.
"Come, come!" said the Scarecrow, kindly. "do try, to be more cheerful and take life as you find it. We shall
be kind masters, and will strive to render your existence as pleasant as possible. Are you willing to carry us
through the air wherever we wish to go?"
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"Certainly," answered the Gump. "I greatly prefer to navigate the air. For should I travel on the earth and
meet with one of my own species, my embarrassment would be something awful!"
"I can appreciate that," said the Tin Woodman, sympathetically.
"And yet," continued the Thing, "when I carefully
look you over, my masters, none of you seems to be constructed much more artistically than I am."
"Appearances are deceitful," said the WoggleBug, earnestly. "I am both Highly Magnified and Thoroughly
Educated."
"Indeed!" murmured the Gump, indifferently.
"And my brains are considered remarkably rare specimens," added the Scarecrow, proudly.
"How strange!" remarked the Gump.
"Although I am of tin," said the Woodman, "I own a heart altogether the warmest and most admirable in the
whole world."
"I'm delighted to hear it," replied the Gump, with a slight cough.
"My smile," said Jack Pumpkinhead, "is worthy your best attention. It is always the same."
"Semper idem," explained the WoggleBug, pompously; and the Gump turned to stare at him.
"And I," declared the SawHorse, filling in an awkward pause, "am only remarkable because I can't help it."
"I am proud, indeed, to meet with such exceptional masters," said the Gump, in a careless tone. "If I could but
secure so complete an introduction to myself, I would be more than satisfied."
"That will come in time," remarked the Scare
crow. "To 'Know Thyself' is considered quite an accomplishment, which it has taken us, who are your elders,
months to perfect. But now," he added, turning to the others, "let us get aboard and start upon our journey."
"Where shall we go?" asked Tip, as he clambered to a seat on the sofas and assisted the Pumpkinhead to
follow him.
"In the South Country rules a very delightful Queen called Glinda the Good, who I am sure will gladly
receive us," said the Scarecrow, getting into the Thing clumsily. "Let us go to her and ask her advice."
"That is cleverly thought of," declared Nick Chopper, giving the WoggleBug a boost and then toppling the
SawHorse into the rear end of the cushioned seats." I know Glinda the Good, and believe she will prove a
friend indeed."
"Are we all ready?" asked the boy.
"Yes," announced the Tin Woodman, seating himself beside the Scarecrow.
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"Then," said Tip, addressing the Gump, "be kind enough to fly with us to the Southward; and do not go
higher than to escape the houses and trees, for it makes me dizzy to be up so far."
"All right," answered the Gump, briefly.
It flopped its four huge wings and rose slowly into the air; and then, while our little band of adventurers clung
to the backs and sides of the sofas for support, the Gump turned toward the South and soared swiftly and
majestically away.
"The scenic effect, from this altitude, is marvelous," commented the educated WoggleBug, as they rode
along.
"Never mind the scenery," said the Scarecrow. "Hold on tight, or you may get a tumble. The Thing seems to
rock badly.'
"It will be dark soon," said Tip, observing that the sun was low on the horizon. "Perhaps we should have
waited until morning. I wonder if the Gump can fly in the night."
"I've been wondering that myself," returned the Gump quietly. "You see, this is a new experience to me. I
used to have legs that carried me swiftly over the ground. But now my legs feel as if they were asleep."
"They are," said Tip. "We didn't bring 'em to life."
"You're expected to fly," explained the Scarecrow. "not to walk."
"We can walk ourselves," said the WoggleBug."
I begin to understand what is required of me," remarked the Gump; "so I will do my best to
please you," and he flew on for a time in silence.
Presently Jack Pumpkinhead became uneasy.
"I wonder if riding through the air is liable to spoil pumpkins," he said.
"Not unless you carelessly drop your head over the side," answered the WoggleBug. "In that event your
head would no longer be a pumpkin, for it would become a squash."
"Have I not asked you to restrain these unfeeling jokes?" demanded Tip, looking at the WoggleBug with a
severe expression.
"You have; and I've restrained a good many of them," replied the insect. "But there are opportunities for so
many excellent puns in our language that, to an educated person like myself, the temptation to express them
is almost irresistible."
"People with more or less education discovered those puns centuries ago," said Tip.
"Are you sure?" asked the WoggleBug, with a startled look.
"Of course I am," answered the boy. "An educated WoggleBug may be a new thing; but a WoggleBug
education is as old as the hills, judging from the display you make of it."
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The insect seemed much impressed by this remark, and for a time maintained a meek silence.
The Scarecrow, in shifting his seat, saw upon the cushions the pepperbox which Tip had cast aside, and
began to examine it.
"Throw it overboard," said the boy; "it's quite empty now, and there's no use keeping it."
"Is it really empty?" asked the Scarecrow, looking curiously into the box.
"Of course it is," answered Tip. "I shook out every grain of the powder.
"Then the box has two bottoms," announced the Scarecrow, "for the bottom on the inside is fully an inch
away from the bottom on the outside."
"Let me see," said the Tin Woodman, taking the box from his friend. "Yes," he declared, after looking it over,
"the thing certainly has a false bottom. Now, I wonder what that is for?"
"Can't you get it apart, and find out?" enquired Tip, now quite interested in the mystery.
"Why, yes; the lower bottom unscrews," said the Tin Woodman. "My fingers are rather stiff; please see if you
can open it."
He handed the pepperbox to Tip, who had no difficulty in unscrewing the bottom. And in the cavity below
were three silver pills, with a carefully folded paper lying underneath them.
This paper the boy proceeded to unfold, taking
care not to spill the pills, and found several lines clearly written in red ink.
"Read it aloud," said the Scarecrow. so Tip read, as follows:
"DR. NIKIDIK'S CELEBRATED WISHING PILLS.
"Directions for Use: Swallow one pill; count seventeen by twos; then make a Wish. The Wish will
immediately be granted. CAUTION: Keep in a Dry and Dark Place."
"Why, this is a very valuable discovery!" cried the Scarecrow.
"It is, indeed," replied Tip, gravely. "These pills may be of great use to us. I wonder if old Mombi knew they
were in the bottom of the pepperbox. I remember hearing her say that she got the Powder of Life from this
same Nikidik."
"He must be a powerful Sorcerer!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "and since the powder proved a success we
ought to have confidence in the pills."
"But how," asked the Scarecrow, "can anyone count seventeen by twos? Seventeen is an odd number."
"That is true," replied Tip, greatly disappointed. "No one can possibly count seventeen by twos."
"Then the pills are of no use to us," wailed the Pumpkinhead; "and this fact overwhelms me with
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grief. For I had intended wishing that my head would never spoil."
"Nonsense!" said the Scarecrow, sharply. "If we could use the pills at all we would make far better wishes
than that."
"I do not see how anything could be better," protested poor Jack. "If you were liable to spoil at any time you
could understand my anxiety."
"For my part," said the Tin Woodman, "I sympathize with you in every respect. But since we cannot count
seventeen by twos, sympathy is all you are liable to get."
By this time it had become quite dark, and the voyagers found above them a cloudy sky, through which the
rays of the moon could not penetrate.
The Gump flew steadily on, and for some reason the huge sofabody rocked more and more dizzily every
hour.
The WoggleBug declared he was seasick; and Tip was also pale and somewhat distressed. But the others
clung to the backs of the sofas and did not seem to mind the motion as long as they were not tipped out.
Darker and darker grew the night, and on and on sped the Gump through the black heavens. The
travelers could not even see one another, and an oppressive silence settled down upon them.
After a long time Tip, who had been thinking deeply, spoke.
"How are we to know when we come to the pallace of Glinda the Good?" he asked.
"It's a long way to Glinda's palace," answered the Woodman; "I've traveled it."
"But how are we to know how fast the Gump is flying?" persisted the boy. "We cannot see a single thing
down on the earth, and before morning we may be far beyond the place we want to reach."
"That is all true enough," the Scarecrow replied, a little uneasily. "But I do not see how we can stop just now;
for we might alight in a river, or on, the top of a steeple; and that would be a great disaster."
