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Title: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Author: L. Frank Baum

Illustrator: W. W. Denslow
Release date: October 12, 2013 [eBook #43936]
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Language: English

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INTRODUCTION.

Folk lore, legends, myths and fairy tales have followed
childhood through the ages, for every healthy youngster has a
wholesome and instinctive love for stories fantastic, marvelous

and manifestly unreal. The winged fairies of Grimm and
Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than
all other human creations.
Yet the old-time fairy tale, having served for generations, may
now be classed as "historical" in the children's library; for the
time has come for a series of newer "wonder tales" in which the
stereotyped genie, dwarf and fairy are eliminated, together with
all the horrible and blood-curdling incident devised by their
authors to point a fearsome moral to each tale. Modern
education includes morality; therefore the modern child seeks
only entertainment in its wonder-tales and gladly dispenses with
all disagreeable incident.
Having this thought in mind, the story of "The
Wonderful Wizard of Oz" was written solely to
pleasure children of today. It aspires to being a
modernized fairy tale, in which the wonderment
and joy are retained and the heart-aches and
nightmares are left out.
L. Frank Baum.

Chicago, April, 1900.

LIST OF CHAPTERS.

CHAPTER I.—The Cyclone.
CHAPTER II.—The Council with The Munchkins.
CHAPTER III.—How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow.
CHAPTER IV.—The Road Through the Forest.

CHAPTER V.—The Rescue of the Tin Woodman.
CHAPTER VI.—The Cowardly Lion.
CHAPTER VII.—The Journey to The Great Oz.
CHAPTER VIII.—The Deadly Poppy Field.
CHAPTER IX.—The Queen of the Field Mice.
CHAPTER X.—The Guardian of the Gates.
CHAPTER XI.—The Wonderful Emerald City of
Oz.
CHAPTER XII.—The Search for the Wicked
Witch.
CHAPTER XIII.—How the Four were Reunited.
CHAPTER XIV.—The Winged Monkeys.
CHAPTER XV.—The Discovery of Oz the
Terrible.
CHAPTER XVI.—The Magic Art of the Great
Humbug.
CHAPTER XVII.—How the Balloon was Launched.
CHAPTER XVIII.—Away to the South.
CHAPTER XIX.—Attacked by the Fighting Trees.
CHAPTER XX.—The Dainty China Country.
CHAPTER XXI.—The Lion Becomes the King of
Beasts.
CHAPTER XXII.—The Country of the Quadlings.
CHAPTER XXIII.—The Good Witch grants
Dorothy's Wish.
CHAPTER XXIV.—Home Again.

lived in the midst of the
great Kansas prairies,
with Uncle Henry, who
was a farmer, and Aunt
Em, who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small, for
the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many
miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which
made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cooking stove, a
cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle
Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and
Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no
garret at all, and no cellar—except a small hole, dug in
the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family
could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose,
mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was
reached by a trap-door in the middle of the floor, from
which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.

"She caught Toto by the ear."

When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see
nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house
broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached the edge of the sky in
all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with

little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun
had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color
to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun
blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as
dull and gray as everything else.
When Aunt Em came there to live
she was a young, pretty wife. The
sun and wind had changed her, too.
They had taken the sparkle from her
eyes and left them a sober gray;
they had taken the red from her
cheeks and lips, and they were gray
also. She was thin and gaunt, and
never smiled, now. When Dorothy,
who was an orphan, first came to
her, Aunt Em had been so startled
by the child's laughter that she
would scream and press her hand
upon her heart whenever Dorothy's

merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the little girl with
wonder that she could find anything to laugh at.
Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and
did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his
rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray
as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog,
with long, silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either

side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played
with him, and loved him dearly.
To-day, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the door-
step and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual.
Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too.
Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry
and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the
coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south,
and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming
from that direction also.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
"There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his wife; "I'll go look after
the stock." Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were
kept.
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of
the danger close at hand.
"Quick, Dorothy!" she screamed; "run for the cellar!"
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl
started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap-door in
the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Dorothy
caught Toto at last, and started to follow her aunt. When she was half way
across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house
shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the
floor.
A strange thing then happened.
The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the
air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.
The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the
exact center of the cyclone. In the middle of a cyclone the air is generally

still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it
up higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the cyclone; and there
it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could
carry a feather.
It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy
found she was riding quite easily. After the first few whirls around, and
one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being
rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle.
Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now there, barking
loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what
would happen.

Once Toto got too near the open trap-door, and fell in; and at first the little
girl thought she had lost him. But soon she saw one of his ears sticking up
through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up so
that he could not fall. She crept to the hole, caught Toto by the ear, and
dragged him into the room again; afterward closing the trap-door so that
no more accidents could happen.
Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but
she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she
nearly became deaf. At first she had wondered if she would be dashed to
pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed and nothing
terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and
see what the future would bring. At last she crawled over the swaying
floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down

beside her.
In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy
soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

was awakened by a shock,
so sudden and severe that if
Dorothy had not been lying
on the soft bed she might have been hurt.
As it was, the jar made her catch her breath
and wonder what had happened; and Toto
put his cold little nose into her face and
whined dismally. Dorothy sat up and
noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright
sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from
her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.
The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes
growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.
The cyclone had set the house down, very gently—for a cyclone—in the
midst of a country of marvelous beauty. There were lovely patches of
green sward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits.

Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and
brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes. A little way
off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between green banks,
and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so
long on the dry, gray prairies.
While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she
noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever
seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to;
but neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall as
Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so
far as looks go, many years older.

"I am the Witch of the North."

Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. They wore
round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with little
bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved. The hats of the
men were blue; the little woman's hat was white, and she wore a white
gown that hung in plaits from her shoulders; over it were sprinkled little
stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds. The men were dressed in
blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well polished boots with a
deep roll of blue at the tops. The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old
as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards. But the little woman was
doubtless much older: her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was
nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly.

When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in
the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to

come farther. But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low
bow and said, in a sweet voice,
"You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins.
We are so grateful to you for having killed the wicked Witch of the East,
and for setting our people free from bondage."
Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder. What could the little woman
possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the
wicked Witch of the East? Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl,
who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home; and she had
never killed anything in all her life.
But the little woman evidently
expected her to answer; so
Dorothy said, with hesitation,
"You are very kind; but there
must be some mistake. I have
not killed anything."
"Your house did, anyway,"
replied the little old woman,
with a laugh; "and that is the
same thing. See!" she
continued, pointing to the
corner of the house; "there are
her two toes, still sticking out
from under a block of wood."

Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright. There, indeed, just under
the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking
out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in
dismay; "the house must have fallen on her. What ever shall we do?"
"There is nothing to be done," said the little woman, calmly.

"But who was she?" asked Dorothy.
"She was the wicked Witch of the East, as I said," answered the little
woman. "She has held all the Munchkins in bondage for many years,
making them slave for her night and day. Now they are all set free, and are
grateful to you for the favour."
"Who are the Munchkins?" enquired
Dorothy.
"They are the people who live in this
land of the East, where
the wicked Witch
ruled."
"Are you a Munchkin?"

asked Dorothy.
"No; but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North. When
they saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift
messenger to me, and I came at once. I am the Witch of the North."
"Oh, gracious!" cried Dorothy; "are you a real witch?"
"Yes, indeed;" answered the little woman. "But I am a good witch, and the
people love me. I am not as powerful as the wicked Witch was who ruled
here, or I should have set the people free myself."
"But I thought all witches were wicked," said the girl, who was half
frightened at facing a real witch.
"Oh, no; that is a great mistake. There were only four witches in all the
Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and the South,
are good witches. I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and

cannot be mistaken. Those who dwelt in the East and the West were,
indeed, wicked witches; but now that you have killed one of them, there is
but one wicked Witch in all the Land of Oz—the one who lives in the
West."
"But," said Dorothy, after a moment's thought, "Aunt Em has told me that
the witches were all dead—years and years ago."
"Who is Aunt Em?" inquired the little old woman.
"She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came from."
The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, with her head bowed
and her eyes upon the ground. Then she looked up and said,
"I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country
mentioned before. But tell me, is it a civilized country?"
"Oh, yes;" replied Dorothy.
"Then that accounts for it. In the civilized countries I believe there are no
witches left; nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the
Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of
the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us."
"Who are the Wizards?" asked Dorothy.
"Oz himself is the Great Wizard," answered the Witch, sinking her voice to
a whisper. "He is more powerful than all the rest of us together. He lives in
the City of Emeralds."
Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then the Munchkins,
who had been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the
corner of the house where the Wicked Witch had been lying.

"What is it?" asked the
little old woman; and
looked, and began to
laugh. The feet of the
dead Witch had
disappeared entirely and
nothing was left but the
silver shoes.
"She was so old,"
explained the Witch of
the North, "that she
dried up quickly in the

sun. That is the end of
her. But the silver shoes
are yours, and you shall
have them to wear." She
reached down and
picked up the shoes, and after shaking the
dust out of them handed them to Dorothy.
"The Witch of the East was proud of
those silver shoes," said one of the
Munchkins; "and there is some charm connected with them; but what it is
we never knew."
Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table.
Then she came out again to the Munchkins and said,
"I am anxious to get back to my Aunt and Uncle, for I am sure they will
worry about me. Can you help me find my way?"
The Munchkins and the Witch first looked at one another, and then at
Dorothy, and then shook their heads.
"At the East, not far from here," said one, "there is a great desert, and none
could live to cross it."
"It is the same at the South," said another, "for I have been there and seen
it. The South is the country of the Quadlings."
"I am told," said the third man, "that it is the same at the West. And that
country, where the Winkies live, is ruled by the wicked Witch of the West,
who would make you her slave if you passed her way."
"The North is my home," said the old lady, "and at its edge is the same
great desert that surrounds this land of Oz. I'm afraid, my dear, you will
have to live with us."
Dorothy began to sob, at this, for she felt lonely among all these strange
people. Her tears seemed to grieve the kind-hearted Munchkins, for they
immediately took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also. As for
the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced the point on the

end of her nose, while she counted "one, two, three" in a solemn voice. At
once the cap changed to a slate, on which was written in big, white chalk
marks:

"let dorothy go to the city of emeralds."
The little old woman took the slate from her nose, and,
having read the words on it, asked,
"Is your name Dorothy, my dear?"

"Yes," answered the child, looking up and drying her tears.
"Then you must go to the City of Emeralds. Perhaps Oz will help you."
"Where is this City?" asked Dorothy.
"It is exactly in the center of the country, and is ruled by Oz, the Great
Wizard I told you of."

"Is he a good man?" enquired the girl, anxiously.
"He is a good Wizard. Whether he is a man or not I cannot tell, for I have
never seen him."
"How can I get there?" asked Dorothy.
"You must walk. It is a long journey, through a country that is sometimes
pleasant and sometimes dark and terrible. However, I will use all the
magic arts I know of to keep you from harm."
"Won't you go with me?" pleaded the girl, who had begun to look upon the
little old woman as her only friend.

"No, I cannot do that," she
replied; "but I will give you
my kiss, and no one will
dare injure a person who
has been kissed by the
Witch of the North."
She came close to Dorothy
and kissed her gently on the
forehead. Where her lips
touched the girl they left a
round, shining mark, as
Dorothy found out soon
after.
"The road to the City of
Emeralds is paved with
yellow brick," said the
Witch; "so you cannot miss it. When you get to Oz do not be afraid of
him, but tell your story and ask him to help you. Good-bye, my dear."
The three Munchkins bowed low to her and wished her a pleasant journey,
after which they walked away through the trees. The Witch gave Dorothy
a friendly little nod, whirled around on her left heel three times, and
straightway disappeared, much to the surprise of little Toto, who barked
after her loudly enough when she had gone, because he had been afraid
even to growl while she stood by.
But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear in
just that way, and was not surprised in the least.

Dorothy was left alone
she began to feel
hungry. So she went to the cupboard and
cut herself some bread, which she spread
with butter. She gave some to Toto, and
taking a pail from the shelf she carried it
down to the little brook and filled it with
clear, sparkling water. Toto ran over to the
trees and began to bark at the birds sitting there. Dorothy went to get him,
and saw such delicious fruit hanging from the branches that she gathered
some of it, finding it just what she wanted to help out her breakfast.
Then she went back to the house, and having helped herself and Toto to a
good drink of the cool, clear water, she set about making ready for the
journey to the City of Emeralds.
Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened to be clean and was
hanging on a peg beside her bed. It was gingham, with checks of white
and blue; and although the blue was somewhat faded with many washings,
it was still a pretty frock. The girl washed herself carefully, dressed herself
in the clean gingham, and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head. She took a
little basket and filled it with bread from the cupboard, laying a white
cloth over the top. Then she looked down at her feet and noticed how old
and worn her shoes were.
"They surely will never do for a long journey, Toto," she said. And Toto
looked up into her face with his little black eyes and wagged his tail to
show he knew what she meant.
At that moment Dorothy saw lying on the table the silver shoes that had
belonged to the Witch of the East.

"I wonder if they will fit me," she said to Toto. "They would be just the
thing to take a long walk in, for they could not wear out."
She took off her old leather shoes and tried on the silver ones, which fitted
her as well as if they had been made for her.
Finally she picked up her basket.

"Come along, Toto," she said, "we will go to the Emerald City and ask the
great Oz how to get back to Kansas again."

She closed the door, locked it, and put the key carefully in the pocket of
her dress. And so, with Toto trotting along soberly behind her, she started
on her journey.
There were several roads near by, but it did not take her long to find the
one paved with yellow brick. Within a short time she was walking briskly
toward the Emerald City, her silver shoes tinkling merrily on the hard,
yellow roadbed. The sun shone bright and the birds sang sweet and
Dorothy did not feel nearly as bad as you might think a little girl would
who had been suddenly whisked away from
her own country and set down in the midst of
a strange land.
She was surprised, as she walked
along, to see how pretty the country
was about her. There were neat
fences at the sides of the road,
painted a dainty blue color, and

beyond them were fields of grain and vegetables in abundance. Evidently
the Munchkins were good farmers and able to raise large crops. Once in a
while she would pass a house, and the people came out to look at her and
bow low as she went by; for everyone knew she had been the means of
destroying the wicked witch and setting them free from bondage. The
houses of the Munchkins were odd looking dwellings, for each was round,
with a big dome for a roof. All were painted blue, for in this country of the
East blue was the favorite color.
Towards evening, when Dorothy was tired with her long walk and began
to wonder where she should pass the night, she came to a house rather
larger than the rest. On the green lawn before it many men and women
were dancing. Five little fiddlers played as loudly as possible and the
people were laughing and singing, while a big table near by was loaded
with delicious fruits and nuts, pies and cakes, and many other good things
to eat.

The people greeted Dorothy kindly, and invited her to supper and to pass
the night with them; for this was the home of one of the richest Munchkins
in the land, and his friends were gathered with him to celebrate their
freedom from the bondage of the wicked witch.
Dorothy ate a hearty supper and was waited upon by the rich Munchkin
himself, whose name was Boq. Then she sat down upon a settee and
watched the people dance.
When Boq saw her silver shoes he said,
"You must be a great sorceress."
"Why?" asked the girl.
"Because you wear silver shoes and have killed the wicked witch. Besides,
you have white in your frock, and only witches and sorceresses wear
white."

"You must be a great sorceress."

"My dress is blue and white checked," said Dorothy, smoothing out the
wrinkles in it.
"It is kind of you to wear that," said Boq. "Blue is the color of the
Munchkins, and white is the witch color; so we know you are a friendly
witch."

Dorothy did not know what to say to this, for
all the people seemed to think her a witch, and

she knew very well she was only an ordinary
little girl who had come by the chance of a
cyclone into a strange land.
When she had tired watching the dancing, Boq
led her into the house, where he gave her a
room with a pretty bed in it. The sheets were
made of blue cloth, and Dorothy slept soundly
in them till morning, with Toto curled up on
the blue rug beside her.
She ate a hearty breakfast, and watched a wee
Munchkin baby, who played with Toto and
pulled his tail and crowed and laughed
in a way that greatly amused Dorothy.
Toto was a fine curiosity to all the
people, for they had
never seen a dog before.
"How far is it to the
Emerald City?" the girl
asked.
"I do not know,"
answered Boq, gravely,
"for I have never been there. It is better for people to keep away from Oz,
unless they have business with him. But it is a long way to the Emerald
City, and it will take you many days. The country here is rich and pleasant,
but you must pass through rough and dangerous places before you reach
the end of your journey."
This worried Dorothy a little, but she knew that only the great Oz could
help her get to Kansas again, so she bravely resolved not to turn back.
She bade her friends good-bye, and again started along the road of yellow
brick. When she had gone several miles she thought she would stop to rest,
and so climbed to the top of the fence beside the road and sat down. There

was a great cornfield beyond the fence, and not far away she saw a
Scarecrow, placed high on a pole to keep the birds from the ripe corn.
Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed thoughtfully at the
Scarecrow. Its head was a small sack stuffed with straw, with eyes, nose
and mouth painted on it to represent a face. An old, pointed blue hat, that
had belonged to some Munchkin, was perched on this head, and the rest of
the figure was a blue suit of clothes, worn and faded, which had also been
stuffed with straw. On the feet were some old boots with blue tops, such as
every man wore in this country, and the figure was raised above the stalks
of corn by means of the pole stuck up its back.

"Dorothy gazed thoughtfully at the Scarecrow."

While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, painted face of the
Scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at her.
She thought she must have been mistaken, at first, for none of the
scarecrows in Kansas ever wink; but presently the figure nodded its head
to her in a friendly way. Then she climbed down from the fence and
walked up to it, while Toto ran around the pole and barked.
"Good day," said the Scarecrow, in a rather husky voice.
"Did you speak?" asked the girl, in wonder.
"Certainly," answered the Scarecrow; "how do you do?"
"I'm pretty well, thank you," replied Dorothy, politely; "how do you do?"
"I'm not feeling well," said the Scarecrow, with a smile, "for it is very
tedious being perched up here night and day to scare away crows."
"Can't you get down?" asked Dorothy.
"No, for this pole is stuck up my back. If you will please take away the
pole I shall be greatly obliged to you."
Dorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure off the pole; for, being
stuffed with straw, it was quite light.
"Thank you very much," said the Scarecrow, when he had been set down
on the ground. "I feel like a new man."
Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man
speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.
"Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow, when he had stretched himself and
yawned, "and where are you going?"

"My name is Dorothy," said the
girl, "and I am going to the
Emerald City, to ask the great Oz
to send me back to
Kansas."
"Where is the Emerald
City?" he enquired; "and
who is Oz?"
"Why, don't you know?"
she returned, in surprise.

"No, indeed; I don't know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no
brains at all," he answered, sadly.
"Oh," said Dorothy; "I'm awfully sorry for you."
"Do you think," he asked, "If I go to the Emerald City with you, that the
great Oz would give me some brains?"
"I cannot tell," she returned; "but you may come with me, if you like. If
Oz will not give you any brains you will be no worse off than you are
now."
"That is true," said the Scarecrow. "You see," he continued, confidentially,
"I don't mind my legs and arms and body being stuffed, because I cannot
get hurt. If anyone treads on my toes or sticks a pin into me, it doesn't
matter, for I cant feel it. But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if
my head stays stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how
am I ever to know anything?"
"I understand how you feel," said the little girl, who was truly sorry for
him. "If you will come with me I'll ask Oz to do all he can for you."
"Thank you," he answered, gratefully.
They walked back to the road, Dorothy helped him over the fence, and
they started along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.
Toto did not like this addition to the party, at first. He smelled around the
stuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest of rats in the straw,
and he often growled in an unfriendly way at the Scarecrow.
"Don't mind Toto," said Dorothy, to her new friend; "he never bites."
"Oh, I'm not afraid," replied the Scarecrow, "he can't hurt the straw. Do let
me carry that basket for you. I shall not mind it, for I can't get tired. I'll tell
you a secret," he continued, as he walked along; "there is only one thing in
the world I am afraid of."

"What is that?" asked Dorothy; "the Munchkin farmer who made you?"
"No," answered the Scarecrow; "it's a lighted match."

a few hours the road began to be
rough, and the walking grew so
difficult that the Scarecrow often
stumbled over the yellow bricks,
which were here very uneven. Sometimes,
indeed, they were broken or missing altogether, leaving holes
that Toto jumped across and Dorothy walked around. As for
the Scarecrow, having no brains he walked straight ahead, and
so stepped into the holes and fell at full length on the hard
bricks. It never hurt him, however, and Dorothy would pick
him up and set him upon his feet again, while he joined her in
laughing merrily at his own mishap.
The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as they were
farther back. There were fewer houses and fewer fruit trees,
and the farther they went the more dismal and lonesome the
country became.
At noon they sat down by the roadside, near a little brook, and Dorothy
opened her basket and got out some bread. She offered a piece to the
Scarecrow, but he refused.
"I am never hungry," he said; "and it is a lucky thing I am not. For my
mouth is only painted, and if I should cut a hole in it so I could eat, the
straw I am stuffed with would come out, and that would spoil the shape of
my head."
Dorothy saw at once that this was true, so she only nodded and went on
eating her bread.
"Tell me something about yourself, and the country you came from," said
the Scarecrow, when she had finished her dinner. So she told him all about
Kansas, and how gray everything was there, and how the cyclone had
carried her to this queer land of Oz. The Scarecrow listened carefully, and
said,

"I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country
and go back to the dry, gray place you call Kansas."

