The Marvelous Land of Oz

Being an account of the further adventures of the

Scarecrow and Tin Woodman

and also the strange ex- periences of the highly mag- nified Woggle-Bug, Jack Pumpkin- head, the Animated Saw-Horse and the Gump; the story being

A Sequel to The Wizard of Oz


L. Frank Baum

Author of Father Goose-His Book; The Wizard of Oz; The Magical Monarch of Mo; The Enchanted Isle of Yew; The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus; Dot and Tot of Merryland etc. etc.


John R. Neil


Copyright 1904


L. Frank Baum

All rights reserved

Published, July, 1904

Author's Note

AFTER the publication of "The Wonderful Wizard of OZ" I began to receiveletters from children, telling me of their pleasure in reading the story andasking me to "write something more" about the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman.At first I considered these little letters, frank and earnest though theywere, in the light of pretty compliments; but the letters continued to comeduring succeeding months, and even years.

Finally I promised one little girl, who made a long journey to see me andprefer her request, -- and she is a "Dorothy," by the way -- that when athousand little girls had written me a thousand little letters asking forthe Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman I would write the book, Either littleDorothy was a fairy in disguise, and waved her magic wand, or the success ofthe stage production of "The Wizard of OZ" made new friends for the story,For the thousand letters reached their destination long since -- and manymore followed them.

And now, although pleading guilty to long delay, I have kept my promise inthis book.


Chicago, June, 1904

To those excellent good fellows and comedians David C. Montgomery and Frank A. Stone whose clever personations of the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow have delighted thousands of children throughout the land, this book is gratefully dedicated by THE AUTHOR

LIST OF CHAPTERS PAGETip Manufactures Pumpkinhead 7

The Marvelous Powder of Life 15

The Flight of the Fugitives 29

Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic 39

The Awakening of the Saw-horse 47

Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride to the Emerald City 59

His Majesty the Scarecrow 71

Gen. Jinjur's Army of Revolt 83

The Scarecrow Plans an escape 97

The Journey to the Tin Woodman 109

A Nickel-Plated Emperor 121

Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E. 135

A Highly Magnified History 147

Old Mombi indulges in Witchcraft 159

The Prisoners of the Queen 169

The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think 181

The Astonishing Flight of the Gump 191

In the Jackdaw's Nest 201

Dr. Nikidik's Famous Wishing Pills 219

The Scarecrow Appeals to Glenda the Good 231

The Tin-Woodman Plucks a Rose 247

The Transformation of Old Mombi 257

Princess Ozma of Oz 265

The Riches of Content 279

7 Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead

In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz,lived a youth called Tip. There was more to his name than that, for oldMombi often declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no one wasexpected to say such a long word when "Tip" would do just as well.

This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought whenquite young to be reared by the old woman known as Mombi, whose reputation,I am sorry to say, was none of the best. For the Gillikin people had reasonto suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and therefore hesitated toassociate with her.

Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that part ofthe Land of Oz

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had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her dominions. So Tip's guardian,however much she might aspire to working magic, realized it was unlawful tobe more than a Sorceress, or at most a Wizardess.

Tip was made to carry wood from the forest, that the old woman might boilher pot. He also worked in the corn-fields, hoeing and husking; and he fedthe pigs and milked the four-horned cow that was Mombi's especial pride.

But you must not suppose he worked all the time, for he felt that would bebad for him. When sent to the forest Tip often climbed trees for birds' eggsor amused himself chasing the fleet white rabbits or fishing in the brookswith bent pins. Then he would hastily gather his armful of wood and carry ithome. And when he was supposed to be working in the corn-fields, and thetall stalks hid him from Mombi's view, Tip would often dig in the gopherholes, or if the mood seized him --


lie upon his back between the rows of corn and take a nap. So, by takingcare not to exhaust his strength, he grew as strong and rugged as a boy maybe.

Mombi's curious magic often frightened her neighbors, and they treated hershyly, yet respectfully, because of her weird powers. But Tip frankly hatedher, and took no pains to hide his feelings. Indeed, he sometimes showedless respect for the old woman than he should have done, considering she washis guardian.

There were pumpkins in Mombi's corn-fields, lying golden red among the rowsof green stalks; and these had been planted and carefully tended that thefour-horned cow might eat of them in the winter time. But one day, after thecorn had all been cut and stacked, and Tip was carrying the pumpkins to thestable, he took a notion to make a "Jack Lantern" and try to give the oldwoman a fright with it.

So he selected a fine, big pumpkin -- one with a lustrous, orange-red color-- and began carving it. With the point of his knife he made two round eyes,a three-cornered nose, and

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10a mouth shaped like a new moon. The face, when completed, could not havebeen considered strictly beautiful; but it wore a smile so big and broad,and was so Jolly in expression, that even Tip laughed as he lookedadmiringly at his work.

The child had no playmates, so he did not know that boys often dig out theinside of a "pumpkin-jack," and in the space thus made put a lighted candleto render the face more startling; but he conceived an idea of his own thatpromised to be quite as effective. He decided to manufacture the form of aman, who would wear this pumpkin head, and to stand it in a place where oldMombi would meet it face to face.

"And then," said Tip to himself, with a laugh, "she'll squeal louder thanthe brown pig does when I pull her tail, and shiver with fright worse than Idid last year when I had the ague!"

He had plenty of time to accomplish this task, for Mombi had gone to avillage -- to buy groceries, she said -- and it was a journey of at leasttwo days.

So he took his axe to the forest, and selected some stout, straightsaplings, which he cut down and trimmed of all their twigs and leaves. Fromthese he would make the arms, and legs, and feet of his man. For the body hestripped a sheet of thick

11bark from around a big tree, and with much labor fashioned it into acylinder of about the right size, pinning the edges together with woodenpegs. Then, whistling happily as he worked, he carefully jointed the limbsand fastened them to the body with pegs whittled into shape with his knife.

By the time this feat had been accomplished it began to grow dark, and Tipremembered he must milk the cow and feed the pigs. So he picked up hiswooden man and carried it back to the house with him.

During the evening, by the light of the fire in the kitchen, Tip carefullyrounded all the edges of the joints and smoothed the rough places in a neatand workmanlike manner. Then he stood the figure up against the wall andadmired it. It seemed remarkably tall, even for a full-grown man; but thatwas a good point in a small boy's eyes, and Tip did not object at all to thesize of his creation.

Next morning, when he looked at his work again, Tip saw he had forgotten togive the dummy a neck, by means of which he might fasten the pumpkinhead tothe body. So he went again to the forest, which was not far away, andchopped from a tree several pieces of wood with which to complete his work.When he returned he fastened a cross-piece

12to the upper end of the body, making a hole through the center to holdupright the neck. The bit of wood which formed this neck was also sharpenedat the upper end, and when all was ready Tip put on the pumpkin head,pressing it well down onto the neck, and found that it fitted very well. Thehead could be turned to one side or the other, as he pleased, and the hingesof the arms and legs allowed him to place the dummy in any position hedesired.

"Now, that," declared Tip, proudly, "is really a very fine man, and itought to frighten several screeches out of old Mombi! But it would be muchmore lifelike if it were properly dressed."

To find clothing seemed no easy task; but Tip boldly ransacked the greatchest in which Mombi kept all her keepsakes and treasures, and at the verybottom he discovered some purple trousers, a red shirt and a pink vest whichwas dotted with white spots. These he carried away to his man and succeeded,although the garments did not fit very well, in dressing the creature in ajaunty fashion. Some knit stockings belonging to Mombi and a much worn pairof his own shoes completed the man's apparel, and Tip was so delighted thathe danced up and down and laughed aloud in boyish ecstacy.


"I must give him a name!" he cried. "So good a man as this must surely havea name. I believe," he added, after a moment's thought, "I will name thefellow 'Jack Pumpkinhead!'"

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15 The Marvelous Powder of Life

After considering the matter carefully, Tip decided that the best place tolocate Jack would be at the bend in the road, a little way from the house.So he started to carry his man there, but found him heavy and rather awkwardto handle. After dragging the creature a short distance Tip stood him on hisfeet, and by first bending the joints of one leg, and then those of theother, at the same time pushing from behind, the boy managed to induce Jackto walk to the bend in the road. It was not accomplished without a fewtumbles, and Tip really worked harder than he ever had in the fields or

16forest; but a love of mischief urged him on, and it pleased him to test thecleverness of his workmanship.

"Jack's all right, and works fine!" he said to himself, panting with theunusual exertion. But just then he discovered the man's left arm had fallenoff in the journey so he went back to find it, and afterward, by whittling anew and stouter pin for the shoulder-joint, he repaired the injury sosuccessfully that the arm was stronger than before. Tip also noticed thatJack's pumpkin head had twisted around until it faced his back; but this waseasily remedied. When, at last, the man was set up facing the turn in thepath where old Mombi was to appear, he looked natural enough to be a fairimitation of a Gillikin farmer, -- and unnatural enough to startle anyonethat came on him unawares.

As it was yet too early in the day to expect the old woman to return home,Tip went down into the valley below the farm-house and began to gather nutsfrom the trees that grew there.

However, old Mombi returned earlier than usual. She had met a crookedwizard who resided in a lonely cave in the mountains, and had tradedseveral important secrets of magic with him. Hav-

17ing in this way secured three new recipes, four magical powders and aselection of herbs of wonderful power and potency, she hobbled home as fastas she could, in order to test her new sorceries.

So intent was Mombi on the treasures she had gained that when she turned thebend in the road and caught a glimpse of the man, she merely nodded andsaid:

"Good evening, sir."

But, a moment after, noting that the person did not move or reply, she casta shrewd glance into his face and discovered his pumpkin head elaboratelycarved by Tip's jack-knife.

"Heh!" ejaculated Mombi, giving a sort of grunt; "that rascally boy hasbeen playing tricks again! Very good! ve -- ry good! I'll beat him black-and-blue for trying to scare me in this fashion!"

Angrily she raised her stick to smash in the grinning pumpkin head of thedummy; but a sudden thought made her pause, the uplifted stick leftmotionless in the air.

"Why, here is a good chance to try my new powder!" said she, eagerly. "Andthen I can tell whether that crooked wizard has fairly traded secrets, orwhether he has fooled me as wickedly as I fooled him."


So she set down her basket and began fumbling in it for one of the preciouspowders she had obtained.

While Mombi was thus occupied Tip strolled back, with his pockets full ofnuts, and discovered the old woman standing beside his man and apparentlynot the least bit frightened by it.

At first he was generally disappointed; but the next moment he becamecurious to know what Mombi was going to do. So he hid behind a hedge, wherehe could see without being seen, and prepared to watch.

After some search the woman drew from her basket an old pepper-box, upon thefaded label of which the wizard had written with a lead-pencil:

"Powder of Life."

"Ah -- here it is!" she cried, joyfully. "And now let us see if it ispotent. The stingy wizard didn't give me much of it, but I guess there'senough for two or three doses."

Tip was much surprised when he overheard this speech. Then he saw old Mombiraise her arm and sprinkle the powder from the box over the pumpkin head ofhis man Jack. She did this in the same way one would pepper a baked potato,and the powder sifted down from Jack's head and scattered

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20over the red shirt and pink waistcoat and purple trousers Tip had dressedhim in, and a portion even fell upon the patched and worn shoes.

Then, putting the pepper-box back into the basket, Mombi lifted her lefthand, with its little finger pointed upward, and said:


Then she lifted her right hand, with the thumb pointed upward, and said:


Then she lifted both hands, with all the fingers and thumbs spread out, andcried:


Jack Pumpkinhead stepped back a pace, at this, and said in a reproachfulvoice:

"Don't yell like that! Do you think I'm deaf?"

Old Mombi danced around him, frantic with delight.

"He lives!" she screamed: "He lives! he lives!"

Then she threw her stick into the air and caught it as it came down; and shehugged herself with both arms, and tried to do a step of a jig; and all thetime she repeated, rapturously:

"He lives! -- he lives! -- he lives!"

Now you may well suppose that Tip observed all this with amazement.


At first he was so frightened and horrified that he wanted to run away, buthis legs trembled and shook so badly that he couldn't. Then it struck him asa very funny thing for Jack to come to life, especially as the expression onhis pumpkin face was so droll and comical it excited laughter on theinstant. So, recovering from his first fear, Tip began to laugh; and themerry peals reached old Mombi's ears and made her hobble quickly to thehedge, where she seized Tip's collar and dragged him back to where she hadleft her basket and the pumpkinheaded man.

"You naughty, sneaking, wicked boy!" she exclaimed, furiously:" I'll teachyou to spy out my secrets and to make fun of me!"

"I wasn't making fun of you," protested Tip. "I was laughing at oldPumpkinhead! Look at him! Isn't he a picture, though?"

"I hope you are not reflecting on my personal appearance," said Jack; and itwas so funny to hear his grave voice, while his face continued to wear itsjolly smile, that Tip again burst into a peal of laughter.

Even Mombi was not without a curious interest in the man her magic hadbrought to life; for, after staring at him intently, she presently asked:

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"What do you know?"

"Well, that is hard to tell," replied Jack. "For although I feel that Iknow a tremendous lot, I am not yet aware how much there is in the world tofind out about. It will take me a little time to discover whether I am verywise or very foolish."

"To be sure," said Mombi, thoughtfully.

"But what are you going to do with him, now he is alive?" asked Tip,wondering.

"I must think it over," answered Mombi. "But we must get home at once, forit is growing dark. Help the Pumpkinhead to walk."

"Never mind me," said Jack; "I can walk as well as you can. Haven't I gotlegs and feet, and aren't they jointed?"

"Are they?" asked the woman, turning to Tip.

"Of course they are; I made 'em myself," returned the boy, with pride.

So they started for the house, but when they reached the farm yard oldMombi led the pumpkin man to the cow stable and shut him up in an emptystall, fastening the door securely on the outside.

"I've got to attend to you, first," she said, nodding her head at Tip.

Hearing this, the boy became uneasy; for he

24knew Mombi had a bad and revengeful heart, and would not hesitate to do anyevil thing.

They entered the house. It was a round, domeshaped structure, as are nearlyall the farm houses in the Land of Oz.

Mombi bade the boy light a candle, while she put her basket in a cupboardand hung her cloak on a peg. Tip obeyed quickly, for he was afraid of her.

After the candle had been lighted Mombi ordered him to build a fire in thehearth, and while Tip was thus engaged the old woman ate her supper. Whenthe flames began to crackle the boy came to her and asked a share of thebread and cheese; but Mombi refused him.

"I'm hungry!" said Tip, in a sulky tone.

"You won't be hungry long," replied Mombi, with a grim look.

The boy didn't like this speech, for it sounded like a threat; but hehappened to remember he had nuts in his pocket, so he cracked some of thoseand ate them while the woman rose, shook the crumbs from her apron, and hungabove the fire a small black kettle.

Then she measured out equal parts of milk and vinegar and poured them intothe kettle. Next she

25produced several packets of herbs and powders and began adding a portion ofeach to the contents of the kettle. Occasionally she would draw near thecandle and read from a yellow paper the recipe of the mess she wasconcocting.

As Tip watched her his uneasiness increased.

"What is that for?" he asked.

"For you," returned Mombi, briefly.

Tip wriggled around upon his stool and stared awhile at the kettle, whichwas beginning to bubble. Then he would glance at the stern and wrinkledfeatures of the witch and wish he were any place but in that dim and smokykitchen, where even the shadows cast by the candle upon the wall were enoughto give one the horrors. So an hour passed away, during which the silencewas only broken by the bubbling of the pot and the hissing of the flames.

Finally, Tip spoke again.

"Have I got to drink that stuff?" he asked, nodding toward the pot.

"Yes," said Mombi.

"What'll it do to me?" asked Tip.

"If it's properly made," replied Mombi, "it will change or transform youinto a marble statue."

Tip groaned, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with his sleeve.


"I don't want to be a marble statue!" he protested.

"That doesn't matter I want you to be one," said the old woman, looking athim severely.

"What use'll I be then?" asked Tip. "There won't be any one to work foryou."

"I'll make the Pumpkinhead work for me," said Mombi.

Again Tip groaned.

"Why don't you change me into a goat, or a chicken?" he asked, anxiously."You can't do anything with a marble statue."

"Oh, yes, I can," returned Mombi. "I'm going to plant a flower garden, nextSpring, and I'll put you in the middle of it, for an ornament. I wonder Ihaven't thought of that before; you've been a bother to me for years."

At this terrible speech Tip felt the beads of perspiration starting allover his body. but he sat still and shivered and looked anxiously at thekettle.

"Perhaps it won't work," he mutttered, in a voice that sounded weak anddiscouraged.

"Oh, I think it will," answered Mombi, cheerfully. "I seldom make amistake."

Again there was a period of silence a silence so long and gloomy that whenMombi finally lifted the kettle from the fire it was close to midnight.

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"You cannot drink it until it has become quite cold," announced the oldwitch for in spite of the law she had acknowledged practising witchcraft."We must both go to bed now, and at daybreak I will call you and at oncecomplete your transformation into a marble statue."

With this she hobbled into her room, bearing the steaming kettle with her,and Tip heard her close and lock the door.

The boy did not go to bed, as he had been commanded to do, but still satglaring at the embers of the dying fire.

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29 The Flight of the Fugitives

Tip reflected.

"It's a hard thing, to be a marble statue," he thought, rebelliously, "andI'm not going to stand it. For years I've been a bother to her, she says; soshe's going to get rid of me. Well, there's an easier way than to become astatue. No boy could have any fun forever standing in the middle of a flowergarden! I'll run away, that's what I'll do -- and I may as well go beforeshe makes me drink that nasty stuff in the kettle." He waited until thesnores of the old witch announced she was fast asleep, and then he arosesoftly and went to the cupboard to find something to eat.


"No use starting on a journey without food," he decided, searching upon thenarrow shelves.

He found some crusts of bread; but he had to look into Mombi's basket tofind the cheese she had brought from the village. While turning over thecontents of the basket he came upon the pepper-box which contained the"Powder of Life."

"I may as well take this with me," he thought, "or Mombi'll be using it tomake more mischief with." So he put the box in his pocket, together with thebread and cheese.

Then he cautiously left the house and latched the door behind him. Outsideboth moon and stars shone brightly, and the night seemed peaceful andinviting after the close and ill-smelling kitchen.

"I'll be glad to get away," said Tip, softly; "for I never did like that oldwoman. I wonder how I ever came to live with her."

He was walking slowly toward the road when a thought made him pause.

"I don't like to leave Jack Pumpkinhead to the tender mercies of old Mombi,"he muttered. "And Jack belongs to me, for I made him even if the old witchdid bring him to life."

