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 incidents 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 please children of today. It aspires to
being a modernized fairy tale, in which the
wonderment and joy are retained and the
heartaches and nightmares are left out.

L. Frank Baum

Chicago, April, 1900.

Chapter 1. The Cyclone

Dorothy lived in the midst of the great
Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who

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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.

Today, however, they were not playing.
Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep 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

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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.

Chapter 2. The Council with the Munchkins

She 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

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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 feet, 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. Whatever
shall we do?"

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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

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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?" inquired 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

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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."

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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 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."

"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

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up its back.

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.

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"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."

Chapter 4. The Road Through the Forest

After 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.

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"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

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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 roadside
now, and the land was rough and untilled.
Toward 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 travelers 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,

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"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 little 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.

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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."

"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

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the wood for a living. When I grew up, I too
became a woodchopper, 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
tinsmith 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 tinsmith, 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 tinsmith happened to come
along, and he made me a new head out of

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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.

Chapter 6. The Cowardly Lion

All 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

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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,

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"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

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Chapter 7. The Journey to the Great Oz

They 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.

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"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 were 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.

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Lion, beginning to tremble.

"Quick!" cried the Scarecrow. "Let us cross
over."

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 backward, 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

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Chapter 8. The Deadly Poppy Field

Our little party of travelers awakened the
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 downstream, 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.

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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
riverbank 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, 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

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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 her 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.

They walked along listening to the singing of
the brightly 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 bright
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 of seem so helpless and frail. But

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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.

Chapter 9. The Queen of the Field Mice

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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:

"Oh, your Majesty, we thought you would be
killed! How did you manage to escape the
great Wildcat?" 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 underneath 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

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fast as possible.

"Now," said the Scarecrow to the Tin
Woodman, "you must go to those trees by
the riverside 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 curtsy, 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

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by, which she ate for her dinner.

Chapter 10. The Guardian of the Gate

It 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 little 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

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"Oh, yes," said the girl, "and he is a great
coward, too. 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 anyone
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

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"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 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

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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
wish 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

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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 said 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."

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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

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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 little girl."

"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

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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 Dorothy 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."

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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," spoke the
Beast, in a voice that was one great roar.
"Who are you, and why do you seek me?"

"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

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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 as 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 of Woodman.

"And I shall never see Aunt Em and Uncle
Henry," said Dorothy, beginning to cry.

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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?" inquired 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 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.

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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 far off.
She saw all her wolves lying dead, and the
strangers still traveling 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,
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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 towards 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

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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. 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

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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 courtyard 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

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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

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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
courtyard 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.

Chapter 13. The Rescue

The 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
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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 courtyard
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 carecrow'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,

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and set with precious jewels.

Every one of the travelers 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.

Chapter 14. The Winged Monkeys

You will remember there was no road--not
even a pathway between the castle of the
Wicked Witch and the Emerald City. When
the four travelers 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

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few minutes they heard the pattering of tiny
feet, and many of the small gray 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.

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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

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"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 always to 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 travelers
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!"

Chapter 15. The Discovery of Oz, the
Terrible

The four travelers walked up to the great
gate of Emerald City and rang the bell. After
ringing several times, it was opened by the
same Guardian of the Gates they had met
before.

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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 travelers passed a sleepless night,
each thinking of the gift Oz had promised to
bestow on 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 solemn Voice, that
seemed to come from somewhere near the

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"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."

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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 inquired.

"Oh, I am a ventriloquist," said the little man.
"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

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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

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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
tomorrow," 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 tomorrow 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

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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 bulged out at the top with brains.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"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

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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."

Chapter 17. How the Balloon Was Launched

For three days Dorothy heard nothing from

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"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 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

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"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 towards 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.

Chapter 18. Away to the South

Dorothy wept bitterly at the passing of her
hope to get home to Kansas again; but

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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.

"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?" inquired 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 ask
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 the
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.

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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 travelers. 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

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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."

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.

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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 travelers walked with ease through
the trees until they came to the farther 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.

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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.

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
colors. 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
milkmaids and shepherdesses, with
brightly 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 jeweled
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 travelers
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.

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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
beautifully 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 could you not 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 came walking

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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
mantels 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 travelers reached the other
side of the country and came to another
china wall.

It was not so 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."

Chapter 21. The Lion Becomes the King of
Beasts

After climbing down from the china wall the
travelers found themselves in a

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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."

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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.

Chapter 22. The Country of the Quadlings

The four travelers 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 travelers 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.

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"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
travelers 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
farmhouse, and the four travelers 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.

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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-

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"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 besides, I think I should like
to go back to Kansas."

"The Silver Shoes," said the Good Witch,
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"Good gracious!" she cried.

For she was sitting on the broad Kansas
prairie, and just before her was the new
farmhouse 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
furiously.

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.

Chapter 24. Home Again

Aunt 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!"

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