"'I was only made yesterday,' said the Scarecrow."

"That is because you have no brains," answered the girl. "No matter how
dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather
live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no
place like home."
The Scarecrow sighed.
"Of course I cannot understand it," he said. "If your heads were stuffed
with straw, like mine, you would probably all live in the beautiful places,
and then Kansas would have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that
you have brains."
"Won't you tell me a story, while we are resting?" asked the child.
The Scarecrow looked at her reproachfully, and answered,
"My life has been so short that I really know nothing whatever. I was only
made day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that time is
all unknown to me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the
first things he did was to paint my ears, so that I heard what was going on.
There was another Munchkin with him, and the first thing I heard was the
farmer saying,
"'How do you like those ears?'
"'They aren't straight,' answered the other.
"'Never mind,' said the farmer; 'they are ears just the same,' which was true
enough.
"'Now I'll make the eyes,' said the farmer. So he painted my right eye, and
as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and at everything
around me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of
the world.
"'That's a rather pretty eye,' remarked the Munchkin who was watching the
farmer; 'blue paint is just the color for eyes.'
"'I think I'll make the other a little bigger,' said the farmer; and when the
second eye was done I could see much better than before. Then he made
my nose and my mouth; but I did not speak, because at that time I didn't

know what a mouth was for. I had the fun of watching them make my
body and my arms and legs; and when they fastened on my head, at last, I
felt very proud, for I thought I was just as good a man as anyone.
"'This fellow will scare the crows fast enough,' said the farmer; 'he looks
just like a man.'
"'Why, he is a man,' said the other, and I quite agreed with him. The farmer
carried me under his arm to the cornfield, and set me up on a tall stick,
where you found me. He and his friend soon after walked away and left
me alone.
"I did not like to be deserted this way; so I tried to walk after them, but my
feet would not touch the ground, and I was forced to stay on that pole. It
was a lonely life to lead, for I had nothing to think of, having been made
such a little while before. Many crows and other birds flew into the
cornfield, but as soon as they saw me they flew away again, thinking I was
a Munchkin; and this pleased me and made me feel that I was quite an
important person. By and by an old crow flew near me, and after looking
at me carefully he perched upon my shoulder and said,

"'I wonder if that farmer thought to fool me in this
clumsy manner. Any crow of sense could see that you
are only stuffed with straw.' Then he hopped down at
my feet and ate all the corn he wanted. The other birds,
seeing he was not harmed by me, came to eat the corn

too, so in a short time there was a great flock of them
about me."
"I felt sad at this, for it showed I was not such a good
Scarecrow after all; but the old crow comforted me,
saying: 'If you only had brains in your head you would
be as good a man as any of them, and a better man than
some of them. Brains are the only things worth having
in this world, no matter whether one is a crow or a
man.'
"After the crows had gone I thought this over, and decided I would try
hard to get some brains. By good luck, you came along and pulled me off
the stake, and from what you say I am sure the great Oz will give me
brains as soon as we get to the Emerald City."
"I hope so," said Dorothy, earnestly, "since you seem anxious to have

them."
"Oh yes; I am anxious," returned the Scarecrow. "It is such an
uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool."
"Well," said the girl, "let us go." And she handed the basket to the
Scarecrow.
There were no fences at all by the road side now, and the land was rough
and untilled. Towards evening they came to a great forest, where the trees
grew so big and close together that their branches met over the road of
yellow brick. It was almost dark under the trees, for the branches shut out
the daylight; but the travellers did not stop, and went on into the forest.

"If this road goes in, it must come out," said the Scarecrow, "and as the
Emerald City is at the other end of the road, we must go wherever it leads
us."
"Anyone would know that," said Dorothy.
"Certainly; that is why I know it," returned the Scarecrow. "If it required
brains to figure it out, I never should have said it."
After an hour or so the light faded away, and they found themselves
stumbling along in the darkness. Dorothy could not see at all, but Toto
could, for some dogs see very well in the dark; and the Scarecrow declared
he could see as well as by day. So she took hold of his arm, and managed
to get along fairly well.
"If you see any house, or any place where we can pass the night," she said,
"you must tell me; for it is very uncomfortable walking in the dark."
Soon after the Scarecrow stopped.
"I see a little cottage at the right of us," he said, "built of logs and
branches. Shall we go there?"
"Yes, indeed;" answered the child. "I am all tired out."
So the Scarecrow led her through the trees until they reached the cottage,
and Dorothy entered and found a bed of dried leaves in one corner. She lay
down at once, and with Toto beside her soon fell into a sound sleep. The
Scarecrow, who was never tired, stood up in another corner and waited
patiently until morning came.

Dorothy awoke the sun
was shining through the
trees and Toto had long been out chasing birds
and squirrels. She sat up and looked around
her. There was the Scarecrow, still standing
patiently in his corner, waiting for her.
"We must go and search for water," she said to him.
"Why do you want water?" he asked.
"To wash my face clean after the dust of the road, and to drink, so the dry
bread will not stick in my throat."
"It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh," said the Scarecrow,
thoughtfully; "for you must sleep, and eat and drink. However, you have
brains, and it is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly."
They left the cottage and walked through the trees until they found a little
spring of clear water, where Dorothy drank and bathed and ate her
breakfast. She saw there was not much bread left in the basket, and the girl
was thankful the Scarecrow did not have to eat anything, for there was
scarcely enough for herself and Toto for the day.
When she had finished her meal, and was about to go back to the road of
yellow brick, she was startled to hear a deep groan near by.

"What was that?" she asked, timidly.
"I cannot imagine," replied the Scarecrow; "but we can go and see."
Just then another groan reached their ears, and the sound seemed to come
from behind them. They turned and walked through the forest a few steps,
when Dorothy discovered something shining in a ray of sunshine that fell
between the trees. She ran to the place, and then stopped short, with a cry
of surprise.
One of the big trees had been partly chopped through, and standing beside
it, with an uplifted axe in his hands, was a man made entirely of tin. His
head and arms and legs were jointed upon his body, but he stood perfectly
motionless, as if he could not stir at all.

Dorothy looked at him in amazement, and so did the Scarecrow, while
Toto barked sharply and made a snap at the tin legs, which hurt his teeth.

"Did you groan?" asked Dorothy.
"Yes," answered the tin man; "I did. I've been groaning for more than a
year, and no one has ever heard me before or come to help me."
"What can I do for you?" she enquired, softly, for she was moved
by the sad voice in which the man spoke.
"Get an oil-can and oil my joints," he
answered. "They are rusted so badly that I
cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled
I shall soon be all right again. You will
find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage."
Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage
and found the oil-can, and then she
returned and asked, anxiously,
"Where are your joints?"
"Oil my neck, first," replied the Tin
Woodman. So she oiled it, and as
it was quite badly rusted the
Scarecrow took hold of the tin
head and moved it gently from
side to side until it worked freely,
and then the man could turn it
himself.
"Now oil the joints in my arms,"
he said. And Dorothy oiled them
and the Scarecrow bent them
carefully until they were quite free from rust and as good as new.
The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe, which
he leaned against the tree.
"This is a great comfort," he said. "I have been holding that axe in the air
ever since I rusted, and I'm glad to be able to put it down at last. Now, if

you will oil the joints of my legs, I shall be all right once more."
So they oiled his legs until he could move them freely; and he thanked
them again and again for his release, for he seemed a very polite creature,
and very grateful.
"I might have stood there always if you had not come along," he said; "so
you have certainly saved my life. How did you happen to be here?"
"We are on our way to the Emerald City, to see the great Oz," she
answered, "and we stopped at your cottage to pass the night."
"Why do you wish to see Oz?" he asked.
"I want him to send me back to Kansas; and the Scarecrow wants him to
put a few brains into his head," she replied.
The Tin Woodman appeared to think deeply for a moment. Then he said:
"Do you suppose Oz could give me a heart?"
"Why, I guess so," Dorothy answered; "it would be as easy as to give the
Scarecrow brains."

"'This is a great comfort,' said the Tin Woodman."

"True," the Tin Woodman returned. "So, if you will allow me to join your
party, I will also go to the Emerald City and ask Oz to help me."
"Come along," said the Scarecrow, heartily; and Dorothy added that she
would be pleased to have his company. So the Tin Woodman shouldered
his axe and they all passed through the forest until they came to the road
that was paved with yellow brick.
The Tin Woodman had asked Dorothy to put the oil-can in her basket.
"For," he said, "if I should get caught in the rain, and rust again, I would
need the oil-can badly."
It was a bit of good luck to have their new comrade join the party, for soon
after they had begun their journey again they came to a place where the
trees and branches grew so thick over the road that the travellers could not
pass. But the Tin Woodman set to work with his axe and chopped so well
that soon he cleared a passage for the entire party.
Dorothy was thinking so earnestly as they walked along that she did not
notice when the Scarecrow stumbled into a hole and rolled over to the side
of the road. Indeed, he was obliged to call to her to help him up again.
"Why didn't you walk around the hole?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"I don't know enough," replied the Scarecrow, cheerfully. "My head is
stuffed with straw, you know, and that is why I am going to Oz to ask him
for some brains."

"Oh, I see;" said the Tin Woodman. "But, after all, brains are not the best
things in the world."
"Have you any?" enquired the Scarecrow.
"No, my head is quite empty," answered the Woodman; "but once I had
brains, and a heart also; so, having tried them both, I should much rather
have a heart."
"And why is that?" asked the Scarecrow.

"I will tell you my story, and then you will know."
So, while they were walking through the forest, the Tin Woodman told the
following story:
"I was born the son of a
woodman who chopped

down trees in the forest and sold the wood for a living. When I grew up I
too became a wood-chopper, and after my father died I took care of my
old mother as long as she lived. Then I made up my mind that instead of
living alone I would marry, so that I might not become lonely.
"There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon
grew to love her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me
as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I
set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did
not want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to
remain with her and do the cooking and the housework. So the old woman
went to the wicked Witch of the East, and promised her two sheep and a
cow if she would prevent the marriage. Thereupon the wicked Witch
enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping away at my best one day, for
I was anxious to get the new house and my wife as soon as possible, the
axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg.
"This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man
could not do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tin-smith and
had him make me a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I
was used to it; but my action angered the wicked Witch of the East, for she
had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl.

When I began chopping again my axe slipped and cut off my right leg.
Again I went to the tinner, and again he made me a leg out of tin. After
this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the other; but, nothing
daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The wicked Witch then made
the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of
me. But the tinner happened to come along, and he made me a new head
out of tin.

"I thought I had beaten the wicked Witch then, and I worked harder than
ever; but I little knew how cruel my enemy could be. She thought of a new
way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe
slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two
halves. Once more the tinner came to my help and made me a body of tin,
fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I
could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so that I
lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I married
her or not. I suppose she is still living with the old woman, waiting for me
to come after her.
"My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and it did
not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only
one danger—that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage
and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a
day when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I
thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the
woods until you came to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but
during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had
known was the loss of my heart. While I was in
love I was the happiest man on earth; but no
one can love who has not a heart, and so I am
resolved to ask Oz to give me one. If he does, I
will go back to the Munchkin maiden and
marry her."

Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly
interested in the story of the Tin Woodman, and now they

knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart.
"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "I shall ask for brains
instead of a heart; for a fool would not know what to do
with a heart if he had one."
"I shall take the heart," returned the Tin Woodman; "for brains do not
make one happy, and happiness is the best thing in the world."
Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzzled to know which of her
two friends was right, and she decided if she could only get back to
Kansas and Aunt Em it did not matter so much whether the Woodman had
no brains and the Scarecrow no heart, or each got what he wanted.
What worried her most was that the bread was
nearly gone, and another meal for herself and Toto
would empty the basket. To be sure neither the
Woodman nor the Scarecrow ever ate anything, but
she was not made of tin nor straw, and could not
live unless she was fed.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

this time Dorothy and her
companions had been walking
through the thick woods. The road
was still paved with yellow brick,
but these were much covered by
dried branches and dead leaves
from the trees, and the walking was not at all good.
There were few birds in this part of the forest, for birds love the open
country where there is plenty of sunshine; but now and then there came a
deep growl from some wild animal hidden among the trees. These sounds
made the little girl's heart beat fast, for she did not know what made them;
but Toto knew, and he walked close to Dorothy's side, and did not even
bark in return.
"How long will it be," the child asked of the Tin Woodman, "before we are
out of the forest?"
"I cannot tell," was the answer, "for I have never been to the Emerald City.
But my father went there once, when I was a boy, and he said it was a long
journey through a dangerous country, although nearer to the city where Oz

dwells the country is beautiful. But I am not afraid so long as I have my
oil-can, and nothing can hurt the Scarecrow, while you bear upon your
forehead the mark of the good Witch's kiss, and that will protect you from
harm."
"But Toto!" said the girl, anxiously; "what will protect him?"
"We must protect him ourselves, if he is in danger," replied the Tin
Woodman.
Just as he spoke there came from the forest a terrible roar, and the next
moment a great Lion bounded into the road. With one blow of his paw he
sent the Scarecrow spinning over and over to the edge of the road, and
then he struck at the Tin Woodman with his sharp claws. But, to the Lion's
surprise, he could make no impression on the tin, although the Woodman
fell over in the road and lay still.
Little Toto, now that he had an enemy to face, ran barking toward the
Lion, and the great beast had opened his mouth to bite the dog, when
Dorothy, fearing Toto would be killed, and heedless of danger, rushed
forward and slapped the Lion upon his nose as hard as she could, while
she cried out:
"Don't you dare to bite Toto! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a big
beast like you, to bite a poor little dog!"
"I didn't bite him," said the Lion, as he rubbed his nose with his paw where
Dorothy had hit it.
"No, but you tried to," she retorted. "You are nothing but a big coward."
"I know it," said the Lion, hanging his head in shame; "I've always known
it. But how can I help it?"
"I don't know, I'm sure. To think of your striking a stuffed man, like the
poor Scarecrow!"
"Is he stuffed?" asked the Lion, in surprise, as he watched her pick up the
Scarecrow and set him upon his feet, while she patted him into shape
again.

"Of course he's stuffed," replied Dorothy, who was still angry.
"That's why he went over so easily," remarked the Lion. "It astonished me
to see him whirl around so. Is the other one stuffed, also?"
"No," said Dorothy, "he's made of tin." And she helped the Woodman up
again.
"That's why he nearly blunted my claws," said the Lion. "When they
scratched against the tin it made a cold shiver run down my back. What is
that little animal you are so tender of?"

"He is my dog, Toto," answered Dorothy.
"Is he made of tin, or stuffed?" asked the Lion.

"Neither. He's a—a—a meat dog," said the girl.
"Oh. He's a curious animal, and seems remarkably small, now that I look
at him. No one would think of biting such a little thing except a coward
like me," continued the Lion, sadly.
"What makes you a coward?" asked Dorothy, looking at the great beast in
wonder, for he was as big as a small horse.
"It's a mystery," replied the Lion. "I
suppose I was born that way. All the
other animals in the forest naturally
expect me to be brave, for the Lion is
everywhere thought to be the King of
Beasts. I learned that if I roared very
loudly every living thing was frightened
and got out of my way. Whenever I've
met a man I've been awfully scared; but I
just roared at him, and he has always run
away as fast as he could go. If the
elephants and the tigers and the bears had
ever tried to fight me, I should have run
myself—I'm such a coward; but just as
soon as they hear me roar they all try to
get away from me, and of course I let
them go."
"But that isn't right. The King of Beasts
shouldn't be a coward," said the
Scarecrow.
"I know it," returned the Lion, wiping a tear from his eye with the tip of
his tail; "it is my great sorrow, and makes my life very unhappy. But
whenever there is danger my heart begins to beat fast."
"Perhaps you have heart disease," said the Tin Woodman.
"It may be," said the Lion.

"If you have," continued the Tin Woodman, "you ought to be glad, for it
proves you have a heart. For my part, I have no heart; so I cannot have
heart disease."
"Perhaps," said the Lion, thoughtfully, "if I had no heart I should not be a
coward."
"Have you brains?" asked the Scarecrow.
"I suppose so. I've never looked to see," replied the Lion.
"I am going to the great Oz to ask him to give me some," remarked the
Scarecrow, "for my head is stuffed with straw."
"And I am going to ask him to give me a heart," said the Woodman.
"And I am going to ask him to send Toto and me back to Kansas," added
Dorothy.
"Do you think Oz could give me courage?" asked the cowardly Lion.
"Just as easily as he could give me brains," said the Scarecrow.
"Or give me a heart," said the Tin Woodman.
"Or send me back to Kansas," said Dorothy.
"Then, if you don't mind, I'll go with you," said the Lion, "for my life is
simply unbearable without a bit of courage."
"You will be very welcome," answered Dorothy, "for you will help to keep
away the other wild beasts. It seems to me they must be more cowardly
than you are if they allow you to scare them so easily."
"They really are," said the Lion; "but that doesn't make me any braver, and
as long as I know myself to be a coward I shall be unhappy."
So once more the little company set off upon the journey, the Lion walking
with stately strides at Dorothy's side. Toto did not approve this new
comrade at first, for he could not forget how nearly he had been crushed
between the Lion's great jaws; but after a time he became more at ease,
and presently Toto and the Cowardly Lion had grown to be good friends.

During the rest of that day there was no other adventure to mar the peace
of their journey. Once, indeed, the Tin Woodman stepped upon a beetle

that was crawling along the road, and killed the poor little thing. This
made the Tin Woodman very unhappy, for he was always careful not to
hurt any living creature; and as he walked along he wept several tears of
sorrow and regret. These tears ran slowly down his face and over the
hinges of his jaw, and there they rusted. When Dorothy presently asked
him a question the Tin Woodman could not open his mouth, for his jaws
were tightly rusted together. He became greatly frightened at this and
made many motions to Dorothy to relieve
him, but she could not understand. The
Lion was also puzzled to know what was
wrong. But the Scarecrow seized the oil-
can from Dorothy's basket and oiled the
Woodman's jaws, so that after a few
moments he could talk as well as
before.
"This will serve me a lesson,"
said he, "to
look where I
step. For if I
should kill
another bug or
beetle I should
surely cry
again, and
crying rusts my
jaw so that I
cannot speak."
Thereafter he
walked very
carefully, with his eyes on the road, and when he saw a tiny ant toiling by
he would step over it, so as not to harm it. The Tin Woodman knew very
well he had no heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel or
unkind to anything.

"You people with hearts," he said, "have something to guide you, and need
never do wrong; but I have no heart, and so I must be very careful. When
Oz gives me a heart of course I needn't mind so much."

were obliged to camp
out that night under a
large tree in the forest,
for there were no
houses near. The tree
made a good, thick covering to
protect them from the dew, and the
Tin Woodman chopped a great pile of wood with his axe and Dorothy
built a splendid fire that warmed her and made her feel less lonely. She
and Toto ate the last of their bread, and now she did not know what they
would do for breakfast.
"If you wish," said the Lion, "I will go into the forest and kill a deer for
you. You can roast it by the fire, since your tastes are so peculiar that you
prefer cooked food, and then you will have a very good breakfast."

"Don't! please don't," begged the Tin Woodman. "I should certainly weep
if you killed a poor deer, and then my jaws would rust again."

But the Lion went away into the forest and found his own supper, and no
one ever knew what it was, for he didn't mention it. And the Scarecrow
found a tree full of nuts and filled Dorothy's basket with them, so that she
would not be hungry for a long time. She thought this was very kind and
thoughtful of the Scarecrow, but she laughed heartily at the awkward way
in which the poor creature picked up the nuts. His padded hands were so
clumsy and the nuts were so small that he dropped almost as many as he
put in the basket. But the Scarecrow did not mind how long it took him to
fill the basket, for it enabled him to keep away from the fire, as he feared a
spark might get into his straw and burn him up. So he kept a good distance
away from the flames, and only came near to cover Dorothy with dry
leaves when she lay down to sleep. These kept her very snug and warm
and she slept soundly until morning.
When it was daylight the girl bathed her face in a
little rippling brook and soon after they all started
toward the Emerald City.
This was to be an eventful day for the
travellers. They had hardly been walking
an hour when they saw before them a
great ditch that crossed the road
and divided the forest as far as
they could see on either side. It
was a very wide ditch, and when
they crept up to the edge and
looked into it they
could see it was also
very deep, and there
were many big,
jagged rocks at the
bottom. The sides were so steep that none of them could climb down, and
for a moment it seemed that their journey must end.
"What shall we do?" asked Dorothy, despairingly.
"I haven't the faintest idea," said the Tin Woodman; and the Lion shook his
shaggy mane and looked thoughtful. But the Scarecrow said:

"We cannot fly, that is certain; neither can we climb down into this great
ditch. Therefore, if we cannot jump over it, we must stop where we are."
"I think I could jump over it," said the Cowardly Lion, after measuring the
distance carefully in his mind.
"Then we are all right," answered the Scarecrow, "for you can carry us all
over on your back, one at a time."
"Well, I'll try it," said the Lion. "Who will go first?"