He retraced his steps to the cow-stable and opened the door of the stallwhere the pumpkin-

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32headed man had been left.

Jack was standing in the middle of the stall, and by the moonlight Tip couldsee he was smiling just as jovially as ever.

"Come on!" said the boy, beckoning."

"Where to?" asked Jack.

"You'll know as soon as I do," answered Tip, smiling sympathetically intothe pumpkin face.

"All we've got to do now is to tramp."

"Very well," returned Jack, and walked awkwardly out of the stable and intothe moonlight.

Tip turned toward the road and the man followed him. Jack walked with a sortof limp, and occasionally one of the joints of his legs would turn backward,instead of frontwise, almost causing him to tumble. But the Pumpkinhead wasquick to notice this, and began to take more pains to step carefully; sothat he met with few accidents.

Tip led him along the path without stopping an instant. They could not govery fast, but they walked steadily; and by the time the moon sank away andthe sun peeped over the hills they had travelled so great a distance thatthe boy had no reason to fear pursuit from the old witch. Moreover, he hadturned first into one path, and then into another, so that should anyonefollow them it

33would prove very difficult to guess which way they had gone, or where toseek them.

Fairly satisfied that he had escaped -- for a time, at least -- being turnedinto a marble statue, the boy stopped his companion and seated himself upona rock by the roadside.

"Let's have some breakfast," he said.

Jack Pumpkinhead watched Tip curiously, but refused to join in the repast."I don't seem to be made the same way you are," he said.

"I know you are not," returned Tip; "for I made you."

"Oh! Did you?" asked Jack.

"Certainly. And put you together. And carved your eyes and nose and ears and

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34mouth," said Tip proudly. "And dressed you."

Jack looked at his body and limbs critically.

"It strikes me you made a very good job of it," he remarked.

"Just so-so," replied Tip, modestly; for he began to see certain defects inthe construction of his man. "If I'd known we were going to travel togetherI might have been a little more particular."

"Why, then," said the Pumpkinhead, in a tone that expressed surprise, "youmust be my creator my parent my father!"

"Or your inventor," replied the boy with a laugh. "Yes, my son; I reallybelieve I am!"

"Then I owe you obedience," continued the man, "and you owe me -- support."

"That's it, exactly", declared Tip, jumping up. "So let us be off."

"Where are we going?" asked Jack, when they had resumed their journey.

"I'm not exactly sure," said the boy; "but I believe we are headed South,and that will bring us, sooner or later, to the Emerald City."

"What city is that?" enquired the Pumpkinhead.

"Why, it's the center of the Land of Oz, and the biggest town in all thecountry. I've never been there, myself, but I've heard all about its

35history. It was built by a mighty and wonderful Wizard named Oz, andeverything there is of a green color -- just as everything in this Countryof the Gillikins is of a purple color."

"Is everything here purple?" asked Jack.

"Of course it is. Can't you see?" returned the boy.

"I believe I must be color-blind," said the Pumpkinhead, after staring abouthim.

"Well, the grass is purple, and the trees are purple, and the houses andfences are purple," explained Tip. "Even the mud in the roads is purple. Butin the Emerald City everything is green that is purple here. And in theCountry of the Munchkins, over at the East, everything is blue; and in theSouth country of the Quadlings everything is red; and in the West country ofthe Winkies, where the Tin Woodman rules, everything is yellow."

"Oh!" said Jack. Then, after a pause, he asked: "Did you say a Tin Woodmanrules the Winkies?"

"Yes; he was one of those who helped Dorothy to destroy the Wicked Witch ofthe West, and the Winkies were so grateful that they invited him to becometheir ruler, -- just as the people of the Emerald City invited the Scarecrowto rule them."

"Dear me!" said Jack. "I'm getting confused with all this history. Who isthe Scarecrow?"


"Another friend of Dorothy's," replied Tip.

"And who is Dorothy?"

"She was a girl that came here from Kansas, a place in the big, outsideWorld. She got blown to the Land of Oz by a cyclone, and while she was herethe Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman accompanied her on her travels."

"And where is she now?" inquired the Pumpkinhead.

"Glinda the Good, who rules the Quadlings, sent her home again," said theboy.

"Oh. And what became of the Scarecrow?"

"I told you. He rules the Emerald City," answered Tip.

"I thought you said it was ruled by a wonderful Wizard," objected Jack,seeming more and more confused.

"Well, so I did. Now, pay attention, and I'll explain it," said Tip,speaking slowly and looking the smiling Pumpkinhead squarely in the eye."Dorothy went to the Emerald City to ask the Wizard to send her back toKansas; and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman went with her. But the Wizardcouldn't send her back, because he wasn't so much of a Wizard as he mighthave been. And then they got angry at the Wizard, and threat-

37ened to expose him; so the Wizard made a big balloon and escaped in it, andno one has ever seen him since."

"Now, that is very interesting history," said Jack, well pleased; "and Iunderstand it perfectly all but the explanation."

"I'm glad you do," responded Tip. "After the Wizard was gone, the people ofthe Emerald City made His Majesty, the Scarecrow, their King; "and I haveheard that he became a very popular ruler."

"Are we going to see this queer King?" asked Jack, with interest.

"I think we may as well," replied the boy; "unless you have something betterto do."

"Oh, no, dear father," said the Pumpkinhead. "I am quite willing to gowherever you please."

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39 Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic

The boy, small and rather delicate in appearance seemed somewhat embarrassedat being called "father" by the tall, awkward, pumpkinheaded man, but todeny the relationship would involve another long and tedious explanation; sohe changed the subject by asking, abruptly:

"Are you tired?"

"Of course not!" replied the other. "But," he continued, after a pause, "itis quite certain I shall wear out my wooden joints if I keep on walking."

Tip reflected, as they journeyed on, that this was true. He began to regretthat he had not constructed the wooden limbs more carefully andsubstantially. Yet how could he ever have guessed

40that the man he had made merely to scare old Mombi with would be brought tolife by means of a magical powder contained in an old pepper-box?

So he ceased to reproach himself, and began to think how he might yet remedythe deficiencies of Jack's weak joints.

While thus engaged they came to the edge of a wood, and the boy sat down torest upon an old sawhorse that some woodcutter had left there.

"Why don't you sit down?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.

"Won't it strain my joints?" inquired the other.

"Of course not. It'll rest them," declared the boy.

So Jack tried to sit down; but as soon as he bent his joints farther thanusual they gave way altogether, and he came clattering to the ground withsuch a crash that Tip feared he was entirely ruined.

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He rushed to the man, lifted him to his feet, straightened his arms andlegs, and felt of his head to see if by chance it had become cracked. ButJack seemed to be in pretty good shape, after all, and Tip said to him:

"I guess you'd better remain standing, hereafter. It seems the safest way."

"Very well, dear father." just as you say, replied the smiling Jack, who hadbeen in no wise confused by his tumble.

Tip sat down again. Presently the Pumpkinhead asked:

"What is that thing you are sitting on?"

"Oh, this is a horse," replied the boy, carelessly.

"What is a horse?" demanded Jack.

"A horse? Why, there are two kinds of horses," returned Tip, slightlypuzzled how to explain. "One kind of horse is alive, and has four legs and ahead and a tail. And people ride upon its back."

"I understand," said Jack, cheerfully "That's the kind of horse you are nowsitting on."

"No, it isn't," answered Tip, promptly.

"Why not? That one has four legs, and a head, and a tail." Tip looked at thesaw-horse more carefully, and found that the Pumpkinhead was right. The body

42had been formed from a tree-trunk, and a branch had been left sticking up atone end that looked very much like a tail. In the other end were two bigknots that resembled eyes, and a place had been chopped away that mighteasily be mistaken for the horse's mouth. As for the legs, they were fourstraight limbs cut from trees and stuck fast into the body, being spreadwide apart so that the saw-horse would stand firmly when a log was laidacross it to be sawed.

"This thing resembles a real horse more than I imagined," said Tip, tryingto explain. "But a real horse is alive, and trots and prances and eats oats,while this is nothing more than a dead horse, made of wood, and used to sawlogs upon."

"If it were alive, wouldn't it trot, and prance, and eat oats?" inquired thePumpkinhead.

"It would trot and prance, perhaps; but it wouldn't eat oats," replied theboy, laughing at the idea." And of course it can't ever be alive, because itis made of wood."

"So am I," answered the man.

Tip looked at him in surprise.

"Why, so you are!" he exclaimed. "And the magic powder that brought you tolife is here in my pocket."

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He brought out the pepper box, and eyed it curiously.

"I wonder," said he, musingly, "if it would bring the saw-horse to life."

"If it would," returned Jack, calmly for nothing seemed to surprise him" Icould ride on its back, and that would save my joints from wearing out."

"I'll try it!" cried the boy, jumping up. "But I wonder if I can rememberthe words old Mombi said, and the way she held her hands up."

He thought it over for a minute, and as he had watched carefully from thehedge every motion of the old witch, and listened to her words, he believedhe could repeat exactly what she had said and done.

So he began by sprinkling some of the magic Powder of Life from the pepper-box upon the body of the saw-horse. Then he lifted his left hand, with thelittle finger pointing upward, and said: "Weaugh!"

"What does that mean, dear father?" asked Jack, curiously.

"I don't know," answered Tip. Then he lifted his right hand, with the thumbpointing upward and said: "Teaugh!"

"What's that, dear father?" inquired Jack.


"It means you must keep quiet!" replied the boy, provoked at beinginterrupted at so important a moment.

"How fast I am learning!" remarked the Pumpkinhead, with his eternal smile.

Tip now lifted both hands above his head, with all the fingers and thumbsspread out, and cried in a loud voice: "Peaugh!"

Immediately the saw-horse moved, stretched its legs, yawned with itschopped-out mouth, and shook a few grains of the powder off its back. Therest of the powder seemed to have vanished into the body of the horse.

"Good!" called Jack, while the boy looked on in astonishment. "You are avery clever sorcerer, dear father!"

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47 The Awakening of the Saw-horse

The Saw-Horse, finding himself alive, seemed even more astonished than Tip.He rolled his knotty eyes from side to side, taking a first wondering viewof the world in which he had now so important an existence. Then he tried tolook at himself; but he had, indeed, no neck to turn; so that in theendeavor to see his body he kept circling around and around, withoutcatching even a glimpse of it. His legs were stiff and awkward, for therewere no knee-joints in them; so that presently he bumped against JackPumpkinhead and sent that personage tumbling upon the moss that lined theroadside.


Tip became alarmed at this accident, as well as at the persistence of theSaw-Horse in prancing around in a circle; so he called out:

"Whoa! Whoa, there!"

The Saw-Horse paid no attention whatever to this command, and the nextinstant brought one of his wooden legs down upon Tip's foot so forcibly thatthe boy danced away in pain to a safer distance, from where he again yelled:

"Whoa! Whoa, I say!"

Jack had now managed to raise himself to a sitting position, and he lookedat the Saw-Horse with much interest.

"I don't believe the animal can hear you," he remarked.

"I shout loud enough, don't I?" answered Tip, angrily.

"Yes; but the horse has no ears," said the smiling Pumpkinhead.

"Sure enough!" exclaimed Tip, noting the fact for the first time. "How,then, am I going to stop him?"

But at that instant the Saw-Horse stopped himself, having concluded it wasimpossible to see his own body. He saw Tip, however, and came close to theboy to observe him more fully.


It was really comical to see the creature walk; for it moved the legs on itsright side together, and those on its left side together, as a pacing horsedoes; and that made its body rock sidewise, like a cradle.

Tip patted it upon the head, and said "Good boy! Good Boy!" in a coaxingtone; and the Saw-Horse pranced away to examine with its bulging eyes theform of Jack Pumpkinhead.

"I must find a halter for him," said Tip; and having made a search in hispocket he produced a roll of strong cord. Unwinding this, he approached theSaw-Horse and tied the cord around its neck, afterward fastening the otherend to a large tree. The Saw-Horse, not understanding the action, steppedbackward and snapped the string easily; but it made no attempt to run away.

"He's stronger than I thought," said the boy, "and rather obstinate, too."

"Why don't you make him some ears?" asked Jack. "Then you can tell him whatto do."

"That's a splendid idea!" said Tip. "How did you happen to think of it?"

"Why, I didn't think of it," answered the Pumpkinhead; "I didn't need to,for it's the simplest and easiest thing to do."


So Tip got out his knife and fashioned some ears out of the bark of a smalltree.

"I mustn't make them too big," he said, as he whittled, "or our horse wouldbecome a donkey."

"How is that?" inquired Jack, from the roadside.

"Why, a horse has bigger ears than a man; and a donkey has bigger ears thana horse," explained Tip.

"Then, if my ears were longer, would I be a horse?" asked Jack.

"My friend," said Tip, gravely, "you'll never be anything but a Pumpkinhead,no matter how big your ears are."

"Oh," returned Jack, nodding; "I think I understand."

"If you do, you're a wonder," remarked the boy "but there's no harm inthinking you understand. I guess these ears are ready now. Will you hold thehorse while I stick them on?"

"Certainly, if you'll help me up," said Jack.

So Tip raised him to his feet, and the Pumpkinhead went to the horse andheld its head while the boy bored two holes in it with his knife-blade andinserted the ears.

"They make him look very handsome," said Jack, admiringly.


But those words, spoken close to the Saw-Horse, and being the first soundshe had ever heard, so startled the animal that he made a bound forward andtumbled Tip on one side and Jack on the other. Then he continued to rushforward as if frightened by the clatter of his own foot-steps.

"Whoa!" shouted Tip, picking himself up; "whoa! you idiot whoa!" The Saw-Horse would probably have paid no attention to this, but just then itstepped a leg into a gopher-hole and stumbled head-over-heels to the ground,where it lay upon its back, frantically waving its four legs in the air.

Tip ran up to it.

"You're a nice sort of a horse, I must say!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't youstop when I yelled 'whoa?'"

"Does 'whoa' mean to stop?" asked the Saw-Horse, in a surprised voice, as itrolled its eyes upward to look at the boy.

"Of course it does," answered Tip.

"And a hole in the ground means to stop, also, doesn't it?" continued thehorse.

"To be sure; unless you step over it," said Tip.

"What a strange place this is," the creature exclaimed, as if amazed. "Whatam I doing here, anyway?"

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"Why, I've brought you to life," answered the boy "but it won't hurt youany, if you mind me and do as I tell you."

"Then I will do as you tell me," replied the Saw-Horse, humbly. "But whathappened to me, a moment ago? I don't seem to be just right, someway."

"You're upside down," explained Tip. "But just keep those legs still aminute and I'll set you right side up again."

"How many sides have I?" asked the creature, wonderingly.

"Several," said Tip, briefly. "But do keep those legs still."

The Saw-Horse now became quiet, and held its legs rigid; so that Tip, afterseveral efforts, was able to roll him over and set him upright.

"Ah, I seem all right now," said the queer animal, with a sigh.

"One of your ears is broken," Tip announced, after a careful examination."I'll have to make a new one."

Then he led the Saw-Horse back to where Jack was vainly struggling to regainhis feet, and after assisting the Pumpkinhead to stand upright Tip whittledout a new ear and fastened it to the horse's head.


"Now," said he, addressing his steed, "pay attention to what I'm going totell you. 'Whoa!' means to stop; 'Get-Up!' means to walk forward; 'Trot!'means to go as fast as you can. Understand?"

"I believe I do," returned the horse.

"Very good. We are all going on a journey to the Emerald City, to see HisMajesty, the Scarecrow; and Jack Pumpkinhead is going to ride on your back,so he won't wear out his joints."

"I don't mind," said the Saw-Horse. "Anything that suits you suits me."

Then Tip assisted Jack to get upon the horse.

"Hold on tight," he cautioned, "or you may fall off and crack your pumpkinhead."

"That would be horrible!" said Jack, with a shudder. "What shall I hold onto?"

"Why, hold on to his ears," replied Tip, after a moment's hesitation.

"Don't do that!" remonstrated the Saw-Horse; "for then I can't hear."

That seemed reasonable, so Tip tried to think of something else.

"I'll fix it!" said he, at length. He went into the wood and cut a shortlength of limb from a young, stout tree. One end of this he sharpened to apoint, and then he dug a hole in the back of

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56the Saw-Horse, just behind its head. Next he brought a piece of rock fromthe road and hammered the post firmly into the animal's back.

"Stop! Stop!" shouted the horse; "you're jarring me terribly."

"Does it hurt?" asked the boy.

"Not exactly hurt," answered the animal; "but it makes me quite nervous tobe jarred."

"Well, it's all over now" said Tip, encouragingly. "Now, Jack, be sure tohold fast to this post and then you can't fall off and get smashed."

So Jack held on tight, and Tip said to the horse:

"Get up."

The obedient creature at once walked forward, rocking from side to side ashe raised his feet from the ground.

Tip walked beside the Saw-Horse, quite content with this addition to theirparty. Presently he began to whistle.

"What does that sound mean?" asked the horse.

"Don't pay any attention to it," said Tip. "I'm just whistling, and thatonly means I'm pretty well satisfied."

"I'd whistle myself, if I could push my lips together," remarked Jack. "Ifear, dear father, that in some respects I am sadly lacking."


After journeying on for some distance the narrow path they were followingturned into a broad roadway, paved with yellow brick. By the side of theroad Tip noticed a sign-post that read:


But it was now growing dark, so he decided to camp for the night by theroadside and to resume the journey next morning by daybreak. He led the Saw-Horse to a grassy mound upon which grew several bushy trees, and carefullyassisted the Pumpkinhead to alight.

"I think I'll lay you upon the ground, overnight," said the boy. "You willbe safer that way."

"How about me?" asked the Saw-Horse.

"It won't hurt you to stand," replied Tip; "and, as you can't sleep, you mayas well watch out and see that no one comes near to disturb us."

Then the boy stretched himself upon the grass beside the Pumpkinhead, andbeing greatly wearied by the journey was soon fast asleep.

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59 Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride to the Emerald City

At daybreak Tip was awakened by the Pumpkinhead. He rubbed the sleep fromhis eyes, bathed in a little brook, and then ate a portion of his bread andcheese. Having thus prepared for a new day the boy said:

"Let us start at once. Nine miles is quite a distance, but we ought to reachthe Emerald City by noon if no accidents happen." So the Pumpkinhead wasagain perched upon the back of the Saw-Horse and the journey was resumed.

Tip noticed that the purple tint of the grass and trees had now faded to adull lavender, and before long this lavender appeared to take on a greenishtinge that gradually brightened as they drew nearer to the great City wherethe Scarecrow ruled.