So they permitted the Gump to fly on, with regular flops of its great wings, and waited patiently for morning.
Then Tip's fears were proven to be well founded; for with the first streaks of gray dawn they looked over the
sides of the sofas and discovered rolling plains dotted with queer villages, where the houses, instead of being
dome shaped as they all are in the Land of Oz had slanting roofs that rose to a peak
in the center. Odd looking animals were also moving about upon the open plains, and the country was
unfamiliar to both the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow, who had formerly visited Glinda the Good's domain
and knew it well.
"We are lost!" said the Scarecrow, dolefully. "The Gump must have carried us entirely out of the Land of Oz
and over the sandy deserts and into the terrible outside world that Dorothy told us about."
"We must get back," exclaimed the Tin Woodman, earnestly. "we must get back as soon as possible!"
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"Turn around!" cried Tip to the Gump. "turn as quickly as you can!"
"If I do I shall upset," answered the Gump. "I'm not at all used to flying, and the best plan would be for me to
alight in some place, and then I can turn around and take a fresh start."
Just then, however, there seemed to be no stoppingplace that would answer their purpose. They flew over a
village so big that the WoggleBug declared it was a city. and then they came to a range of high mountains
with many deep gorges and steep cliffs showing plainly.
"Now is our chance to stop," said the boy, finding
they were very close to the mountain tops. Then he turned to the Gump and commanded: "Stop at the first
level place you see!"
"Very well," answered the Gump, and settled down upon a table of rock that stood between two cliffs.
But not being experienced in such matters, the Gump did not judge his speed correctly; and instead of coming
to a stop upon the flat rock he missed it by half the width of his body, breaking off both his right wings
against the sharp edge of the rock and then tumbling over and over down the cliff.
Our friends held on to the sofas as long as they could, but when the Gump caught on a proJecting rock the
Thing stopped suddenly bottom side up and all were immediately dumped out.
By good fortune they fell only a few feet; for underneath them was a monster nest, built by a colony of
Jackdaws in a hollow ledge of rock; so none of them not even the Pumpkinhead was injured by the
fall. For Jack found his precious head resting on the soft breast of the Scarecrow, which made an excellent
cushion; and Tip fell on a mass of leaves and papers, which saved him from injury. The WoggleBug had
bumped his round head against
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the SawHorse, but without causing him more than a moment's inconvenience.
The Tin Woodman was at first much alarmed; but finding he had escaped without even a scratch upon his
beautiful nickleplate he at once regained his accustomed cheerfulness and turned to address his comrades.
"Our Journey had ended rather suddenly," said he; "and we cannot justly blame our friend the Gump for our
accident, because he did the best he could under the circumstances. But how we are ever to escape from this
nest I must leave to someone with better brains than I possess."
Here he gazed at the Scarecrow; who crawled to the edge of the nest and looked over. Below them was a
sheer precipice several hundred feet in depth. Above them was a smooth cliff unbroken save by the point of
rock where the wrecked body of the Gump still hung suspended from the end of one of the sofas. There really
seemed to be no means of escape, and as they realized their helpless plight the little band of adventurers gave
way to their bewilderment.
"This is a worse prison than the palace," sadly remarked the WoggleBug.
"I wish we had stayed there," moaned Jack.
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"I'm afraid the mountain air isn't good for pumpkins."
"It won't be when the Jackdaws come back," growled the SawHorse, which lay waving its legs in a vain
endeavor to get upon its feet again. "Jackdaws are especially fond of pumpkins."
"Do you think the birds will come here?" asked Jack, much distressed.
"Of course they will," said Tip; "for this is their nest. And there must be hundreds of them," he continued,
"for see what a lot of things they have brought here!"
Indeed, the nest was half filled with a most curious collection of small articles for which the birds could have
no use, but which the thieving Jackdaws had stolen during many years from the homes of men. And as the
nest was safely hidden where no human being could reach it, this lost property would never be recovered.
The WoggleBug, searching among the rubbish for the Jackdaws stole useless things as well as valuable
ones turned up with his foot a beautiful diamond necklace. This was so greatly admired by the Tin
Woodman that the WoggleBug presented it to him with a graceful speech, after which the Woodman hung it
around his neck with much pride,
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rejoicing exceedingly when the big diamonds glittered in the sun's rays.
But now they heard a great jabbering and flopping of wings, and as the sound grew nearer to them Tip
exclaimed:
"The Jackdaws are coming! And if they find us here they will surely kill us in their anger."
"I was afraid of this!" moaned the Pumpkinhead. "My time has come!"
"And mine, also!" said the WoggleBug; "for Jackdaws are the greatest enemies of my race."
The others were not at all afraid; but the Scarecrow at once decided to save those of the party who were liable
to be injured by the angry birds. So he commanded Tip to take off Jack's head and lie down with it in the
bottom of the nest, and when this was done he ordered the WoggleBug to lie beside Tip. Nick Chopper, who
knew from past experience Just what to do, then took the Scarecrow to pieces (all except his head) and
scattered the straw over Tip and the WoggleBug, completely covering their bodies.
Hardly had this been accomplished when the flock of Jackdaws reached them. Perceiving the intruders in
their nest the birds flew down upon them with screams of rage.
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The Tin Woodman was usually a peaceful man, but when occasion required he could fight as fiercely as a
Roman gladiator. So, when the Jackdaws nearly knocked him down in their rush of wings, and their sharp
beaks and claws threatened to damage his brilliant plating, the Woodman picked up his axe and made it whirl
swiftly around his head.
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But although many were beaten off in this way, the birds were so numerous and so brave that they continued
the attack as furiously as before. Some of them pecked at the eyes of the Gump, which hung over the nest in a
helpless condition; but the Gump's eyes were of glass and could not be injured. Others of the Jackdaws
rushed at the SawHorse; but that animal, being still upon his back, kicked out so viciously with his wooden
legs that he beat off as many assailants as did the Woodman's axe.
Finding themselves thus opposed, the birds fell upon the Scarecrow's straw, which lay at the center of the
nest, covering Tip and the WoggleBug and Jack's pumpkin head, and began tearing it away and flying off
with it, only to let it drop, straw by straw into the great gulf beneath.
The Scarecrow's head, noting with dismay this wanton destruction of his interior, cried to the Tin Woodman
to save him; and that good friend responded with renewed energy. His axe fairly flashed among the
Jackdaws, and fortunately the Gump began wildly waving the two wings remaining on the left side of its
body. The flutter of these great wings filled the Jackdaws with terror, and when the Gump by its exertions
freed itself from the peg of rock on which it hung, and sank flopping into the nest, the alarm of the birds
knew no bounds and they fled screaming over the mountains.
When the last foe had disappeared, Tip crawled from under the sofas and assisted the WoggleBug to follow
him.
"We are saved!" shouted the boy, delightedly.
"We are, indeed!" responded the Educated Insect, fairly hugging the stiff head of the Gump in his joy. "and
we owe it all to the flopping of the Thing, and the good axe of the Woodman!"
"If I am saved, get me out of here!" called Jack; whose head was still beneath the sofas; and Tip managed to
roll the pumpkin out and place it upon its neck again. He also set the SawHorse upright, and said to it:
"We owe you many thanks for the gallant fight you made."
"I really think we have escaped very nicely," remarked the Tin Woodman, in a tone of pride.
"Not so!" exclaimed a hollow voice.
At this they all turned in surprise to look at the Scarecrow's head, which lay at the back of the nest.
"I am completely ruined!" declared the Scarecrow, as he noted their astonishment. "For where is the straw
that stuffs my body?"
The awful question startled them all. They gazed around the nest with horror, for not a vestige of straw
remained. The
Jackdaws had stolen it to the last wisp and flung it all into the chasm that yawned for hundreds of feet
beneath the nest.
"My poor, poor friend!" said the Tin Woodman, taking up the Scarecrow's head and caressing it tenderly;
"whoever could imagine you would come to this untimely end?"
"I did it to save my friends," returned the head; "and I am glad that I perished in so noble and unselfish a
manner."
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"But why are you all so despondent?" inquired the WoggleBug. "The Scarecrow's clothing is still safe."