"I will," declared the Scarecrow;
"for, if you found that
you could not jump
over the gulf, Dorothy
would be killed, or the
Tin Woodman badly
dented on the rocks

below. But if I am on your back it will not matter so much, for the fall
would not hurt me at all."
"I am terribly afraid of falling, myself," said the Cowardly Lion, "but I
suppose there is nothing to do but try it. So get on my back and we will
make the attempt."
The Scarecrow sat upon the Lion's back, and the big beast walked to the
edge of the gulf and crouched down.
"Why don't you run and jump?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Because that isn't the way we Lions do these things," he replied. Then
giving a great spring, he shot through the air and landed safely on the other
side. They were all greatly pleased to see how easily he did it, and after the
Scarecrow had got down from his back the Lion sprang across the ditch
again.
Dorothy thought she would go next; so she took Toto in her arms and
climbed on the Lion's back, holding tightly to his mane with one hand. The
next moment it seemed as if she was flying through the air; and then,
before she had time to think about it, she was safe on the other side. The
Lion went back a third time and got the Tin Woodman, and then they all
sat down for a few moments to give the beast a chance to rest, for his great
leaps had made his breath short, and he panted like a big dog that has been
running too long.
They found the forest very thick on this side, and it looked dark and
gloomy. After the Lion had rested they started along the road of yellow
brick, silently wondering, each in his own mind, if ever they would come
to the end of the woods and reach the bright sunshine again. To add to
their discomfort, they soon heard strange noises in the depths of the forest,
and the Lion whispered to them that it was in this part of the country that
the Kalidahs lived.
"What are the Kalidahs?" asked the girl.
"They are monstrous beasts with bodies like bears and heads like tigers,"
replied the Lion; "and with claws so long and sharp that they could tear me

in two as easily as I could kill Toto. I'm terribly afraid of the Kalidahs."
"I'm not surprised that you are," returned Dorothy "They must be dreadful
beasts."
The Lion was about to reply when suddenly they came to another gulf
across the road; but this one was so broad and deep that the Lion knew at
once he could not leap across it.
So they sat down to consider what they should do, and after serious
thought the Scarecrow said,
"Here is a great tree, standing close to the ditch. If the Tin Woodman can
chop it down, so that it will fall to the other side, we can walk across it
easily."
"That is a first rate idea," said the Lion. "One would almost suspect you
had brains in your head, instead of straw."
The Woodman set to work at once, and so sharp was his axe that the tree
was soon chopped nearly through. Then the Lion put his strong front legs
against the tree and pushed with all his might, and slowly the big tree
tipped and fell with a crash across the ditch, with its top branches on the
other side.
They had just started to cross this queer bridge when a sharp growl made
them all look up, and to their horror they saw running toward them two
great beasts with bodies like bears and heads like tigers.
"They are the Kalidahs!" said the Cowardly Lion, beginning to tremble.
"Quick!" cried the Scarecrow, "let us cross over."

"The tree fell with a crash into the gulf."

So Dorothy went first, holding Toto in her arms; the Tin Woodman
followed, and the Scarecrow came next. The Lion, although he was
certainly afraid, turned to face the Kalidahs, and then he gave so loud and
terrible a roar that Dorothy screamed and the Scarecrow fell over
backwards, while even the fierce beasts stopped short and looked at him in
surprise.
But, seeing they were bigger than the Lion, and remembering that there
were two of them and only one of him, the Kalidahs again rushed forward,
and the Lion crossed over the tree and turned to see what they would do
next. Without stopping an instant the fierce beasts also began to cross the
tree, and the Lion said to Dorothy,
"We are lost, for they will surely tear us to pieces with their sharp claws.
But stand close behind me, and I will fight them as long as I am alive."
"Wait a minute!" called the Scarecrow. He had been thinking what was
best to be done, and now he asked the Woodman to chop away the end of
the tree that rested on their side of the ditch. The Tin Woodman began to
use his axe at once, and, just as the two Kalidahs were nearly across, the
tree fell with a crash into the gulf, carrying the ugly, snarling brutes with
it, and both were dashed to pieces on the sharp rocks at the bottom.
"Well," said the Cowardly Lion, drawing a long breath of relief, "I see we
are going to live a little while longer, and I am glad of it, for it must be a
very uncomfortable thing not to be alive. Those creatures frightened me so
badly that my heart is beating yet."

"Ah." said the Tin Woodman,
sadly, "I wish I had a heart to
beat."

This adventure made the
travellers more anxious than
ever to get out of the forest,
and they walked so fast that
Dorothy became tired, and had
to ride on the Lion's back. To
their great joy the trees became
thinner the further they advanced, and in
the afternoon they suddenly came upon a
broad river, flowing swiftly just before
them. On the other side of the water they could see the road of yellow
brick running through a beautiful country, with green meadows dotted
with bright flowers and all the road bordered with trees hanging full of
delicious fruits. They were greatly pleased to see this delightful country
before them.
"How shall we cross the river?" asked Dorothy.
"That is easily done," replied the Scarecrow. "The Tin Woodman must
build us a raft, so we can float to the other side."
So the Woodman took his axe and began to chop down small trees to make
a raft, and while he was busy at this the Scarecrow found on the river bank
a tree full of fine fruit. This pleased Dorothy, who had eaten nothing but
nuts all day, and she made a hearty meal of the ripe fruit.
But it takes time to make a raft, even when one is as industrious and
untiring as the Tin Woodman, and when night came the work was not
done. So they found a cozy place under the trees where they slept well
until the morning; and Dorothy dreamed of the Emerald City, and of the
good Wizard Oz, who would soon send her back to her own home again.

little party of travellers
awakened next morning
refreshed and full of hope,
and Dorothy breakfasted like a princess
off peaches and plums from the trees
beside the river.
Behind them was the dark forest they had
passed safely through, although they had
suffered many discouragements; but before them was a
lovely, sunny country that seemed to beckon them on to
the Emerald City.
To be sure, the broad river now cut them off from this
beautiful land; but the raft was nearly done, and after the
Tin Woodman had cut a few more logs and fastened
them together with wooden pins, they were ready to
start. Dorothy sat down in the middle of the raft and held
Toto in her arms. When the Cowardly Lion stepped upon
the raft it tipped badly, for he was big and heavy; but the
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman stood upon the other end to steady it, and
they had long poles in their hands to push the raft through the water.
They got along quite well at first, but when they reached the middle of the
river the swift current swept the raft down stream, farther and farther away

from the road of yellow brick; and the water grew so deep that the long
poles would not touch the bottom.
"This is bad," said the Tin Woodman, "for if we cannot get to the land we
shall be carried into the country of the wicked Witch of the West, and she
will enchant us and make us her slaves."

"And then I should get no
brains," said the Scarecrow.
"And I should get no
courage," said the

Cowardly Lion.
"And I should get no heart," said the Tin Woodman.
"And I should never get back to Kansas," said Dorothy.

"We must certainly get to the Emerald City if we can," the Scarecrow
continued, and he pushed so hard on his long pole that it stuck fast in the
mud at the bottom of the river, and before he could pull it out again, or let
go, the raft was swept away and the poor Scarecrow left clinging to the
pole in the middle of the river.
"Good bye!" he called after them, and they were very sorry to leave him;
indeed, the Tin Woodman began to cry, but fortunately remembered that he
might rust, and so dried his tears on Dorothy's apron.
Of course this was a bad thing for the Scarecrow.

"I am now worse off than when I first
met Dorothy," he thought. "Then, I
was stuck on a pole in a cornfield,
where I could make believe scare the
crows, at any rate; but surely there is
no use for a Scarecrow stuck on a pole

in the middle of a river. I am afraid I
shall never have any brains, after all!"
Down the stream the raft floated, and
the poor Scarecrow was left far
behind. Then the Lion said:
"Something must be done to save us. I
think I can swim to the shore and pull
the raft after me, if you will only hold
fast to the tip of my tail."

So he sprang into the water and the Tin
Woodman caught fast hold of his tail, when
the Lion began to swim with all his might
toward the shore. It was hard work, although
he was so big; but by and by they were
drawn out of the current, and then Dorothy
took the Tin Woodman's long pole and
helped push the raft to the land.
They were all tired out when they reached the shore at
last and stepped off upon the pretty green grass, and
they also knew that the stream had carried them a long
way past the road of yellow brick that led to the
Emerald City.
"What shall we do now?" asked the Tin Woodman, as
the Lion lay down on the grass to let the sun dry him.
"We must get back to the road, in some way," said
Dorothy.
"The best plan will be to walk along the river bank until
we come to the road again," remarked the Lion.
So, when they were rested, Dorothy picked up her
basket and they started along the grassy bank, back to
the road from which the river had carried them. It was a
lovely country, with plenty of flowers and fruit trees
and sunshine to cheer them, and had they not felt so
sorry for the poor Scarecrow they could have been very
happy.
They walked along as fast as they could, Dorothy only
stopping once to pick a beautiful flower; and after a
time the Tin Woodman cried out,
"Look!"

Then they all looked at the river and saw the Scarecrow perched upon his
pole in the middle of the water, looking very lonely and sad.
"What can we do to save him?" asked Dorothy.
The Lion and the Woodman both shook their heads, for they did not know.
So they sat down upon the bank and gazed wistfully at the Scarecrow until
a Stork flew by, which, seeing them, stopped to rest at the water's edge.
"Who are you, and where are you going?" asked the Stork.
"I am Dorothy," answered the girl; "and these are my friends, the Tin
Woodman and the Cowardly Lion; and we are going to the Emerald City."
"This isn't the road," said the Stork, as she twisted her long neck and
looked sharply at the queer party.
"I know it," returned Dorothy, "but we have lost the Scarecrow, and are
wondering how we shall get him again."
"Where is he?" asked the Stork.
"Over there in the river," answered the girl.
"If he wasn't so big and heavy I would get him for you," remarked the
Stork.
"He isn't heavy a bit," said Dorothy, eagerly, "for he is stuffed with straw;
and if you will bring him back to us we shall thank you ever and ever so
much."
"Well, I'll try," said the Stork; "but if I find he is too heavy to carry I shall
have to drop him in the river again."
So the big bird flew into the air and over the water till she came to where
the Scarecrow was perched upon his pole. Then the Stork with her great
claws grabbed the Scarecrow by the arm and carried him up into the air
and back to the bank, where Dorothy and the Lion and the Tin Woodman
and Toto were sitting.
When the Scarecrow found himself among his friends again he was so
happy that he hugged them all, even the Lion and Toto; and as they walked

along he sang "Tol-de-ri-de-oh!" at every step, he felt so gay.
"I was afraid I should have to stay in the river forever," he said, "but the
kind Stork saved me, and if I ever get any brains I shall find the Stork
again and do it some kindness in return."
"That's all right," said the Stork, who was flying along beside them. "I
always like to help anyone in trouble. But I must go now, for my babies
are waiting in the nest for me. I hope you will find the Emerald City and
that Oz will help you."
"Thank you," replied Dorothy, and then the kind Stork flew into the air
and was soon out of sight.

"The Stork carried him up into the air."

They walked along listening to the singing of the bright-colored birds and
looking at the lovely flowers which now became so thick that the ground
was carpeted with them. There were big yellow and white and blue and
purple blossoms, besides great clusters of scarlet poppies, which were so
brilliant in color they almost dazzled Dorothy's eyes.
"Aren't they beautiful?" the girl asked, as she breathed in the spicy scent of
the flowers.
"I suppose so," answered the Scarecrow. "When I have brains I shall
probably like them better."
"If I only had a heart I should love them," added the Tin Woodman.
"I always did like flowers," said the Lion; "they seem so helpless and frail.
But there are none in the forest so bright as these."
They now came upon more and more of the big scarlet poppies, and fewer
and fewer of the other flowers; and soon they found themselves in the
midst of a great meadow of poppies. Now it is well known that when there
are many of these flowers together their odor is so powerful that anyone
who breathes it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not carried away from the
scent of the flowers he sleeps on and on forever. But Dorothy did not
know this, nor could she get away from the bright red flowers that were
everywhere about; so presently her eyes grew heavy and she felt she must
sit down to rest and to sleep.
But the Tin Woodman would not let her do this.
"We must hurry and get back to the road of yellow brick before dark," he
said; and the Scarecrow agreed with him. So they kept walking until
Dorothy could stand no longer. Her eyes closed in spite of herself and she
forgot where she was and fell among the poppies, fast asleep.
"What shall we do?" asked the Tin Woodman.

"If we leave her here she will die," said
the Lion. "The smell of the flowers is
killing us all. I myself can scarcely keep
my eyes open and the dog is asleep
already."

It was true; Toto had fallen down beside his little mistress. But the
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh, were not
troubled by the scent of the flowers.
"Run fast," said the Scarecrow to the Lion, "and get out of this deadly
flower-bed as soon as you can. We will bring the little girl with us, but if
you should fall asleep you are too big to be carried."
So the Lion aroused himself and bounded forward as fast as he could go.
In a moment he was out of sight.
"Let us make a chair with our hands, and carry her," said the Scarecrow.
So they picked up Toto and put the dog in Dorothy's lap, and then they
made a chair with their hands for the seat and their arms for the arms and
carried the sleeping girl between them through the flowers.
On and on they walked, and it seemed that the great carpet of deadly
flowers that surrounded them would never end. They followed the bend of
the river, and at last came upon their friend the Lion, lying fast asleep
among the poppies. The flowers had been too strong for the huge beast
and he had given up, at last, and fallen only a short distance from the end
of the poppy-bed, where the sweet grass spread in beautiful green fields
before them.
"We can do nothing for him," said the Tin Woodman, sadly; "for he is
much too heavy to lift. We must leave him here to sleep on forever, and
perhaps he will dream that he has found courage at last."
"I'm sorry," said the Scarecrow; "the Lion was a very good comrade for
one so cowardly. But let us go on."
They carried the sleeping girl to a pretty spot beside the river, far enough
from the poppy field to prevent her breathing any more of the poison of
the flowers, and here they laid her gently on the soft grass and waited for
the fresh breeze to waken her.

cannot be far from the road of
yellow brick, now," remarked
the Scarecrow, as he stood
beside the girl, "for we have come nearly
as far as the river carried us away."
The Tin Woodman was about to reply
when he heard a low growl, and turning
his head (which worked beautifully on hinges) he saw a strange beast
come bounding over the grass towards them. It was, indeed, a great,
yellow wildcat, and the Woodman thought it must be chasing something,
for its ears were lying close to its head and its mouth was wide open,
showing two rows of ugly teeth, while its red eyes glowed like balls of
fire. As it came nearer the Tin Woodman saw that running before the beast
was a little gray field-mouse, and although he had no heart he knew it was
wrong for the wildcat to try to kill such a pretty, harmless creature.
So the Woodman raised his axe, and as the wildcat ran by he gave it a
quick blow that cut the beast's head clean off from its body, and it rolled
over at his feet in two pieces.
The field-mouse, now that it was freed from its enemy, stopped short; and
coming slowly up to the Woodman it said, in a squeaky little voice,
"Oh, thank you! Thank you ever so much for saving my life."

"Don't speak of it, I beg of you," replied the Woodman. "I have no heart,
you know, so I am careful to help all those who may need a friend, even if
it happens to be only a mouse."
"Only a mouse!" cried the little animal, indignantly; "why, I am a Queen—
the Queen of all the field-mice!"
"Oh, indeed," said the Woodman, making a bow.
"Therefore you have done a great deed, as well as a brave one, in saving
my life," added the Queen.
At that moment several mice were seen running up as fast as their little
legs could carry them, and when they saw their Queen they exclaimed,

"Permit me to introduce to you her Majesty, the Queen."

"Oh, your Majesty, we thought you would be killed! How did you manage
to escape the great Wildcat?" and they all bowed so low to the little Queen
that they almost stood upon their heads.
"This funny tin man," she answered, "killed the Wildcat and saved my life.
So hereafter you must all serve him, and obey his slightest wish."
"We will!" cried all the mice, in a shrill chorus. And then they scampered
in all directions, for Toto had awakened from his sleep, and seeing all
these mice around him he gave one bark of delight and jumped right into
the middle of the group. Toto had always loved to chase mice when he
lived in Kansas, and he saw no harm in it.
But the Tin Woodman caught the dog in his arms and held him tight, while
he called to the mice: "Come back! come back! Toto shall not hurt you."

At this the Queen of the Mice stuck her
head out from a clump of grass and
asked, in a timid voice,

"Are you sure he will not bite us?"
"I will not let him," said the Woodman;
"so do not be afraid."
One by one the mice came creeping
back, and Toto did not bark again,

although he tried to get out of the Woodman's arms, and would have bitten
him had he not known very well he was made of tin. Finally one of the
biggest mice spoke.
"Is there anything we can do," it asked, "to repay you for saving the life of
our Queen?"
"Nothing that I know of," answered the Woodman; but the Scarecrow, who
had been trying to think, but could not because his head was stuffed with
straw, said, quickly,
"Oh, yes; you can save our friend, the Cowardly Lion, who is asleep in the
poppy bed."
"A Lion!" cried the little Queen; "why, he would eat us all up."
"Oh, no;" declared the Scarecrow; "this Lion is a coward."
"Really?" asked the Mouse.
"He says so himself," answered the Scarecrow, "and he would never hurt
anyone who is our friend. If you will help us to save him I promise that he
shall treat you all with kindness."
"Very well," said the Queen, "we will trust you. But what shall we do?"

"Are there many of these mice which call you Queen and are willing to
obey you?"
"Oh, yes; there are thousands," she replied.
"Then send for them all to come here as soon as possible, and let each one
bring a long piece of string."
The Queen turned to the mice that attended her and told them to go at once
and get all her people. As soon as they heard her orders they ran away in
every direction as fast as possible.
"Now," said the Scarecrow to the Tin Woodman, "you must go to those
trees by the river-side and make a truck that will carry the Lion."
So the Woodman went at once to the trees and began to work; and he soon
made a truck out of the limbs of trees, from which he chopped away all the
leaves and branches. He fastened it together with wooden pegs and made
the four wheels out of short pieces of a big tree-trunk. So fast and so well
did he work that by the time the mice began to arrive the truck was all
ready for them.
They came from all directions, and there were thousands of them: big mice
and little mice and middle-sized mice; and each one brought a piece of
string in his mouth. It was about this time that Dorothy woke from her
long sleep and opened her eyes. She was greatly astonished to find herself
lying upon the grass, with thousands of mice standing around and looking
at her timidly. But the Scarecrow told her about everything, and turning to
the dignified little Mouse, he said,
"Permit me to introduce to you her Majesty, the Queen."
Dorothy nodded gravely and the Queen made a courtesy, after which she
became quite friendly with the little girl.
The Scarecrow and the Woodman now began to fasten the mice to the
truck, using the strings they had brought. One end of a string was tied
around the neck of each mouse and the other end to the truck. Of course
the truck was a thousand times bigger than any of the mice who were to
draw it; but when all the mice had been harnessed they were able to pull it

quite easily. Even the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman could sit on it, and
were drawn swiftly by their queer little horses to the place where the Lion
lay asleep.

After a great deal of hard work, for the Lion was heavy, they managed to
get him up on the truck. Then the
Queen hurriedly gave her people the
order to start, for she feared if the

mice stayed among the poppies too long they also would fall asleep.
At first the little creatures, many though they were, could hardly stir the
heavily loaded truck; but the Woodman and the Scarecrow both pushed
from behind, and they got along better. Soon they rolled the Lion out of
the poppy bed to the green fields, where he could breathe the sweet, fresh
air again, instead of the poisonous scent of the flowers.
Dorothy came to meet them and thanked the little mice warmly for saving
her companion from death. She had grown so fond of the big Lion she was
glad he had been rescued.
Then the mice were unharnessed from the truck and scampered away
through the grass to their homes. The Queen of the Mice was the last to
leave.
"If ever you need us again," she said, "come out into the field and call, and
we shall hear you and come to your assistance. Good bye!"
"Good bye!" they all answered, and away the Queen ran, while Dorothy
held Toto tightly lest he should run after her and frighten her.
After this they sat down beside the Lion until he should awaken; and the
Scarecrow brought Dorothy some fruit from a tree near by, which she ate
for her dinner.

was some time before the Cowardly Lion
awakened, for he had lain among the poppies a long
while, breathing in their deadly fragrance; but when
he did open his eyes and roll off the truck he was very
glad to find himself still alive.
"I ran as fast as I could," he said, sitting down and
yawning; "but the flowers were too strong for me. How did you get me
out?"
Then they told him of the field-mice, and how they had generously saved
him from death; and the Cowardly Lion laughed, and said,
"I have always thought myself very big and terrible; yet such small things
as flowers came near to killing me, and such small animals as mice have
saved my life. How strange it all is! But, comrades, what shall we do
now?"