The little party had traveled but a short two miles upon their way when theroad of yellow brick was parted by a broad and swift river. Tip was puzzledhow to cross over; but after a time he discovered a man in a ferry-boatapproaching from the other side of the stream.

When the man reached the bank Tip asked:

"Will you row us to the other side?"

"Yes, if you have money," returned the ferryman, whose face looked cross anddisagreeable.

"But I have no money," said Tip.

"None at all?" inquired the man.

"None at all," answered the boy.

"Then I'll not break my back rowing you over," said the ferryman, decidedly.

"What a nice man!" remarked the Pumpkinhead, smilingly.

The ferryman stared at him, but made no reply. Tip was trying to think, forit was a great disappointment to him to find his journey so suddenly broughtto an end.

"I must certainly get to the Emerald City," he said to the boatman; "but howcan I cross the river if you do not take me?"

The man laughed, and it was not a nice laugh.

"That wooden horse will float," said he; "and

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you can ride him across. As for the pumpkinheaded loon who accompanies you,let him sink or swim it won't matter greatly which."

"Don't worry about me," said Jack, smiling pleasantly upon the crabbedferryman; "I'm sure I ought to float beautifully."

Tip thought the experiment was worth making, and the Saw-Horse, who did notknow what danger meant, offered no objections whatever. So the boy led itdown into the water and climbed upon its back. Jack also waded in up to hisknees and

62grasped the tail of the horse so that he might keep his pumpkin head abovethe water.

"Now," said Tip, instructing the Saw-Horse, "if you wiggle your legs youwill probably swim; and if you swim we shall probably reach the other side."

The Saw-Horse at once began to wiggle its legs, which acted as oars andmoved the adventurers slowly across the river to the opposite side. Sosuccessful was the trip that presently they were climbing, wet and dripping,up the grassy bank.

Tip's trouser-legs and shoes were thoroughly soaked; but the Saw-Horse hadfloated so perfectly that from his knees up the boy was entirely dry. As forthe Pumpkinhead, every stitch of his gorgeous clothing dripped water.

"The sun will soon dry us," said Tip "and, anyhow, we are now safely across,in spite of the ferryman, and can continue our journey.

"I didn't mind swimming, at all," remarked the horse.

"Nor did I," added Jack.

They soon regained the road of yellow brick, which proved to be acontinuation of the road they had left on the other side, and then Tip oncemore mounted the Pumpkinhead upon the back of the Saw-Horse.


"If you ride fast," said he, "the wind will help to dry your clothing. Iwill hold on to the horse's tail and run after you. In this way we all willbecome dry in a very short time."

"Then the horse must step lively," said Jack.

"I'll do my best," returned the Saw-Horse, cheerfully.

Tip grasped the end of the branch that served as tail to the Saw-Horse, andcalled loudly: "Get-up!"

The horse started at a good pace, and Tip followed behind. Then he decidedthey could go faster, so he shouted: "Trot!"

Now, the Saw-Horse remembered that this word was the command to go as fastas he could; so he began rocking along the road at a tremendous pace,

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64and Tip had hard work -- running faster than he ever had before in his life-- to keep his feet.

Soon he was out of breath, and although he wanted to call "Whoa!" to thehorse, he found he could not get the word out of his throat. Then the end ofthe tail he was clutching, being nothing more than a dead branch, suddenlybroke away, and the next minute the boy was rolling in the dust of the road,while the horse and its pumpkin-headed rider dashed on and quicklydisappeared in the distance.

By the time Tip had picked himself up and cleared the dust from his throatso he could say "Whoa!" there was no further need of saying it, for thehorse was long since out of sight.

So he did the only sensible thing he could do. He sat down and took a goodrest, and afterward began walking along the road.

"Some time I will surely overtake them," he reflected; "for the road willend at the gates of the Emerald City, and they can go no further than that."

Meantime Jack was holding fast to the post and the Saw-Horse was tearingalong the road like a racer. Neither of them knew Tip was left behind, forthe Pumpkinhead did not look around and the Saw-Horse couldn't.

As he rode, Jack noticed that the grass and trees

65had become a bright emerald-green in color, so he guessed they were nearingthe Emerald City even before the tall spires and domes came into sight.

At length a high wall of green stone, studded thick with emeralds, loomed upbefore them; and fearing the Saw-Horse would not know enough to stop and somight smash them both against this wall, Jack ventured to cry "Whoa!" asloud as he could.

So suddenly did the horse obey that had it not been for his post Jack wouldhave been pitched off head foremost, and his beautiful face ruined.

"That was a fast ride, dear father!" he exclaimed; and then, hearing noreply, he turned around and discovered for the first time that Tip was notthere.

This apparent desertion puzzled the Pumpkinhead, and made him uneasy. Andwhile he was wondering what had become of the boy, and what he ought to donext under such trying circumstances, the gateway in the green wall openedand a man came out.

This man was short and round, with a fat face that seemed remarkably good-natured. He was clothed all in green and wore a high, peaked green hat uponhis head and green spectacles over his eyes. Bowing before the Pumpkinheadhe said:

"I am the Guardian of the Gates of the Emerald

66City. May I inquire who you are, and what is your business?"

"My name is Jack Pumpkinhead," returned the other, smilingly; "but as to mybusiness, I haven't the least idea in the world what it is."

The Guardian of the Gates looked surprised, and shook his head as ifdissatisfied with the reply.

"What are you, a man or a pumpkin?" he asked, politely.

"Both, if you please," answered Jack.

"And this wooden horse -- is it alive?" questioned the Guardian.

The horse rolled one knotty eye upward and winked at Jack. Then it gave aprance and brought one leg down on the Guardian's toes.

"Ouch!" cried the man; "I'm sorry I asked that question. But the answer ismost convincing. Have you any errand, sir, in the Emerald City?"

"It seems to me that I have," replied the Pumpkinhead, seriously; "but Icannot think what it is. My father knows all about it, but he is not here."

"This is a strange affair very strange!" declared the Guardian. "But youseem harmless. Folks do not smile so delightfully when they mean mischief."

"As for that," said Jack, "I cannot help my smile, for it is carved on myface with a jack-knife."


"Well, come with me into my room," resumed the Guardian, "and I will seewhat can be done for you."

So Jack rode the Saw-Horse through the gateway into a little room built intothe wall. The Guardian pulled a bell-cord, and presently a very tall soldier-- clothed in a green uniform -- entered from the opposite door. Thissoldier carried a long green gun over his shoulder and had lovely greenwhiskers that fell quite to his knees. The Guardian at once addressed him,saying:

"Here is a strange gentleman who doesn't know why he has come to the EmeraldCity, or what he wants. Tell me, what shall we do with him?"

The Soldier with the Green Whiskers looked at Jack with much care andcuriosity. Finally he shook his head so positively that little waves rippleddown his whiskers, and then he said:

"I must take him to His Majesty, the Scarecrow."

But what will His Majesty, the Scarecrow, do with him?" asked the Guardianof the Gates.

"That is His Majesty's business," returned the soldier. "I have troublesenough of my own. All outside troubles must be turned over to His Majesty.So put the spectacles on this fellow, and I'll take him to the royalpalace."


So the Guardian opened a big box of spectacles and tried to fit a pair toJack's great round eyes.

"I haven't a pair in stock that will really cover those eyes up," said thelittle man, with a sigh; "and your head is so big that I shall be obliged totie the spectacles on."

"But why need I wear spectacles?" asked Jack.

"It's the fashion here," said the Soldier, "and they will keep you frombeing blinded by the glitter and glare of the gorgeous Emerald City."

"Oh!" exclaimed Jack. "Tie them on, by all means. I don't wish to beblinded."

"Nor I!" broke in the Saw-Horse; so a pair of green spectacles was quicklyfastened over the bulging knots that served it for eyes.

Then the Soldier with the Green Whiskers led them through the inner gate andthey at once found themselves in the main street of the magnificent EmeraldCity.

Sparkling green gems ornamented the fronts of the beautiful houses and thetowers and turrets were all faced with emeralds. Even the green marblepavement glittered with precious stones, and it was indeed a grand andmarvelous sight to one who beheld it for the first time.

However, the Pumpkinhead and the Saw-Horse,

69knowing nothing of wealth and beauty, paid little attention to the wonderfulsights they saw through their green spectacles. They calmly followed afterthe green soldier and scarcely noticed the crowds of green people who staredat them in surprise. When a green dog ran out and barked at them the Saw-Horse promptly kicked at it with its wooden leg and sent the little animalhowling into one of the houses; but nothing more serious than this happenedto interrupt their progress to the royal palace.

The Pumpkinhead wanted to ride up the green marble steps and straight intothe Scarecrow's presence; but the soldier would not permit that. So Jackdismounted, with much difficulty, and a servant led the Saw-Horse around tothe rear while the Soldier with the Green Whiskers escorted the Pumpkinheadinto the palace, by the front entrance.

The stranger was left in a handsomely furnished waiting room while thesoldier went to announce him. It so happened that at this hour His Majestywas at leisure and greatly bored for want of something to do, so he orderedhis visitor to be shown at once into his throne room.

Jack felt no fear or embarrassment at meeting the ruler of this magnificentcity, for he was entirely ignorant of all worldly customs. But when he en-

70tered the room and saw for the first time His Majesty the Scarecrow seatedupon his glittering throne, he stopped short in amazement.

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71 His Majesty the Scarecrow

I suppose every reader of this book knows what a scarecrow is; but JackPumpkinhead, never having seen such a creation, was more surprised atmeeting the remarkable King of the Emerald City than by any other oneexperience of his brief life.

His Majesty the Scarecrow was dressed in a suit of faded blue clothes, andhis head was merely a small sack stuffed with straw, upon which eyes, ears,a nose and a mouth had been rudely painted to represent a face. The clotheswere also stuffed with straw, and that so unevenly or carelessly that hisMajesty's legs and arms seemed more bumpy than was necessary. Upon his handswere gloves with long fingers, and these were padded with cotton. Wisps ofstraw stuck out from the monarch's

72coat and also from his neck and boot-tops. Upon his head he wore a heavygolden crown set thick with sparkling jewels, and the weight of this crowncaused his brow to sag in wrinkles, giving a thoughtful expression to thepainted face. Indeed, the crown alone betokened majesty; in all else the,Scarecrow King was but a simple scarecrow -- flimsy, awkward, andunsubstantial.

But if the strange appearance of his Majesty the Scarecrow seemed startlingto Jack, no less wonderful was the form of the Pumpkinhead to the Scarecrow.The purple trousers and pink waistcoat and red shirt hung loosely over thewooden joints Tip had manufactured, and the carved face on the pumpkingrinned perpetually, as if its wearer considered life the jolliest thingimaginable.

At first, indeed, His Majesty thought his queer visitor was laughing at him,and was inclined to resent such a liberty; but it was not without reasonthat the Scarecrow had attained the reputation of being the wisest personagein the Land of Oz. He made a more careful examination of his visitor, andsoon discovered that Jack's features were carved into a smile and that hecould not look grave if he wished to.

The King was the first to speak. After regarding

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Jack for some minutes he said, in a tone of wonder:

"Where on earth did you come from, and how do you happen to be alive?"

"I beg your Majesty's pardon," returned the Pumpkinhead; "but I do notunderstand you."


"What don't you understand?" asked the Scarecrow.

"Why, I don't understand your language. You see, I came from the Country ofthe Gillikins, so that I am a foreigner."

"Ah, to be sure!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "I myself speak the language ofthe Munchkins, which is also the language of the Emerald City. But you, Isuppose, speak the language of the Pumpkinheads?"

"Exactly so, your Majesty" replied the other, bowing; "so it will beimpossible for us to understand one another."

"That is unfortunate, certainly," said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "We musthave an interpreter."

"What is an interpreter?" asked Jack.

"A person who understands both my language and your own. When I sayanything, the interpreter can tell you what I mean; and when you sayanything the interpreter can tell me what you mean. For the interpreter canspeak both languages as well as understand them."

"That is certainly clever," said Jack, greatly pleased at finding so simplea way out of the difficulty.

So the Scarecrow commanded the Soldier with the Green Whiskers to searchamong his people

75until he found one who understood the language of the Gillikins as well asthe language of the Emerald City, and to bring that person to him at once.

When the Soldier had departed the Scarecrow said:

"Won't you take a chair while we are waiting?"

"Your Majesty forgets that I cannot understand you," replied thePumpkinhead. "If you wish me to sit down you must make a sign for me to doso." The Scarecrow came down from his throne and rolled an armchair to aposition behind the Pumpkinhead. Then he gave Jack a sudden push that senthim sprawling upon the cushions in so awkward a fashion that he doubled uplike a jackknife, and had hard work to untangle himself.

"Did you understand that sign?" asked His Majesty, politely.

"Perfectly," declared Jack, reaching up his arms to turn his head to thefront, the pumpkin having twisted around upon the stick that supported it.

"You seem hastily made," remarked the Scarecrow, watching Jack's efforts tostraighten himself.

"Not more so than your Majesty," was the frank reply.

"There is this difference between us," said the Scarecrow, "that whereas Iwill bend, but not break, you will break, but not bend."

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At this moment the soldier returned leading a young girl by the hand. Sheseemed very sweet and modest, having a pretty face and beautiful green eyesand hair. A dainty green silk skirt reached to her knees, showing silkstockings embroidered with pea-pods, and green satin slippers with bunchesof lettuce for decorations instead of bows or buckles. Upon her silken waistclover leaves were embroidered, and she wore a jaunty little jacket trimmedwith sparkling emeralds of a uniform size.

"Why, it's little Jellia Jamb!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, as the green maidenbowed her pretty head before him. "Do you understand the language of theGillikins, my dear?"

"Yes, your Majesty, she answered, "for I was born in the North Country."

"Then you shall be our interpreter," said the Scarecrow, "and explain tothis Pumpkinhead all that I say, and also explain to me all that he says. Isthis arrangement satisfactory?" he asked, turning toward his guest.

"Very satisfactory indeed," was the reply.

"Then ask him, to begin with," resumed the Scarecrow, turning to Jellia,"what brought him to the Emerald City"

But instead of this the girl, who had been staring at Jack, said to him:


"You are certainly a wonderful creature. Who made you?"

"A boy named Tip," answered Jack.

"What does he say?" inquired the Scarecrow. "My ears must have deceived me.What did he say?"

"He says that your Majesty's brains seem to have come loose," replied thegirl, demurely.

The Scarecrow moved uneasily upon his throne, and felt of his head with hisleft hand.

"What a fine thing it is to understand two different languages," he said,with a perplexed sigh. "Ask him, my dear, if he has any objection to beingput in jail for insulting the ruler of the Emerald City."

"I didn't insult you!" protested Jack, indignantly.

"Tut -- tut!" cautioned the Scarecrow "wait, until Jellia translates myspeech. What have we got an interpreter for, if you break out in this rashway?"

"All right, I'll wait," replied the Pumpkinhead, in a surly tone -- althoughhis face smiled as genially as ever. "Translate the speech, young woman."

"His Majesty inquires if you are hungry, said Jellia.

"Oh, not at all!" answered Jack, more pleasantly, "for it is impossible forme to eat."

"It's the same way with me," remarked the Scarecrow. "What did he say,Jellia, my dear?"


"He asked if you were aware that one of your eyes is painted larger than theother," said the girl, mischievously.

"Don't you believe her, your Majesty, cried Jack.

"Oh, I don't," answered the Scarecrow, calmly. Then, casting a sharp look atthe girl, he asked:

"Are you quite certain you understand the languages of both the Gillikinsand the Munchkins?"

"Quite certain, your Majesty," said Jellia Jamb, trying hard not to laugh inthe face of royalty.

"Then how is it that I seem to understand them myself?" inquired theScarecrow.

"Because they are one and the same!" declared the girl, now laughingmerrily. "Does not your Majesty know that in all the land of Oz but onelanguage is spoken?"

"Is it indeed so?" cried the Scarecrow, much relieved to hear this; "then Imight easily have been my own interpreter!"

"It was all my fault, your Majesty," said Jack, looking rather foolish," Ithought we must surely speak different languages, since we came fromdifferent countries."

"This should be a warning to you never to think," returned the Scarecrow,severely. "For

80unless one can think wisely it is better to remain a dummy -- which you mostcertainly are."

"I am! -- I surely am!" agreed the Pumpkinhead.

"It seems to me," continued the Scarecrow, more mildly, "that yourmanufacturer spoiled some good pies to create an indifferent man."

"I assure your Majesty that I did not ask to be created," answered Jack.

"Ah! It was the same in my case," said the King, pleasantly. And so, as wediffer from all ordinary people, let us become friends."

"With all my heart!" exclaimed Jack.

"What! Have you a heart?" asked the Scarecrow, surprised.

"No; that was only imaginative -- I might say, a figure of speech," said theother.

"Well, your most prominent figure seems to be a figure of wood; so I mustbeg you to restrain an imagination which, having no brains, you have noright to exercise," suggested the Scarecrow, warningly.

"To be sure!" said Jack, without in the least comprehending.

His Majesty then dismissed Jellia Jamb and the Soldier with the GreenWhiskers, and when they were gone he took his new friend by the arm and ledhim into the courtyard to play a game of quoits.

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83 Gen. Jinjur's Army of Revolt

Tip was so anxious to rejoin his man Jack and the Saw-Horse that he walked afull half the distance to the Emerald City without stopping to rest. Then hediscovered that he was hungry and the crackers and cheese he had providedfor the Journey had all been eaten.

While wondering what he should do in this emergency he came upon a girlsitting by the roadside. She wore a costume that struck the boy as beingremarkably brilliant: her silken waist being of emerald green and her skirtof four distinct colors -- blue in front, yellow at the left side, red atthe back and purple at the right side. Fastening

84the waist in front were four buttons -- the top one blue, the next yellow, athird red and the last purple.

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The splendor of this dress was almost barbaric; so Tip was fully justifiedin staring at the gown for some moments before his eyes were attracted bythe

85pretty face above it. Yes, the face was pretty enough, he decided; but itwore an expression of discontent coupled to a shade of defiance or audacity.

While the boy stared the girl looked upon him calmly. A lunch basket stoodbeside her, and she held a dainty sandwich in one hand and a hard-boiled eggin the other, eating with an evident appetite that aroused Tip's sympathy.

He was just about to ask a share of the luncheon when the girl stood up andbrushed the crumbs from her lap.

"There!" said she; "it is time for me to go. Carry that basket for me andhelp yourself to its contents if you are hungry."