"Yes," answered the Tin Woodman; "but our friend's clothes are useless without stuffing."
"Why not stuff him with money?" asked Tip.
"Money!" they all cried, in an amazed chorus.
"To be sure," said the boy. "In the bottom of the nest are thousands of dollar bills and twodollar bills
and fivedollar bills and tens, and twenties, and fifties. There are enough of them to stuff a dozen
Scarecrows. Why not use the money?"
The Tin Woodman began to turn over the rubbish with the handle of his axe; and, sure enough, what they had
first thought only worthless papers were found to be all bills of various denominations,
which the mischievous Jackdaws had for years been engaged in stealing from the villages and cities they
visited.
There was an immense fortune lying in that inaccessible nest; and Tip's suggestion was, with the Scarecrow's
consent, quickly acted upon.
They selected all the newest and cleanest bills and assorted them into various piles. The Scarecrow's left leg
and boot were stuffed with five dollar bills; his right leg was stuffed with tendollar bills, and his body so
closely filled with fifties, onehundreds and onethousands that he could scarcely button his jacket with
comfort.
"You are now" said the WoggleBug, impressively, when the task had been completed, "the most valuable
member of our party; and as you
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"Thank you," returned the Scarecrow, gratefully. "I feel like a new man; and although at first glance I might
be mistaken for a Safety Deposit Vault, I beg you to remember that my Brains are still composed of the same
old material. And these are the possessions that have always made me a person to be depended upon in an
emergency."
"Well, the emergency is here," observed Tip; "and unless your brains help us out of it we shall be compelled
to pass the remainder of our lives in this nest."
"How about these wishing pills?" enquired the Scarecrow, taking the box from his jacket pocket. "Can't we
use them to escape?"
"Not unless we can count seventeen by twos," answered the Tin Woodman. "But our friend the WoggleBug
claims to be highly educated, so he ought easily to figure out how that can be done."
"It isn't a question of education," returned the Insect; "it's merely a question of mathematics. I've seen the
professor work lots of sums on the blackboard, and he claimed anything could be done with x's and y's and
a's, and such things, by mixing them up with plenty of plusses and minuses and equals, and so forth. But he
never said anything, so far as
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I can remember, about counting up to the odd number of seventeen by the even numbers of twos."
"Stop! stop!" cried the Pumpkinhead. "You're making my head ache."
"And mine," added the Scarecrow. "Your mathematics seem to me very like a bottle of mixed pickles the
more you fish for what you want the less chance you have of getting it. I am certain that if the thing can be
accomplished at all, it is in a very simple manner."
"Yes," said Tip. "old Mombi couldn't use x's and minuses, for she never went to school."
"Why not start counting at a half of one?" asked the SawHorse, abruptly. "Then anyone can count up to
seventeen by twos very easily."
They looked at each other in surprise, for the SawHorse was considered the most stupid of the entire party.
"You make me quite ashamed of myself," said the Scarecrow, bowing low to the SawHorse.
"Nevertheless, the creature is right," declared the WoggleBug; for twice onehalf is one, and if you get to
one it is easy to count from one up to seventeen by twos."
"I wonder I didn't think of that myself," said the Pumpkinhead.
"I don't," returned the Scarecrow. "You're no wiser than the rest of us, are you? But let us make a wish at
once. Who will swallow the first pill?"
"Suppose you do it," suggested Tip.
"I can't," said the Scarecrow.
"Why not? You've a mouth, haven't you?" asked the boy.
"Yes; but my mouth is painted on, and there's no swallow connected with it,' answered the Scarecrow. "In
fact," he continued, looking from one to another critically, "I believe the boy and the WoggleBug are the
only ones in our party that are able to swallow."
Observing the truth of this remark, Tip said:
"Then I will undertake to make the first wish. Give me one of the Silver Pills."
This the Scarecrow tried to do; but his padded gloves were too clumsy to clutch so small an object, and he
held the box toward the boy while Tip selected one of the pills and swallowed it.
"Count!" cried the Scarecrow.
"Onehalf, one, three, five, seven, nine, eleven,!" counted Tip. thirteen, fifteen, seventeen.
"Now wish!" said the Tin Woodman anxiously:
But Just then the boy began to suffer such fearful pains that he became alarmed.
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"The pill has poisoned me!" he gasped; "O h! Ooooo! Ouch! Murder! Fire! Ooh!" and here he
rolled upon the bottom of the nest in such contortions that he frightened them all.
"What can we do for you. Speak, I beg!" entreated the Tin Woodman, tears of sympathy running down his
nickel cheeks.
"I I don't know!" answered Tip. "O h! I wish I'd never swallowed that pill!"
Then at once the pain stopped, and the boy rose to his feet again and found the Scarecrow looking with
amazement at the end of the pepperbox.
"What's happened?" asked the boy, a little ashamed of his recent exhibition.
"Why, the three pills are in the box again!" said the Scarecrow.
"Of course they are," the WoggleBug declared. "Didn't Tip wish that he'd never swallowed one of them?
Well, the wish came true, and he didn't swallow one of them. So of course they are all three in the box."
"That may be; but the pill gave me a dreadful pain, just the same," said the boy.
"Impossible!" declared the Woggle
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Bug. "If you have never swallowed it, the pill can not have given you a pain. And as your wish, being
granted, proves you did not swallow the pill, it is also plain that you suffered no pain."
"Then it was a splendid imitation of a pain," retorted Tip, angrily. "Suppose you try the next pill yourself.
We've wasted one wish already."
"Oh, no, we haven't!" protested the Scarecrow. "Here are still three pills in the box, and each pill is good for a
wish."
"Now you're making my head ache," said Tip. "I can't understand the thing at all. But I won't take another
pill, I promise you!" and with this remark he retired sulkily to the back of the nest.
"Well," said the WoggleBug, "it remains for me to save us in my most Highly Magnified and Thoroughly
Educated manner; for I seem to be the only one able and willing to make a wish. Let me have one of the
pills."
He swallowed it without hesitation, and they all stood admiring his courage while the Insect counted
seventeen by twos in the same way that Tip had done. And for some reason perhaps because
WoggleBugs have stronger stomachs than boys the silver pellet caused it no pain whatever.
"I wish the Gump's broken wings mended, and
as good as new!" said the WoggleBug, in a slow; impressive voice.
All turned to look at the Thing, and so quickly had the wish been granted that the Gump lay before them in
perfect repair, and as well able to fly through the air as when it had first been brought to life on the roof of the
palace.
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"Hooray!" shouted the Scarecrow, gaily. "We can now leave this miserable Jackdaws' nest whenever we
please."
"But it is nearly dark," said the Tin Woodman; "and unless we wait until morning to make our flight we may
get into more trouble. I don't like these night trips, for one never knows what will happen."
So it was decided to wait until daylight, and the adventurers amused themselves in the twilight by searching
the Jackdaws' nest for treasures.
The WoggleBug found two handsome bracelets of wrought gold, which fitted his slender arms very well.
The Scarecrow took a fancy for rings, of which there were many in the nest. Before long he
had fitted a ring to each finger of his padded gloves, and not being content with that display he added one
more to each thumb. As he carefully chose those rings set with sparkling stones, such as rubies, amethysts
and sapphires, the Scarecrow's hands now presented a most brilliant appearance.
"This nest would be a picnic for Queen Jinjur," said he, musingly. "for as nearly as I can make out she and
her girls conquered me merely to rob my city of its emeralds."
The Tin Woodman was content with his diamond necklace and refused to accept any additional decorations;
but Tip secured a fine gold watch, which was attached to a heavy fob, and placed it in his pocket with much
pride. He also pinned several jeweled brooches to Jack Pumpkinhead's red waistcoat, and attached a
lorgnette, by means of a fine chain, to the neck of the Saw Horse.
"It's very pretty," said the creature, regarding the lorgnette approvingly; "but what is it for?"
None of them could answer that question, however; so the SawHorse decided it was some rare decoration
and became very fond of it.
That none of the party might be slighted, they ended by placing several large seal rings upon the points of the
Gump's antlers, although that odd
personage seemed by no means gratified by the attention.