"We must journey on until we find the road of yellow brick again," said
Dorothy; "and then we can keep on to the Emerald City."
So, the Lion being fully refreshed, and feeling quite himself again, they all
started upon the journey, greatly enjoying the walk through the soft, fresh
grass; and it was not long before they reached the road of yellow brick and
turned again toward the Emerald City where the
great Oz dwelt.

The road was smooth and well paved, now, and the country about was
beautiful; so that the travelers rejoiced in leaving the forest far behind, and
with it the many dangers they had met in its gloomy shades. Once more
they could see fences built beside the road; but these were painted green,

and when they came to a small house, in which a farmer evidently lived,
that also was painted green. They passed by several of these houses during
the afternoon, and sometimes people came to the doors and looked at them
as if they would like to ask questions; but no one came near them nor
spoke to them because of the great Lion, of which they were much afraid.
The people were all dressed in clothing of a lovely emerald green color
and wore peaked hats like those of the Munchkins.
"This must be the Land of Oz," said Dorothy, "and we are surely getting
near the Emerald City."
"Yes," answered the Scarecrow; "everything is green here, while in the
country of the Munchkins blue was the favorite color. But the people do
not seem to be as friendly as the Munchkins and I'm afraid we shall be
unable to find a place to pass the night."
"I should like something to eat besides fruit," said the girl, "and I'm sure
Toto is nearly starved. Let us stop at the next house and talk to the
people."
So, when they came to a good sized farm house, Dorothy walked boldly
up to the door and knocked. A woman opened it just far enough to look
out, and said,
"What do you want, child, and why is that great Lion with you?"
"We wish to pass the night with you, if you will allow us," answered
Dorothy; "and the Lion is my friend and comrade, and would not hurt you
for the world."
"Is he tame?" asked the woman, opening the door a little wider.
"Oh, yes;" said the girl, "and he is a great coward, too; so that he will be
more afraid of you than you are of him."
"Well," said the woman, after thinking it over and taking another peep at
the Lion, "if that is the case you may come in, and I will give you some
supper and a place to sleep."
So they all entered the house, where there were, besides the woman, two
children and a man. The man had hurt his leg, and was lying on the couch

in a corner. They seemed greatly surprised to see so strange a company,
and while the woman was busy laying the table the man asked,
"Where are you all going?"
"To the Emerald City," said Dorothy, "to see the Great Oz."
"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed the man. "Are you sure that Oz will see you?"
"Why not?" she replied.
"Why, it is said that he never lets any one come into his presence. I have
been to the Emerald City many times, and it is a beautiful and wonderful
place; but I have never been permitted to see the Great Oz, nor do I know
of any living person who has seen him."

"Does he never go out?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Never. He sits day after day in the great throne room of his palace, and
even those who wait upon him do not see him face to face."
"What is he like?" asked the girl.
"That is hard to tell," said the man, thoughtfully. "You see, Oz is a great
Wizard, and can take on any form he wishes. So that some say he looks
like a bird; and some say he looks like an elephant; and some say he looks
like a cat. To others he appears as a beautiful

fairy, or a brownie, or in any other form that
pleases him. But who the real
Oz is, when he is in his own
form, no living person can
tell."
"That is very strange," said
Dorothy; "but we must try, in
some way, to see him, or we
shall have made our journey for
nothing."
"Why do you wish to see the
terrible Oz?" asked the man.
"I want him to give me some
brains," said the Scarecrow, eagerly.
"Oh, Oz could do that easily enough," declared the man. "He has more
brains than he needs."
"And I want him to give me a heart," said the Tin Woodman.
"That will not trouble him," continued the man, "for Oz has a large
collection of hearts, of all sizes and shapes."
"And I want him to give me courage," said the Cowardly Lion.
"Oz keeps a great pot of courage in his throne room," said the man, "which
he has covered with a golden plate, to keep it from running over. He will
be glad to give you some."
"And I want him to send me back to Kansas," said Dorothy.
"Where is Kansas?" asked the man, in surprise.
"I don't know," replied Dorothy, sorrowfully; "but it is my home, and I'm
sure it's somewhere."
"Very likely. Well, Oz can do anything; so I suppose he will find Kansas
for you. But first you must get to see him, and that will be a hard task; for

the great Wizard does not like to see anyone, and he usually has his own
way. But what do you want?" he continued, speaking to Toto. Toto only
wagged his tail; for, strange to say, he could not speak.

"The Lion ate some of the porridge."

The woman now called to them that supper was ready, so they gathered
around the table and Dorothy ate some delicious porridge and a dish of
scrambled eggs and a plate of nice white bread, and enjoyed her meal. The
Lion ate some of the porridge, but did not care for it, saying it was made
from oats and oats were food for horses, not for lions. The Scarecrow and
the Tin Woodman ate nothing at all. Toto ate a little of everything, and was
glad to get a good supper again.
The woman now gave Dorothy a bed to sleep in, and Toto lay down beside
her, while the Lion guarded the door of her room so she might not be
disturbed. The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman stood up in a corner and
kept quiet all night, although of course they could not sleep.
The next morning, as soon as the sun was up, they started on their way,
and soon saw a beautiful green glow in the sky just before them.
"That must be the Emerald City," said Dorothy.
As they walked on, the green glow became brighter and brighter, and it
seemed that at last they were nearing the end of their travels. Yet it was
afternoon before they came to the great wall that surrounded the City. It
was high, and thick, and of a bright green color.
In front of them, and at the end of the road of yellow brick, was a big gate,
all studded with emeralds that glittered so in the sun that even the painted
eyes of the Scarecrow were dazzled by their brilliancy.
There was a bell beside the gate, and Dorothy pushed the button and heard
a silvery tinkle sound within. Then the big gate swung slowly open, and
they all passed through and found themselves in a high arched room, the
walls of which glistened with countless emeralds.
Before them stood a little man about the same size as the Munchkins. He
was clothed all in green, from his head to his feet, and even his skin was of
a greenish tint. At his side was a large green box.
When he saw Dorothy and her companions the man asked,
"What do you wish in the Emerald City?"

"We came here to see the Great Oz," said Dorothy.
The man was so surprised at this answer that he sat down to think it over.
"It has been many years since anyone asked me to see Oz," he said,
shaking his head in perplexity. "He is powerful and terrible, and if you
come on an idle or foolish errand to bother the wise reflections of the
Great Wizard, he might be angry and destroy you all in an instant."

"But it is not a foolish errand, nor an idle one," replied the Scarecrow; "it
is important. And we have been told that Oz is a good Wizard."
"So he is," said the green man; "and he rules the Emerald City wisely and
well. But to those who are not honest, or who approach him from

curiosity, he is most terrible, and few have ever dared ask to see his face. I
am the Guardian of the Gates, and since you demand to see the Great Oz I
must take you to his palace. But first you must put on the spectacles."
"Why?" asked Dorothy.
"Because if you did not wear spectacles the brightness and glory of the
Emerald City would blind you. Even those who live in the City must wear
spectacles night and day. They are all locked on, for Oz so ordered it when
the City was first built, and I have the only key that will unlock them."
He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was filled with spectacles
of every size and shape. All of them had green glasses in them. The
Guardian of the gates found a pair that
would just fit Dorothy and put them over
her eyes. There were two golden bands
fastened to them that passed around the
back of her head, where they were locked
together by a little key that was at the end
of a chain the Guardian
of the Gates wore around
his neck. When they
were on, Dorothy could
not take them off had she
wished, but of course she
did not want to be
blinded by the glare of
the Emerald City, so she said nothing.
Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scarecrow and the Tin
Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto; and all were locked fast
with the key.
Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he
was ready to show them to the palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg
on the wall he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the
portal into the streets of the Emerald City.

with eyes protected by
the green spectacles
Dorothy and her
friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The
streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and
studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a
pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined
together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness
of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the
City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.
There were many people, men, women and children, walking about, and
these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They
looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering
eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when
they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the
street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy
and green pop-corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green
hats and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling green
lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that they
paid for it with green pennies.

There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried
things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them.
Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.
The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came to
a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the Palace of
Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in a
green uniform and wearing a long green beard.
"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they
demand to see the Great Oz."
"Step inside," answered the soldier, "and I will carry your message to
him."

So they passed through the Palace gates and were led into a
big room with a green carpet and lovely green furniture set

with emeralds. The soldier made them all wipe their feet upon
a green mat before entering this room, and when they were
seated he said, politely,
"Please make yourselves comfortable while I go to the door of
the Throne Room and tell Oz you are here."
They had to wait a long time before the soldier returned.
When, at last, he came back, Dorothy asked,
"Have you seen Oz?"
"Oh, no;" returned the soldier; "I have never seen
him. But I spoke to him as he sat behind his
screen, and gave him your message. He says he
will grant you an audience, if you so desire; but
each one of you must enter his presence alone,
and he will admit but one each day. Therefore, as
you must remain in the Palace for several days, I
will have you shown to rooms where you may
rest in comfort after your journey."
"Thank you," replied the girl; "that is very kind of
Oz."

The soldier now blew upon a green whistle, and at once a young girl,
dressed in a pretty green silk gown, entered the room. She had lovely
green hair and green eyes, and she bowed low before Dorothy as she said,

"Follow me and I will show you your room."
So Dorothy said good-bye to all her friends except Toto, and taking the
dog in her arms followed the green girl through seven passages and up
three flights of stairs until they came to a room at the front of the Palace. It
was the sweetest little room in the world, with a soft, comfortable bed that
had sheets of green silk and a green velvet counterpane. There was a tiny
fountain in the middle of the room, that shot a spray of green perfume into
the air, to fall back into a beautifully carved green marble basin. Beautiful
green flowers stood in the windows, and there was a shelf with a row of
little green books. When Dorothy had time to open these books she found
them full of queer green pictures that made her laugh, they were so funny.
In a wardrobe were many green dresses, made of silk and satin and velvet;
and all of them fitted Dorothy exactly.
"Make yourself perfectly at home," said the green girl, "and if you wish
for anything ring the bell. Oz will send for you to-morrow morning."
She left Dorothy alone and went back to the others. These she also led to
rooms, and each one of them found himself lodged in a very pleasant part
of the Palace. Of course this politeness was wasted on the Scarecrow; for
when he found himself alone in his room he stood stupidly in one spot,
just within the doorway, to wait till morning. It would not rest him to lie
down, and he could not close his eyes; so he remained all night staring at a
little spider which was weaving its web in a corner of the room, just as if it
were not one of the most wonderful rooms in the world. The Tin
Woodman lay down on his bed from force of habit, for he remembered
when he was made of flesh; but not being able to sleep he passed the night
moving his joints up and down to make sure they kept in good working
order. The Lion would have preferred a bed of dried leaves in the forest,
and did not like being shut up in a room; but he had too much sense to let
this worry him, so he sprang upon the bed and rolled himself up like a cat
and purred himself asleep in a minute.

The next morning, after breakfast, the green maiden came to fetch
Dorothy, and she dressed her in one of the prettiest gowns—made of green
brocaded satin. Dorothy put on a green silk apron and tied a green ribbon
around Toto's neck, and they started for the Throne Room of the Great Oz.

First they came to a great hall in which were many ladies and gentlemen
of the court, all dressed in rich costumes. These people had nothing to do
but talk to each other, but they always came to wait outside the Throne
Room every morning, although they were
never permitted to see Oz. As Dorothy entered
they looked at her curiously, and one of them
whispered,
"Are you really going to look upon the face of
Oz the Terrible?"
"Of course," answered the girl, "if
he will see me."
"Oh, he will see you," said the
soldier who had taken her message
to the Wizard, "although he does
not like to have people ask to see him. Indeed, at first he was angry, and
said I should send you back where you came from. Then he asked me what
you looked like, and when I mentioned your silver shoes he was very
much interested. At last I told him about the mark upon your forehead, and
he decided he would admit you to his presence."
Just then a bell rang, and the green girl said to Dorothy,
"That is the signal. You must go into the Throne Room alone."
She opened a little door and Dorothy walked boldly through and found
herself in a wonderful place. It was a big, round room with a high arched
roof, and the walls and ceiling and floor were covered with large emeralds
set closely together. In the center of the roof was a great light, as bright as
the sun, which made the emeralds sparkle in a wonderful manner.
But what interested Dorothy most was the big throne of green marble that
stood in the middle of the room. It was shaped like a chair and sparkled
with gems, as did everything else. In the center of the chair was an
enormous Head, without body to support it or any arms or legs whatever.
There was no hair upon this head, but it had eyes and nose and mouth, and
was bigger than the head of the biggest giant.

As Dorothy gazed upon this in wonder and fear the eyes turned slowly and
looked at her sharply and steadily. Then the mouth moved, and Dorothy
heard a voice say:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?"
It was not such an awful voice as she had expected to come from the big
Head; so she took courage and answered,
"I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek. I have come to you for help."
The eyes looked at her thoughtfully for a full minute. Then said the voice:
"Where did you get the silver shoes?"
"I got them from the wicked Witch of the East, when my house fell on her
and killed her," she replied.
"Where did you get the mark upon your forehead?" continued the voice.
"That is where the good Witch of the North kissed me when she bade me
good-bye and sent me to you," said the girl.
Again the eyes looked at her sharply, and they saw she was telling the
truth. Then Oz asked,
"What do you wish me to do?"
"Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are," she
answered, earnestly. "I don't like your country, although it is so beautiful.
And I am sure Aunt Em will be dreadfully worried over my being away so
long."
The eyes winked three times, and then they turned up to the ceiling and
down to the floor and rolled around so queerly that they seemed to see
every part of the room. And at last they looked at Dorothy again.
"Why should I do this for you?" asked Oz.
"Because you are strong and I am weak; because you are a Great Wizard
and I am only a helpless little girl," she answered.

"But you were strong enough to kill the wicked Witch of the East," said
Oz.
"That just happened," returned Dorothy, simply; "I could not help it."
"Well," said the Head, "I will give you my answer. You have no right to
expect me to send you back to Kansas unless you do something for me in
return. In this country everyone must pay for everything he gets. If you
wish me to use my magic power to send you home again you must do
something for me first. Help me and I will help you."
"What must I do?" asked the girl.
"Kill the wicked Witch of the West," answered Oz.
"But I cannot!" exclaimed Dorothy, greatly surprised.
"You killed the Witch of the East and you wear the silver shoes, which
bear a powerful charm. There is now but one Wicked Witch left in all this
land, and when you can tell me she is dead I will send you back to Kansas
—but not before."
The little girl began to weep, she was so much disappointed; and the eyes
winked again and looked upon her anxiously, as if the Great Oz felt that
she could help him if she would.
"I never killed anything, willingly," she sobbed; "and even if I wanted to,
how could I kill the Wicked Witch? If you, who are Great and Terrible,
cannot kill her yourself, how do you expect me to do it?"

"I do not know," said the Head; "but that is my
answer, and until the Wicked Witch dies you
will not see your Uncle and Aunt again.
Remember that the Witch is Wicked—
tremendously Wicked—and ought to be killed.
Now go, and do not ask to see me again until
you have done
your task."
Sorrowfully
Dorothy left the
Throne Room
and went back
where the Lion
and the
Scarecrow and
the Tin Woodman

were waiting to
hear what Oz had said to her.
"There is no hope for me," she said, sadly, "for Oz will not send me home
until I have killed the Wicked Witch of the West; and that I can never do."
Her friends were sorry, but could do nothing to help her; so she went to
her own room and lay down on the bed and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the
Scarecrow and said,
"Come with me, for Oz has sent for you."
So the Scarecrow followed him and was admitted into the great Throne
Room, where he saw, sitting in the emerald throne, a most lovely lady. She
was dressed in green silk gauze and wore upon her flowing green locks a
crown of jewels. Growing from her shoulders were wings, gorgeous in
color and so light that they fluttered if the slightest breath of air reached
them.
When the Scarecrow had bowed, as prettily as his straw stuffing would let
him, before this beautiful creature, she looked upon him sweetly, and said,
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?"
Now the Scarecrow, who had expected to see the great Head Dorothy had
told him of, was much astonished; but he answered her bravely.
"I am only a Scarecrow, stuffed with straw. Therefore I have no brains, and
I come to you praying that you will put brains in my head instead of straw,
so that I may become as much a man as any other in your dominions."

"Why should I do this for you?" asked the lady.
"Because you are wise and powerful, and no one
else can help me," answered the Scarecrow.
"I never grant favors without some return," said
Oz; "but this much I will promise. If you will kill

for me the Wicked Witch of the West I will bestow
upon you a great many brains, and such good
brains that you will be the wisest man in
all the Land of Oz."
"I thought you asked Dorothy to kill the
Witch," said, the Scarecrow, in surprise.
"So I did. I don't care who kills
her. But until she is dead I will
not grant your wish. Now go,
and do not seek me again until
you have earned the
brains you so greatly
desire."
The Scarecrow went
sorrowfully back to his
friends and told them
what Oz had said; and
Dorothy was surprised
to find that the great
Wizard was not a Head, as she had seen him, but a lovely lady.
"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "she needs a heart as much as the Tin
Woodman."
On the next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the Tin
Woodman and said,
"Oz has sent for you. Follow me,"
So the Tin Woodman followed him and came to the great Throne Room.
He did not know whether he would find Oz a lovely lady or a Head, but he
hoped it would be the lovely lady. "For," he said to himself, "if it is the
Head, I am sure I shall not be given a heart, since a head has no heart of its
own and therefore cannot feel for me. But if it is the lovely lady I shall beg
hard for a heart, for all ladies are themselves said to be kindly hearted."

But when the Woodman entered the great Throne Room he saw neither the
Head nor the Lady, for Oz had taken the shape of a most terrible Beast. It
was nearly as big as an elephant, and the green throne seemed hardly
strong enough to hold its weight. The Beast had a head like that of a
rhinoceros, only there were five eyes in its face. There were five long arms
growing out of its body and it also had five long, slim legs. Thick, woolly
hair covered every part of it, and a more dreadful looking monster could
not be imagined. It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that
moment, for it would have beat loud and fast from terror. But being only
tin, the Woodman was not at all afraid, although he was much
disappointed.
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," spake the Beast, in a voice that was one
great roar. "Who are you, and why do you seek me?"

"The Eyes looked at her thoughtfully."

"I am a Woodman, and made of tin. Therefore I have no heart, and cannot
love. I pray you to give me a heart that I may be as other men are."
"Why should I do this?" demanded the Beast.
"Because I ask it, and you alone can grant my request," answered the
Woodman.
Oz gave a low growl at this, but said, gruffly,
"If you indeed desire a heart, you must earn it."
"How?" asked the Woodman.
"Help Dorothy to kill the Wicked Witch of the West," replied the Beast.
"When the Witch is dead, come to me, and I will then give you the biggest
and kindest and most loving heart in all the Land of Oz."

So the Tin Woodman was forced to return sorrowfully to his friends and
tell them of the terrible Beast he had seen. They all
wondered greatly at the many forms the great
Wizard could take upon himself, and the Lion said,

"If he is a beast when I go to see him, I shall roar my
loudest, and so frighten him that he will grant all I
ask. And if he is the lovely lady, I shall pretend to
spring upon her, and so compel her to do my
bidding. And if he is the great Head, he will be at my
mercy; for I will roll this head all about the room
until he promises to give us what we desire. So be of
good cheer my friends for all will yet be well."