Tip seized the basket eagerly and began to eat, following for a time thestrange girl without bothering to ask questions. She walked along before himwith swift strides, and there was about her an air of decision andimportance that led him to suspect she was some great personage.

Finally, when he had satisfied his hunger, he ran up beside her and tried tokeep pace with her swift footsteps -- a very difficult feat, for she wasmuch taller than he, and evidently in a hurry.

"Thank you very much for the sandwiches," said Tip, as he trotted along."May I ask your name?"


"I am General Jinjur," was the brief reply.

"Oh!" said the boy surprised. "What sort of a General?"

"I command the Army of Revolt in this war," answered the General, withunnecessary sharpness.

"Oh!" he again exclaimed. "I didn't know there was a war."

"You were not supposed to know it," she returned, "for we have kept it asecret; and considering that our army is composed entirely of girls," sheadded, with some pride, "it is surely a remarkable thing that our Revolt isnot yet discovered."

"It is, indeed," acknowledged Tip. "But where is your army?"

"About a mile from here," said General Jinjur. "The forces have assembledfrom all parts of the Land of Oz, at my express command. For this is the daywe are to conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow, and wrest from him the throne.The Army of Revolt only awaits my coming to march upon the Emerald City."

"Well!" declared Tip, drawing a long breath, "this is certainly a surprisingthing! May I ask why you wish to conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow?"

"Because the Emerald City has been ruled by men long enough, for onereason," said the girl.

87"Moreover, the City glitters with beautiful gems, which might far better beused for rings, bracelets and necklaces; and there is enough money in theKing's treasury to buy every girl in our Army a dozen new gowns. So weintend to conquer the City and run the government to suit ourselves."

Jinjur spoke these words with an eagerness and decision that proved she wasin earnest.

"But war is a terrible thing," said Tip, thoughtfully.

"This war will be pleasant," replied the girl, cheerfully.

"Many of you will be slain!" continued the boy, in an awed voice.

"Oh, no", said Jinjur. "What man would oppose a girl, or dare to harm her?And there is not an ugly face in my entire Army."

Tip laughed.

"Perhaps you are right," said he. "But the Guardian of the Gate isconsidered a faithful Guardian, and the King's Army will not let the City beconquered without a struggle."

"The Army is old and feeble," replied General Jinjur, scornfully. "Hisstrength has all been used to grow whiskers, and his wife has such a temperthat she has already pulled more than half of them

88out by the roots. When the Wonderful Wizard reigned the Soldier with theGreen Whiskers was a very good Royal Army, for people feared the Wizard. Butno one is afraid of the Scarecrow, so his Royal Army don't count for much intime of war."

After this conversation they proceeded some distance in silence, and beforelong reached a large clearing in the forest where fully four hundred youngwomen were assembled. These were laughing and talking together as gaily asif they had gathered for a picnic instead of a war of conquest.

They were divided into four companies, and Tip noticed that all were dressedin costumes similar to that worn by General Jinjur. The only real differencewas that while those girls from the Munchkin country had the blue strip infront of their skirts, those from the country of the Quadlings had the redstrip in front; and those from the country of the Winkies had the yellowstrip in front, and the Gillikin girls wore the purple strip in front. Allhad green waists, representing the Emerald City they intended to conquer,and the top button on each waist indicated by its color which country thewearer came from. The uniforms were Jaunty and becoming, and quite effectivewhen massed together.

Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons

89whatever; but in this he was wrong. For each girl had stuck through the knotof her back hair two long, glittering knitting-needles.

General Jinjur immediately mounted the stump of a tree and addressed herarmy.

"Friends, fellow-citizens, and girls!" she said; "we are about to begin ourgreat Revolt against the men of Oz! We march to conquer the Emerald City --to dethrone the Scarecrow King -- to acquire thousands of gorgeous gems --to rifle the royal treasury -- and to obtain power over our formeroppressors!"

"Hurrah!" said those who had listened; but Tip thought most of the Army wastoo much engaged in chattering to pay attention to the words of the General.

The command to march was now given, and the girls formed themselves intofour bands, or companies, and set off with eager strides toward the EmeraldCity.

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The boy followed after them, carrying several baskets and wraps and packageswhich various members of the Army of Revolt had placed in his care. It wasnot long before they came to the green granite walls of the City and haltedbefore the gateway.


The Guardian of the Gate at once came out and looked at them curiously, asif a circus had come to town. He carried a bunch of keys swung round hisneck by a golden chain; his hands were thrust carelessly into his pockets,and he seemed to have no idea at all that the City was threatened by rebels.Speaking pleasantly to the girls, he said:

"Good morning, my dears! What can I do for you?"

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"Surrender instantly!" answered General Jinjur, standing before him andfrowning as terribly as her pretty face would allow her to.

"Surrender!" echoed the man, astounded. "Why, it's impossible. It's againstthe law! I never heard of such a thing in my life."


"Still, you must surrender!" exclaimed the General, fiercely. "We arerevolting!"

"You don't look it," said the Guardian, gazing from one to another,admiringly.

"But we are!" cried Jinjur, stamping her foot, impatiently; "and we mean toconquer the Emerald City!"

"Good gracious!" returned the surprised Guardian of the Gates; "what anonsensical idea! Go home to your mothers, my good girls, and milk the cowsand bake the bread. Don't you know it's a dangerous thing to conquer acity?"

"We are not afraid!" responded the General; and she looked so determinedthat it made the Guardian uneasy.

So he rang the bell for the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, and the nextminute was sorry he had done so. For immediately he was surrounded by acrowd of girls who drew the knitting-needles from their hair and beganJabbing them at the Guardian with the sharp points dangerously near his fatcheeks and blinking eyes.

The poor man howled loudly for mercy and made no resistance when Jinjur drewthe bunch of keys from around his neck.

Followed by her Army the General now rushed

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94to the gateway, where she was confronted by the Royal Army of Oz -- whichwas the other name for the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.

"Halt!" he cried, and pointed his long gun full in the face of the leader.

Some of the girls screamed and ran back, but General Jinjur bravely stoodher ground and said, reproachfully:

"Why, how now? Would you shoot a poor, defenceless girl?"

"No," replied the soldier. "for my gun isn't loaded."

"Not loaded?"

"No; for fear of accidents. And I've forgotten where I hid the powder andshot to load it with. But if you'll wait a short time I'll try to hunt themup."

"Don't trouble yourself," said Jinjur, cheerfully. Then she turned to herArmy and cried:

"Girls, the gun isn't loaded!"

"Hooray," shrieked the rebels, delighted at this good news, and theyproceeded to rush upon the Soldier with the Green Whiskers in such a crowdthat it was a wonder they didn't stick the knitting-needles into oneanother.

But the Royal Army of Oz was too much afraid

95of women to meet the onslaught. He simply turned about and ran with all hismight through the gate and toward the royal palace, while General Jinjur andher mob flocked into the unprotected City.

In this way was the Emerald City captured without a drop of blood beingspilled. The Army of Revolt had become an Army of Conquerors!

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97 The Scarecrow Plans an escape

Tip slipped away from the girls and followed swiftly after the Soldier withthe Green Whiskers. The invading army entered the City more slowly, for theystopped to dig emeralds out of the walls and paving-stones with the pointsof their knitting-needles. So the Soldier and the boy reached the palacebefore the news had spread that the City was conquered.

The Scarecrow and Jack Pumpkinhead were still playing at quoits in thecourtyard when the game was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of the RoyalArmy of Oz, who came flying in without his hat or gun, his clothes in saddisarray and his long beard floating a yard behind him as he ran.


"Tally one for me," said the Scarecrow, calmly "What's wrong, my man?" headded, addressing the Soldier.

"Oh! your Majesty -- your Majesty! The City is conquered!" gasped the RoyalArmy, who was all out of breath.

"This is quite sudden," said the Scarecrow. "But please go and bar all thedoors and windows of the palace, while I show this Pumpkinhead how to throwa quoit."

The Soldier hastened to do this, while Tip, who had arrived at his heels,remained in the courtyard to look at the Scarecrow with wondering eyes.

His Majesty continued to throw the quoits as coolly as if no dangerthreatened his throne, but the Pumpkinhead, having caught sight of Tip,ambled toward the boy as fast as his wooden legs would go.

"Good afternoon, noble parent!" he cried, delightedly." I'm glad to see youare here. That terrible Saw-Horse ran away with me."

"I suspected it," said Tip. "Did you get hurt? Are you cracked at all?"

"No, I arrived safely," answered Jack, "and his Majesty has been very kindindeed to me.

At this moment the Soldier with the Green Whiskers returned, and theScarecrow asked:


"By the way, who has conquered me?"

"A regiment of girls, gathered from the four corners of the Land of Oz,"replied the Soldier, still pale with fear.

"But where was my Standing Army at the time?" inquired his Majesty, lookingat the Soldier, gravely.

"Your Standing Army was running," answered the fellow, honestly; "for no mancould face the terrible weapons of the invaders."

"Well," said the Scarecrow, after a moment's thought, "I don't mind much theloss of my throne, for it's a tiresome job to rule over the Emerald City.And this crown is so heavy that it makes my head ache. But I hope theConquerors have no intention of injuring me, just because I happen to be theKing."

"I heard them, say" remarked Tip, with some hesitation, "that they intend tomake a rag carpet of your outside and stuff their sofa-cushions with yourinside."

"Then I am really in danger," declared his Majesty, positively, "and it willbe wise for me to consider a means to escape."

"Where can you go?" asked Jack Pumpkinhead.

"Why, to my friend the Tin Woodman, who

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rules over the Winkies, and calls himself their Emperor," was the answer. "Iam sure he will protect me."

Tip was looking out the window.

"The palace is surrounded by the enemy," said

101he "It is too late to escape. They would soon tear you to pieces."

The Scarecrow sighed.

"In an emergency," he announced, "it is always a good thing to pause andreflect. Please excuse me while I pause and reflect."

"But we also are in danger," said the Pumpkinhead, anxiously." If any ofthese girls understand cooking, my end is not far off!"

"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "they're too busy to cook, even if theyknow how!"

"But should I remain here a prisoner for any length of time," protestedJack," I'm liable to spoil."

"Ah! then you would not be fit to associate with," returned the Scarecrow."The matter is more serious than I suspected."

"You," said the Pumpkinhead, gloomily, "are liable to live for many years.My life is necessarily short. So I must take advantage of the few days thatremain to me."

"There, there! Don't worry," answered the Scarecrow soothingly; "if you'llkeep quiet long enough for me to think, I'll try to find some way for us allto escape."

So the others waited in patient silence while the Scarecrow walked to acorner and stood with his

102face to the wall for a good five minutes. At the end of that time he facedthem with a more cheerful expression upon his painted face.

"Where is the Saw-Horse you rode here?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.

"Why, I said he was a jewel, and so your man locked him up in the royaltreasury," said Jack.

"It was the only place I could think of your Majesty," added the Soldier,fearing he had made a blunder.

"It pleases me very much," said the Scarecrow. "Has the animal been fed?"

"Oh, yes; I gave him a heaping peck of sawdust."

"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "Bring the horse here at once."

The Soldier hastened away, and presently they heard the clattering of thehorse's wooden legs upon the pavement as he was led into the courtyard.

His Majesty regarded the steed critically. "He doesn't seem especiallygraceful!" he remarked, musingly. "but I suppose he can run?"

"He can, indeed," said Tip, gazing upon the Saw-Horse admiringly.

"Then, bearing us upon his back, he must make a dash through the ranks ofthe rebels and carry us to my friend the Tin Woodman," announced theScarecrow.


"He can't carry four!" objected Tip.

"No, but he may be induced to carry three," said his Majesty. "I shalltherefore leave my Royal Army Behind. For, from the ease with which he wasconquered, I have little confidence in his powers."

"Still, he can run," declared Tip, laughing.

"I expected this blow" said the Soldier, sulkily; "but I can bear it. Ishall disguise myself by cutting off my lovely green whiskers. And, afterall, it is no more dangerous to face those reckless girls than to ride thisfiery, untamed wooden horse!"

"Perhaps you are right," observed his Majesty. "But, for my part, not beinga soldier, I am fond of danger. Now, my boy, you must mount first. Andplease sit as close to the horse's neck as possible."

Tip climbed quickly to his place, and the Soldier and the Scarecrow managedto hoist the Pumpkinhead to a seat just behind him. There remained so littlespace for the King that he was liable to fall off as soon as the horsestarted.

"Fetch a clothesline," said the King to his Army, "and tie us all together.Then if one falls off we will all fall off."

And while the Soldier was gone for the clothesline his Majesty continued,"it is well for me to be careful, for my very existence is in danger."


"I have to be as careful as you do," said Jack.

"Not exactly," replied the Scarecrow. "for if anything happened to me, thatwould be the end of me. But if anything happened to you, they could use youfor seed."

The Soldier now returned with a long line and tied all three firmlytogether, also lashing them to the body of the Saw-Horse; so there seemedlittle danger of their tumbling off.

"Now throw open the gates," commanded the Scarecrow, "and we will make adash to liberty or to death."

The courtyard in which they were standing was located in the center of thegreat palace, which surrounded it on all sides. But in one place a passageled to an outer gateway, which the Soldier had barred by order of hissovereign. It was through this gateway his Majesty proposed to escape, andthe Royal Army now led the Saw-Horse along the passage and unbarred thegate, which swung backward with a loud crash.

"Now," said Tip to the horse, "you must save us all. Run as fast as you canfor the gate of the City, and don't let anything stop you."

"All right!" answered the Saw-Horse, gruffly, and dashed away so suddenlythat Tip had to gasp

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106for breath and hold firmly to the post he had driven into the creature'sneck.

Several of the girls, who stood outside guarding the palace, were knockedover by the Saw-Horse's mad rush. Others ran screaming out of the way, andonly one or two jabbed their knitting-needles frantically at the escapingprisoners. Tip got one small prick in his left arm, which smarted for anhour afterward; but the needles had no effect upon the Scarecrow or JackPumpkinhead, who never even suspected they were being prodded.

As for the Saw-Horse, he made a wonderful record upsetting a fruit cart,overturning several meek looking men, and finally bowling over the newGuardian of the Gate -- a fussy little fat woman appointed by GeneralJinjur.

Nor did the impetuous charger stop then. Once outside the walls of theEmerald City he dashed along the road to the West with fast and violentleaps that shook the breath out of the boy and filled the Scarecrow withwonder.

Jack had ridden at this mad rate once before, so he devoted every effort toholding, with both hands, his pumpkin head upon its stick, enduring meantimethe dreadful jolting with the courage of a philosopher.

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"Slow him up! Slow him up!" shouted the Scarecrow. "My straw is all shakingdown into my legs."

But Tip had no breath to speak, so the Saw-Horse continued his wild careerunchecked and with unabated speed.

Presently they came to the banks of a wide river, and without a pause thewooden steed gave one final leap and launched them all in mid-air.

A second later they were rolling, splashing and bobbing about in the water,the horse struggling frantically to find a rest for its feet and its ridersbeing first plunged beneath the rapid current and then floating upon thesurface like corks.

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Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of his body. But hemanaged to lean forward and shout in the ear of the Saw-Horse:

"Keep still, you fool! Keep still!"

The horse at once ceased struggling and floated calmly upon the surface, itswooden body being as buoyant as a raft.

"What does that word 'fool' mean?" enquired the horse.

"It is a term of reproach," answered Tip, somewhat ashamed of theexpression. "I only use it when I am angry."

"Then it pleases me to be able to call you a fool, in return," said thehorse. "For I did not make

110the river, nor put it in our way; so only a term of, reproach is fit for onewho becomes angry with me for falling into the water."

"That is quite evident," replied Tip; "so I will acknowledge myself in thewrong." Then he called out to the Pumpkinhead: "are you all right, Jack?"

There was no reply. So the boy called to the King "are you all right, yourmajesty?"

The Scarecrow groaned.

"I'm all wrong, somehow," he said, in a weak voice. "How very wet this wateris!"

Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that he could not turn his head to lookat his companions; so he said to the Saw-Horse:

"Paddle with your legs toward the shore."

The horse obeyed, and although their progress was slow they finally reachedthe opposite river bank at a place where it was low enough to enable thecreature to scramble upon dry land.

With some difficulty the boy managed to get his knife out of his pocket andcut the cords that bound the riders to one another and to the wooden horse.He heard the Scarecrow fall to the ground with a mushy sound, and then hehimself quickly dismounted and looked at his friend Jack.

The wooden body, with its gorgeous clothing,

111still sat upright upon the horse's back; but the pumpkin head was gone, andonly the sharpened stick that served for a neck was visible. As for theScarecrow, the straw in his body had shaken down with the jolting and packeditself into his legs and the lower part of his body -- which appeared veryplump and round while his upper half seemed like an empty sack. Upon hishead the Scarecrow still wore the heavy crown, which had been sewed on toprevent his losing it; but the head was now so damp and limp that the weightof the gold and jewels sagged forward and crushed the painted face into amass of wrinkles that made him look exactly like a Japanese pug dog.

Tip would have laughed -- had he not been so anxious about his man Jack. Butthe Scarecrow, however damaged, was all there, while the pumpkin head thatwas so necessary to Jack's existence was missing; so the boy seized a longpole that fortunately lay near at hand and anxiously turned again toward theriver.

Far out upon the waters he sighted the golden hue of the pumpkin, whichgently bobbed up and down with the motion of the waves. At that moment itwas quite out of Tip's reach, but after a time it floated nearer and stillnearer until the boy

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113was able to reach it with his pole and draw it to the shore. Then he broughtit to the top of the bank, carefully wiped the water from its pumpkin facewith his handkerchief, and ran with it to Jack and replaced the head uponthe man's neck.

"Dear me!" were Jack's first words. "What a dreadful experience! I wonder ifwater is liable to spoil pumpkins?"

Tip did not think a reply was necessary, for he knew that the Scarecrow alsostood in need of his help. So he carefully removed the straw from the King'sbody and legs, and spread it out in the sun to dry. The wet clothing he hungover the body of the Saw-Horse.

"If water spoils pumpkins," observed Jack, with a deep sigh, "then my daysare numbered."

"I've never noticed that water spoils pumpkins," returned Tip; "unless thewater happens to be boiling. If your head isn't cracked, my friend, you mustbe in fairly good condition."

"Oh, my head isn't cracked in the least," declared Jack, more cheerfully.

"Then don't worry," retorted the boy. "Care once killed a cat."

"Then," said Jack, seriously, "I am very glad indeed that I am not a cat."