Darkness soon fell upon them, and Tip and the WoggleBug went to sleep while the others sat down to wait
patiently for the day.
Next morning they had cause to congratulate themselves upon the useful condition of the Gump; for with
daylight a great flock of Jackdaws approached to engage in one more battle for the possession of the nest.
But our adventurers did not wait for the assault. They tumbled into the cushioned seats of the sofas as quickly
as possible, and Tip gave the word to the Gump to start.
At once it rose into the air, the great wings flopping strongly and with regular motions, and in a few moments
they were so far from the nest that the chattering Jackdaws took possession without any attempt at pursuit.
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The Thing flew due North, going in the same direction from whence it had come. At least, that was the
Scarecrow's opinion, and the others agreed that the Scarecrow was the best judge of direction. After passing
over several cities and villages the Gump carried them high above a broad plain where houses became more
and more scattered until they
disappeared altogether. Next came the wide, sandy desert separating the rest of the world from the Land of
Oz, and before noon they saw the domeshaped houses that proved they were once more within the borders
of their native land.
"But the houses and fences are blue," said the Tin Woodman, "and that indicates we are in the land of the
Munchkins, and therefore a long distance from Glinda the Good."
"What shall we do?" asked the boy, turning to their guide.
"I don't know" replied the Scarecrow, frankly. "If we were at the Emerald City we could then move directly
southward, and so reach our destination. But we dare not go to the Emerald City, and the Gump is probably
carrying us further in the wrong direction with every flop of its wings."
"Then the WoggleBug must swallow another pill," said Tip, decidedly, "and wish us headed in the right
direction."
"Very well," returned the Highly Magnified one; "I'm willing."
But when the Scarecrow searched in his pocket for the pepperbox containing the two silver Wishing Pills, it
was not to be found. Filled with anxiety, the voyagers hunted throughout every inch of the
Thing for the precious box; but it had disappeared entirely.
And still the Gump flew onward, carrying them they knew not where.
"I must have left the pepperbox in the Jackdaws' nest," said the Scarecrow, at length.
"It is a great misfortune," the Tin Woodman declared. "But we are no worse off than before we discovered
the Wishing Pills."
"We are better off," replied Tip. "for the one pill we used has enabled us to escape from that horrible nest."
"Yet the loss of the other two is serious, and I deserve a good scolding for my carelessness," the Scarecrow
rejoined, penitently. "For in such an unusual party as this accidents are liable to happen any moment, and
even now we may be approaching a new danger."
No one dared contradict this, and a dismal silence ensued.
The Gump flew steadily on.
Suddenly Tip uttered an exclamation of surprise. "We must have reached the South Country," he cried, "for
below us everything is red!"
Immediately they all leaned over the backs of the sofas to look all except Jack, who was too careful
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of his pumpkin head to risk its slipping off his neck. Sure enough; the red houses and fences and trees
indicated they were within the domain of Glinda the Good; and presently, as they glided rapidly on, the Tin
Woodman recognized the roads and buildings they passed, and altered slightly the flight of
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the Gump so that they might reach the palace of the celebrated Sorceress.
"Good!" cried the Scarecrow, delightedly. "We do not need the lost Wishing Pills now, for we have arrived at
our destination."
Gradually the Thing sank lower and nearer to the ground until at length it came to rest within the beautiful
gardens of Glinda, settling upon a velvety green lawn close by a fountain which sent sprays of flashing gems,
instead of water, high into the air, whence they fell with a soft, tinkling sound into the carved marble basin
placed to receive them.
Everything was very gorgeous in Glinda's gardens, and while our voyagers gazed about with admiring eyes a
company of soldiers silently appeared and surrounded them. But these soldiers of the great Sorceress were
entirely different from those of Jinjur's Army of Revolt, although they were likewise girls. For Glinda's
soldiers wore neat uniforms and bore swords and spears; and they marched with a skill and precision that
proved them well trained in the arts of war.
The Captain commanding this troop which was Glinda's private Body Guard recognized the
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman at once, and greeted them with respectful salutations.
"Good day!" said the Scarecrow, gallantly removing his hat, while the Woodman gave a soldierly salute; "we
have come to request an audience with your fair Ruler."
"Glinda is now within her palace, awaiting you," returned the Captain; "for she saw you coming long before
you arrived."
"That is strange!" said Tip, wondering.
"Not at all," answered the Scarecrow, "for Glinda the Good is a mighty Sorceress, and nothing that goes on in
the Land of Oz escapes her notice. I suppose she knows why we came as well as we do ourselves."
"Then what was the use of our coming?" asked Jack, stupidly.
"To prove you are a Pumpkinhead!" retorted the Scarecrow. "But, if the Sorceress expects us, we must not
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So they all clambered out of the sofas and followed the Captain toward the palace even the SawHorse
taking his place in the queer procession.
Upon her throne of finely wrought gold sat Glinda, and she could scarcely repress a smile as her peculiar
visitors entered and bowed before her. Both the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman she knew and liked; but the
awkward Pumpkinhead and Highly Magnified WoggleBug were creatures she had never seen before, and
they seemed even more curious than the others. As for the SawHorse, he looked to be nothing more than an
animated chunk of wood; and he bowed so stiffly that his head bumped against the floor, causing a ripple of
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laughter among the soldiers, in which Glinda frankly joined.
"I beg to announce to your glorious highness," began the Scarecrow, in a solemn voice, "that my Emerald
City has been overrun by a crowd of impudent girls with knittingneedles, who have enslaved all the men,
robbed the streets and public buildings of all their emerald jewels, and usurped my throne."
"I know it," said Glinda.
"They also threatened to destroy me, as well as all the good friends and allies you see before you," continued
the Scarecrow. "and had we not managed
to escape their clutches our days would long since have ended."
"I know it," repeated Glinda.
"Therefore I have come to beg your assistance," resumed the Scarecrow, "for I believe you are always glad to
succor the unfortunate and oppressed."
"That is true," replied the Sorceress, slowly. "But the Emerald City is now ruled by General Jinjur, who has
caused herself to be proclaimed Queen. What right have I to oppose her?"
"Why, she stole the throne from me," said the Scarecrow.
"And how came you to possess the throne?" asked Glinda.
"I got it from the Wizard of Oz, and by the choice of the people," returned the Scarecrow, uneasy at such
questioning.
"And where did the Wizard get it?" she continued gravely.
"I am told he took it from Pastoria, the former King," said the Scarecrow, becoming confused under the intent
look of the Sorceress.
"Then," declared Glinda, "the throne of the Emerald City belongs neither to you nor to Jinjur, but to this
Pastoria from whom the Wizard usurped it."
"That is true," acknowledged the Scarecrow,
humbly; "but Pastoria is now dead and gone, and some one must rule in his place."
"Pastoria had a daughter, who is the rightful heir to the throne of the Emerald City. Did you know that?"
questioned the Sorceress.
"No," replied the Scarecrow. "But if the girl still lives I will not stand in her way. It will satisfy me as well to
have Jinjur turned out, as an impostor, as to regain the throne myself. In fact, it isn't much fun to be King,
especially if one has good brains. I have known for some time that I am fitted to occupy a far more exalted
position. But where is the girl who owns the throne, and what is her name?"
"Her name is Ozma," answered Glinda. "But where she is I have tried in vain to discover. For the Wizard of
Oz, when he stole the throne from Ozma's father, hid the girl in some secret place; and by means of a magical
trick with which I am not familiar he also managed to prevent her being discovered even by so
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experienced a Sorceress as myself."
"That is strange," interrupted the WoggleBug, pompously. "I have been informed that the Wonderful
Wizard of Oz was nothing more than a humbug!"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, much provoked by this speech. "Didn't he give me a wonderful set of
brains?"
"There's no humbug about my heart," announced the Tin Woodman, glaring indignantly at the WoggleBug.
"Perhaps I was misinformed," stammered the Insect, shrinking back; "I never knew the Wizard personally."
"Well, we did," retorted the Scarecrow, "and he was a very great Wizard, I assure you. It is true he was guilty
of some slight impostures, but unless he was a great Wizard how let me ask could he have hidden this
girl Ozma so securely that no one can find her?"