The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers led the Lion to the
great Throne Room and bade him enter the presence of Oz.
The Lion at once passed through the door, and glancing around saw, to his
surprise, that before the throne was a Ball of Fire, so fierce and glowing he
could scarcely bear to gaze upon it. His first thought was that Oz had by
accident caught on fire and was burning up; but, when he tried to go
nearer, the heat was so intense that it singed his whiskers, and he crept
back tremblingly to a spot nearer the door.
Then a low, quiet voice came from the Ball of Fire, and these were the
words it spoke:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible.
Who are you, and why do you seek
me?" And the Lion answered,
"I am a Cowardly Lion, afraid of
everything. I come to you to beg that
you give me courage, so that in
reality I may become the King of
Beasts, as men call me."
"Why should I give you courage?"
demanded Oz.
"Because of all Wizards you are the
greatest, and alone have power to

grant my request," answered the Lion.
The Ball of Fire burned fiercely for a time, and the voice said,

"Bring me proof that the Wicked Witch is dead, and that moment I will
give you courage. But so long as the Witch lives you must remain a
coward."
The Lion was angry at this speech, but could say nothing in reply, and
while he stood silently gazing at the Ball of Fire it became so furiously hot
that he turned tail and rushed from the room. He was glad to find his
friends waiting for him, and told them of his terrible interview with the
Wizard.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy, sadly.
"There is only one thing we can do," returned the Lion, "and that is to go
to the land of the Winkies, seek out the Wicked Witch, and destroy her."
"But suppose we cannot?" said the girl.
"Then I shall never have courage," declared the Lion.
"And I shall never have brains," added the Scarecrow.
"And I shall never have a heart," spoke the Tin Woodman.
"And I shall never see Aunt Em and Uncle Henry," said Dorothy,
beginning to cry.
"Be careful!" cried the green girl, "the tears will fall on your green silk
gown, and spot it."
So Dorothy dried her eyes and said,
"I suppose we must try it; but I am sure I do not want to kill anybody, even
to see Aunt Em again."
"I will go with you; but I'm too much of a coward to kill the Witch," said
the Lion.
"I will go too," declared the Scarecrow; "but I shall not be of much help to
you, I am such a fool."
"I haven't the heart to harm even a Witch," remarked the Tin Woodman;
"but if you go I certainly shall go with you."

Therefore it was decided to start upon their journey the next morning, and
the Woodman sharpened his axe on a green grindstone and had all his
joints properly oiled. The Scarecrow stuffed himself with fresh straw and
Dorothy put new paint on his eyes that he might see better. The green girl,
who was very kind to them, filled Dorothy's basket with good things to
eat, and fastened a little bell around Toto's neck with a green ribbon.
They went to bed quite early and slept soundly until daylight, when they
were awakened by the crowing of a green cock that lived in the back yard
of the palace, and the cackling of a hen that had laid a green egg.

"The Soldier with the green whiskers led them through the streets."

soldier with the green whiskers led them
through the streets of the Emerald City
until they reached the room where the
Guardian of the Gates lived. This officer unlocked
their spectacles to put them back in his great box,
and then he politely opened the gate for our
friends.
"Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West?" asked Dorothy.
"There is no road," answered the Guardian of the Gates; "no one ever
wishes to go that way."
"How, then, are we to find her?" enquired the girl.
"That will be easy," replied the man; "for when she knows you are in the
Country of the Winkies she will find you, and make you all her slaves."

"Perhaps not," said the Scarecrow, "for we mean to destroy her."
"Oh, that is different," said the Guardian of the Gates. "No one has ever
destroyed her before, so I naturally thought she
would make slaves of you, as she has of all the
rest. But take care; for she is wicked and fierce,
and may not allow you to destroy her. Keep to the
West, where the sun sets, and you cannot fail to
find her."

They thanked him and bade him good-bye, and
turned toward the West, walking over fields of soft
grass dotted here and there with daisies and
buttercups. Dorothy still wore the pretty silk dress
she had put on in the palace, but now, to her
surprise, she found it was no longer green, but
pure white. The ribbon around Toto's neck had also
lost its green color and was as white as Dorothy's
dress.
The Emerald City was soon left far behind. As
they advanced the ground became rougher and
hillier, for there were no farms nor houses in this
country of the West, and the ground was untilled.
In the afternoon the sun shone hot in their faces,
for there were no trees to offer them shade; so that
before night Dorothy and Toto and the Lion were
tired, and lay down upon the grass and fell asleep, with the Woodman and
the Scarecrow keeping watch.
Now the Wicked Witch of the West had but one eye, yet that was as
powerful as a telescope, and could see everywhere. So, as she sat in the
door of her castle, she happened to look around and saw Dorothy lying
asleep, with her friends all about her. They were a long distance off, but
the Wicked Witch was angry to find them in her country; so she blew upon
a silver whistle that hung around her neck.
At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great
wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.
"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to pieces."
"Are you not going to make them your slaves?" asked the leader of the
wolves.
"No," she answered, "one is of tin, and one of straw; one is a girl and
another a Lion. None of them is fit to work, so you may tear them into
small pieces."

"Very well," said the wolf, and he dashed away at full speed, followed by
the others.
It was lucky the Scarecrow and the Woodman were wide awake and heard
the wolves coming.
"This is my fight," said the Woodman; "so get behind me and I will meet
them as they come."
He seized his axe, which he had made very sharp, and as the leader of the
wolves came on the Tin Woodman swung his arm and chopped the wolf's
head from its body, so that it immediately died. As soon as he could raise
his axe another wolf came up, and he also fell under the sharp edge of the
Tin Woodman's weapon. There were forty wolves, and forty times a wolf
was killed; so that at last they all lay dead in a heap before the Woodman.

Then he put down his axe and
sat beside the Scarecrow, who
said,
"It was a good fight, friend."

They waited until
Dorothy awoke the
next morning. The
little girl was quite
frightened when
she saw the great
pile of shaggy
wolves, but the Tin
Woodman told her all. She thanked him for saving them and sat down to
breakfast, after which they started again upon their journey.
Now this same morning the Wicked Witch came to the door of her castle
and looked out with her one eye that could see afar off. She saw all her
wolves lying dead, and the strangers still travelling through her country.
This made her angrier than before, and she blew her silver whistle twice.
Straightway a great flock of wild crows came flying toward her, enough to
darken the sky. And the Wicked Witch said to the King Crow,
"Fly at once to the strangers; peck out their eyes and tear them to pieces."
The wild crows flew in one great flock toward Dorothy and her
companions. When the little girl saw them coming she was afraid. But the
Scarecrow said,
"This is my battle; so lie down beside me and you will not be harmed."
So they all lay upon the ground except the Scarecrow, and he stood up and
stretched out his arms. And when the crows saw him they were frightened,
as these birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare to come any
nearer. But the King Crow said,
"It is only a stuffed man. I will peck his eyes out."
The King Crow flew at the Scarecrow, who caught it by the head and
twisted its neck until it died. And then another crow flew at him, and the
Scarecrow twisted its neck also. There were forty crows, and forty times
the Scarecrow twisted a neck, until at last all were lying dead beside him.

Then he called to his companions to rise, and again they went upon their
journey.

When the Wicked Witch looked out again and saw all
her crows lying in a heap, she got into a terrible rage,
and blew three times upon her silver whistle.
Forthwith there was heard a great buzzing in the air,
and a swarm of black bees came flying towards her.
"Go to the strangers and sting them to death!"
commanded the Witch, and the bees turned and flew
rapidly until they came to where Dorothy and her
friends were walking. But the Woodman had seen them
coming and the Scarecrow had decided what to do.
"Take out my straw and scatter it over the little girl and
the dog and the lion," he said to the Woodman,
"and the bees cannot sting them." This the
Woodman did, and as Dorothy lay close
beside the Lion and held Toto in her arms, the
straw covered them entirely.
The bees came and found no one but the Woodman to
sting, so they flew at him and broke off all their
stings against the tin, without hurting the Woodman
at all. And as bees cannot live when their stings are
broken that was the end of the black bees, and they

lay scattered thick about the Woodman, like little heaps of fine coal.
Then Dorothy and the Lion got up, and the girl helped the Tin Woodman
put the straw back into the Scarecrow again, until he was as good as ever.
So they started upon their journey once more.

The Wicked Witch was so angry when she saw her black bees in little
heaps like fine coal that she stamped her foot and tore her hair and
gnashed her teeth. And then she called a dozen of her slaves, who were the
Winkies, and gave them sharp spears, telling them to go to the strangers
and destroy them.
The Winkies were not a brave people, but they had to do as they were told;
so they marched away until they came near to Dorothy. Then the Lion
gave a great roar and sprang toward them, and the poor Winkies were so
frightened that they ran back as fast as they could.
When they returned to the castle
the Wicked Witch beat them well
with a strap, and sent them back to
their work, after which she sat
down to think what she should do
next. She could not understand
how all her plans to destroy these strangers had failed; but she was a
powerful Witch, as well as a wicked one, and she soon made up her mind
how to act.

There was, in her cupboard, a Golden Cap, with a
circle of diamonds and rubies running round it. This
Golden Cap had a charm. Whoever owned it could call
three times upon the Winged Monkeys, who would
obey any order they were given. But no
person could command these strange
creatures more than three times. Twice
already the Wicked Witch had used the
charm of the Cap. Once was when
she had made the Winkies her slaves,
and set herself to rule over their
country. The Winged Monkeys had
helped her do this. The second time
was when she had fought against the
Great Oz himself, and driven him out

of the land of the West. The Winged
Monkeys had also helped her in doing this.
Only once more could she use this Golden
Cap, for which reason she did not like to do so until all her other powers
were exhausted. But now that her fierce wolves and her wild crows and
her stinging bees were gone, and her slaves had been scared away by the
Cowardly Lion, she saw there was only one way left to destroy Dorothy
and her friends.
So the Wicked Witch took the Golden Cap from her cupboard and placed
it upon her head.
Then she stood upon her left foot and said, slowly, "Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-
ke!"
Next she stood upon her right foot and said, "Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!"
After this she stood upon both feet and cried in a loud voice, "Ziz-zy, zuz-
zy, zik!"
Now the charm began to work. The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling
sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings; a great
chattering and laughing; and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the
Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of
immense and powerful wings on his shoulders.
One, much bigger than the others, seemed to be their leader. He flew close
to the Witch and said,
"You have called us for the third and last time. What do you command?"
"Go to the strangers who are within my land and destroy them all except
the Lion," said the Wicked Witch. "Bring that beast to me, for I have a
mind to harness him like a horse, and make him work."
"Your commands shall be obeyed," said the leader; and then, with a great
deal of chattering and noise, the Winged Monkeys flew away to the place
where Dorothy and her friends were walking.

Some of the Monkeys seized the Tin Woodman and carried him through
the air until they were over a country thickly covered with sharp rocks.
Here they dropped the poor Woodman, who fell a great distance to the
rocks, where he lay so battered and dented that he could neither move nor
groan.
Others of the Monkeys caught the Scarecrow, and with their long fingers
pulled all of the straw out of his clothes and head. They made his hat and
boots and clothes into a small bundle and threw it into the top branches of
a tall tree.
The remaining Monkeys threw pieces of stout rope around the Lion and
wound many coils about his body and head and legs, until he was unable
to bite or scratch or struggle in any way. Then they lifted him up and flew
away with him to the Witch's castle, where he was placed in a small yard
with a high iron fence around it, so that he could not escape.
But Dorothy they did not harm at all. She stood, with Toto in her arms,
watching the sad fate of her comrades and thinking it would soon be her
turn. The leader of the Winged Monkeys flew up to her, his long, hairy
arms stretched out and his ugly face grinning terribly; but he saw the mark
of the Good Witch's kiss upon her forehead and stopped short, motioning
the others not to touch her.

"The Monkeys wound many coils about his body."

"We dare not harm this little girl," he said to them, "for she is protected by
the Power of Good, and that is greater than the Power of Evil. All we can
do is to carry her to the castle of the Wicked Witch and leave her there."
So, carefully and gently, they lifted Dorothy in their arms and carried her
swiftly through the air until they came to the castle, where they set her
down upon the front door step. Then the leader said to the Witch,
"We have obeyed you as far as we were able. The Tin Woodman and the
Scarecrow are destroyed, and the Lion is tied up in your yard. The little
girl we dare not harm, nor the dog she carries in her arms. Your power
over our band is now ended, and you will never see us again."
Then all the Winged Monkeys, with much laughing and chattering and
noise, flew into the air and were soon out of sight.

The Wicked Witch was both surprised and worried when she saw the mark
on Dorothy's forehead, for she knew well that neither the Winged
Monkeys nor she, herself, dare hurt the girl in any way. She looked down
at Dorothy's feet, and seeing the Silver Shoes, began to tremble with fear,
for she knew what a powerful charm belonged to them. At first the Witch
was tempted to run away from Dorothy; but she happened to look into the
child's eyes and saw how simple the soul behind them was, and that the

little girl did not know of the wonderful power the Silver Shoes gave her.
So the Wicked Witch laughed to herself, and thought, "I can still make her
my slave, for she does not know how to use her power." Then she said to
Dorothy, harshly and severely,
"Come with me; and see that you mind everything I tell you, for if you do
not I will make an end of you, as I did of the Tin Woodman and the
Scarecrow."
Dorothy followed her through many of the beautiful rooms in her castle
until they came to the kitchen, where the Witch bade her clean the pots and
kettles and sweep the floor and keep the fire fed with wood.
Dorothy went to work meekly, with her mind made up to work as hard as
she could; for she was glad the Wicked Witch had decided not to kill her.
With Dorothy hard at work the Witch thought she would go into the court-
yard and harness the Cowardly Lion like a horse; it would amuse her, she
was sure, to make him draw her chariot whenever she wished to go to
drive. But as she opened the gate the Lion gave a loud roar and bounded at
her so fiercely that the Witch was afraid, and ran out and shut the gate
again.
"If I cannot harness you," said the Witch to the Lion, speaking through the
bars of the gate, "I can starve you. You shall have nothing to eat until you
do as I wish."
So after that she took no food to the imprisoned Lion; but every day she
came to the gate at noon and asked,
"Are you ready to be harnessed like a horse?"
And the Lion would answer,
"No. If you come in this yard I will bite you."
The reason the Lion did not have to do as the Witch wished was that every
night, while the woman was asleep Dorothy carried him food from the
cupboard. After he had eaten he would lie down on his bed of straw, and
Dorothy would lie beside him and put her head on his soft, shaggy mane,
while they talked of their troubles and tried to plan some way to escape.

But they could find no way to get out of the castle, for it was constantly
guarded by the yellow Winkies, who were the slaves of the Wicked Witch
and too afraid of her not to do as she told them.
The girl had to work hard during the day, and often the Witch threatened to
beat her with the same old umbrella she always carried in her hand. But, in
truth, she did not dare to strike Dorothy, because of the mark upon her
forehead. The child did not know this, and was full of fear for herself and
Toto. Once the Witch struck Toto a blow with her umbrella and the brave
little dog flew at her and bit her leg, in return. The Witch did not bleed
where she was bitten, for she was so wicked that the blood in her had dried
up many years before.
Dorothy's life became very sad as she grew to understand that it would be
harder than ever to get back to Kansas and Aunt Em again. Sometimes she
would cry bitterly for hours, with Toto sitting at her feet and looking into
her face, whining dismally to show how sorry he was for his little mistress.
Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so
long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy,
and that made him unhappy too.
Now the Wicked Witch had a great longing to have for her own the Silver
Shoes which the girl always wore. Her Bees and her Crows and her
Wolves were lying in heaps and drying up, and she had used up all the
power of the Golden Cap; but if she could only get hold of the Silver
Shoes they would give her more power than all the other things she had
lost. She watched Dorothy carefully, to see if she ever took off her shoes,
thinking she might steal them. But the child was so proud of her pretty
shoes that she never took them off except at night and when she took her
bath. The Witch was too much afraid of the dark to dare go in Dorothy's
room at night to take the shoes, and her dread of water was greater than
her fear of the dark, so she never came near when Dorothy was bathing.
Indeed, the old Witch never touched water, nor ever let water touch her in
any way.
But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally thought of a
trick that would give her what she wanted. She placed a bar of iron in the
middle of the kitchen floor, and then by her magic arts made the iron

invisible to human eyes. So that when Dorothy walked across the floor she
stumbled over the bar, not being able to see it, and fell at full length. She
was not much hurt, but in her fall one of the Silver Shoes came off, and
before she could reach it the Witch had snatched it away and put it on her
own skinny foot.

The wicked woman was greatly pleased with
the success of her trick, for as long as she
had one of the shoes she owned half the
power of their charm, and Dorothy could not
use it against her, even had she known how
to do so.
The little girl, seeing she had lost one of her
pretty shoes, grew angry, and said to the Witch,
"Give me back my shoe!"
"I will not," retorted the Witch, "for
it is now my shoe, and not yours."

"You are a wicked creature!" cried Dorothy. "You have no right to take my
shoe from me."
"I shall keep it, just the same," said the Witch, laughing at her, "and some
day I shall get the other one from you, too."
This made Dorothy so very angry that she picked up the bucket of water
that stood near and dashed it over the Witch, wetting her from head to
foot.
Instantly the wicked woman gave a loud cry of fear; and then, as Dorothy
looked at her in wonder, the Witch began to shrink and fall away.
"See what you have done!" she screamed. "In a minute I shall melt away."
"I'm very sorry, indeed," said Dorothy, who was truly frightened to see the
Witch actually melting away like brown sugar before her very eyes.
"Didn't you know water would be the end of me?" asked the Witch, in a
wailing, despairing voice.
"Of course not," answered Dorothy; "how should I?"
"Well, in a few minutes I shall be all melted, and you will have the castle
to yourself. I have been wicked in my day, but I never thought a little girl
like you would ever be able to melt me and end my wicked deeds. Look
out—here I go!"
With these words the Witch fell down in a brown, melted, shapeless mass
and began to spread over the clean boards of the kitchen floor. Seeing that
she had really melted away to nothing, Dorothy drew another bucket of
water and threw it over the mess. She then swept it all out the door. After
picking out the silver shoe, which was all that was left of the old woman,
she cleaned and dried it with a cloth, and put it on her foot again. Then,
being at last free to do as she chose, she ran out to the court-yard to tell the
Lion that the Wicked Witch of the West had come to an end, and that they
were no longer prisoners in a strange land.

Cowardly Lion was much pleased to
hear that the Wicked Witch had been
melted by a bucket of water, and
Dorothy at once unlocked the gate of his prison
and set him free. They went in together to the
castle, where Dorothy's first act was to call all
the Winkies together and tell them that they were
no longer slaves.
There was great rejoicing among the yellow Winkies, for they had been
made to work hard during many years for the Wicked Witch, who had
always treated them with great cruelty. They kept this day as a holiday,
then and ever after, and spent the time in feasting and dancing.
"If our friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, were only with us,"
said the Lion, "I should be quite happy."
"Don't you suppose we could rescue them?" asked the girl, anxiously.
"We can try," answered the Lion.
So they called the yellow Winkies and asked them if they would help to
rescue their friends, and the Winkies said that they would be delighted to
do all in their power for Dorothy, who had set them free from bondage. So
she chose a number of the Winkies who looked as if they knew the most,
and they all started away. They travelled that day and part of the next until
they came to the rocky plain where the Tin Woodman lay, all battered and
bent. His axe was near him, but the blade was rusted and the handle
broken off short.

The Winkies lifted him tenderly in their arms, and carried him back to the
yellow castle again, Dorothy shedding a few tears by the way at the sad
plight of her old friend, and the Lion looking sober and sorry. When they
reached the castle Dorothy said to the Winkies,
"Are any of your people tinsmiths?"
"Oh, yes; some of us are very good tinsmiths," they told her.
"Then bring them to me," she said. And when the tinsmiths came, bringing
with them all their tools in baskets, she enquired,

"The Tinsmiths worked for three days and four nights."

"Can you straighten out those dents in the Tin Woodman, and bend him
back into shape again, and solder him together where he is broken?"
The tinsmiths looked the Woodman over carefully and then answered that
they thought they could mend him so he would be as good as ever. So they
set to work in one of the big yellow rooms of the castle and worked for
three days and four nights, hammering and twisting and bending and
soldering and polishing and pounding at the legs and body and head of the
Tin Woodman, until at last he was straightened out into his old form, and
his joints worked as well as ever. To be sure, there were several patches on
him, but the tinsmiths did a good job, and as the Woodman was not a vain
man he did not mind the patches at all.
When, at last, he walked into Dorothy's room and thanked her for rescuing
him, he was so pleased that he wept tears of joy, and Dorothy had to wipe
every tear carefully from his face with her apron, so his joints would not
be rusted. At the same time her own tears fell thick and fast at the joy of
meeting her old friend again, and these tears did not need to be wiped
away. As for the Lion, he wiped his eyes so often with the tip of his tail
that it became quite wet, and he was obliged to go out into the court-yard
and hold it in the sun till it dried.
"If we only had the Scarecrow with us again," said the Tin Woodman,
when Dorothy had finished telling him everything that had happened, "I
should be quite happy."
"We must try to find him," said the girl.
So she called the Winkies to help her, and they walked all that day and part
of the next until they came to the tall tree in the branches of which the
Winged Monkeys had tossed the Scarecrow's clothes.
It was a very tall tree, and the trunk was so smooth that no one could climb
it; but the Woodman said at once,
"I'll chop it down, and then we can get the Scarecrow's clothes."
Now while the tinsmiths had been at work mending the Woodman himself,
another of the Winkies, who was a goldsmith, had made an axe-handle of
solid gold and fitted it to the Woodman's axe, instead of the old broken

handle. Others polished the blade until all the rust was removed and it
glistened like burnished silver.
As soon as he had spoken, the Tin Woodman began to chop, and in a short
time the tree fell over with a crash, when the Scarecrow's clothes fell out
of the branches and rolled off on the ground.
Dorothy picked them up and had the Winkies carry them back to the
castle, where they were stuffed with nice, clean straw; and, behold! here
was the Scarecrow, as good as ever, thanking them over and over again for
saving him.
Now they were reunited, Dorothy and her friends spent a few happy days
at the Yellow Castle, where they found everything they needed to make
them comfortable. But one day the girl thought of Aunt Em, and said,
"We must go back to Oz, and claim his promise."
"Yes," said the Woodman, "at last I shall get my heart."
"And I shall get my brains," added the Scarecrow, joyfully.
"And I shall get my courage," said the Lion, thoughtfully.
"And I shall get back to Kansas," cried Dorothy, clapping her hands. "Oh,
let us start for the Emerald City to-morrow!"