The sun was fast drying their clothing, and Tip stirred up his Majesty'sstraw so that the warm rays might absorb the moisture and make it as crispand dry as ever. When this had been accomplished he stuffed the Scarecrowinto symmetrical shape and smoothed out his face so that he wore his usualgay and charming expression.

"Thank you very much," said the monarch, brightly, as he walked about andfound himself to be well balanced. "There are several distinct advantages inbeing a Scarecrow. For if one has friends near at hand to repair damages,nothing very serious can happen to you."

"I wonder if hot sunshine is liable to crack pumpkins," said Jack, with ananxious ring in his voice.

"Not at all -- not at all!" replied the Scarecrow, gaily." All you needfear, my boy, is old age. When your golden youth has decayed we shallquickly part company -- but you needn't look forward to it; we'll discoverthe fact ourselves, and notify you. But come! Let us resume our journey. Iam anxious to greet my friend the Tin Woodman."

So they remounted the Saw-Horse, Tip holding to the post, the Pumpkinheadclinging to Tip, and the Scarecrow with both arms around the wooden form ofJack.

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"Go slowly, for now there is no danger of pursuit," said Tip to his steed.

"All right!" responded the creature, in a voice rather gruff.

"Aren't you a little hoarse?" asked the Pumpkinhead politely.

The Saw-Horse gave an angry prance and rolled one knotty eye backward towardTip.

"See here," he growled, "can't you protect me from insult?"

"To be sure!" answered Tip, soothingly. "I am sure Jack meant no harm. Andit will not do for us to quarrel, you know; we must all remain goodfriends."

"I'll have nothing more to do with that Pumpkinhead," declared the Saw-Horse, viciously. "he loses his head too easily to suit me."

There seemed no fitting reply to this speech, so for a time they rode alongin silence.

After a while the Scarecrow remarked:

"This reminds me of old times. It was upon this grassy knoll that I oncesaved Dorothy from the Stinging Bees of the Wicked Witch of the West."

"Do Stinging Bees injure pumpkins?" asked Jack, glancing around fearfully.

"They are all dead, so it doesn't matter," replied

117the Scarecrow." And here is where Nick Chopper destroyed the Wicked Witch'sGrey Wolves."

"Who was Nick Chopper?" asked Tip.

"That is the name of my friend the Tin Woodman, answered his Majesty. Andhere is where the Winged Monkeys captured and bound us, and flew away withlittle Dorothy," he continued, after they had traveled a little way farther.

"Do Winged Monkeys ever eat pumpkins?" asked Jack, with a shiver of fear.

"I do not know; but you have little cause to, worry, for the Winged Monkeysare now the slaves of Glinda the Good, who owns the Golden Cap that commandstheir services," said the Scarecrow, reflectively.

Then the stuffed monarch became lost in thought recalling the days of pastadventures. And the Saw-Horse rocked and rolled over the flower-strewnfields and carried its riders swiftly upon their way.

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Twilight fell, bye and bye, and then the dark shadows of night. So Tipstopped the horse and they all proceeded to dismount.

"I'm tired out," said the boy, yawning wearily; "and the grass is soft andcool. Let us lie down here and sleep until morning."


"I can't sleep," said Jack.

"I never do," said the Scarecrow.

"I do not even know what sleep is," said the Saw-Horse.

"Still, we must have consideration for this poor boy, who is made of fleshand blood and bone, and gets tired," suggested the Scarecrow, in his usualthoughtful manner. "I remember it was the same way with little Dorothy. Wealways had to sit through the night while she slept."

"I'm sorry," said Tip, meekly, "but I can't help it. And I'm dreadfullyhungry, too!"

"Here is a new danger!" remarked Jack, gloomily. "I hope you are not fond ofeating pumpkins."

"Not unless they're stewed and made into pies," answered the boy, laughing."So have no fears of me, friend Jack."

"What a coward that Pumpkinhead is!" said the Saw-Horse, scornfully.

"You might be a coward yourself, if you knew you were liable to spoil!"retorted Jack, angrily.

"There! -- there!" interrupted the Scarecrow; "don't let us quarrel. We allhave our weaknesses, dear friends; so we must strive to be considerate ofone another. And since this poor boy is hungry and has nothing whatever toeat, let us all remain

119quiet and allow him to sleep; for it is said that in sleep a mortal mayforget even hunger."

"Thank you!" exclaimed Tip, gratefully. "Your Majesty is fully as good asyou are wise -- and that is saying a good deal!"

He then stretched himself upon the grass and, using the stuffed form of theScarecrow for a pillow, was presently fast asleep.

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121 A Nickel-Plated Emperor

Tip awoke soon after dawn, but the Scarecrow had already risen and plucked,with his clumsy fingers, a double-handful of ripe berries from some bushesnear by. These the boy ate greedily, finding them an ample breakfast, andafterward the little party resumed its Journey.

After an hour's ride they reached the summit of a hill from whence theyespied the City of the Winkies and noted the tall domes of the Emperor'spalace rising from the clusters of more modest dwellings.

The Scarecrow became greatly animated at this sight, and exclaimed:

"How delighted I shall be to see my old friend the Tin Woodman again! I hopethat he rules his people more successfully than I have ruled mine!"

Is the Tin Woodman the Emperor of the Winkies?" asked the horse.

"Yes, indeed. They invited him to rule over

122them soon after the Wicked Witch was destroyed; and as Nick Chopper has thebest heart in all the world I am sure he has proved an excellent and ableemperor."

"I thought that 'Emperor' was the title of a person who rules an empire,"said Tip, "and the Country of the Winkies is only a Kingdom."

"Don't mention that to the Tin Woodman!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, earnestly."You would hurt his feelings terribly. He is a proud man, as he has everyreason to be, and it pleases him to be termed Emperor rather than King."

"I'm sure it makes no difference to me," replied the boy.

The Saw-Horse now ambled forward at a pace so fast that its riders had hardwork to stick upon its back; so there was little further conversation untilthey drew up beside the palace steps.

An aged Winkie, dressed in a uniform of silver cloth, came forward to assistthem to alight. Said the Scarecrow to his personage:

"Show us at once to your master, the Emperor."

The man looked from one to another of the party in an embarrassed way, andfinally answered:

"I fear I must ask you to wait for a time. The Emperor is not receiving thismorning."


"How is that?" enquired the Scarecrow, anxiously." I hope nothing hashappened to him."

"Oh, no; nothing serious," returned the man. "But this is his Majesty's dayfor being polished; and just now his august presence is thickly smeared withputz-pomade."

"Oh, I see!" cried the Scarecrow, greatly reassured. "My friend was everinclined to be a dandy, and I suppose he is now more proud than ever of hispersonal appearance."

"He is, indeed," said the man, with a polite bow. "Our mighty Emperor haslately caused himself to be nickel-plated."

"Good Gracious!" the Scarecrow exclaimed at hearing this. "If his wit bearsthe same polish, how sparkling it must be! But show us in -- I'm sure theEmperor will receive us, even in his present state"

"The Emperor's state is always magnificent," said the man. "But I willventure to tell him of your arrival, and will receive his commandsconcerning you."

So the party followed the servant into a splendid ante-room, and the Saw-Horse ambled awkwardly after them, having no knowledge that a horse might beexpected to remain outside.


The travelers were at first somewhat awed by their surroundings, and eventhe Scarecrow seemed impressed as he examined the rich hangings of silvercloth caught up into knots and fastened with tiny silver axes. Upon ahandsome center-table stood a large silver oil-can, richly engraved withscenes from the past adventures of the Tin Woodman, Dorothy, the CowardlyLion and the Scarecrow: the lines of the engraving being traced upon thesilver in yellow gold. On the walls hung several portraits, that of theScarecrow seeming to be the most prominent and carefully executed, while athe large painting of the famous Wizard of Oz, in act of presenting the TinWoodman with a heart, covered almost one entire end of the room.

While the visitors gazed at these things in silent admiration they suddenlyheard a loud voice in the next room exclaim:

"Well! well! well! What a great surprise!"

And then the door burst open and Nick Chopper rushed into their midst andcaught the Scarecrow in a close and loving embrace that creased him intomany folds and wrinkles.

"My dear old friend! My noble comrade!" cried the Tin Woodman, joyfully."how delighted!," I am to meet you once again.

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And then he released the Scarecrow and held him at arms' length while hesurveyed the beloved, painted features.

But, alas! the face of the Scarecrow and many portions of his body boregreat blotches of putz-pomade; for the Tin Woodman, in his eagerness towelcome his friend, had quite forgotten the condition of his toilet and hadrubbed the thick coating of paste from his own body to that of his comrade.

"Dear me!" said the Scarecrow dolefully. "What a mess I'm in!"

"Never mind, my friend," returned the Tin Woodman," I'll send you to myImperial Laundry, and you'll come out as good as new."

"Won't I be mangled?" asked the Scarecrow.

"No, indeed!" was the reply. "But tell me, how came your Majesty here? andwho are your companions?"

The Scarecrow, with great politeness, introduced Tip and Jack Pumpkinhead,and the latter personage seemed to interest the Tin Woodman greatly.

"You are not very substantial, I must admit," said the Emperor. "but you arecertainly unusual, and therefore worthy to become a member of our selectsociety."

"I thank your Majesty, said Jack, humbly.

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"I hope you are enjoying good health?" continued the Woodman.

"At present, yes;" replied the Pumpkinhead, with a sigh; "but I am inconstant terror of the day when I shall spoil."

"Nonsense!" said the Emperor -- but in a kindly, sympathetic tone. "Do not,I beg of you, dampen today's sun with the showers of tomorrow. For beforeyour head has time to spoil you can have it canned, and in that way it maybe preserved indefinitely."

Tip, during this conversation, was looking at the Woodman with undisguisedamazement, and noticed that the celebrated Emperor of the Winkies wascomposed entirely of pieces of tin, neatly soldered

128and riveted together into the form of a man. He rattled and clanked alittle, as he moved, but in the main he seemed to be most cleverlyconstructed, and his appearance was only marred by the thick coating ofpolishing-paste that covered him from head to foot.

The boy's intent gaze caused the Tin Woodman to remember that he was not inthe most presentable condition, so he begged his friends to excuse him whilehe retired to his private apartment and allowed his servants to polish him.This was accomplished in a short time, and when the emperor returned hisnickel-plated body shone so magnificently that the Scarecrow heartilycongratulated him on his improved appearance.

"That nickel-plate was, I confess, a happy thought," said Nick; "and it wasthe more necessary because I had become somewhat scratched during myadventurous experiences. You will observe this engraved star upon my leftbreast. It not only indicates where my excellent heart lies, but covers veryneatly the patch made by the Wonderful Wizard when he placed that valuedorgan in my breast with his own skillful hands."

"Is your heart, then, a hand-organ?" asked the Pumpkinhead, curiously.


"By no means," responded the emperor, with dignity. "It is, I am convinced,a strictly orthodox heart, although somewhat larger and warmer than mostpeople possess."

Then he turned to the Scarecrow and asked:

"Are your subjects happy and contented, my dear friend?"

"I cannot, say" was the reply. "for the girls of Oz have risen in revolt anddriven me out of the emerald City."

"Great Goodness!" cried the Tin Woodman, "What a calamity! They surely donot complain of your wise and gracious rule?"

"No; but they say it is a poor rule that don't work both ways," answered theScarecrow; "and these females are also of the opinion that men have ruledthe land long enough. So they have captured my city, robbed the treasury ofall its jewels, and are running things to suit themselves."

"Dear me! What an extraordinary idea!" cried the Emperor, who was bothshocked and surprised.

"And I heard some of them say," said Tip, "that they intend to march hereand capture the castle and city of the Tin Woodman."

"Ah! we must not give them time to do that," said the Emperor, quickly; "wewill go at once and

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131recapture the Emerald City and place the Scarecrow again upon his throne."

"I was sure you would help me," remarked the Scarecrow in a pleased voice."How large an army can you assemble?"

"We do not need an army," replied the Woodman. "We four, with the aid of mygleaming axe, are enough to strike terror into the hearts of the rebels."

"We five," corrected the Pumpkinhead.

"Five?" repeated the Tin Woodman.

"Yes; the Saw-Horse is brave and fearless," answered Jack, forgetting hisrecent quarrel with the quadruped.

The Tin Woodman looked around him in a puzzled way, for the Saw-Horse haduntil now remained quietly standing in a corner, where the Emperor had notnoticed him. Tip immediately called the odd-looking creature to them, and itapproached so awkwardly that it nearly upset the beautiful center-table andthe engraved oil-can.

"I begin to think," remarked the Tin Woodman as he looked earnestly at theSaw-Horse, "that wonders will never cease! How came this creature alive?"

"I did it with a magic powder," modestly asserted the boy. "and the Saw-Horse has been very useful to us."


"He enabled us to escape the rebels," added the Scarecrow.

"Then we must surely accept him as a comrade," declared the emperor. "A liveSaw-Horse is a distinct novelty, and should prove an interesting study. Doeshe know anything?"

"Well, I cannot claim any great experience in life," the Saw-Horse answeredfor himself. "but I seem to learn very quickly, and often it occurs to methat I know more than any of those around me."

"Perhaps you do," said the emperor; "for experience does not always meanwisdom. But time is precious Just now, so let us quickly make preparationsto start upon our Journey.

The emperor called his Lord High Chancellor and instructed him how to runthe kingdom during his absence. Meanwhile the Scarecrow was taken apart andthe painted sack that served him for a head was carefully laundered andrestuffed with the brains originally given him by the great Wizard. Hisclothes were also cleaned and pressed by the Imperial tailors, and his crownpolished and again sewed upon his head, for the Tin Woodman insisted heshould not renounce this badge of royalty. The Scarecrow now presented avery respectable appearance, and although in no way addicted to vanity he

133was quite pleased with himself and strutted a trifle as he walked. Whilethis was being done Tip mended the wooden limbs of Jack Pumpkinhead and madethem stronger than before, and the Saw-Horse was also inspected to see if hewas in good working order.

Then bright and early the next morning they set out upon the return Journeyto the emerald City, the Tin Woodman bearing upon his shoulder a gleamingaxe and leading the way, while the Pumpkinhead rode upon the Saw-Horse andTip and the Scarecrow walked upon either side to make sure that he didn'tfall off or become damaged.

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Now, General Jinjur -- who, you will remember, commanded the Army of Revolt-- was rendered very uneasy by the escape of the Scarecrow from the EmeraldCity. She feared, and with good reason, that if his Majesty and the TinWoodman Joined forces, it would mean danger to her and her entire army; forthe people of Oz had not yet forgotten the deeds of these famous heroes, whohad passed successfully through so many startling adventures.

So Jinjur sent post-haste for old Mombi, the witch, and promised her largerewards if she would come to the assistance of the rebel army.

Mombi was furious at the trick Tip had played upon her as well as at hisescape and the theft of the precious Powder of Life; so she needed no urging

136to induce her to travel to the Emerald City to assist Jinjur in defeatingthe Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, who had made Tip one of their friends.

Mombi had no sooner arrived at the royal palace than she discovered, bymeans of her secret magic, that the adventurers were starting upon theirJourney to the Emerald City; so she retired to a small room high up in atower and locked herself in while she practised such arts as she couldcommand to prevent the return of the Scarecrow and his companions.

That was why the Tin Woodman presently stopped and said:

"Something very curious has happened. I ought to know by heart and everystep of this Journey, yet I fear we have already lost our way."

"That is quite impossible!" protested the Scarecrow. "Why do you think, mydear friend, that we have gone astray?"

"Why, here before us is a great field of sunflowers -- and I never saw thisfield before in all my life."

At these words they all looked around, only to find that they were indeedsurrounded by a field of tall stalks, every stalk bearing at its top agigantic sunflower. And not only were these flowers almost

137blinding in their vivid hues of red and gold, but each one whirled aroundupon its stalk like a miniature wind-mill, completely dazzling the vision ofthe beholders and so mystifying them that they knew not which way to turn.

"It's witchcraft!" exclaimed Tip.

While they paused, hesitating and wondering, the Tin Woodman uttered a cryof impatience and advanced with swinging axe to cut down the stalks beforehim. But now the sunflowers suddenly stopped their rapid whirling, and thetravelers plainly saw a girl's face appear in the center of each flower.These lovely faces looked upon the astonished band with mocking smiles, andthen burst into a chorus of merry laughter at the dismay their appearancecaused.

"Stop! stop!" cried Tip, seizing the Woodman's arm; "they're alive! they'regirls!"

At that moment the flowers began whirling again, and the faces faded awayand were lost in the rapid revolutions.

The Tin Woodman dropped his axe and sat down upon the ground.

"It would be heartless to chop down those pretty creatures," said he,despondently. "and yet I do not know how else we can proceed upon our way"

"They looked to me strangely like the faces of

138the Army of Revolt," mused the Scarecrow. "But I cannot conceive how thegirls could have followed us here so quickly."

"I believe it's magic," said Tip, positively, "and that someone is playing atrick upon us. I've known old Mombi do things like that before. Probablyit's nothing more than an illusion, and there are no sunflowers here atall."

"Then let us shut our eyes and walk forward," suggested the Woodman.

"Excuse me," replied the Scarecrow. "My eyes are not painted to shut.Because you happen to have tin eyelids, you must not imagine we are allbuilt in the same way."

"And the eyes of the Saw-Horse are knot eyes," said Jack, leaning forward toexamine them.

"Nevertheless, you must ride quickly forward," commanded Tip, "and we willfollow after you and so try to escape. My eyes are already so dazzled that Ican scarcely see."

So the Pumpkinhead rode boldly forward, and Tip grasped the stub tail of theSaw-Horse and followed with closed eyes. The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodmanbrought up the rear, and before they had gone many yards a Joyful shout fromJack announced that the way was clear before them.


Then all paused to look backward, but not a trace of the field of sunflowersremained.

More cheerfully, now they proceeded upon their Journey; but old Mombi had sochanged the appearance of the landscape that they would surely have beenlost had not the Scarecrow wisely concluded to take their direction from thesun. For no witch-craft could change the course of the sun, and it wastherefore a safe guide.

However, other difficulties lay before them. The Saw-Horse stepped into arabbit hole and fell to the ground. The Pumpkinhead was pitched high intothe air, and his history would probably have ended at that exact moment hadnot the Tin Woodman skillfully caught the pumpkin as it descended and savedit from injury.

Tip soon had it fitted to the neck again and replaced Jack upon his feet.But the Saw-Horse did not escape so easily. For when his leg was pulled fromthe rabbit hole it was found to be broken short off, and must be replaced orrepaired before he could go a step farther.

"This is quite serious," said the Tin Woodman." If there were trees near byI might soon manufacture another leg for this animal; but I cannot see evena shrub for miles around."