"I I give it up!" replied the WoggleBug, meekly.
"That is the most sensible speech you've made," said the Tin Woodman.
"I must really make another effort to discover where this girl is hidden," resumed the Sorceress, thoughtfully.
"I have in my library a book in which is inscribed every action of the Wizard while he was in our land of Oz
or, at least, every action that could be observed by my spies. This book I will read carefully tonight, and
try to single out the acts that may guide us in discovering the lost Ozma. In
the meantime, pray amuse yourselves in my palace and command my servants as if they were your own. I
will grant you another audience tomorrow."
With this gracious speech Glinda dismissed the adventurers, and they wandered away through the beautiful
gardens, where they passed several hours enjoying all the delightful things with which the Queen of the
Southland had surrounded her royal palace.
On the following morning they again appeared before Glinda, who said to them:
"I have searched carefully through the records of the Wizard's actions, and among them I can find but three
that appear to have been suspicious. He ate beans with a knife, made three secret visits to old Mombi, and
limped slightly on his left foot."
"Ah! that last is certainly suspicious!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead.
"Not necessarily," said the Scarecrow. "he may, have had corns. Now, it seems to me his eating beans with a
knife is more suspicious."
"Perhaps it is a polite custom in Omaha, from which great country the Wizard originally came," suggested the
Tin Woodman.
"It may be," admitted the Scarecrow.
"But why," asked Glinda, "did he make three secret visits to old Mombi?"
"Ah! Why, indeed!" echoed the WoggleBug, impressively.
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"We know that the Wizard taught the old woman many of his tricks of magic," continued Glinda; "and this he
would not have done had she not assisted him in some way. So we may suspect with good reason that Mombi
aided him to hide the girl Ozma, who was the real heir to the throne of the Emerald City, and a constant
danger to the usurper. For, if the people knew that she lived, they would quickly make her their Queen and
restore her to her rightful position."
"An able argument!" cried the Scarecrow. "I have no doubt that Mombi was mixed up in this wicked
business. But how does that knowledge help us?"
"We must find Mombi," replied Glinda, "and force her to tell where the girl is hidden."
"Mombi is now with Queen Jinjur, in the Emerald, City" said Tip. "It was she who threw so many obstacles
in our pathway, and made Jinjur threaten to destroy my friends and give me back into the old witch's power."
"Then," decided Glinda, "I will march with my
army to the Emerald City, and take Mombi prisoner. After that we can, perhaps, force her to tell the truth
about Ozma."
"She is a terrible old woman!" remarked Tip, with a shudder at the thought of Mombi's black kettle; "and
obstinate, too."
"I am quite obstinate myself," returned the Sorceress, with a sweet smile. "so I do not fear Mombi in the least.
Today I will make all necessary preparations, and we will march upon the Emerald City at daybreak
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The Army of Glinda the Good looked very grand and imposing when it assembled at daybreak before the
palace gates. The uniforms of the girl soldiers were pretty and of gay colors, and their silvertipped spears
were bright and glistening, the long shafts being inlaid with motherofpearl. All the officers wore sharp,
gleaming swords, and shields edged with peacock feathers; and it really seemed that no foe could by any
possibility defeat such a brilliant army.
The Sorceress rode in a beautiful palanquin which was like the body of a coach, having doors and
windows with silken curtains; but instead of wheels, which a coach has, the palanquin rested upon two long,
horizontal bars, which were borne upon the shoulders of twelve servants.
The Scarecrow and his comrades decided to ride in the Gump, in order to keep up with the swift march of the
army; so, as soon as Glinda had started and her soldiers had marched away to the inspiring strains of music
played by the royal band, our friends climbed into the sofas and followed. The Gump flew along slowly at a
point directly over the palanquin in which rode the Sorceress.
"Be careful," said the
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Tin Woodman to the Scarecrow, who was leaning far over the side to look at the army below. "You might
fall."
"It wouldn't matter," remarked the educated WoggleBug. "he can't get broke so long as he is stuffed with
money."
"Didn't I ask you" began Tip, in a reproachful voice.
"You did!" said the WoggleBug, promptly. "And I beg your pardon. I will really try to restrain myself."
"You'd better," declared the boy. "That is, if you wish to travel in our company."
"Ah! I couldn't bear to part with you now," murmured the Insect, feelingly; so Tip let the subject drop.
The army moved steadily on, but night had fallen before they came to the walls of the Emerald City. By the
dim light of the new moon, however, Glinda's forces silently surrounded the city and pitched their tents of
scarlet silk upon the greensward. The tent of the Sorceress was larger than the others, and was composed of
pure white silk, with scarlet banners flying above it. A tent was also pitched for the Scarecrow's party; and
when these preparations had been made, with military precision and quickness, the army retired to rest.
Great was the amazement of Queen Jinjur next morning when her soldiers came running to inform her of the
vast army surrounding them. She at once climbed to a high tower of the royal palace and saw banners waving
in every direction and the great white tent of Glinda standing directly before the gates.
"We are surely lost!" cried Jinjur, in despair; "for how can our knitting needles avail against the long spears
and terrible swords of our foes?"
"The best thing we can do," said one of the girls, "is to surrender as quickly as possible, before we get hurt."
"Not so," returned Jinjur, more bravely. "The enemy is still outside the walls, so we must try to gain time by
engaging them in parley. Go you with a flag of truce to Glinda and ask her why she has dared to invade my
dominions, and what are her demands."
So the girl passed through the gates, bearing a white flag to show she was on a mission of peace, and came to
Glinda's tent. "Tell your Queen," said the Sorceress to the girl, "that she must deliver up to me old Mombi, to
be my prisoner. If this is done I will not molest her farther."
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Now when this message was delivered to the Queen it filled her with dismay, for Mombi was her chief
counsellor, and Jinjur was terribly afraid of the old hag. But she sent for Mombi, and told her what Glinda
had said.
"I see trouble ahead for all of us," muttered the old witch, after glancing into a magic mirror she carried in her
pocket. "But we may even yet escape by deceiving this sorceress, clever as she thinks herself."
"Don't you think it will be safer for me to deliver you into her hands?" asked Jinjur, nervously.
"If you do, it will cost you the throne of the Emerald City!" answered the witch, positively. "But if you will
let me have my own way, I can save us both very easily."
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"Then do as you please," replied Jinjur, "for it is so aristocratic to be a Queen that I do not wish to be obliged
to return home again, to make beds and wash dishes for my mother."
So Mombi called Jellia Jamb to her, and performed a certain magical rite with which she was familiar. As a
result of the enchantment Jellia took on the form and features of Mombi, while the old witch grew to
resemble the girl so closely that it seemed impossible anyone could guess the deception.
"Now," said old Mombi to the Queen, "let your soldiers deliver up this girl to Glinda. She will think she has
the real Mombi in her power, and so will return immediately to her own country in the South."
Therefore Jellia, hobbling along like an aged
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woman, was led from the city gates and taken before Glinda.
"Here is the person you demanded," said one of the guards, "and our Queen now begs you will go away, as
you promised, and leave us in peace."
"That I will surely do," replied Glinda, much pleased; "if this is really the person she seems to be."
"It is certainly old Mombi," said the guard, who believed she was speaking the truth; and then Jinjur's soldiers
returned within the city's gates.
The Sorceress quickly summoned the Scarecrow and his friends to her tent, and began to question the
supposed Mombi about the lost girl Ozma. But Jellia knew nothing at all of this affair, and presently she grew
so nervous under the questioning that she gave way and began to weep, to Glinda's great astonishment.
"Here is some foolish trickery!" said the Sorceress, her eyes flashing with anger. "This is not Mombi at all,
but some other person who has been made to resemble her! Tell me," she demanded, turning to the trembling
girl, "what is your name?"
This Jellia dared not tell, having been threatened with death by the witch if she confessed the fraud. But
Glinda, sweet and fair though she was, understood magic better than any other person in the Land of Oz. So,
by uttering a few potent words and making a peculiar gesture, she quickly transformed the girl into her proper
shape, while at the same time old Mombi, far away in Jinjur's palace, suddenly resumed her own crooked
form and evil features.