This they decided to do. The next day
they called the Winkies together and
bade them good-bye. The Winkies
were sorry to have them go, and they
had grown so fond of the Tin
Woodman that they begged him to stay
and rule over them and the Yellow

Land of the West. Finding they were determined to go, the Winkies gave

Toto and the Lion each a golden collar; and to Dorothy they presented a
beautiful bracelet, studded with diamonds; and to the Scarecrow they gave
a gold-headed walking stick, to keep him from stumbling; and to the Tin
Woodman they offered a silver oil-can, inlaid with gold and set with
precious jewels.
Every one of the travellers made the Winkies a pretty speech in return, and
all shook hands with them until their arms ached.
Dorothy went to the Witch's cupboard to fill her basket with food for the
journey, and there she saw the Golden Cap. She tried it on her own head
and found that it fitted her exactly. She did not know anything about the
charm of the Golden Cap, but she saw that it was pretty, so she made up
her mind to wear it and carry her sunbonnet in the basket.
Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald City;
and the Winkies gave them three cheers and many good wishes to carry
with them.

will remember there was no road—
not even a pathway—between the
castle of the Wicked Witch and the
Emerald City. When the four travellers went in
search of the Witch she had seen them coming, and
so sent the Winged Monkeys to bring them to her. It
was much harder to find their way back through the
big fields of buttercups and yellow daisies than it was being carried. They
knew, of course, they must go straight east, toward the rising sun; and they
started off in the right way. But at noon, when the sun was over their
heads, they did not know which was east and which was west, and that
was the reason they were lost in the great fields. They kept on walking,
however, and at night the moon came out and shone brightly. So they lay
down among the sweet smelling yellow flowers and slept soundly until
morning—all but the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman.

The next morning the sun was behind a cloud, but they started on, as
if they were quite sure which way they were going.
"If we walk far enough," said Dorothy, "we shall
sometime come to some place, I am sure."
But day by day passed away, and they still
saw nothing before them but the yellow
fields. The Scarecrow began to grumble a
bit.
"We have surely lost our way," he said,
"and unless we find it again in time to
reach the Emerald City I shall never get
my brains."
"Nor I my heart," declared the Tin Woodman. "It seems to me I can
scarcely wait till I get to Oz, and you must admit this is a very long
journey."

"You see," said the Cowardly Lion, with a whimper, "I haven't the courage
to keep tramping forever, without getting anywhere at all."
Then Dorothy lost heart. She sat down on the grass and looked at her
companions, and they sat down and looked at her, and Toto found that for
the first time in his life he was too tired to chase a butterfly that flew past
his head; so he put out his tongue and panted and looked at Dorothy as if
to ask what they should do next.
"Suppose we call the Field Mice," she suggested. "They could probably
tell us the way to the Emerald City."
"To be sure they could," cried the Scarecrow; "why didn't we think of that
before?"
Dorothy blew the little whistle she had always carried about her neck since
the Queen of the Mice had given it to her. In a few minutes they heard the
pattering of tiny feet, and many of the small grey mice came running up to
her. Among them was the Queen herself, who asked, in her squeaky little
voice,
"What can I do for my friends?"
"We have lost our way," said Dorothy. "Can you tell us where the Emerald
City is?"
"Certainly," answered the Queen; "but it is a great way off, for you have
had it at your backs all this time." Then she noticed Dorothy's Golden Cap,
and said, "Why don't you use the charm of the Cap, and call the Winged
Monkeys to you? They will carry you to the City of Oz in less than an
hour."
"I didn't know there was a charm," answered Dorothy, in surprise. "What
is it?"
"It is written inside the Golden Cap," replied the Queen of the Mice; "but
if you are going to call the Winged Monkeys we must run away, for they
are full of mischief and think it great fun to plague us."
"Won't they hurt me?" asked the girl, anxiously.

"Oh, no; they must obey the wearer of the Cap. Good-bye!" And she
scampered out of sight, with all the mice hurrying after her.
Dorothy looked inside the Golden Cap and saw some words written upon
the lining. These, she thought, must be the charm, so she read the
directions carefully and put the Cap upon her head.
"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!" she said, standing on her left foot.
"What did you say?" asked the Scarecrow, who did not know what she was
doing.
"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!" Dorothy went on, standing this time on her right
foot.
"Hello!" replied the Tin Woodman, calmly.

"The Monkeys caught Dorothy in their arms and flew away with her."

"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!" said Dorothy, who was now standing on both feet.
This ended the saying of the charm, and they heard a great chattering and
flapping of wings, as the band of Winged Monkeys flew up to them. The
King bowed low before Dorothy, and asked,
"What is your command?"
"We wish to go to the Emerald City," said the child, "and we have lost our
way."
"We will carry you," replied the King, and no sooner had he spoken than
two of the Monkeys caught Dorothy in their arms and flew away with her.
Others took the Scarecrow and the Woodman and the Lion, and one little
Monkey seized Toto and flew after them, although the dog tried hard to
bite him.
The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were rather frightened at first, for
they remembered how badly the Winged Monkeys had treated them
before; but they saw that no harm was intended, so they rode through the
air quite cheerfully, and had a fine time looking at the pretty gardens and
woods far below them.
Dorothy found herself riding easily between two of the biggest Monkeys,
one of them the King himself. They had made a chair of their hands and
were careful not to hurt her.
"Why do you have to obey the charm of the Golden Cap?" she asked.
"That is a long story," answered the King, with a laugh; "but as we have a
long journey before us I will pass the time by telling you about it, if you
wish."
"I shall be glad to hear it," she replied.
"Once," began the leader, "we were a free people, living happily in the
great forest, flying from tree to tree, eating nuts and fruit, and doing just as
we pleased without calling anybody master. Perhaps some of us were
rather too full of mischief at times, flying down to pull the tails of the
animals that had no wings, chasing birds, and throwing nuts at the people
who walked in the forest. But we were careless and happy and full of fun,

and enjoyed every minute of the day. This was many years ago, long
before Oz came out of the clouds to rule over this land.
"There lived here then, away at the North, a beautiful princess, who was
also a powerful sorceress. All her magic was used to help the people, and
she was never known to hurt anyone who was good. Her name was
Gayelette, and she lived in a handsome palace built from great blocks of
ruby. Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find
no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly
to mate with one so beautiful and wise. At last, however, she found a boy
who was handsome and manly and wise beyond his years. Gayelette made
up her mind that when he grew to be a man she would make him her
husband, so she took him to her ruby palace and used all her magic powers
to make him as strong and good and lovely as any woman could wish.
When he grew to manhood, Quelala, as he was called, was said to be the
best and wisest man in all the land, while his manly beauty was so great
that Gayelette loved him dearly, and hastened to make everything ready
for the wedding.

"My grandfather was at that time the King of the Winged
Monkeys which lived in the forest near Gayalette's palace,
and the old fellow loved a joke better than a good dinner.
One day, just before the wedding, my grandfather was
flying out with his band when he saw Quelala walking
beside the river. He was dressed in a rich costume of pink
silk and purple velvet, and my grandfather thought he
would see what he could do. At his word the band flew
down and seized Quelala, carried him in their arms until
they were over the middle of the river, and then dropped
him into the water.
"'Swim out, my fine fellow,'" cried my grandfather, "'and
see if the water has spotted your clothes.'" Quelala was

much too wise not to swim, and he was not in the least spoiled by all his

good fortune. He laughed, when he came to the top of the water, and swam
in to shore. But when Gayelette came running out to him she found his
silks and velvet all ruined by the river.
"The princess was very angry, and she knew, of course, who did it. She
had all the Winged Monkeys brought before her, and she said at first that
their wings should be tied and they should be treated as they had treated
Quelala, and dropped in the river. But my grandfather pleaded hard, for he
knew the Monkeys would drown in the river with their wings tied, and
Quelala said a kind word for them also; so that Gayelette finally spared
them, on condition that the Winged Monkeys should ever after do three
times the bidding of the owner of the Golden Cap. This Cap had been
made for a wedding present to Quelala, and it is said to have cost the
princess half her kingdom. Of course my grandfather and all the other
Monkeys at once agreed to the condition, and that is how it happens that
we are three times the slaves of the owner of the Golden Cap, whomsoever
he may be."
"And what became of them?" asked Dorothy, who had been greatly
interested in the story.
"Quelala being the first owner of the Golden Cap," replied the Monkey,
"he was the first to lay his wishes upon us. As his bride could not bear the
sight of us, he called us all to him in the forest after he had married her
and ordered us to always keep where she could never again set eyes on a
Winged Monkey, which we were glad to do, for we were all afraid of her.
"This was all we ever had to do until the Golden Cap fell into the hands of
the Wicked Witch of the West, who made us enslave the Winkies, and
afterward drive Oz himself out of the Land of the West. Now the Golden

Cap is yours, and three times you have the right to lay your wishes upon
us."
As the Monkey King finished his story Dorothy looked down and saw the
green, shining walls of the Emerald City before them. She wondered at the
rapid flight of the Monkeys, but was glad the journey was over. The
strange creatures set the travellers down carefully before the gate of the
City, the King bowed low to Dorothy, and then flew swiftly away,
followed by all his band.
"That was a good ride," said the little girl.
"Yes, and a quick way out of our troubles." replied the Lion. "How lucky it
was you brought away that wonderful Cap!"

four travellers walked up to the great
gate of the Emerald City and rang the
bell. After ringing several times it was
opened by the same Guardian of the
Gate they had met before.
"What! are you back again?" he asked, in surprise.
"Do you not see us?" answered the Scarecrow.
"But I thought you had gone to visit the Wicked Witch of the West."
"We did visit her," said the Scarecrow.
"And she let you go again?" asked the man, in wonder.
"She could not help it, for she is melted," explained the Scarecrow.
"Melted! Well, that is good news, indeed," said the man. "Who melted
her?"
"It was Dorothy," said the Lion, gravely.

"Good gracious!" exclaimed the man, and he bowed very low indeed
before her.
Then he led them into his little room and locked the spectacles from the
great box on all their eyes, just as he had done before. Afterward they
passed on through the gate into the Emerald City, and when the people
heard from the Guardian of the Gate that they had melted the Wicked
Witch of the West they all gathered around the travellers and followed
them in a great crowd to the Palace of Oz.
The soldier with the green whiskers was still on guard before the door, but
he let them in at once and they were again met by the beautiful green girl,
who showed each of them to their old rooms at once, so they might rest
until the Great Oz was ready to receive them.
The soldier had the news carried straight to Oz that Dorothy and the other
travellers had come back again, after destroying the Wicked Witch; but Oz
made no reply. They thought the Great Wizard would send for them at
once, but he did not. They had no word from him the next day, nor the
next, nor the next. The waiting was tiresome and wearing, and at last they
grew vexed that Oz should treat them in so poor a fashion, after sending
them to undergo hardships and slavery. So the Scarecrow at last asked the
green girl to take another message to Oz, saying if he did not let them in to
see him at once they would call the Winged Monkeys to help them, and
find out whether he kept his promises or not. When the Wizard was given
this message he was so frightened that he sent word for them to come to
the Throne Room at four minutes after nine o'clock the next morning. He
had once met the Winged Monkeys in the Land of the West, and he did not
wish to meet them again.
The four travellers passed a sleepless night, each thinking of the gift Oz
had promised to bestow upon him. Dorothy fell asleep only once, and then
she dreamed she was in Kansas, where Aunt Em was telling her how glad
she was to have her little girl at home again.
Promptly at nine o'clock the next morning the green whiskered soldier
came to them, and four minutes later they all went into the Throne Room
of the Great Oz.

Of course each one of them expected to see the Wizard in the shape he had
taken before, and all were greatly surprised when they looked about and
saw no one at all in the room. They kept close to the door and closer to
one another, for the stillness of the empty room was more dreadful than
any of the forms they had seen Oz take.

Presently they heard a Voice, seeming to come from somewhere near the
top of the great dome, and it said, solemnly.
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Why do you seek me?"
They looked again in every part of the room, and then, seeing no one,
Dorothy asked,
"Where are you?"
"I am everywhere," answered the Voice, "but to the eyes of common
mortals I am invisible. I will now seat myself upon my throne, that you

may converse with me." Indeed, the Voice seemed just then to come
straight from the throne itself; so they walked toward it and stood in a row
while Dorothy said:
"We have come to claim our promise, O Oz."
"What promise?" asked Oz.
"You promised to send me back to Kansas when the Wicked Witch was
destroyed," said the girl.
"And you promised to give me brains," said the Scarecrow.
"And you promised to give me a heart," said the Tin Woodman.
"And you promised to give me courage," said the Cowardly Lion.
"Is the Wicked Witch really destroyed?" asked the Voice, and Dorothy
thought it trembled a little.
"Yes," she answered, "I melted her with a bucket of water."
"Dear me," said the Voice; "how sudden! Well, come to me to-morrow, for
I must have time to think it over."
"You've had plenty of time already," said the Tin Woodman, angrily.
"We shan't wait a day longer," said the Scarecrow.
"You must keep your promises to us!" exclaimed Dorothy.

The Lion thought it might be as well to frighten the Wizard, so he gave a
large, loud roar, which was so fierce and dreadful that Toto jumped away
from him in alarm and tipped
over the screen that stood in a
corner. As it fell with a crash
they looked that way, and the
next moment all of them were
filled with wonder. For they
saw, standing in just the spot
the screen had hidden, a little,
old man, with a bald head and a
wrinkled face, who seemed to

be as much surprised as they were. The Tin Woodman, raising his axe,
rushed toward the little man and cried out,
"Who are you?"
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," said the little man, in a trembling voice,
"but don't strike me—please don't!—and I'll do anything you want me to."
Our friends looked at him in surprise and dismay.
"I thought Oz was a great Head," said Dorothy.
"And I thought Oz was a lovely Lady," said the Scarecrow.
"And I thought Oz was a terrible Beast," said the Tin Woodman.
"And I thought Oz was a Ball of Fire," exclaimed the Lion.
"No; you are all wrong," said the little man, meekly. "I have been making
believe."
"Making believe!" cried Dorothy. "Are you not a great Wizard?"
"Hush, my dear," he said; "don't speak so loud, or you will be overheard—
and I should be ruined. I'm supposed to be a Great Wizard."
"And aren't you?" she asked.
"Not a bit of it, my dear; I'm just a common man."
"You're more than that," said the Scarecrow, in a grieved tone; "you're a
humbug."
"Exactly so!" declared the little man, rubbing his hands together as if it
pleased him; "I am a humbug."
"But this is terrible," said the Tin Woodman; "how shall I ever get my
heart?"
"Or I my courage?" asked the Lion.

"Or I my brains?" wailed the Scarecrow, wiping the the tears from his eyes
with his coat-sleeve.

"Exactly so! I am a humbug."

"My dear friends," said Oz, "I pray you not to speak of these little things.
Think of me, and the terrible trouble I'm in at being found out."
"Doesn't anyone else know you're a humbug?" asked Dorothy.
"No one knows it but you four—and myself," replied Oz. "I have fooled
everyone so long that I thought I should never be found out. It was a great
mistake my ever letting you into the Throne Room. Usually I will not see
even my subjects, and so they believe I am something terrible."
"But, I don't understand," said Dorothy, in bewilderment. "How was it that
you appeared to me as a great Head?"
"That was one of my tricks," answered Oz. "Step this way, please, and I
will tell you all about it."
He led the way to a small chamber in the rear of the Throne Room, and
they all followed him. He pointed to one corner, in which lay the Great
Head, made out of many thicknesses of paper, and with a carefully painted
face.
"This I hung from the ceiling by a wire," said Oz; "I stood behind the
screen and pulled a thread, to make the eyes move and the mouth open."
"But how about the voice?" she enquired.
"Oh, I am a ventriloquist," said the little man, "and I can throw the sound
of my voice wherever I wish; so that you thought it was coming out of the
Head. Here are the other things I used to deceive you." He showed the
Scarecrow the dress and the mask he had worn when he seemed to be the
lovely Lady; and the Tin Woodman saw that his Terrible Beast was
nothing but a lot of skins, sewn together, with slats to keep their sides out.
As for the Ball of Fire, the false Wizard had hung that also from the
ceiling. It was really a ball of cotton, but when oil was poured upon it the
ball burned fiercely.
"Really," said the Scarecrow, "you ought to be ashamed of yourself for
being such a humbug."

"I am—I certainly am," answered the little man, sorrowfully; "but it was
the only thing I could do. Sit down, please, there are plenty of chairs; and I
will tell you my story."
So they sat down and listened while he told the following tale:
"I was born in Omaha—"
"Why, that isn't very far from Kansas!" cried Dorothy.
"No; but it's farther from here," he said, shaking his head at her, sadly.
"When I grew up I became a ventriloquist, and at that I was very well
trained by a great master. I can imitate any kind of a bird or beast." Here
he mewed so like a kitten that Toto pricked up his ears and looked
everywhere to see where she was. "After a time," continued Oz, "I tired of
that, and became a balloonist."
"What is that?" asked Dorothy.

"A man who goes up in a balloon on circus day,
so as to draw a crowd of people together and get

them to pay to see the circus," he explained.
"Oh," she said; "I know."
"Well, one day I went up in a balloon and the
ropes got twisted, so that I couldn't come down
again. It went way up above the clouds, so far
that a current of air struck it and carried it many,
many miles away. For a day and a night I
travelled through the air, and on the morning of
the second day I awoke and found the balloon floating over a strange and
beautiful country.
"It came down gradually, and I was not hurt a bit. But I found myself in
the midst of a strange people, who, seeing me come from the clouds,
thought I was a great Wizard. Of course I let them think so, because they
were afraid of me, and promised to do anything I wished them to.
"Just to amuse myself, and keep the good people busy, I ordered them to
build this City, and my palace; and they did it all willingly and well. Then
I thought, as the country was so green and beautiful, I would call it the
Emerald City, and to make the name fit better I put green spectacles on all
the people, so that everything they saw was green."
"But isn't everything here green?" asked Dorothy.
"No more than in any other city," replied Oz; "but when you wear green
spectacles, why of course everything you see looks green to
you. The Emerald City was built a great many years ago,
for I was a young man when the balloon brought me here,
and I am a very old man now. But my people
have worn green glasses on their eyes so long
that most of them think it really is an Emerald
City, and it certainly is a beautiful place,
abounding in jewels and precious metals, and every good thing that is
needed to make one happy. I have been good to the people, and they like
me; but ever since this Palace was built I have shut myself up and would
not see any of them.

"One of my greatest fears was the Witches, for while I had no magical
powers at all I soon found out that the Witches were really able to do
wonderful things. There were four of them in this country, and they ruled
the people who live in the North and South and East and West.
Fortunately, the Witches of the North and South were good, and I knew
they would do me no harm; but the Witches of the East and West were
terribly wicked, and had they not thought I was more powerful than they
themselves, they would surely have destroyed me. As it was, I lived in
deadly fear of them for many years; so you can imagine how pleased I was
when I heard your house had fallen on the Wicked Witch of the East.
When you came to me I was willing to promise anything if you would
only do away with the other Witch; but, now that you have melted her, I
am ashamed to say that I cannot keep my promises."
"I think you are a very bad man," said Dorothy.
"Oh, no, my dear; I'm really a very good man; but I'm a very bad Wizard, I
must admit."
"Can't you give me brains?" asked the Scarecrow.
"You don't need them. You are learning something every day. A baby has
brains, but it doesn't know much. Experience is the only thing that brings
knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the more experience you are
sure to get."