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"And there are neither fences nor houses in this part of the land of Oz,"added the Scarecrow, disconsolately.

"Then what shall we do?" enquired the boy.

"I suppose I must start my brains working," replied his Majesty theScarecrow; "for experience has, taught me that I can do anything if I buttake time to think it out."

"Let us all think," said Tip; "and perhaps we shall find a way to repair theSaw-Horse."

So they sat in a row upon the grass and began to think, while the Saw-Horseoccupied itself by gazing curiously upon its broken limb.

"Does it hurt?" asked the Tin Woodman, in a soft, sympathetic voice.

"Not in the least," returned the Saw-Horse; "but my pride is injured to findthat my anatomy is so brittle."

For a time the little group remained in silent thought. Presently the TinWoodman raised his head and looked over the fields.

"What sort of creature is that which approaches us?" he asked, wonderingly.

The others followed his gaze, and discovered coming toward them the mostextraordinary object they had ever beheld. It advanced quickly and

142noiselessly over the soft grass and in a few minutes stood before theadventurers and regarded them with an astonishment equal to their own.

The Scarecrow was calm under all circumstances.

"Good morning!" he said, politely.

The stranger removed his hat with a flourish, bowed very low, and thenresponded:

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"Good morning, one and all. I hope you are, as an aggregation, enjoyingexcellent health. Permit me to present my card."

With this courteous speech it extended a card toward the Scarecrow, whoaccepted it, turned it over and over, and handed it with a shake of his headto Tip.

The boy read aloud:



"Dear me!" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently.

"How very peculiar!" said the Tin Woodman.

Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh andturned away its head.

"Are you really a Woggle-Bug?" enquired the Scarecrow.

"Most certainly, my dear sir!" answered the stranger, briskly. "Is not myname upon the card?"

"It is," said the Scarecrow. "But may I ask what 'H. M.' stands for?"

"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly.

"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. "And are you, intruth, highly magnified?"

"Sir," said the Woggle-Bug, "I take you for a gentleman of judgment anddiscernment. Does it not occur to you that I am several thousand timesgreater than any Woggle-Bug you ever saw before? Therefore it is plainlyevident that I am Highly Magnified, and there is no good reason why youshould doubt the fact."

"Pardon me," returned the Scarecrow. "My brains are slightly mixed since Iwas last laundered. Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the'T.E.' at the end of your name stands for?"


"Those letters express my degree," answered the Woggle-Bug, with acondescending smile. "To be more explicit, the initials mean that I amThoroughly Educated."

"Oh!" said the Scarecrow, much relieved.

Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful personage. What he saw wasa great, round, buglike body supported upon two slender legs which ended indelicate feet -- the toes curling upward. The body of the Woggle-Bug wasrather flat, and judging from what could be seen of it was of a glisteningdark brown color upon the back, while the front was striped with alternatebands of light brown and white, blending together at the edges. Its armswere fully as slender as its legs, and upon a rather long neck was perchedits head -- not unlike the head of a man, except that its nose ended in acurling antenna, or "feeler," and its ears from the upper points boreantennae that decorated the sides of its head like two miniature, curlingpig tails. It must be admitted that the round, black eyes were ratherbulging in appearance; but the expression upon the Woggle-Bug's face was byno means unpleasant.

For dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallowtail coat with a yellow silklining and a flower in the button-hole; a vest of white duck that stretched

145tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastenedat the knees with gilt buckles; and, perched upon its small head, wasjauntily set a tall silk hat.

Standing upright before our amazed friends the Woggle-Bug appeared to befully as tall as the Tin Woodman; and surely no bug in all the Land of Ozhad ever before attained so enormous a size.

"I confess," said the Scarecrow, "that your abrupt appearance has caused mesurprise, and no doubt has startled my companions. I hope, however, thatthis circumstance will not distress you. We shall probably get used to youin time."

"Do not apologize, I beg of you!" returned the Woggle-Bug, earnestly. "Itaffords me great pleasure to surprise people; for surely I cannot be classedwith ordinary insects and am entitled to both curiosity and admiration fromthose I meet."

"You are, indeed," agreed his Majesty.

"If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued thestranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better ableto comprehend my unusual -- may I say remarkable? -- appearance."

"You may say what you please," answered the Tin Woodman, briefly.


So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group ofwanderers, and told them the following story:

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"It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recitalthat I was born an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in a frank andfriendly tone. "Knowing no better, I used my arms as well as my legs forwalking, and crawled under the edges of stones or hid among the roots ofgrasses with no thought beyond finding a few insects smaller than myself tofeed upon.

"The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no clothing,but each morning the warm rays of the sun gave me new life and restored meto activity. A horrible existence is this, but you must remember it is theregular ordained existence of Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tinycreatures that inhabit the earth.

"But Destiny had singled me out, humble though I was, for a grander fate!One day I crawled near

148to a country school house, and my curiosity being excited by the monotonoushum of the students within, I made bold to enter and creep along a crackbetween two boards until I reached the far end, where, in front of a hearthof glowing embers, sat the master at his desk.

"No one noticed so small a creature as a Woggle-Bug, and when I found thatthe hearth was even warmer and more comfortable than the sunshine, Iresolved to establish my future home beside it. So I found a charming nestbetween two bricks and hid myself therein for many, many months.

"Professor Nowitall is, doubtless, the most famous scholar in the land ofOz, and after a few days I began to listen to the lectures and discourses hegave his pupils. Not one of them was more attentive than the humble,unnoticed Woggle-Bug, and I acquired in this way a fund of knowledge that Iwill myself confess is simply marvelous. That is why I place 'T.E.'Thoroughly Educated upon my cards; for my greatest pride lies in the factthat the world cannot produce another Woggle-Bug with a tenth part of my ownculture and erudition."

"I do not blame you," said the Scarecrow. "Education is a thing to be proudof. I'm educated myself. The mess of brains given me by the Great

149Wizard is considered by my friends to be unexcelled."

"Nevertheless," interrupted the Tin Woodman, "a good heart is, I believe,much more desirable than education or brains."

"To me," said the Saw-Horse, "a good leg is more desirable than either."

"Could seeds be considered in the light of brains?" enquired thePumpkinhead, abruptly.

"Keep quiet!" commanded Tip, sternly.

"Very well, dear father," answered the obedient Jack.

The Woggle-Bug listened patiently -- even respectfully -- to these remarks,and then resumed his story.

"I must have lived fully three years in that secluded school-house hearth,"said he, "drinking thirstily of the ever-flowing fount of limpid knowledgebefore me."

"Quite poetical," commented the Scarecrow, nodding his head approvingly.

"But one, day" continued the Bug, "a marvelous circumstance occurred thataltered my very existence and brought me to my present pinnacle ofgreatness. The

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150Professor discovered me in the act of crawling across the hearth, and beforeI could escape he had caught me between his thumb and forefinger.

"'My dear children,' said he, 'I have captured a Woggle-Bug -- a very rareand interesting specimen. Do any of you know what a Woggle-Bug is?'

"'No!' yelled the scholars, in chorus.

"'Then,' said the Professor, 'I will get out my famous magnifying-glass andthrow the insect upon a screen in a highly-magnified condition, that you mayall study carefully its peculiar construction and become acquainted with itshabits and manner of life.'

"He then brought from a cupboard a most curious instrument, and before Icould realize what had happened I found myself thrown upon a screen in ahighly-magnified state -- even as you now behold me.

"The students stood up on their stools and craned their heads forward to geta better view of me, and two little girls jumped upon the sill of an openwindow where they could see more plainly.

"'Behold!' cried the Professor, in a loud voice, 'this highly-magnifiedWoggle-Bug; one of the most curious insects in existence!'

"Being Thoroughly Educated, and knowing what is required of a culturedgentleman, at this juncture I stood upright and, placing my hand upon my

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152bosom, made a very polite bow. My action, being unexpected, must havestartled them, for one of the little girls perched upon the window-sill gavea scream and fell backward out the window, drawing her companion with her asshe disappeared.

"The Professor uttered a cry of horror and rushed away through the door tosee if the poor children were injured by the fall. The scholars followedafter him in a wild mob, and I was left alone in the school-room, still in aHighly-Magnified state and free to do as I pleased.

"It immediately occurred to me that this was a good opportunity to escape. Iwas proud of my great size, and realized that now I could safely travelanywhere in the world, while my superior culture would make me a fitassociate for the most learned person I might chance to meet.

"So, while the Professor picked the little girls -- who were more frightenedthan hurt -- off the ground, and the pupils clustered around him closelygrouped, I calmly walked out of the school-house, turned a corner, andescaped unnoticed to a grove of trees that stood near"

"Wonderful!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, admiringly.

"It was, indeed," agreed the Woggle-Bug. "I

153have never ceased to congratulate myself for escaping while I was HighlyMagnified; for even my excess-

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ive knowledge would have proved of little use to me had I remained a tiny,insignificant insect."

"I didn't know before," said Tip, looking at the

154Woggle-Bug with a puzzled expression, "that insects wore clothes."

"Nor do they, in their natural state," returned the stranger. "But in thecourse of my wanderings I had the good fortune to save the ninth life of atailor -- tailors having, like cats, nine lives, as you probably know. Thefellow was exceedingly grateful, for had he lost that ninth life it wouldhave been the end of him; so he begged permission to furnish me with thestylish costume I now wear. It fits very nicely, does it not?" and theWoggle-Bug stood up and turned himself around slowly, that all might examinehis person.

"He must have been a good tailor," said the Scarecrow, somewhat enviously.

"He was a good-hearted tailor, at any rate," observed Nick Chopper.

"But where were you going, when you met us?" Tip asked the Woggle-Bug.

"Nowhere in particular," was the reply, "although it is my intention soon tovisit the Emerald City and arrange to give a course of lectures to selectaudiences on the 'Advantages of Magnification.'"

"We are bound for the Emerald City now," said the Tin Woodman; "so, if itpleases you to do so, you are welcome to travel in our company."


The Woggle-Bug bowed with profound grace.

"It will give me great pleasure," said he "to accept your kind invitation;for nowhere in the Land of Oz could I hope to meet with so congenial acompany."

"That is true," acknowledged the Pumpkinhead. "We are quite as congenial asflies and honey."

"But -- pardon me if I seem inquisitive -- are you not all rather -- ahem!rather unusual?" asked the Woggle-Bug, looking from one to another withunconcealed interest.

"Not more so than yourself," answered the Scarecrow. "Everything in life isunusual until you get accustomed to it."

"What rare philosophy!" exclaimed the Woggle-Bug, admiringly.

"Yes; my brains are working well today," admitted the Scarecrow, an accentof pride in his voice.

"Then, if you are sufficiently rested and refreshed, let us bend our stepstoward the Emerald City," suggested the magnified one.

"We can't," said Tip. "The Saw-Horse has broken a leg, so he can't bend hissteps. And there is no wood around to make him a new limb from. And we can'tleave the horse behind because the Pumpkinhead is so stiff in his Jointsthat he has to ride."


"How very unfortunate!" cried the Woggle-Bug. Then he looked the party overcarefully and said:

"If the Pumpkinhead is to ride, why not use one of his legs to make a legfor the horse that carries him? I judge that both are made of wood."

"Now, that is what I call real cleverness," said the Scarecrow, approvingly."I wonder my brains did not think of that long ago! Get to work, my dearNick, and fit the Pumpkinhead's leg to the Saw-Horse."

Jack was not especially pleased with this idea; but he submitted to havinghis left leg amputated by the Tin Woodman and whittled down to fit the leftleg of the Saw-Horse. Nor was the Saw-Horse especially pleased with theoperation, either; for he growled a good deal about being "butchered," as hecalled it, and afterward declared that the new leg was a disgrace to arespectable Saw-Horse.

"I beg you to be more careful in your speech," said the Pumpkinhead,sharply. "Remember, if you please, that it is my leg you are abusing."

"I cannot forget it," retorted the Saw-Horse, "for it is quite as flimsy asthe rest of your person."

"Flimsy! me flimsy!" cried Jack, in a rage. "How dare you call me flimsy?"

"Because you are built as absurdly as a jumping-

157jack," sneered the horse, rolling his knotty eyes in a vicious manner. "Evenyour head won't stay straight, and you never can tell whether you arelooking backwards or forwards!"

"Friends, I entreat you not to quarrel!" pleaded the Tin Woodman,anxiously." As a matter of fact, we are none of us above criticism; so letus bear with each others' faults."

"An excellent suggestion," said the Woggle-Bug, approvingly. "You must havean excellent heart, my metallic friend."

"I have," returned Nick, well pleased. "My heart is quite the best part ofme. But now let us start upon our Journey.

They perched the one-legged Pumpkinhead upon the Saw-Horse, and tied him tohis seat with cords, so that he could not possibly fall off.

And then, following the lead of the Scarecrow, they all advanced in thedirection of the Emerald City.

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They soon discovered that the Saw-Horse limped, for his new leg was a trifletoo long. So they were obliged to halt while the Tin Woodman chopped it downwith his axe, after which the wooden steed paced along more comfortably. Butthe Saw-Horse was not entirely satisfied, even yet.

"It was a shame that I broke my other leg!" it growled.

"On the contrary," airily remarked the Woggle-Bug, who was walkingalongside, "you should consider the accident most fortunate. For a horse isnever of much use until he has been broken."

"I beg your pardon," said Tip, rather provoked, for he felt a warm interestin both the Saw-Horse and his man Jack; "but permit me to say that your jokeis a poor one, and as old as it is poor."


"Still, it is a Joke," declared the Woggle-Bug; firmly, "and a Joke derivedfrom a play upon words is considered among educated people to be eminentlyproper."

"What does that mean?" enquired the Pumpkinhead, stupidly.

"It means, my dear friend," explained the Woggle-Bug, "that our languagecontains many words having a double meaning; and that to pronounce a jokethat allows both meanings of a certain word, proves the joker a person ofculture and refinement, who has, moreover, a thorough command of thelanguage."

"I don't believe that," said Tip, plainly; "anybody can make a pun."

"Not so," rejoined the Woggle-Bug, stiffly. "It requires education of a highorder. Are you educated, young sir?"

"Not especially," admitted Tip.

"Then you cannot judge the matter. I myself am Thoroughly Educated, and Isay that puns display genius. For instance, were I to ride upon this Saw-Horse, he would not only be an animal he would become an equipage. For hewould then be a horse-and-buggy."

At this the Scarecrow gave a gasp and the Tin

161Woodman stopped short and looked reproachfully at the Woggle-Bug. At thesame time the Saw-Horse loudly snorted his derision; and even thePumpkinhead put up his hand to hide the smile which, because it was carvedupon his face, he could not change to a frown.

But the Woggle-Bug strutted along as if he had made some brilliant remark,and the Scarecrow was obliged to say:

"I have heard, my dear friend, that a person can become over-educated; andalthough I have a high respect for brains, no matter how they may bearranged or classified, I begin to suspect that yours are slightly tangled.In any event, I must beg you to restrain your superior education while inour society."

"We are not very particular," added the Tin Woodman; "and we are exceedinglykind hearted. But if your superior culture gets leaky again -- " He did notcomplete the sentence, but he twirled his gleaming axe so carelessly thatthe Woggle-Bug looked frightened, and shrank away to a safe distance.

The others marched on in silence, and the Highly Magnified one, after aperiod of deep thought, said in an humble voice:

"I will endeavor to restrain myself."


"That is all we can expect," returned the Scarecrow pleasantly; and goodnature being thus happily restored to the party, they proceeded upon theirway.

When they again stopped to allow Tip to rest -- the boy being the only onethat seemed to tire -- the Tin Woodman noticed many small, round holes inthe grassy meadow.

"This must be a village of the Field Mice," he said to the Scarecrow." Iwonder if my old friend, the Queen of the Mice, is in this neighborhood."

"If she is, she may be of great service to us," answered the Scarecrow, whowas impressed by a sudden thought. "See if you can call her, my dear Nick."

So the Tin Woodman blew a shrill note upon a silver whistle that hung aroundhis neck, and presently a tiny grey mouse popped from a near-by hole andadvanced fearlessly toward them. For the Tin Woodman had once saved herlife, and the Queen of the Field Mice knew he was to be trusted."

"Good day, your Majesty, said Nick, politely addressing the mouse; "I trustyou are enjoying good health?"

"Thank you, I am quite well," answered the Queen, demurely, as she sat upand displayed the tiny golden crown upon her head. "Can I do anything toassist my old friends?"


"You can, indeed," replied the Scarecrow, eagerly. "Let me, I intreat you,take a dozen of your subjects with me to the Emerald City."

"Will they be injured in any way?" asked the Queen, doubtfully.

"I think not," replied the Scarecrow. "I will carry them hidden in the strawwhich stuffs my body, and when I give them the signal by unbuttoning myjacket, they have only to rush out and scamper home again as fast as theycan. By doing this they will assist me to regain my throne, which the Armyof Revolt has taken from me."

"In that case," said the Queen, "I will not refuse your request. Wheneveryou are ready, I will call twelve of my most intelligent subjects."

"I am ready now" returned the Scarecrow. Then he lay flat upon the groundand unbuttoned his jacket, displaying the mass of straw with which he wasstuffed.

The Queen uttered a little piping call, and in an instant a dozen prettyfield mice had emerged from their holes and stood before their ruler,awaiting her orders.

What the Queen said to them none of our travelers could understand, for itwas in the mouse language; but the field mice obeyed without hesitation,

164running one after the other to the Scarecrow and hiding themselves in thestraw of his breast.

When all of the twelve mice had thus concealed themselves, the Scarecrowbuttoned his Jacket securely and then arose and thanked the Queen for herkindness.

"One thing more you might do to serve us," suggested the Tin Woodman; "andthat is to run ahead and show us the way to the Emerald City. For some enemyis evidently trying to prevent us from reaching it."

"I will do that gladly," returned the Queen. "Are you ready?"

The Tin Woodman looked at Tip.

"I'm rested," said the boy. "Let us start."

Then they resumed their journey, the little grey Queen of the Field Micerunning swiftly ahead and then pausing until the travelers drew near, whenaway she would dart again.

Without this unerring guide the Scarecrow and his comrades might never havegained the Emerald City; for many were the obstacles thrown in their way bythe arts of old Mombi. Yet not one of the obstacles really existed -- allwere cleverly contrived deceptions. For when they came to the banks of arushing river that threatened to bar their way the

165little Queen kept steadily on, passing through the seeming flood in safety;and our travelers followed her without encountering a single drop of water.