"Why, it's Jellia Jamb!" cried the Scarecrow, recognizing in the girl one of his old friends.
"It's our interpreter!" said the Pumpkinhead, smiling pleasantly.
Then Jellia was forced to tell of the trick Mombi
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had played and she also begged Glinda's protection, which the Sorceress readily granted. But Glinda was now
really angry, and sent word to Jinjur that the fraud was discovered and she must deliver up the real Mombi or
suffer terrible consequences. Jinjur was prepared for this message, for the witch well understood, when her
natural form was thrust upon her, that Glinda had discovered her trickery. But the wicked old creature had
already thought up a new deception, and had made Jinjur promise to carry it out. So the Queen said to
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Glinda's messenger:
"Tell your mistress that I cannot find Mombi anywhere, but that Glinda is welcome to enter the
city and search herself for the old woman. She may also bring her friends with her, if she likes; but if she
does not find Mombi by sundown, the Sorceress must promise to go away peaceably and bother us no more."
Glinda agreed to these terms, well knowing that Mombi was somewhere within the city walls. So Jinjur
caused the gates to be thrown open, and Glinda marched in at the head of a company of soldiers, followed by
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, while Jack Pumpkinhead rode astride the SawHorse, and the
Educated, Highly Magnified WoggleBug sauntered behind in a dignified manner. Tip walked by the side of
the Sorceress, for Glinda had conceived a great liking for the boy.
Of course old Mombi had no intention of being found by Glinda; so, while her enemies were marching up the
street, the witch transformed herself into a red rose growing upon a bush in the garden of the palace. It was a
clever idea, and a trick Glinda did not suspect; so several precious hours were spent in a vain search for
Mombi.
As sundown approached the Sorceress realized she had been defeated by the superior cunning of the aged
witch; so she gave the command to her people to march out of the city and back to their tents.
The Scarecrow and his comrades happened to be
searching in the garden of the palace just then, and they turned with disappointment to obey Glinda's
command. But before they left the garden the Tin Woodman, who was fond of flowers, chanced to espy a big
red rose growing upon a bush; so he plucked the flower and fastened it securely in the tin buttonhole of his tin
bosom.
As he did this he fancied he heard a low moan proceed from the rose; but he paid no attention to the sound,
and Mombi was thus carried out of the city and into Glinda's camp without anyone having a suspicion that
they had succeeded in their quest.
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The Witch was at first frightened at finding herself captured by the enemy; but soon she decided that she was
exactly as safe in the Tin Woodman's buttonhole as growing upon the bush. For no one knew the rose and
Mombi to be one, and now that she was without the gates of the City her chances of escaping altogether from
Glinda were much improved.
"But there is no hurry," thought Mombi. "I will wait awhile and enjoy the humiliation of this Sorceress when
she finds I have outwitted her." So throughout the night the rose lay quietly on the Woodman's bosom, and in
the morning, when Glinda summoned our friends to a consultation, Nick Chopper carried his pretty flower
with him to the white silk tent.
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"For some reason," said Glinda, "we have failed to find this cunning old Mombi; so I fear our expedition will
prove a failure. And for that I am sorry, because without our assistance little Ozma will never be rescued and
restored to her rightful position as Queen of the Emerald City"
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"Do not let us give up so easily," said the Pumpkinhead. "Let us do something else."
"Something else must really be done," replied Glinda, with a smile. "yet I cannot understand how I have been
defeated so easily by an old Witch who knows far less of magic than I do myself."
"While we are on the ground I believe it would be wise for us to conquer the Emerald City for Princess
Ozma, and find the girl afterward," said the Scarecrow." And while the girl remains hidden I will gladly rule
in her place, for I understand the business of ruling much better than Jinjur does."
"But I have promised not to molest Jinjur," objected Glinda.
"Suppose you all return with me to my kingdom or Empire, rather," said the Tin Woodman, politely
including the entire party in a royal wave of his arm. "It will give me great pleasure to entertain you in my
castle, where there is room enough and to spare. And if any of you wish to be nickel plated, my valet will do
it free of all expense."
While the Woodman was speaking Glinda's eyes had been noting the rose in his buttonhole, and now she
imagined she saw the big red leaves of the flower tremble slightly. This quickly aroused her suspicions, and
in a moment more the Sorceress had decided that the seeming rose was nothing else than a transformation of
old Mombi. At the same instant Mombi knew she was discovered and must quickly plan an escape, and as
transformations were easy to her she immediately took the form of a Shadow and glided along the wall of the
tent toward the entrance, thinking thus to disappear.
But Glinda had not only equal cunning, but far more experience than the Witch. So the Sorceress reached the
opening of the tent before the Shadow, and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so securely that
Mombi could not find a crack big
enough to creep through. The Scarecrow and his friends were greatly surprised at Glinda's actions; for none
of them had noted the Shadow. But the Sorceress said to them:
"Remain perfectly quiet, all of you! For the old Witch is even now with us in this tent, and I hope to capture
her."
These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly transformed herself from a shadow to a Black Ant, in which
shape she crawled along the ground, seeking a crack or crevice in which to hide her tiny body.
Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been pitched, being Just before the city gates, was hard and
smooth; and while the Ant still crawled about, Glinda discovered it and ran quickly forward to effect its
capture But, Just as her hand was descending, the Witch, now fairly frantic with fear, made her last
transformation, and in the form of a huge Griffin sprang through the wall of the tent tearing the silk
asunder in her rush and in a moment had darted away with the speed of a whirlwind.
Glinda did not hesitate to follow. She sprang upon the back of the SawHorse and cried:
"Now you shall prove that you have a right to be alive! Run run run!"
The SawHorse ran. Like a flash he followed the
Griffin, his wooden legs moving so fast that they twinkled like the rays of a star. Before our friends could
recover from their surprise both the Griffin and the SawHorse had dashed out of sight.
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"Come! Let us follow!" cried the Scarecrow.
They ran to the place where the Gump was lying and quickly tumbled aboard.
"Fly!" commanded Tip, eagerly.
"Where to?" asked the Gump, in its calm voice.
"I don't know," returned Tip, who was very nervous at the delay; "but if you will mount into the air I think we
can discover which way Glinda has gone."
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"Very well," returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great wings and mounted high into the air.
Far away, across the meadows, they could now see two tiny specks, speeding one after the other; and they
knew these specks must be the Griffin and the SawHorse. So Tip called the Gump's attention to them and
bade the creature try to overtake the Witch and the Sorceress. But, swift as was the Gump's flight, the pursued
and pursuer moved more swiftly yet, and within a few moments were blotted out against the dim horizon.
"Let us continue to follow them, nevertheless," said the Scarecrow. "for the Land of Oz is of small extent, and
sooner or later they must both come to a halt."
Old Mombi had thought herself very wise to choose the form of a Griffin, for its legs were exceedingly fleet
and its strength more enduring than that of other animals. But she had not reckoned on the untiring energy of
the Saw Horse, whose wooden limbs could run for days without slacking their speed. Therefore, after an
hour's hard running, the Griffin's breath began to fail, and it panted and gasped painfully, and moved more
slowly than before. Then it reached the edge of the desert and began racing across the deep sands. But its
tired feet sank far
into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward, completely exhausted, and lay still upon the
desert waste.
Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous SawHorse; and having unwound a slender golden
thread from her girdle the Sorceress threw it over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so
destroyed the magical power of Mombi's transformation.
For the animal, with one fierce shudder, disappeared from view, while in its place was discovered the form of
the old Witch, glaring savagely at the serene and beautiful face of the Sorceress.
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Princess Ozma of Oz
"You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any longer," said Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice.
"Lie still a moment, and rest yourself, and then I will carry you back to my tent."
"Why do you seek me?" asked Mombi, still scarce able to speak plainly for lack of breath. "What have I done
to you, to be so persecuted?"
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"You have done nothing to me," answered the gentle Sorceress; "but I suspect you have been guilty of several
wicked actions; and if I find it is true that you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend to punish
you severely."