"That may all be true," said the Scarecrow, "but I shall be very unhappy
unless you give me brains."
The false wizard looked at him
carefully.
"Well," he said, with a sigh, "I'm
not much of a magician, as I said;
but if you will come to me to-
morrow morning, I will stuff your
head with brains. I cannot tell you
how to use them, however; you
must find that out for yourself."
"Oh, thank you—thank you!" cried
the Scarecrow. "I'll find a way to
use them, never fear!"
"But how about my courage?" asked the Lion, anxiously.

"You have plenty of courage, I am sure," answered Oz. "All you need is
confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it
faces danger. True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and
that kind of courage you have in plenty."

"Perhaps I have, but I'm scared just the same," said the Lion. "I shall really
be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that makes one
forget he is afraid."
"Very well; I will give you that sort of courage to-morrow," replied Oz.
"How about my heart?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"Why, as for that," answered Oz, "I think you are wrong to want a heart. It
makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to
have a heart."
"That must be a matter of opinion," said the Tin
Woodman. "For my part, I will bear all the unhappiness
without a murmur, if you will give me the heart."
"Very well," answered Oz, meekly.
"Come to me to-morrow and you
shall have a heart. I have played
Wizard for so many years that I
may as well continue the part a
little longer."
"And now," said Dorothy, "how am
I to get back to Kansas?"
"We shall have to think about that,"
replied the little man, "Give me two
or three days to consider the matter
and I'll try to find a way to carry
you over the desert. In the
meantime you shall all be treated as my guests, and while you live in the
Palace my people will wait upon you and obey your slightest wish. There
is only one thing I ask in return for my help—such as it is. You must keep
my secret and tell no one I am a humbug."
They agreed to say nothing of what they had learned, and went back to
their rooms in high spirits. Even Dorothy had hope that "The Great and

Terrible Humbug," as she called him, would find a way to send her back to
Kansas, and if he did that she was willing to forgive him everything.

morning the Scarecrow
said to his friends:
"Congratulate me. I am
going to Oz to get my brains at last. When I
return I shall be as other men are."
"I have always liked you as you were," said
Dorothy, simply.
"It is kind of you to like a Scarecrow," he replied. "But surely you will
think more of me when you hear the splendid thoughts my new brain is
going to turn out." Then he said good-bye to them all in a cheerful voice
and went to the Throne Room, where he rapped upon the door.
"Come in," said Oz.
The Scarecrow went in and found the little man sitting down by the
window, engaged in deep thought.
"I have come for my brains," remarked the Scarecrow, a little uneasily.
"Oh, yes; sit down in that chair, please," replied Oz. "You must excuse me
for taking your head off, but I shall have to do it in order to put your brains
in their proper place."
"That's all right," said the Scarecrow. "You are quite welcome to take my
head off, as long as it will be a better one when you put it on again."
So the Wizard unfastened his head and emptied out the straw. Then he
entered the back room and took up a measure of bran, which he mixed
with a great many pins and needles. Having shaken them together
thoroughly, he filled the top of the Scarecrow's head with the mixture and
stuffed the rest of the space with straw, to hold it in place. When he had
fastened the Scarecrow's head on his body again he said to him,
"Hereafter you will be a great man, for I have given you a lot of bran-new
brains."

The Scarecrow was both pleased and proud at the fulfillment of his
greatest wish, and having thanked Oz warmly he went back to his friends.
Dorothy looked at him curiously. His head was quite bulging out at the top
with brains.
"How do you feel?" she asked.

"'I feel wise, indeed,' said the Scarecrow."

"I feel wise, indeed," he answered, earnestly. "When I get used to my
brains I shall know everything."
"Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your head?" asked the Tin
Woodman.
"That is proof that he is sharp," remarked the Lion.

"Well, I must go to Oz and get my heart," said the Woodman. So he
walked to the Throne Room and knocked at the door.
"Come in," called Oz, and the Woodman entered and said,
"I have come for my heart."

"Very well," answered the little man. "But I shall have to cut a hole in
your breast, so I can put your heart in the right place. I hope it won't hurt
you."
"Oh, no;" answered the Woodman.
"I shall not feel it at all."
So Oz brought a pair of tinners'
shears and cut a small, square hole
in the left side of the Tin
Woodman's breast.
Then, going to a
chest of drawers, he
took out a pretty
heart, made entirely
of silk and stuffed
with sawdust.
"Isn't it a beauty?" he asked.
"It is, indeed!" replied the Woodman, who was greatly pleased. "But is it a
kind heart?"
"Oh, very!" answered Oz. He put the heart in the Woodman's breast and
then replaced the square of tin, soldering it neatly together where it had
been cut.
"There," said he; "now you have a heart that any man might be proud of.
I'm sorry I had to put a patch on your breast, but it really couldn't be
helped."
"Never mind the patch," exclaimed the happy Woodman. "I am very
grateful to you, and shall never forget your kindness."

"Don't speak of it," replied Oz.
Then the Tin Woodman went back to his friends, who
wished him every joy on account of his good
fortune.
The Lion now walked to the Throne Room and
knocked at the door.
"Come in," said
Oz.
"I have come for my
courage," announced the
Lion, entering the room.

"Very well," answered the little man; "I will get it for you."
He went to a cupboard and reaching up to a high shelf took down a square
green bottle, the contents of which he poured into a green-gold dish,
beautifully carved. Placing this before the Cowardly Lion, who sniffed at
it as if he did not like it, the Wizard said,
"Drink."
"What is it?" asked the Lion.
"Well," answered Oz, "if it were inside of you, it would be courage. You
know, of course, that courage is always inside one; so that this really
cannot be called courage until you have swallowed it. Therefore I advise
you to drink it as soon as possible."
The Lion hesitated no longer, but drank till the dish was empty.
"How do you feel now?" asked Oz.
"Full of courage," replied the Lion, who went joyfully back to his friends
to tell them of his good fortune.
Oz, left to himself, smiled to think of his success in giving the Scarecrow
and the Tin Woodman and the Lion exactly what they thought they
wanted. "How can I help being a humbug," he said, "when all these people
make me do things that everybody knows can't be done? It was easy to
make the Scarecrow and the Lion and the Woodman happy, because they
imagined I could do anything. But it will take more than imagination to
carry Dorothy back to Kansas, and I'm sure I don't know how it can be
done."

three days Dorothy heard nothing
from Oz. These were sad days for
the little girl, although her friends
were all quite happy and contented. The Scarecrow told them
there were wonderful thoughts in his head; but he would not
say what they were because he knew no one could understand
them but himself. When the Tin Woodman walked about he
felt his heart rattling around in his breast; and he told Dorothy he had
discovered it to be a kinder and more tender heart than the one he had
owned when he was made of flesh. The Lion declared he was afraid of
nothing on earth, and would gladly face an army of men or a dozen of the
fierce Kalidahs.
Thus each of the little party was satisfied except Dorothy, who longed
more than ever to get back to Kansas.
On the fourth day, to her great joy, Oz sent for her, and when she entered
the Throne Room he said, pleasantly:
"Sit down, my dear; I think I have found the way to get you out of this
country."
"And back to Kansas?" she asked, eagerly.
"Well, I'm not sure about Kansas," said Oz; "for I haven't the faintest
notion which way it lies. But the first thing to do is to cross the desert, and

then it should be easy to find your way home."
"How can I cross the desert?" she enquired.
"Well, I'll tell you what I think," said the little man. "You see, when I came
to this country it was in a balloon. You also came through the air, being
carried by a cyclone. So I believe the best way to get across the desert will
be through the air. Now, it is quite beyond my powers to make a cyclone;
but I've been thinking the matter over, and I believe I can make a balloon."
"How?" asked Dorothy.
"A balloon," said Oz, "is made of silk, which is coated with glue to keep
the gas in it. I have plenty of silk in the Palace, so it will be no trouble for
us to make the balloon. But in all this country there is no gas to fill the
balloon with, to make it float."
"If it won't float," remarked Dorothy, "it will be of no use to us."
"True," answered Oz. "But there is another way to make it float, which is
to fill it with hot air. Hot air isn't as good as gas, for if the air should get
cold the balloon would come down in the desert, and we should be lost."
"We!" exclaimed the girl; "are you going with me?"

"Yes, of course," replied Oz. "I am tired of being such a
humbug. If I should go out of this Palace my people
would soon discover I am not a Wizard, and then they
would be vexed with me for having deceived them. So I
have to stay shut up in these rooms all day, and it
gets tiresome. I'd much rather go back to Kansas
with you and be in a circus again."
"I shall be glad to have your
company," said Dorothy.
"Thank you," he answered. "Now, if
you will help me sew the silk
together, we will begin to work on
our balloon."
So Dorothy took a needle and thread, and as fast as Oz cut the strips of silk
into proper shape the girl sewed them neatly together. First there was a
strip of light green silk, then a strip of dark green and then a strip of
emerald green; for Oz had a fancy to make the balloon in different shades
of the color about them. It took three days to sew all the strips together,
but when it was finished they had a big bag of green silk more than twenty
feet long.
Then Oz painted it on the inside with a coat of thin glue, to make it air-
tight, after which he announced that the balloon was ready.
"But we must have a basket to ride in," he said. So he sent the soldier with
the green whiskers for a big clothes basket, which he fastened with many
ropes to the bottom of the balloon.
When it was all ready, Oz sent word to his people that he was going to
make a visit to a great brother Wizard who lived in the clouds. The news
spread rapidly throughout the city and everyone came to see the wonderful
sight.
Oz ordered the balloon carried out in front of the Palace, and the people
gazed upon it with much curiosity. The Tin Woodman had chopped a big
pile of wood, and now he made a fire of it, and Oz held the bottom of the

balloon over the fire so that the hot air that arose from it would be caught
in the silken bag. Gradually the balloon swelled out and rose into the air,
until finally the basket just touched the ground.
Then Oz got into the basket and said to all the people in a loud voice:
"I am now going away to make a visit. While I am gone the Scarecrow
will rule over you. I command you to obey him as you would me."

The balloon was by this time tugging hard at the rope that
held it to the ground, for the air within it was hot, and this
made it so much lighter in weight than the air without
that it pulled hard to rise into the sky.

"Come, Dorothy!" cried the Wizard; "hurry up, or the
balloon will fly away."
"I can't find Toto anywhere," replied Dorothy, who did
not wish to leave her little dog behind. Toto had run into
the crowd to bark at a kitten, and Dorothy at last found
him. She picked him
up and ran toward the
balloon.
She was within a few
steps of it, and Oz was
holding out his hands
to help her into the
basket, when, crack!
went the ropes, and the
balloon rose into the
air without her.
"Come back!" she
screamed; "I want to
go, too!"
"I can't come back, my
dear," called Oz from
the basket. "Good-bye!"
"Good-bye!" shouted everyone, and all eyes were turned upward to where
the Wizard was riding in the basket, rising every moment farther and
farther into the sky.
And that was the last any of them ever saw of Oz, the Wonderful Wizard,
though he may have reached Omaha safely, and be there now, for all we
know. But the people remembered him lovingly, and said to one another,
"Oz was always our friend. When he was here he built for us this beautiful
Emerald City, and now he is gone he has left the Wise Scarecrow to rule
over us."

Still, for many days they grieved over the loss of the Wonderful Wizard,
and would not be comforted.

wept bitterly at the passing of her
hope to get home to Kansas again;
but when she thought it all over she
was glad she had not gone up in a
balloon. And she also felt sorry at
losing Oz, and so did her companions.
The Tin Woodman came to her and said,
"Truly I should be ungrateful if I failed to mourn for the man who gave me
my lovely heart. I should like to cry a little because Oz is gone, if you will
kindly wipe away my tears, so that I shall not rust."
"With pleasure," she answered,
and brought a towel at once. Then
the Tin Woodman wept for
several minutes, and she watched
the tears carefully and wiped
them away with the towel. When
he had finished he thanked her
kindly and oiled himself thoroughly with his jewelled oil-can, to guard
against mishap.
The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City, and although he
was not a Wizard the people were proud of him. "For," they said, "there is

not another city in all the world that is ruled by a stuffed man." And, so far
as they knew, they were quite right.
The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz the four travellers met
in the Throne Room and talked matters over. The Scarecrow sat in the big
throne and the others stood respectfully before him.
"We are not so unlucky," said the new ruler; "for this Palace and the
Emerald City belong to us, and we can do just as we please. When I
remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer's cornfield,
and that I am now the ruler of this beautiful City, I am quite satisfied with
my lot."
"I also," said the Tin Woodman, "am well pleased with my new heart; and,
really, that was the only thing I wished in all the world."
"For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave as any beast that ever
lived, if not braver," said the Lion, modestly,

"The Scarecrow sat on the big throne."

"If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the Emerald City,"
continued the Scarecrow, "we might all be happy together."
"But I don't want to live here," cried Dorothy. "I want to go to Kansas, and
live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry."
"Well, then, what can be done?" enquired the Woodman.
The Scarecrow decided to think, and he thought so hard that the pins and
needles began to stick out of his brains. Finally he said:
"Why not call the Winged Monkeys, and asked them to carry you over the
desert?"
"I never thought of that!" said Dorothy, joyfully. "It's just the thing. I'll go
at once for the Golden Cap."
When she brought it into the Throne Room she spoke the magic words,
and soon the band of Winged Monkeys flew in through an open window
and stood beside her.
"This is the second time you have called us," said the Monkey King,
bowing before the little girl. "What do you wish?"
"I want you to fly with me to Kansas," said Dorothy.
But the Monkey King shook his head.

"That cannot be done," he said. "We belong to this country alone, and
cannot leave it. There has never been a Winged Monkey in Kansas yet,
and I suppose there never will be, for they don't belong

there. We shall be glad to serve you in any way in our
power, but we cannot cross the desert. Good-bye."
And with another bow the Monkey King spread his wings
and flew away through the window, followed by all his
band.
Dorothy was almost ready to cry with disappointment.
"I have wasted the charm of the Golden Cap to no
purpose," she said, "for the Winged Monkeys cannot help
me."
"It is certainly too bad!" said the tender hearted
Woodman.
The Scarecrow was thinking again,
and his head bulged out so horribly
that Dorothy feared it would burst.
"Let us call in the soldier with the green whiskers," he
said, "and ask his advice."
So the soldier was summoned and entered the Throne
Room timidly, for while Oz was alive he never was
allowed to come further than the door.
"This little girl," said the Scarecrow to the soldier,
"wishes to cross the desert. How can she do so?"
"I cannot tell," answered the soldier; "for nobody has ever
crossed the desert, unless it is Oz himself."
"Is there no one who can help me?" asked Dorothy, earnestly.
"Glinda might," he suggested.
"Who is Glinda?" enquired the Scarecrow.
"The Witch of the South. She is the most powerful of all the Witches, and
rules over the Quadlings. Besides, her castle stands on the edge of the

desert, so she may know a way to cross it."
"Glinda is a good Witch, isn't she?" asked the child.
"The Quadlings think she is good," said the soldier, "and she is kind to
everyone. I have heard that Glinda is a beautiful woman, who knows how
to keep young in spite of the many years she has lived."
"How can I get to her castle?" asked Dorothy.
"The road is straight to the South," he answered, "but it is said to be full of
dangers to travellers. There are wild beasts in the woods, and a race of
queer men who do not like strangers to cross their country. For this reason
none of the Quadlings ever come to the Emerald City."
The soldier then left them and the Scarecrow said,
"It seems, in spite of dangers, that the best thing Dorothy can do is to
travel to the Land of the South and ask Glinda to help her. For, of course,
if Dorothy stays here she will never get back to Kansas."
"You must have been thinking again," remarked the Tin Woodman.
"I have," said the Scarecrow.
"I shall go with Dorothy," declared the Lion, "for I am tired of your city
and long for the woods and the country again. I am really a wild beast, you
know. Besides, Dorothy will need someone to protect her."
"That is true," agreed the Woodman. "My axe may be of service to her; so
I, also, will go with her to the Land of the South."
"When shall we start?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Are you going?" they asked, in surprise.
"Certainly. If it wasn't for Dorothy I should never have had brains. She
lifted me from the pole in the cornfield and brought me to the Emerald
City. So my good luck is all due to her, and I shall never leave her until
she starts back to Kansas for good and all."

"Thank you," said Dorothy, gratefully. "You are all very kind to me. But I
should like to start as soon as possible."
"We shall go to-morrow morning," returned the Scarecrow. "So now let us
all get ready, for it will be a long journey."

next morning Dorothy kissed the
pretty green girl good-bye, and
they all shook hands with the
soldier with the green whiskers,
who had walked with them as far as the gate.
When the Guardian of the Gate saw them again
he wondered greatly that they could leave the
beautiful City to get into new trouble. But he at once unlocked their
spectacles, which he put back into the green box, and gave them many
good wishes to carry with them.
"You are now our ruler," he said to the Scarecrow; "so you must come
back to us as soon as possible."
"I certainly shall if I am able," the Scarecrow replied; "but I must help
Dorothy to get home, first."
As Dorothy bade the good-natured Guardian a last farewell she said,

"I have been very kindly treated in your lovely City, and everyone has
been good to me. I cannot tell you how grateful I am."
"Don't try, my dear," he answered. "We should like to keep you with us,
but if it is your wish to return to Kansas I hope you will find a way." He
then opened the gate of the outer wall and they walked forth and started
upon their journey.
The sun shone brightly as our friends turned their faces toward the Land of
the South. They were all in the best of spirits, and laughed and chatted
together. Dorothy was once more filled with the hope of getting home, and
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were glad to be of use to her. As for
the Lion, he sniffed the fresh air with delight and whisked his tail from
side to side in pure joy at being in the country again, while Toto ran
around them and chased the moths and butterflies, barking merrily all the
time.
"City life does not agree with me at all," remarked the Lion, as they
walked along at a brisk pace. "I have lost much flesh since I lived there,
and now I am anxious for a chance to show the other beasts how
courageous I have grown."

"The branches bent down and twined around him."

They now turned and took a last look at the Emerald City. All they could
see was a mass of towers and steeples behind the green walls, and high up
above everything the spires and dome of the Palace of Oz.
"Oz was not such a bad Wizard, after all," said the Tin Woodman, as he
felt his heart rattling around in his breast.
"He knew how to give me brains, and very good brains, too," said the
Scarecrow.
"If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave me," added the Lion,
"he would have been a brave man."
Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her, but he
had done his best, so she forgave him. As he said, he was a good man,
even if he was a bad Wizard.
The first day's journey was through the green fields and bright flowers that
stretched about the Emerald City on every side. They slept that night on
the grass, with nothing but the stars over them; and they rested very well
indeed.
In the morning they travelled on until they came to a thick wood. There
was no way of going around it, for it seemed to extend to the right and left
as far as they could see; and, besides, they did not dare change the
direction of their journey for fear of getting lost. So they looked for the
place where it would be easiest to get into the forest.

The Scarecrow, who was in the lead, finally discovered a big tree with
such wide spreading-branches that there was room for the party to pass

underneath. So he walked forward to the tree, but just as he came under
the first branches they bent down and twined around him, and the next
minute he was raised from the ground and flung headlong among his
fellow travellers.
This did not hurt the Scarecrow, but it surprised him, and he looked rather
dizzy when Dorothy picked him up.
"Here is another space between the trees," called the Lion.
"Let me try it first," said the Scarecrow, "for it doesn't hurt me to get
thrown about." He walked up to another tree, as he spoke, but its branches
immediately seized him and tossed him back again.
"This is strange," exclaimed Dorothy; "what shall we do?"
"The trees seem to have made up
their minds to fight us, and stop our
journey," remarked the Lion.
"I believe I will try it myself," said
the Woodman, and shouldering his
axe he marched up to the first tree
that had handled the Scarecrow so
roughly. When a big branch bent
down to seize him the Woodman

chopped at it so fiercely that he cut it in two. At once the tree began
shaking all its branches as if in pain, and the Tin Woodman passed safely
under it.
"Come on!" he shouted to the others; "be quick!"

They all ran forward and passed under the tree without injury, except Toto,
who was caught by a small branch and shaken until he howled. But the
Woodman promptly chopped off the branch and set the little dog free.
The other trees of the forest did nothing to keep them back, so they made
up their minds that only the first row of trees could bend down their
branches, and that probably these were the policemen of the forest, and
given this wonderful power in order to keep strangers out of it.
The four travellers walked with ease through the trees until they came to
the further edge of the wood. Then, to their surprise, they found before
them a high wall, which seemed to be made of white china. It was smooth,
like the surface of a dish, and higher than their heads.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy.
"I will make a ladder," said the Tin Woodman, "for we certainly must
climb over the wall."

the Woodman was making
a ladder from wood which
he found in the forest
Dorothy lay down and
slept, for she was tired by the long walk. The
Lion also curled himself up to sleep and Toto lay
beside him.
The Scarecrow watched the Woodman while he worked, and said to him:
"I cannot think why this wall is here, nor what it is made of."
"Rest your brains and do not worry about the wall," replied the Woodman;
"when we have climbed over it we shall know what is on the other side."
After a time the ladder was finished. It looked clumsy, but the Tin
Woodman was sure it was strong and would answer their purpose. The
Scarecrow waked Dorothy and the Lion and Toto, and told them that the
ladder was ready. The Scarecrow climbed up the ladder first, but he was so
awkward that Dorothy had to follow close behind and keep him from
falling off. When he got his head over the top of the wall the Scarecrow
said,
"Oh, my!"
"Go on," exclaimed Dorothy.