"I defy you!" croaked the old hag. "You dare not harm me!"
Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted upon the desert sands beside Glinda. Our friends
were delighted to find that Mombi had finally been captured, and after a hurried consultation it was decided
they should all return to the camp in the Gump. So the SawHorse was tossed aboard, and then Glinda still
holding an end of the golden thread that was around Mombi's neck, forced her prisoner to climb into the
sofas. The others now followed, and Tip gave the word to the Gump to return.
The Journey was made in safety, Mombi sitting in her place with a grim and sullen air; for the old hag was
absolutely helpless so long as the magical thread encircled her throat. The army hailed Glinda's return with
loud cheers, and the party of friends soon gathered again in the royal tent, which had been neatly repaired
during their absence.
"Now," said the Sorceress to Mombi, "I want you to tell us why the Wonderful Wizard of Oz paid you three
visits, and what became of the child, Ozma, which so curiously disappeared."
The Witch looked at Glinda defiantly, but said not a word.
"Answer me!" cried the Sorceress.
But still Mombi remained silent.
"Perhaps she doesn't know," remarked Jack.
"I beg you will keep quiet," said Tip. "You might spoil everything with your foolishness."
"Very well, dear father!" returned the Pumpkinhead, meekly.
"How glad I am to be a WoggleBug!" murmured the Highly Magnified Insect, softly. "No one can expect
wisdom to flow from a pumpkin."
"Well," said the Scarecrow, "what shall we do to make Mombi speak? Unless she tells us what we wish to
know her capture will do us no good at all."
"Suppose we try kindness," suggested the Tin Woodman. "I've heard that anyone can be conquered with
kindness, no matter how ugly they may be."
At this the Witch turned to glare upon him so horribly that the Tin Woodman shrank back abashed.
Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned to Mombi and said:
"You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I am determined to learn the truth about the girl
Ozma, and unless you tell me all that you know, I will certainly put you to death."
"Oh, no! Don't do that!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "It would be an awful thing to kill anyone even old
Mombi!"
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"But it is merely a threat," returned Glinda. "I shall not put Mombi to death, because she will prefer to tell me
the truth."
"Oh, I see!" said the tin man, much relieved.
"Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,". said Mombi, speaking so suddenly that she startled them all.
"What will you do with me then?"
"In that case," replied Glinda, "I shall merely ask you to drink a powerful draught which will cause you to
forget all the magic you have ever learned."
"Then I would become a helpless old woman!"
"But you would be alive," suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly.
"Do try to keep silent!" said Tip, nervously.
"I'll try," responded Jack; "but you will admit that it's a good thing to be alive."
"Especially if one happens to be Thoroughly Educated," added the WoggleBug, nodding approval.
"You may make your choice," Glinda said to old Mombi, "between death if you remain silent, and the loss of
your magical powers if you tell me the truth. But I think you will prefer to live.
Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was in earnest, and not to be trifled with. So
she replied, slowly:
"I will answer your questions."
"That is what I expected," said Glinda, pleasantly. "You have chosen wisely, I assure you."
She then motioned to one of her Captains, who brought her a beautiful golden casket. From this
the Sorceress drew an immense white pearl, attached to a slender chain which she placed around her neck in
such a way that the pearl rested upon her bosom, directly over her heart.
"Now," said she, "I will ask my first question: Why did the Wizard pay you three visits?"
"Because I would not come to him," answered Mombi.
"That is no answer," said Glinda, sternly. "Tell me the truth."
"Well," returned Mombi, with downcast eyes, "he visited me to learn the way I make teabiscuits."
"Look up!" commanded the Sorceress.
Mombi obeyed.
"What is the color of my pearl?" demanded Glinda.
"Why it is black!" replied the old Witch, in a tone of wonder.
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"Then you have told me a falsehood!" cried Glinda, angrily. "Only when the truth is spoken will my magic
pearl remain a pure white in color."
Mombi now saw how useless it was to try to deceive the Sorceress; so she said, meanwhile scowling at her
defeat:
"The Wizard brought to me the girl Ozma, who was then no more than a baby, and begged me to conceal the
child."
"That is what I thought," declared Glinda, calmly. "What did he give you for thus serving him?"
"He taught me all the magical tricks he knew. Some were good tricks, and some were only frauds; but I have
remained faithful to my promise."
"What did you do with the girl?" asked Glinda; and at this question everyone bent forward and listened
eagerly for the reply.
"I enchanted her," answered Mombi.
"In what way?"
"I transformed her into into "
"Into what?" demanded Glinda, as the Witch hesitated.
"Into a boy!" said Mombi, in a low tone."
A boy!" echoed every voice; and then, because they knew that this old woman had reared Tip from
childhood, all eyes were turned to where the boy stood.
"Yes," said the old Witch, nodding her head; "that is the Princess Ozma the child brought to me by the
Wizard who stole her father's throne. That is the rightful ruler of the Emerald City!" and she pointed her long
bony finger straight at the boy.
"I!" cried Tip, in amazement. "Why, I'm no Princess Ozma I'm not a girl!"
Glinda smiled, and going to Tip she took his small brown hand within her dainty white one.
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MOMBI POINTED HER LONG, BONY FINGER AT THE BOY
"You are not a girl just now" said she, gently, "because Mombi transformed you into a boy. But you were
born a girl, and also a Princess; so you must resume your proper form, that you may become Queen of the
Emerald City."
"Oh, let Jinjur be the Queen!" exclaimed Tip, ready to cry. "I want to stay a boy, and travel with the
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and the Woggle Bug, and Jack yes! and my friend the SawHorse
and the Gump! I don't want to be a girl!"
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"Never mind, old chap," said the Tin Woodman, soothingly; "it don't hurt to be a girl, I'm told; and we will all
remain your faithful friends just the same. And, to be honest with you, I've always considered girls nicer than
boys."
"They're just as nice, anyway," added the Scarecrow, patting Tip affectionately upon the head.
"And they are equally good students," proclaimed the WoggleBug. "I should like to become your tutor,
when you are transformed into a girl again."
"But see here!" said Jack Pumpkinhead, with a gasp: "if you become a girl, you can't be my dear father
any more!"
"No," answered Tip, laughing in spite of his anxiety. "and I shall not be sorry to escape the relationship."
Then he added, hesitatingly, as he turned to
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Glinda: "I might try it for awhile,just to see how it seems, you know. But if I don't like being a girl you must
promise to change me into a boy again."
"Really," said the Sorceress, "that is beyond my magic. I never deal in transformations, for they are not
honest, and no respectable sorceress likes to make things appear to be what they are not. Only unscrupulous
witches use the art, and therefore I must ask Mombi to effect your release from her charm, and restore you to
your proper form. It will be the last opportunity she will have to practice magic."
Now that the truth about Princes Ozma had been discovered, Mombi did not care what became of Tip; but
she feared Glinda's anger, and the boy generously promised to provide for Mombi in her old age if he became
the ruler of the Emerald City. So the Witch consented to effect the transformation, and preparations for the
event were at once made.
Glinda ordered her own royal couch to be placed in the center of the tent. It was piled high with cushions
covered with rosecolored silk, and from a golden railing above hung many folds of pink gossamer,
completely concealing the interior of the couch.
The first act of the Witch was to make the boy drink a potion which quickly sent him into a deep and
dreamless sleep. Then the Tin Woodman and the WoggleBug bore him gently to the couch, placed him
upon the soft cushions, and drew the gossamer hangings to shut him from all earthly view.
The Witch squatted upon the ground and kindled a tiny fire of dried herbs, which she drew from her bosom.
When the blaze shot up and burned clearly old Mombi scattered a handful of magical powder over the fire,
which straightway gave off a rich violet vapor, filling all the tent with its fragrance and forcing the
SawHorse to sneeze although he had been warned to keep quiet.
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Then, while the others watched her curiously, the hag chanted a rhythmical verse in words which no one
understood, and bent her lean body seven times back and forth over the fire. And now the incantation seemed
complete, for the Witch stood upright and cried the one word "Yeowa!" in a loud voice.