So the Scarecrow climbed further up and sat down on the top of the wall,
and Dorothy put her head over and cried,
"Oh, my!" just as the Scarecrow had done.
Then Toto came up, and immediately began to bark, but Dorothy made
him be still.
The Lion climbed the ladder next, and the Tin Woodman came last; but
both of them cried, "Oh, my!" as soon as they looked over the wall. When
they were all sitting in a row on the top of the wall they looked down and
saw a strange sight.

"These people were all made of china."

Before them was a great stretch of country having a floor as smooth and
shining and white as the bottom of a big platter. Scattered around were
many houses made entirely of china and painted in the brightest colours.

These houses were quite small, the biggest of them reaching only as high
as Dorothy's waist. There were also pretty little barns, with china fences
around them, and many cows and sheep and horses and pigs and chickens,
all made of china, were standing about in groups.
But the strangest of all were the people who lived in this queer country.
There were milk-maids and shepherdesses, with bright-colored bodices
and golden spots all over their gowns; and princesses with most gorgeous
frocks of silver and gold and purple; and shepherds dressed in knee-
breeches with pink and yellow and blue stripes down them, and golden
buckles on their shoes; and princes with jewelled crowns upon their heads,
wearing ermine robes and satin doublets; and funny clowns in ruffled
gowns, with round red spots upon their cheeks and tall, pointed caps. And,
strangest of all, these people were all made of china, even to their clothes,
and were so small that the tallest of them was no higher than Dorothy's
knee.
No one did so much as look at the travellers at first, except one little
purple china dog with an extra-large head, which came to the wall and
barked at them in a tiny voice, afterwards running away again.
"How shall we get down?" asked Dorothy.
They found the ladder so heavy they could not pull it up, so the Scarecrow
fell off the wall and the others jumped down upon him so that the hard
floor would not hurt their feet. Of course they took pains not to light on his
head and get the pins in their feet. When all were safely down they picked
up the Scarecrow, whose body was quite flattened out, and patted his straw
into shape again.
"We must cross this strange place in order to get to the other side," said
Dorothy; "for it would be unwise for us to go any other way except due
South."
They began walking through the country of the china people, and the first
thing they came to was a china milk-maid milking a china cow. As they
drew near the cow suddenly gave a kick and kicked over the stool, the
pail, and even the milk-maid herself, all falling on the china ground with a
great clatter.

Dorothy was shocked to see that the cow had broken her leg short off, and
that the pail was lying in several small pieces, while the poor milk-maid
had a nick in her left elbow.
"There!" cried the milk-maid, angrily; "see what you have done! My cow
has broken her leg, and I must take her to the mender's shop and have it
glued on again. What do you mean by coming here and frightening my
cow?"
"I'm very sorry," returned Dorothy; "please forgive us."
But the pretty milk-maid was much too vexed to make any answer. She
picked up the leg sulkily and led her cow away, the poor animal limping
on three legs. As she left them the milk-maid cast many reproachful
glances over her shoulder at the clumsy strangers, holding her nicked
elbow close to her side.

Dorothy was quite grieved at this mishap.
"We must be very careful here," said the kind-hearted
Woodman, "or we may hurt these pretty little people so
they will never get over it."

A little farther on Dorothy met a most beautiful dressed
young princess, who stopped short as she saw the
strangers and started to run away.
Dorothy wanted to see more of the Princess, so she ran
after her; but the china girl cried out,
"Don't chase me! don't chase me!"
She had such a frightened little voice that Dorothy stopped and said,
"Why not?"
"Because," answered the princess, also stopping, a safe distance away, "if I
run I may fall down and break myself."
"But couldn't you be mended?" asked the girl.
"Oh, yes; but one is never so pretty after being
mended, you know," replied the princess.
"I suppose not," said Dorothy.
"Now there is Mr. Joker, one of our clowns,"
continued the china lady, "who is
always trying to stand upon his head.
He has broken himself so often that
he is mended in a hundred places,
and doesn't look at all pretty. Here he
comes now, so you can see for yourself."
Indeed, a jolly little Clown now came walking toward them, and Dorothy
could see that in spite of his pretty clothes of red and yellow and green he
was completely covered with cracks, running every which way and
showing plainly that he had been mended in many places.
The Clown put his hands in his pockets, and after puffing out his cheeks
and nodding his head at them saucily he said,
"My lady fair,
Why do you stare

At poor old Mr. Joker?
You're quite as stiff
And prim as if
You'd eaten up a poker!"

"Be quiet, sir!" said the princess; "can't you see these are strangers, and
should be treated with respect?"
"Well, that's respect, I expect," declared the Clown, and immediately stood
upon his head.
"Don't mind Mr. Joker," said the princess to Dorothy; "he is considerably
cracked in his head, and that makes him foolish."

"Oh, I don't mind him a bit," said
Dorothy. "But you are so beautiful,"
she continued, "that I am sure I could
love you dearly. Won't you let me
carry you back to Kansas and stand
you on Aunt Em's mantle-
shelf? I could carry you in
my basket."
"That would make me very
unhappy," answered the china
princess. "You see, here in
our own country we live
contentedly, and can talk and
move around as we please.
But whenever any of us are
taken away our joints at once
stiffen, and we can only stand

straight and look pretty. Of course that is all that is expected of us when
we are on mantle-shelves and cabinets and drawing-room tables, but our
lives are much pleasanter here in our own country."
"I would not make you unhappy for all the world!" exclaimed Dorothy;
"so I'll just say good-bye."
"Good-bye," replied the princess.

They walked carefully through the china country. The little animals and all
the people scampered out of their way, fearing the strangers would break
them, and after an hour or so the travellers reached the other side of the
country and came to another china wall.
It was not as high as the first, however, and by standing upon the Lion's
back they all managed to scramble to the top. Then the Lion gathered his
legs under him and jumped on the wall; but just as he jumped he upset a
china church with his tail and smashed it all to pieces.
"That was too bad," said Dorothy, "but really I think we were lucky in not
doing these little people more harm than breaking a cow's leg and a
church. They are all so brittle!"
"They are, indeed," said the Scarecrow, "and I am thankful I am made of
straw and cannot be easily damaged. There are worse things in the world
than being a Scarecrow."

climbing down from the china
wall the travellers found
themselves in a disagreeable
country, full of bogs and marshes and
covered with tall, rank grass. It was difficult
to walk far without falling into muddy
holes, for the grass was so thick that it hid them from sight.
However, by carefully picking their way, they got safely along
until they reached solid ground. But here the country seemed
wilder than ever, and after a long and tiresome walk
through the underbrush they entered another forest,
where the trees were bigger and older than any they had
ever seen.
"This forest is perfectly delightful," declared the Lion,
looking around him with joy; "never have I seen a more
beautiful place."
"It seems gloomy," said the Scarecrow.
"Not a bit of it," answered the Lion; "I should like to live here all my life.
See how soft the dried leaves are under your feet and how rich and green
the moss is that clings to these old trees. Surely no wild beast could wish a
pleasanter home."
"Perhaps there are wild beasts in the forest now," said Dorothy.
"I suppose there are," returned the Lion; "but I do not see any of them
about."

They walked through the forest until it became too dark to go any farther.
Dorothy and Toto and the Lion lay down to sleep, while the Woodman and
the Scarecrow kept watch over them as usual.
When morning came they started again. Before they had gone far they
heard a low rumble, as of the growling of many wild animals. Toto
whimpered a little but none of the others was frightened and they kept
along the well-trodden path until they came to an opening in the wood, in
which were gathered hundreds of beasts of every variety. There were tigers
and elephants and bears and wolves and foxes and all the others in the
natural history, and for a moment Dorothy was afraid. But the Lion
explained that the animals were holding a meeting, and he judged by their
snarling and growling that they were in great trouble.
As he spoke several of the beasts caught sight of him, and at once the great
assemblage hushed as if by magic. The biggest of the tigers came up to the
Lion and bowed, saying,

"Welcome, O King of Beasts! You
have come in good time to fight
our enemy and bring peace to all
the animals of the forest once
more."
"What is your trouble?" asked the
Lion, quietly.
"We are all threatened," answered
the tiger, "by a fierce enemy which
has lately come into this

forest. It is a most
tremendous monster,
like a great spider, with
a body as big as an
elephant and legs as

long as a tree trunk. It has eight of these long legs, and as the monster
crawls through the forest he seizes an animal with a leg and drags it to his
mouth, where he eats it as a spider does a fly. Not one of us is safe while
this fierce creature is alive, and we had called a meeting to decide how to
take care of ourselves when you came among us."
The Lion thought for a moment.
"Are there any other lions in this forest?" he asked.
"No; there were some, but the monster has eaten them all. And, besides,
they were none of them nearly so large and brave as you."
"If I put an end to your enemy will you bow down to me and obey me as
King of the Forest?" enquired the Lion.
"We will do that gladly," returned the tiger; and all the other beasts roared
with a mighty roar: "We will!"
"Where is this great spider of yours now?" asked the Lion.
"Yonder, among the oak trees," said the tiger, pointing with his fore-foot.
"Take good care of these friends of mine," said the Lion, "and I will go at
once to fight the monster."
He bade his comrades good-bye and marched proudly away to do battle
with the enemy.

The great spider was lying asleep when the Lion found him, and it looked
so ugly that its foe turned up his nose in disgust. Its legs were quite as long
as the tiger had said, and it's body covered with coarse black hair. It had a
great mouth, with a row of sharp teeth a foot long; but its head was joined
to the pudgy body by a neck as slender as a wasp's waist. This gave the
Lion a hint of the best way to attack the creature, and as he knew it was
easier to fight it asleep than awake, he gave a great spring and landed
directly upon the monster's back. Then, with one blow of his heavy paw,
all armed with sharp claws, he knocked the spider's head from its body.
Jumping down, he watched it until the long legs stopped wiggling, when
he knew it was quite dead.
The Lion went back to the opening where the beasts of the forest were
waiting for him and said, proudly, "You need fear your enemy no longer."
Then the beasts bowed down to the Lion as their King, and he promised to
come back and rule over them as soon as Dorothy was safely on her way
to Kansas.

"The Head shot forward and struck the Scarecrow."

four travellers passed through
the rest of the forest in safety,
and when they came out from its
gloom saw before them a steep hill, covered
from top to bottom with great pieces of rock.
"That will be a hard climb," said the
Scarecrow, "but we must get over the hill, nevertheless."
So he led the way and the others followed. They had nearly reached the
first rock when they heard a rough voice cry out,
"Keep back!"
"Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow. Then a head showed itself over the
rock and the same voice said,
"This hill belongs to us, and we don't allow anyone to cross it."

"But we must cross it," said the Scarecrow. "We're going to the country of
the Quadlings."
"But you shall not!" replied the voice, and there stepped from behind the
rock the strangest man the travellers had ever seen.
He was quite short and stout and had a big head, which was flat at the top
and supported by a thick neck full of wrinkles. But he had no arms at all,
and, seeing this, the Scarecrow did not fear that so helpless a creature
could prevent them from climbing the hill. So he said,
"I'm sorry not to do as you wish, but we must pass over your hill whether
you like it or not," and he walked boldly forward.
As quick as lightning the man's head shot forward and his neck stretched
out until the top of the head, where it was flat, struck the Scarecrow in the
middle and sent him tumbling, over and over, down the hill. Almost as
quickly as it came the head went back to the body, and the man laughed
harshly as he said,
"It isn't as easy as you think!"
A chorus of boisterous laughter came from the other rocks, and Dorothy
saw hundreds of the armless Hammer-Heads upon the hillside, one behind
every rock.
The Lion became quite angry at the laughter caused by the Scarecrow's
mishap, and giving a loud roar that echoed like thunder he dashed up the
hill.
Again a head shot swiftly out, and the great Lion went rolling down the
hill as if he had been struck by a cannon ball.
Dorothy ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his feet, and the Lion came
up to her, feeling rather bruised and sore, and said,
"It is useless to fight people with shooting heads; no one can withstand
them."
"What can we do, then?" she asked.

"Call the Winged Monkeys," suggested the Tin Woodman; "you have still
the right to command them once more."
"Very well," she answered, and putting on the Golden Cap she uttered the
magic words. The Monkeys were as prompt as ever, and in a few moments
the entire band stood before her.
"What are your commands?" enquired the King of the Monkeys, bowing
low.
"Carry us over the hill to the country of the Quadlings," answered the girl.
"It shall be done," said the King, and at once the Winged Monkeys caught
the four travellers and Toto up in their arms and flew away with them. As
they passed over the hill the Hammer-Heads yelled with vexation, and
shot their heads high in the air; but they could not reach the Winged
Monkeys, which carried Dorothy and her comrades safely over the hill and
set them down in the beautiful country of the Quadlings.
"This is the last time you can summon us," said the leader to Dorothy; "so
good-bye and good luck to you."
"Good-bye, and thank you very much," returned the girl; and the Monkeys
rose into the air and were out of sight in a twinkling.
The country of the Quadlings seemed rich and happy. There was field
upon field of ripening grain, with well-paved roads running between, and
pretty rippling brooks with strong bridges across them. The fences and
houses and bridges were all painted bright red, just as they had been
painted yellow in the country of the Winkies and blue in the country of the
Munchkins. The Quadlings themselves, who were short and fat and looked
chubby and good natured, were dressed all in red, which showed bright
against the green grass and the yellowing grain.
The Monkeys had set them down near a farm house, and the four travellers
walked up to it and knocked at the door. It was opened by the farmer's
wife, and when Dorothy asked for something to eat the woman gave them
all a good dinner, with three kinds of cake and four kinds of cookies, and a
bowl of milk for Toto.

"How far is it to the Castle of Glinda?" asked the child.
"It is not a great way," answered the farmer's wife. "Take the road to the
South and you will soon reach it."
Thanking the good woman, they started afresh and walked by the fields
and across the pretty bridges until they saw before them a very beautiful
Castle. Before the gates were three young girls, dressed in handsome red
uniforms trimmed with gold braid; and as Dorothy approached one of
them said to her,
"Why have you come to the South Country?"
"To see the Good Witch who rules here," she answered. "Will you take me
to her?"

"Let me have your name and I will ask Glinda if she will receive you."
They told who they were, and the girl soldier went into the Castle. After a
few moments she came back to say that Dorothy and the others were to be
admitted at once.

"You must give me the Golden Cap."

they went to see Glinda, however, they were
taken to a room of the Castle, where Dorothy
washed her face and combed her hair, and the
Lion shook the dust out of his mane, and the
Scarecrow patted himself into his best shape, and the
Woodman polished his tin and oiled his joints.
When they were all quite presentable they followed the
soldier girl into a big room where the Witch Glinda sat upon a throne of
rubies.
She was both beautiful and young to their eyes. Her hair was a rich red in
color and fell in flowing ringlets over her shoulders. Her dress was pure
white; but her eyes were blue, and they looked kindly upon the little girl.
"What can I do for you, my child?" she asked.
Dorothy told the Witch all her story; how the cyclone had brought her to
the Land of Oz, how she had found her companions, and of the wonderful
adventures they had met with.
"My greatest wish now," she added, "is to get back to Kansas, for Aunt Em
will surely think something dreadful has happened to me, and that will
make her put on mourning; and unless the crops are better this year than
they were last I am sure Uncle Henry cannot afford it."
Glinda leaned forward and kissed the sweet, upturned face of the loving
little girl.

"Bless your dear heart," she said, "I am sure I can tell you of a way to get
back to Kansas." Then she added:
"But, if I do, you must give me the Golden Cap."
"Willingly!" exclaimed Dorothy; "indeed, it is of no use to me now, and
when you have it you can command the Winged Monkeys three times."
"And I think I shall need their service just those three times," answered
Glinda, smiling.
Dorothy then gave her the Golden Cap, and the Witch said to the
Scarecrow,
"What will you do when Dorothy has left us?"
"I will return to the Emerald City," he replied, "for Oz has made me its
ruler and the people like me. The only thing that worries me is how to
cross the hill of the Hammer-Heads."
"By means of the Golden Cap I shall command the Winged Monkeys to
carry you to the gates of the Emerald City," said Glinda, "for it would be a
shame to deprive the people of so wonderful a ruler."
"Am I really wonderful?" asked the Scarecrow.
"You are unusual," replied Glinda.
Turning to the Tin Woodman, she asked:
"What will become of you when Dorothy leaves this country?"
He leaned on his axe and thought a moment. Then he said,
"The Winkies were very kind to me, and wanted me to rule over them after
the Wicked Witch died. I am fond of the Winkies, and if I could get back
again to the country of the West I should like nothing better than to rule
over them forever."
"My second command to the Winged Monkeys," said Glinda, "will be that
they carry you safely to the land of the Winkies. Your brains may not be so
large to look at as those of the Scarecrow, but you are really brighter than

he is—when you are well polished—and I am sure you will rule the
Winkies wisely and well."
Then the Witch looked at the big, shaggy Lion and asked,
"When Dorothy has returned to her own home, what will become of you?"
"Over the hill of the Hammer-Heads," he answered, "lies a grand old
forest, and all the beasts that live there have made me their King. If I could
only get back to this forest I would pass my life very happily there."
"My third command to the Winged Monkeys," said Glinda, "shall be to
carry you to your forest. Then, having used up the powers of the Golden
Cap, I shall give it to the King of the Monkeys, that he and his band may
thereafter be free for evermore."
The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion now thanked the Good
Witch earnestly for her kindness, and Dorothy exclaimed,

"You are certainly as good as you are beautiful! But you have not yet told
me how to get back to Kansas."
"Your Silver Shoes will carry you over the desert," replied Glinda. "If you
had known their power you could have gone back to your Aunt Em the
very first day you came to this country."
"But then I should not have had my wonderful brains!" cried the
Scarecrow. "I might have passed my whole life in the farmer's cornfield."
"And I should not have had my lovely heart," said the Tin Woodman. "I
might have stood and rusted in the forest till the end of the world."

"And I should have lived a coward forever," declared the Lion, "and no
beast in all the forest would have had a good word to say to me."
"This is all true," said Dorothy, "and I am glad I was of use to these good
friends. But now that each of them has had what he most desired, and each
is happy in having a kingdom to rule beside, I think I should like to go
back to Kansas."
"The Silver Shoes," said the Good Witch, "have wonderful powers. And
one of the most curious things about them is that they can carry you to any
place in the world in three steps, and each step will be made in the wink of
an eye. All you have to do is to knock the heels together three times and
command the shoes to carry you wherever you wish to go."
"If that is so," said the child, joyfully, "I will ask them to carry me back to
Kansas at once."
She threw her arms around the Lion's neck and kissed him, patting his big
head tenderly. Then she kissed the Tin Woodman, who was weeping in a
way most dangerous to his joints. But she hugged the soft, stuffed body of
the Scarecrow in her arms instead of kissing his painted face, and found
she was crying herself at this sorrowful parting from her loving comrades.
Glinda the Good stepped down from her ruby throne to give the little girl a
good-bye kiss, and Dorothy thanked her for all the kindness she had
shown to her friends and herself.
Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and having said one last
good-bye she clapped the heels of her shoes together three times, saying,
"Take me home to Aunt Em!"

Instantly she was whirling through the air, so swiftly that all she could see
or feel was the wind whistling past her ears.
The Silver Shoes took but three steps, and then she stopped so suddenly
that she rolled over upon the grass several times before she knew where

she was.
At length, however, she sat up and looked about her.
"Good gracious!" she cried.
For she was sitting on the broad Kansas prairie, and
just before her was the new farm-house Uncle Henry
built after the cyclone had carried away the old one.
Uncle Henry was milking the cows in the barnyard,
and Toto had jumped out of her arms and was running
toward the barn, barking joyously.
Dorothy stood up and found she was in her stocking-feet. For the Silver
Shoes had fallen off in her flight through the air, and were lost forever in
the desert.

unt Em had just come out of the house to
water the cabbages when she looked up
and saw Dorothy running toward her.
"My darling child!" she cried, folding the
little girl in her arms and covering her face with kisses; "where in the
world did you come from?"
"From the Land of Oz," said Dorothy, gravely. "And here is Toto, too. And
oh, Aunt Em! I'm so glad to be at home again!"

Transcriber's Notes:
Obvious punctuation and spelling errors have been fixed
throughout.

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