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The vapor floated away; the atmosphere became, clear again; a whiff of fresh air filled the tent, and the pink
curtains of the couch trembled slightly, as if stirred from within.
Glinda walked to the canopy and parted the silken hangings. Then she bent over the cushions, reached out her
hand, and from the couch arose the form of a young girl, fresh and beautiful as a May morning. Her eyes
sparkled as two diamonds, and her lips were tinted like a tourmaline. All adown her back floated tresses of
ruddy gold, with a slender jeweled circlet confining them at the brow. Her robes of silken gauze floated
around her like a cloud, and dainty satin slippers shod her feet.
At this exquisite vision Tip's old comrades stared in wonder for the space of a full minute, and then every
head bent low in honest admiration of the lovely Princess Ozma. The girl herself cast one look into Glinda's
bright face, which glowed with pleasure and satisfaction, and then turned upon the
others. Speaking the words with sweet diffidence, she said:
"I hope none of you will care less for me than you did before. I'm just the same Tip, you know; only only
"
"Only you're different!" said the Pumpkinhead; and everyone thought it was the wisest speech he had ever
made.
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When the wonderful tidings reached the ears of Queen Jinjur how Mombi the Witch had been captured;
how she had confessed her crime to Glinda; and how the longlost Princess Ozma had been discovered in no
less a personage than the boy Tip she wept real tears of grief and despair.
"To think," she moaned, "that after having ruled as Queen, and lived in a palace, I must go back to scrubbing
floors and churning butter again! It is too horrible to think of! I will never consent!"
So when her soldiers, who spent most of their time making fudge in the palace kitchens, counseled Jinjur to
resist, she listened to their foolish prattle and sent a sharp defiance to Glinda the Good and the Princess
Ozma. The result was a declaration of war, and the very next day Glinda marched upon the Emerald City
with pennants flying and bands playing,
and a forest of shining spears, sparkling brightly beneath the sun's rays.
But when it came to the walls this brave assembly made a sudden halt; for Jinjur had closed and barred every
gateway, and the walls of the Emerald City were builded high and thick with many blocks of green marble.
Finding her advance thus baffled, Glinda bent her brows in deep thought, while the WoggleBug said, in his
most positive tone:
"We must lay siege to the city, and starve it into submission. It is the only thing we can do."
"Not so," answered the Scarecrow. "We still have the Gump, and the Gump can still fly"
The Sorceress turned quickly at this speech, and her face now wore a bright smile.
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"You are right," she exclaimed, "and certainly have reason to be proud of your brains. Let us go to the Gump
at once!"
So they passed through the ranks of the army until they came to the place, near the Scarecrow's tent, where
the Gump lay. Glinda and Princess Ozma mounted first, and sat upon the sofas. Then the Scarecrow and his
friends climbed aboard, and still there was room for a Captain and three soldiers, which Glinda considered
sufficient for a guard.
Now, at a word from the Princess, the queer
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Thing they had called the Gump flopped its palmleaf wings and rose into the air, carrying the party of
adventurers high above the walls. They hovered over the palace, and soon perceived Jinjur reclining in a
hammock in the courtyard, where she was comfortably reading a novel with a green cover and eating green
chocolates, confident that the walls would protect her from her enemies. Obeying a quick command, the
Gump alighted safely in this very courtyard, and before Jinjur had time to do more than scream, the Captain
and three soldiers
leaped out and made the former Queen a prisoner, locking strong chains upon both her wrists.
That act really ended the war; for the Army of Revolt submitted as soon as they knew Jinjur to be a captive,
and the Captain marched in safety through the streets and up to the gates of the city, which she threw wide
open. Then the bands played their most stirring music while Glinda's army marched into the city, and heralds
proclaimed the conquest of the audacious Jinjur and the accession of the beautiful Princess Ozma to the
throne of her royal ancestors.
At once the men of the Emerald City cast off their aprons. And it is said that the women were so tired eating
of their husbands' cooking that they
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all hailed the conquest of Jinjur with Joy. Certain it is that, rushing one and all to the kitchens of their houses,
the good wives prepared so delicious a feast for the weary men that harmony was immediately restored in
every family.
Ozma's first act was to oblige the Army of Revolt to return to her every emerald or other gem stolen from the
public streets and buildings; and so great was the number of precious stones picked from their settings by
these vain girls, that every one of the royal jewelers worked steadily for more than a month to replace them in
their settings.
Meanwhile the Army of Revolt was disbanded and the girls sent home to their mothers. On promise of good
behavior Jinjur was likewise released.
Ozma made the loveliest Queen the Emerald City had ever known; and, although she was so young and
inexperienced, she ruled her people with wisdom and Justice. For Glinda gave her good advice on all
occasions; and the Woggle Bug, who was appointed to the important post of Public Educator, was quite
helpful to Ozma when her royal duties grew perplexing.
The girl, in her gratitude to the Gump for its services, offered the creature any reward it might name.
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"Then," replied the Gump, "please take me to pieces. I did not wish to be brought to life, and I am greatly
ashamed of my conglomerate personality. Once I was a monarch of the forest, as my antlers fully prove; but
now, in my present upholstered condition of servitude, I am compelled to fly through the air my legs
being of no use to me whatever. Therefore I beg to be dispersed."
So Ozma ordered the Gump taken apart. The antlered head was again hung over the mantlepiece in the hall,
and the sofas were untied and placed in the reception parlors. The broom tail resumed its accustomed duties
in the kitchen, and finally, the Scarecrow replaced all the clotheslines and ropes on the pegs from which he
had taken them on the eventful day when the Thing was constructed.
You might think that was the end of the Gump; and so it was, as a flying machine. But the head over the
mantlepiece continued to talk whenever it took a notion to do so, and it frequently startled, with its abrupt
questions, the people who waited in the hall for an audience with the Queen.
The SawHorse, being Ozma's personal property, was tenderly cared for; and often she rode the queer
creature along the streets of the Emerald City. She had its wooden legs shod with gold, to keep them
from wearing out, and the tinkle of these golden shoes upon the pavement always filled the Queen's subjects
with awe as they thought upon this evidence of her magical powers.
"The Wonderful Wizard was never so wonderful as Queen Ozma," the people said to one another, in
whispers; "for he claimed to do many things he could not do; whereas our new Queen does many things no
one would ever expect her to accomplish."
Jack Pumpkinhead remained with Ozma to the end of his days; and he did not spoil as soon as he had feared,
although he always remained as stupid as ever. The WoggleBug tried to teach him several arts and sciences;
but Jack was so poor a student that any attempt to educate him was soon abandoned.
After Glinda's army had marched back home, and peace was restored to the Emerald City, the Tin Woodman
announced his intention to return to his own Kingdom of the Winkies.
"It isn't a very big Kingdom," said he to Ozma, "but for that very reason it is easier to rule; and I have called
myself an Emperor because I am an Absolute Monarch, and no one interferes in any way with my conduct of
public or personal affairs. When I get home I shall have a new coat of nickel plate; for I have become
somewhat marred and scratched lately;
and then I shall be glad to have you pay me a visit."
"Thank you," replied Ozma. "Some day I may accept the invitation. But what is to become of the
Scarecrow?"
"I shall return with my friend the Tin Woodman," said the stuffed one, seriously. "We have decided never to
be parted in the future."
"And I have made the Scarecrow my Royal Treasurer," explained the Tin Woodman." For it has occurred to
me that it is a good thing to have a Royal Treasurer who is made of money. What do you think?"
"I think," said the little Queen, smiling, "that your friend must be the richest man in all the world."
"I am," returned the Scarecrow. "but not on account of my money. For I consider brains far superior to
money, in every way. You may have noticed that if one has money without brains, he cannot use it to
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advantage; but if one has brains without money, they will enable him to live comfortably to the end of his
days."
"At the same time," declared the Tin Woodman, "you must acknowledge that a good heart is a thing that
brains can not create, and that money can not buy. Perhaps, after all, it is I who am the richest man in all the
world."
"You are both rich, my friends," said Ozma, gently; "and your riches are the only riches worth having the
riches of content!"
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