Again, a high wall of granite towered high above their heads and opposedtheir advance. But the grey Field Mouse walked straight through it, and theothers did the same, the wall melting into mist as they passed it.

Afterward, when they had stopped for a moment to allow Tip to rest, they sawforty roads branching off from their feet in forty different directions; andsoon these forty roads began whirling around like a mighty wheel, first inone direction and then in the other, completely bewildering their vision.

But the Queen called for them to follow her and darted off in a straightline; and when they had gone a few paces the whirling pathways vanished andwere seen no more.

Mombi's last trick was the most fearful of all. She sent a sheet ofcrackling flame rushing over the meadow to consume them; and for the firsttime the Scarecrow became afraid and turned to fly.

"If that fire reaches me I will be gone in no time!" said he, tremblinguntil his straw rattled. "It's the most dangerous thing I ever encountered."

"I'm off, too!" cried the Saw-Horse, turning and

166prancing with agitation; "for my wood is so dry it would burn likekindlings."

"Is fire dangerous to pumpkins?" asked Jack, fearfully.

"You'll be baked like a tart -- and so will I!"

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answered the Woggle-Bug, getting down on all fours so he could run thefaster.

But the Tin Woodman, having no fear of fire, averted the stampede by a fewsensible words.

"Look at the Field Mouse!" he shouted. "The fire does not burn her in theleast. In fact, it is no fire at all, but only a deception."


Indeed, to watch the little Queen march calmly through the advancing flamesrestored courage to every member of the party, and they followed her withoutbeing even scorched.

"This is surely a most extraordinary adventure," said the Woggle-Bug, whowas greatly amazed; "for it upsets all the Natural Laws that I heardProfessor Nowitall teach in the school-house."

"Of course it does," said the Scarecrow, wisely. "All magic is unnatural,and for that reason is to be feared and avoided. But I see before us thegates of the Emerald City, so I imagine we have now overcome all the magicalobstacles that seemed to oppose us."

Indeed, the walls of the City were plainly visible, and the Queen of theField Mice, who had guided them so faithfully, came near to bid them good-bye.

"We are very grateful to your Majesty for your kind assistance," said theTin Woodman, bowing before the pretty creature.

"I am always pleased to be of service to my friends," answered the Queen,and in a flash she had darted away upon her journey home.

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169 The Prisoners of the Queen

Approaching the gateway of the Emerald City the travelers found it guardedby two girls of the Army of Revolt, who opposed their entrance by drawingthe knitting-needles from their hair and threatening to prod the first thatcame near.

But the Tin Woodman was not afraid."

At the worst they can but scratch my beautiful nickel-plate," he said. "Butthere will be no 'worst,' for I think I can manage to frighten these absurdsoldiers very easily. Follow me closely, all of you!"

Then, swinging his axe in a great circle to right and left before him, headvanced upon the gate, and the others followed him without hesitation.

The girls, who had expected no resistance whatever, were terrified by thesweep of the glittering axe and fled screaming into the city; so that our

170travelers passed the gates in safety and marched down the green marblepavement of the wide street toward the royal palace.

"At this rate we will soon have your Majesty upon the throne again," saidthe Tin Woodman, laughing at his easy conquest of the guards.

"Thank you, friend Nick," returned the Scarecrow, gratefully. "Nothing canresist your kind heart and your sharp axe."

As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that menwere sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat around ingroups, gossiping and laughing.

"What has happened?" the Scarecrow asked a sad-looking man with a bushybeard, who wore an apron and was wheeling a baby-carriage along thesidewalk.

"Why, we've had a revolution, your Majesty as you ought to know very well,"replied the man; "and since you went away the women have been running thingsto suit themselves. I'm glad you have decided to come back and restoreorder, for doing housework and minding the children is wearing out thestrength of every man in the Emerald City."

"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "If it

171is such hard work as you say, how did the women manage it so easily?"

"I really do not know" replied the man, with a deep sigh. "Perhaps the womenare made of castiron."

No movement was made, as they passed along the street, to oppose theirprogress. Several of the women stopped their gossip long enough to castcurious looks upon our friends, but immediately they would turn away with alaugh or a sneer and resume their chatter. And when they met with severalgirls belonging to the Army of Revolt, those soldiers, instead of beingalarmed or appearing surprised, merely stepped out of the way and allowedthem to advance without protest.

This action rendered the Scarecrow uneasy."

I'm afraid we are walking into a trap," said he.

"Nonsense!" returned Nick Chopper, confidently; "the silly creatures areconquered already!"

But the Scarecrow shook his head in a way that expressed doubt, and Tipsaid:

"It's too easy, altogether. Look out for trouble ahead."

"I will," returned his Majesty. Unopposed they reached the royal palace andmarched up the marble steps, which had once been

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173thickly crusted with emeralds but were now filled with tiny holes where thejewels had been ruthlessly torn from their settings by the Army of Revolt.And so far not a rebel barred their way.

Through the arched hallways and into the magnificent throne room marched theTin Woodman and his followers, and here, when the green silken curtains fellbehind them, they saw a curious sight.

Seated within the glittering throne was General Jinjur, with the Scarecrow'ssecond-best crown upon her head, and the royal sceptre in her right hand. Abox of caramels, from which she was eating, rested in her lap, and the girlseemed entirely at ease in her royal surroundings.

The Scarecrow stepped forward and confronted her, while the Tin Woodmanleaned upon his axe and the others formed a half-circle back of hisMajesty's person.

"How dare you sit in my throne?" demanded the Scarecrow, sternly eyeing theintruder. "Don't you know you are guilty of treason, and that there is a lawagainst treason?"

"The throne belongs to whoever is able to take it," answered Jinjur, as sheslowly ate another caramel. "I have taken it, as you see; so just now I amthe Queen, and all who oppose me are guilty of

174treason, and must be punished by the law you have just mentioned."

This view of the case puzzled the Scarecrow.

"How is it, friend Nick?" he asked, turning to the Tin Woodman.

"Why, when it comes to Law, I have nothing to, say" answered that personage."for laws were never meant to be understood, and it is foolish to make theattempt."

"Then what shall we do?" asked the Scarecrow, in dismay.

"Why don't you marry the Queen? And then you can both rule," suggested theWoggle-Bug.

Jinjur glared at the insect fiercely. "Why don't you send her back to hermother, where she belongs?" asked Jack Pumpkinhead.

Jinjur frowned.

"Why don't you shut her up in a closet until she behaves herself, andpromises to be good?" enquired Tip. Jinjur's lip curled scornfully.

"Or give her a good shaking!" added the Saw-Horse.

"No," said the Tin Woodman, "we must treat the poor girl with gentleness.Let us give her all the Jewels she can carry, and send her away happy andcontented."


At this Queen Jinjur laughed aloud, and the next minute clapped her prettyhands together thrice, as if for a signal.

"You are very absurd creatures," said she; "but I am tired of your nonsenseand have no time to bother with you longer."

While the monarch and his friends listened in amazement to this impudentspeech, a startling thing happened. The Tin Woodman's axe was snatched fromhis grasp by some person behind him, and he found himself disarmed andhelpless. At the same instant a shout of laughter rang in the ears of thedevoted band, and turning to see whence this came they found themselvessurrounded by the Army of Revolt, the girls bearing in either hand theirglistening knitting-needles. The entire throne room seemed to be filled withthe rebels, and the Scarecrow and his comrades realized that they wereprisoners.

"You see how foolish it is to oppose a woman's wit," said Jinjur, gaily;"and this event only proves that I am more fit to rule the Emerald City thana Scarecrow. I bear you no ill will, I assure you; but lest you should provetroublesome to me in the future I shall order you all to be destroyed. Thatis, all except the boy, who belongs to old Mombi and must be restored to herkeeping. The rest of

176you are not human, and therefore it will not be wicked to demolish you. TheSaw-Horse and the Pumpkinhead's body I will have chopped up for kindling-wood; and the pumpkin shall be made into tarts. The Scarecrow will do nicelyto start a bonfire, and the tin man can be cut into small pieces and fed tothe goats. As for this immense Woggle-Bug -- "

"Highly Magnified, if you please!" interrupted the insect.

"I think I will ask the cook to make green-turtle soup of you," continuedthe Queen, reflectively.

The Woggle-Bug shuddered.

"Or, if that won't do, we might use you for a Hungarian goulash, stewed andhighly spiced," she added, cruelly.

This programme of extermination was so terrible that the prisoners lookedupon one another in a panic of fear. The Scarecrow alone did not give way todespair. He stood quietly before the Queen and his brow was wrinkled in deepthought as he strove to find some means to escape.

While thus engaged he felt the straw within his breast move gently. At oncehis expression changed from sadness to joy, and raising his hand he quicklyunbuttoned the front of his jacket.

This action did not pass unnoticed by the crowd

177of girls clustering about him, but none of them suspected what he was doinguntil a tiny grey mouse leaped from his bosom to the floor and scampered

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away between the feet of the Army of Revolt. Another mouse quickly followed;then another and another, in rapid succession. And suddenly such a

178scream of terror went up from the Army that it might easily have filled thestoutest heart with consternation. The flight that ensued turned to astampede, and the stampede to a panic.

For while the startled mice rushed wildly about the room the Scarecrow hadonly time to note a whirl of skirts and a twinkling of feet as the girlsdisappeared from the palace -- pushing and crowding one another in their madefforts to escape.

The Queen, at the first alarm, stood up on the cushions of the throne andbegan to dance frantically upon her tiptoes. Then a mouse ran up thecushions, and with a terrified leap poor Jinjur shot clear over the head ofthe Scarecrow and escaped through an archway -- never pausing in her wildcareer until she had reached the city gates.

So, in less time than I can explain, the throne room was deserted by allsave the Scarecrow and his friends, and the Woggle-Bug heaved a deep sigh ofrelief as he exclaimed:

"Thank goodness, we are saved!"

"For a time, yes;" answered the Tin Woodman. "But the enemy will soonreturn, I fear."

"Let us bar all the entrances to the palace!" said the Scarecrow. "Then weshall have time to think what is best to be done."


So all except Jack Pumpkinhead, who was still tied fast to the Saw-Horse,ran to the various entrances of the royal palace and closed the heavy doors,bolting and locking them securely. Then, knowing that the Army of Revoltcould not batter down the barriers in several days, the adventurers gatheredonce more in the throne room for a council of war.

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181 The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think

"It seems to me," began the Scarecrow, when all were again assembled in thethrone room, "that the girl Jinjur is quite right in claiming to be Queen.And if she is right, then I am wrong, and we have no business to beoccupying her palace."

"But you were the King until she came," said the Woggle-Bug, strutting upand down with his hands in his pockets; "so it appears to me that she is theinterloper instead of you."

"Especially as we have just conquered her and put her to flight," added thePumpkinhead, as he raised his hands to turn his face toward the Scarecrow.

"Have we really conquered her?" asked the Scarecrow, quietly. "Look out ofthe window, and tell me what you see."


Tip ran to the window and looked out.

"The palace is surrounded by a double row of girl soldiers," he announced.

"I thought so," returned the Scarecrow. "We are as truly their prisoners aswe were before the mice frightened them from the palace."

"My friend is right," said Nick Chopper, who had been polishing his breastwith a bit of chamois-leather. "Jinjur is still the Queen, and we are herprisoners."

"But I hope she cannot get at us," exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, with a shiverof fear. "She threatened to make tarts of me, you know."

"Don't worry," said the Tin Woodman. "It cannot matter greatly. If you stayshut up here you will spoil in time, anyway. A good tart is far moreadmirable than a decayed intellect."

"Very true," agreed the Scarecrow.

"Oh, dear!" moaned Jack; "what an unhappy lot is mine! Why, dear father, didyou not make me out of tin -- or even out of straw -- so that I would keepindefinitely."

"Shucks!" returned Tip, indignantly. "You ought to be glad that I made youat all." Then he added, reflectively, "everything has to come to an end,some time."


"But I beg to remind you," broke in the Woggle-Bug, who had a distressedlook in his bulging, round eyes, "that this terrible Queen Jinjur suggestedmaking a goulash of me -- Me! the only Highly Magnified and ThoroughlyEducated Woggle-Bug in the wide, wide world!"

"I think it was a brilliant idea," remarked the Scarecrow, approvingly.

"Don't you imagine he would make a better soup?" asked the Tin Woodman,turning toward his friend.

"Well, perhaps," acknowledged the Scarecrow.

The Woggle-Bug groaned.

"I can see, in my mind's eye," said he, mournfully, "the goats eating smallpieces of my dear comrade, the Tin Woodman, while my soup is being cooked ona bonfire built of the Saw-Horse and Jack Pumpkinhead's body, and QueenJinjur watches me boil while she feeds the flames with my friend theScarecrow!"

This morbid picture cast a gloom over the entire party, making them restlessand anxious.

"It can't happen for some time," said the Tin Woodman, trying to speakcheerfully; "for we shall be able to keep Jinjur out of the palace until shemanages to break down the doors."


"And in the meantime I am liable to starve to death, and so is the Woggle-Bug," announced Tip.

"As for me," said the Woggle-Bug, "I think that I could live for some timeon Jack Pumpkinhead. Not that I prefer pumpkins for food; but I believe theyare somewhat nutritious, and Jack's head is large and plump."

"How heartless!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman, greatly shocked. "Are wecannibals, let me ask? Or are we faithful friends?"

"I see very clearly that we cannot stay shut up in this palace," said theScarecrow, with decision. "So let us end this mournful talk and try todiscover a means to escape."

At this suggestion they all gathered eagerly around the throne, wherein wasseated the Scarecrow, and as Tip sat down upon a stool there fell from hispocket a pepper-box, which rolled upon the floor.

"What is this?" asked Nick Chopper, picking up the box.

"Be careful!" cried the boy. "That's my Powder of Life. Don't spill it, forit is nearly gone."

"And what is the Powder of Life?" enquired the Scarecrow, as Tip replacedthe box carefully in his pocket.

"It's some magical stuff old Mombi got from a

185crooked sorcerer," explained the boy. "She brought Jack to life with it, andafterward I used it to bring the Saw-Horse to life. I guess it will makeanything live that is sprinkled with it; but there's only about one doseleft."

"Then it is very precious," said the Tin Woodman.

"Indeed it is," agreed the Scarecrow. "It may prove our best means of escapefrom our difficulties. I believe I will think for a few minutes; so I willthank you, friend Tip, to get out your knife and rip this heavy crown frommy forehead."

Tip soon cut the stitches that had fastened the crown to the Scarecrow'shead, and the former monarch of the Emerald City removed it with a sigh ofrelief and hung it on a peg beside the throne.

"That is my last memento of royalty" said he; "and I'm glad to get rid ofit. The former King of this City,

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186who was named Pastoria, lost the crown to the Wonderful Wizard, who passedit on to me. Now the girl Jinjur claims it, and I sincerely hope it will notgive her a headache."

"A kindly thought, which I greatly admire," said the Tin Woodman, noddingapprovingly.

"And now I will indulge in a quiet think," continued the Scarecrow, lyingback in the throne.

The others remained as silent and still as possible, so as not to disturbhim; for all had great confidence in the extraordinary brains of theScarecrow.

And, after what seemed a very long time indeed to the anxious watchers, thethinker sat up, looked upon his friends with his most whimsical expression,and said:

"My brains work beautifully today. I'm quite proud of them. Now, listen! Ifwe attempt to escape through the doors of the palace we shall surely becaptured. And, as we can't escape through the ground, there is only oneother thing to be done. We must escape through the air!"

He paused to note the effect of these words; but all his hearers seemedpuzzled and unconvinced.

"The Wonderful Wizard escaped in a balloon," he continued. "We don't knowhow to make a balloon, of course; but any sort of thing that can

187fly through the air can carry us easily. So I suggest that my friend the TinWoodman, who is a skillful mechanic, shall build some sort of a machine,with good strong wings, to carry us; and our friend Tip can then bring theThing to life with his magical powder."

"Bravo!" cried Nick Chopper.

"What splendid brains!" murmured Jack.

"Really quite clever!" said the Educated Woggle-Bug.

"I believe it can be done," declared Tip; "that is, if the Tin Woodman isequal to making the Thing."

"I'll do my best," said Nick, cheerily; "and, as a matter of fact, I do notoften fail in what I attempt. But the Thing will have to be built on theroof of the palace, so it can rise comfortably into the air."

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"To be sure," said the Scarecrow.

"Then let us search through the palace," continued the Tin Woodman, "andcarry all the material we can find to the roof, where I will begin my work."

"First, however," said the Pumpkinhead, "I beg you will release me from thishorse, and make me another leg to walk with. For in my present condition Iam of no use to myself or to anyone else."

So the Tin Woodman knocked a mahogany center-table to pieces with his axeand fitted one of the legs, which was beautifully carved, on to the body ofJack Pumpkinhead, who was very proud of the acquisition.

"It seems strange," said he, as he watched the Tin Woodman work, "that myleft leg should be the most elegant and substantial part of me."

"That proves you are unusual," returned the Scarecrow. "and I am convincedthat the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusualones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and dieunnoticed."

"Spoken like a philosopher!" cried the Woggle-Bug, as he assisted the TinWoodman to set Jack upon his feet.

"How do you feel now?" asked Tip, watching

189the Pumpkinhead stump around to try his new leg."

As good as new" answered Jack, Joyfully, "and quite ready to assist you allto escape."

"Then let us get to work," said the Scarecrow, in a business-like tone.

So, glad to be doing anything that might lead to the end of their captivity,the friends separated to wander over the palace in search of fittingmaterial to use in the construction of their aerial machine.

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191 The Astonishing Flight of the Gump

When the adventurers reassembled upon the roof it was found that aremarkably queer assortment of articles had been selected by the variousmembers of the party. No one seemed to have a very clear idea of what wasrequired, but all had brought something.

The Woggle-Bug had taken from its position over the mantle-piece in thegreat hallway the head of a Gump, which was adorned with wide-spreadingantlers; and this, with great care and greater difficulty, the insect hadcarried up the stairs to the roof. This Gump resembled an Elk's head, onlythe nose turned upward in a saucy manner and there were whiskers

192upon its chin, like those of a billy-goat. Why the Woggle-Bug selected thisarticle he could not have explained, except that it had aroused hiscuriosity.

Tip, with the aid of the Saw-Horse, had brought a large, upholstered sofa tothe roof. It was an oldfashioned piece of furniture, with high back andends, and it was so heavy that even by resting the greatest weight upon theback of the Saw-Horse, the boy found himself out of breath when at last theclumsy sofa was dumped upon the roof.

The Pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which was the first thing he saw. TheScarecrow arrived with a coil of clothes-lines and ropes which he had takenfrom the courtyard, and in his trip up the stairs he had become so entangledin the loose ends of the ropes that both he and his burden tumbled in a heapupon the roof and might have rolled off if Tip had not rescued him.

The Tin Woodman appeared last. He also had been to the courtyard, where hehad cut four great, spreading leaves from a huge palm-tree that was thepride of all the inhabitants of the Emerald City.

"My dear Nick!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, seeing what his friend had done;"you have been guilty of the greatest crime any person can commit in theEmerald City. If I remember rightly, the

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194penalty for chopping leaves from the royal palm-tree is to be killed seventimes and afterward imprisoned for life."

"It cannot be helped now" answered the Tin Woodman, throwing down the bigleaves upon the roof. "But it may be one more reason why it is necessary forus to escape. And now let us see what you have found for me to work with."

Many were the doubtful looks cast upon the heap of miscellaneous materialthat now cluttered the roof, and finally the Scarecrow shook his head andremarked:

"Well, if friend Nick can manufacture, from this mess of rubbish, a Thingthat will fly through the air and carry us to safety, then I willacknowledge him to be a better mechanic than I suspected."

But the Tin Woodman seemed at first by no means sure of his powers, and onlyafter polishing his forehead vigorously with the chamois-leather did heresolve to undertake the task.

"The first thing required for the machine," said he, "is a body big enoughto carry the entire party. This sofa is the biggest thing we have, and mightbe used for a body. But, should the machine ever tip sideways, we would allslide off and fall to the ground."


"Why not use two sofas?" asked Tip. "There's another one just like this downstairs."

"That is a very sensible suggestion," exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "You mustfetch the other sofa at once."

So Tip and the Saw-Horse managed, with much labor, to get the second sofa tothe roof; and when the two were placed together, edge to edge, the backs andends formed a protecting rampart all around the seats.

"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "We can ride within this snug nest quiteat our ease."

The two sofas were now bound firmly together with ropes and clothes-lines,and then Nick Chopper fastened the Gump's head to one end.

"That will show which is the front end of the Thing," said he, greatlypleased with the idea." And, really, if you examine it critically, the Gumplooks very well as a figure-head. These great palm-leaves, for which I haveendangered my life seven times, must serve us as wings."

"Are they strong enough?" asked the boy.

"They are as strong as anything we can get," answered the Woodman; "andalthough they are not in proportion to the Thing's body, we are not in aposition to be very particular."


So he fastened the palm-leaves to the sofas, two on each side.

Said the Woggle-Bug, with considerable admiration:

"The Thing is now complete, and only needs to be brought to life."

"Stop a moment!" exclaimed Jack." Are you not going to use my broom?"

"What for?" asked the Scarecrow.

"Why, it can be fastened to the back end for a tail," answered thePumpkinhead. "Surely you would not call the Thing complete without a tail."

"Hm!" said the Tin Woodman, "I do not see the use of a tail. We are nottrying to copy a beast, or a fish, or a bird. All we ask of the Thing is tocarry us through the air.

"Perhaps, after the Thing is brought to life, it can use a tail to steerwith," suggested the Scarecrow. "For if it flies through the air it will notbe unlike a bird, and I've noticed that all birds have tails, which they usefor a rudder while flying."

"Very well," answered Nick, "the broom shall be used for a tail," and hefastened it firmly to the back end of the sofa body.

Tip took the pepper-box from his pocket.

"The Thing looks very big," said he, anxiously;

197"and I am not sure there is enough powder left to bring all of it to life.But I'll make it go as far as possible."

"Put most on the wings," said Nick Chopper; "for they must be made as strongas possible."

"And don't forget the head!" exclaimed the Woggle-Bug.

"Or the tail!" added Jack Pumpkinhead.

"Do be quiet," said Tip, nervously; "you must give me a chance to work themagic charm in the proper manner."

Very carefully he began sprinkling the Thing with the precious powder. Eachof the four wings was first lightly covered with a layer. then the sofaswere sprinkled, and the broom given a slight coating.

"The head! The head! Don't, I beg of you, forget the head!" cried theWoggle-Bug, excitedly.

"There's only a little of the powder left," announced Tip, looking withinthe box." And it seems to me it is more important to bring the legs of thesofas to life than the head."

"Not so," decided the Scarecrow. "Every thing must have a head to direct it;and since this creature is to fly, and not walk, it is really unimportantwhether its legs are alive or not."

So Tip abided by this decision and sprinkled the Gump's head with theremainder of the powder.


"Now" said he, "keep silence while I work the, charm!"

Having heard old Mombi pronounce the magic words, and having also succeededin bringing the Saw-Horse to life, Tip did not hesitate an instant inspeaking the three cabalistic words, each accompanied by the peculiargesture of the hands.

It was a grave and impressive ceremony.

As he finished the incantation the Thing shuddered throughout its huge bulk,the Gump gave the screeching cry that is familiar to those animals, and thenthe four wings began flopping furiously.

Tip managed to grasp a chimney, else he would have been blown off the roofby the terrible breeze raised by the wings. The Scarecrow, being light inweight, was caught up bodily and borne through the air until Tip luckilyseized him by one leg and held him fast. The Woggle-Bug lay flat upon theroof and so escaped harm,

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199and the Tin Woodman, whose weight of tin anchored him firmly, threw botharms around Jack Pumpkinhead and managed to save him. The Saw-Horse toppledover upon his back and lay with his legs waving helplessly above him.

And now, while all were struggling to recover themselves, the Thing roseslowly from the roof and mounted into the air.

"Here! Come back!" cried Tip, in a frightened voice, as he clung to thechimney with one hand and the Scarecrow with the other. "Come back at once,I command you!"

It was now that the wisdom of the Scarecrow, in bringing the head of theThing to life instead of the legs, was proved beyond a doubt. For the Gump,already high in the air, turned its head at Tip's command and graduallycircled around until it could view the roof of the palace.

"Come back!" shouted the boy, again.

And the Gump obeyed, slowly and gracefully waving its four wings in the airuntil the Thing had settled once more upon the roof and become still.

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201 In the Jackdaw's Nest

"This," said the Gump, in a squeaky voice not at all proportioned to thesize of its great body, "is the most novel experience I ever heard of. Thelast thing I remember distinctly is walking through the forest and hearing aloud noise. Something probably killed me then, and it certainly ought tohave been the end of me. Yet here I am, alive again, with four monstrouswings and a body which I venture to say would make any respectable animal orfowl weep with shame to own. What does it all mean? Am I a Gump, or am I ajuggernaut?" The creature, as it spoke, wiggled its chin whiskers in a verycomical manner.

"You're just a Thing," answered Tip, "with a Gump's head on it. And we havemade you and brought you to life so that you may carry us through the airwherever we wish to go."


"Very good!" said the Thing. "As I am not a Gump, I cannot have a Gump'spride or independent spirit. So I may as well become your servant asanything else. My only satisfaction is that I do not seem to have a verystrong constitution, and am not likely to live long in a state of slavery."

"Don't say that, I beg of you!" cried the Tin Woodman, whose excellent heartwas strongly affected by this sad speech." Are you not feeling well today?"

"Oh, as for that," returned the Gump, "it is my first day of existence; so Icannot Judge whether I am feeling well or ill." And it waved its broom tailto and fro in a pensive manner.

"Come, come!" said the Scarecrow, kindly. "do try, to be more cheerful andtake life as you find it. We shall be kind masters, and will strive torender your existence as pleasant as possible. Are you willing to carry usthrough the air wherever we wish to go?"

"Certainly," answered the Gump. "I greatly prefer to navigate the air. Forshould I travel on the earth and meet with one of my own species, myembarrassment would be something awful!"

"I can appreciate that," said the Tin Woodman, sympathetically.

"And yet," continued the Thing, "when I carefully

203look you over, my masters, none of you seems to be constructed much moreartistically than I am."

"Appearances are deceitful," said the Woggle-Bug, earnestly. "I am bothHighly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated."

"Indeed!" murmured the Gump, indifferently.

"And my brains are considered remarkably rare specimens," added theScarecrow, proudly.

"How strange!" remarked the Gump.

"Although I am of tin," said the Woodman, "I own a heart altogether thewarmest and most admirable in the whole world."

"I'm delighted to hear it," replied the Gump, with a slight cough.

"My smile," said Jack Pumpkinhead, "is worthy your best attention. It isalways the same."

"Semper idem," explained the Woggle-Bug, pompously; and the Gump turned tostare at him.

"And I," declared the Saw-Horse, filling in an awkward pause, "am onlyremarkable because I can't help it."

"I am proud, indeed, to meet with such exceptional masters," said the Gump,in a careless tone. "If I could but secure so complete an introduction tomyself, I would be more than satisfied."

"That will come in time," remarked the Scare-

204crow. "To 'Know Thyself' is considered quite an accomplishment, which it hastaken us, who are your elders, months to perfect. But now," he added,turning to the others, "let us get aboard and start upon our journey."

"Where shall we go?" asked Tip, as he clambered to a seat on the sofas andassisted the Pumpkinhead to follow him.

"In the South Country rules a very delightful Queen called Glinda the Good,who I am sure will gladly receive us," said the Scarecrow, getting into theThing clumsily. "Let us go to her and ask her advice."

"That is cleverly thought of," declared Nick Chopper, giving the Woggle-Buga boost and then toppling the Saw-Horse into the rear end of the cushionedseats." I know Glinda the Good, and believe she will prove a friend indeed."

"Are we all ready?" asked the boy.

"Yes," announced the Tin Woodman, seating himself beside the Scarecrow.

"Then," said Tip, addressing the Gump, "be kind enough to fly with us to theSouthward; and do not go higher than to escape the houses and trees, for itmakes me dizzy to be up so far."

"All right," answered the Gump, briefly.


It flopped its four huge wings and rose slowly into the air; and then, whileour little band of adventurers clung to the backs and sides of the sofas forsupport, the Gump turned toward the South and soared swiftly andmajestically away.

"The scenic effect, from this altitude, is marvelous," commented theeducated Woggle-Bug, as they rode along.

"Never mind the scenery," said the Scarecrow. "Hold on tight, or you may geta tumble. The Thing seems to rock badly.'

"It will be dark soon," said Tip, observing that the sun was low on thehorizon. "Perhaps we should have waited until morning. I wonder if the Gumpcan fly in the night."

"I've been wondering that myself," returned the Gump quietly. "You see, thisis a new experience to me. I used to have legs that carried me swiftly overthe ground. But now my legs feel as if they were asleep."

"They are," said Tip. "We didn't bring 'em to life."

"You're expected to fly," explained the Scarecrow. "not to walk."

"We can walk ourselves," said the Woggle-Bug."

I begin to understand what is required of me," remarked the Gump; "so I willdo my best to

206please you," and he flew on for a time in silence.

Presently Jack Pumpkinhead became uneasy.

"I wonder if riding through the air is liable to spoil pumpkins," he said.

"Not unless you carelessly drop your head over the side," answered theWoggle-Bug. "In that event your head would no longer be a pumpkin, for itwould become a squash."

"Have I not asked you to restrain these unfeeling jokes?" demanded Tip,looking at the Woggle-Bug with a severe expression.

"You have; and I've restrained a good many of them," replied the insect."But there are opportunities for so many excellent puns in our languagethat, to an educated person like myself, the temptation to express them isalmost irresistible."

"People with more or less education discovered those puns centuries ago,"said Tip.

"Are you sure?" asked the Woggle-Bug, with a startled look.

"Of course I am," answered the boy. "An educated Woggle-Bug may be a newthing; but a Woggle-Bug education is as old as the hills, judging from thedisplay you make of it."

The insect seemed much impressed by this remark, and for a time maintained ameek silence.


The Scarecrow, in shifting his seat, saw upon the cushions the pepper-boxwhich Tip had cast aside, and began to examine it.

"Throw it overboard," said the boy; "it's quite empty now, and there's nouse keeping it."

"Is it really empty?" asked the Scarecrow, looking curiously into the box.

"Of course it is," answered Tip. "I shook out every grain of the powder.

"Then the box has two bottoms," announced the Scarecrow, "for the bottom onthe inside is fully an inch away from the bottom on the outside."

"Let me see," said the Tin Woodman, taking the box from his friend. "Yes,"he declared, after looking it over, "the thing certainly has a false bottom.Now, I wonder what that is for?"

"Can't you get it apart, and find out?" enquired Tip, now quite interestedin the mystery.

"Why, yes; the lower bottom unscrews," said the Tin Woodman. "My fingers arerather stiff; please see if you can open it."

He handed the pepper-box to Tip, who had no difficulty in unscrewing thebottom. And in the cavity below were three silver pills, with a carefullyfolded paper lying underneath them.

This paper the boy proceeded to unfold, taking

208care not to spill the pills, and found several lines clearly written in redink.

"Read it aloud," said the Scarecrow. so Tip read, as follows:


"Directions for Use: Swallow one pill; count seventeen by twos; then make aWish.-The Wish will immediately be granted. CAUTION: Keep in a Dry and Dark Place."

"Why, this is a very valuable discovery!" cried the Scarecrow.

"It is, indeed," replied Tip, gravely. "These pills may be of great use tous. I wonder if old Mombi knew they were in the bottom of the pepper-box. Iremember hearing her say that she got the Powder of Life from this sameNikidik."

"He must be a powerful Sorcerer!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "and since thepowder proved a success we ought to have confidence in the pills."

"But how," asked the Scarecrow, "can anyone count seventeen by twos?Seventeen is an odd number."

"That is true," replied Tip, greatly disappointed. "No one can possiblycount seventeen by twos."

"Then the pills are of no use to us," wailed the Pumpkinhead; "and this factoverwhelms me with

209grief. For I had intended wishing that my head would never spoil."

"Nonsense!" said the Scarecrow, sharply. "If we could use the pills at allwe would make far better wishes than that."

"I do not see how anything could be better," protested poor Jack. "If youwere liable to spoil at any time you could understand my anxiety."

"For my part," said the Tin Woodman, "I sympathize with you in everyrespect. But since we cannot count seventeen by twos, sympathy is all youare liable to get."

By this time it had become quite dark, and the voyagers found above them acloudy sky, through which the rays of the moon could not penetrate.

The Gump flew steadily on, and for some reason the huge sofa-body rockedmore and more dizzily every hour.

The Woggle-Bug declared he was sea-sick; and Tip was also pale and somewhatdistressed. But the others clung to the backs of the sofas and did not seemto mind the motion as long as they were not tipped out.

Darker and darker grew the night, and on and on sped the Gump through theblack heavens. The

210travelers could not even see one another, and an oppressive silence settleddown upon them.

After a long time Tip, who had been thinking deeply, spoke.

"How are we to know when we come to the pallace of Glinda the Good?" heasked.

"It's a long way to Glinda's palace," answered the Woodman; "I've traveledit."

"But how are we to know how fast the Gump is flying?" persisted the boy. "Wecannot see a single thing down on the earth, and before morning we may befar beyond the place we want to reach."

"That is all true enough," the Scarecrow replied, a little uneasily. "But Ido not see how we can stop just now; for we might alight in a river, or on,the top of a steeple; and that would be a great disaster."

So they permitted the Gump to fly on, with regular flops of its great wings,and waited patiently for morning.

Then Tip's fears were proven to be well founded; for with the first streaksof gray dawn they looked over the sides of the sofas and discovered rollingplains dotted with queer villages, where the houses, instead of being dome-shaped -- as they all are in the Land of Oz -- had slanting roofs that roseto a peak

211in the center. Odd looking animals were also moving about upon the openplains, and the country was unfamiliar to both the Tin Woodman and theScarecrow, who had formerly visited Glinda the Good's domain and knew itwell.

"We are lost!" said the Scarecrow, dolefully. "The Gump must have carried usentirely out of the Land of Oz and over the sandy deserts and into theterrible outside world that Dorothy told us about."

"We must get back," exclaimed the Tin Woodman, earnestly. "we must get backas soon as possible!"

"Turn around!" cried Tip to the Gump. "turn as quickly as you can!"

"If I do I shall upset," answered the Gump. "I'm not at all used to flying,and the best plan would be for me to alight in some place, and then I canturn around and take a fresh start."

Just then, however, there seemed to be no stopping-place that would answertheir purpose. They flew over a village so big that the Woggle-Bug declaredit was a city. and then they came to a range of high mountains with manydeep gorges and steep cliffs showing plainly.

"Now is our chance to stop," said the boy, finding

212they were very close to the mountain tops. Then he turned to the Gump andcommanded: "Stop at the first level place you see!"

"Very well," answered the Gump, and settled down upon a table of rock thatstood between two cliffs.

But not being experienced in such matters, the Gump did not judge his speedcorrectly; and instead of coming to a stop upon the flat rock he missed itby half the width of his body, breaking off both his right wings against thesharp edge of the rock and then tumbling over and over down the cliff.

Our friends held on to the sofas as long as they could, but when the Gumpcaught on a proJecting rock the Thing stopped suddenly -- bottom side up --and all were immediately dumped out.

By good fortune they fell only a few feet; for underneath them was a monsternest, built by a colony of Jackdaws in a hollow ledge of rock; so none ofthem -- not even the Pumpkinhead -- was injured by the fall. For Jack foundhis precious head resting on the soft breast of the Scarecrow, which made anexcellent cushion; and Tip fell on a mass of leaves and papers, which savedhim from injury. The Woggle-Bug had bumped his round head against

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214the Saw-Horse, but without causing him more than a moment's inconvenience.

The Tin Woodman was at first much alarmed; but finding he had escapedwithout even a scratch upon his beautiful nickle-plate he at once regainedhis accustomed cheerfulness and turned to address his comrades.

"Our Journey had ended rather suddenly," said he; "and we cannot justlyblame our friend the Gump for our accident, because he did the best he couldunder the circumstances. But how we are ever to escape from this nest I mustleave to someone with better brains than I possess."

Here he gazed at the Scarecrow; who crawled to the edge of the nest andlooked over. Below them was a sheer precipice several hundred feet in depth.Above them was a smooth cliff unbroken save by the point of rock where thewrecked body of the Gump still hung suspended from the end of one of thesofas. There really seemed to be no means of escape, and as they realizedtheir helpless plight the little band of adventurers gave way to theirbewilderment.

"This is a worse prison than the palace," sadly remarked the Woggle-Bug.

"I wish we had stayed there," moaned Jack.

215"I'm afraid the mountain air isn't good for pumpkins."

"It won't be when the Jackdaws come back," growled the Saw-Horse, which laywaving its legs in a vain endeavor to get upon its feet again. "Jackdaws areespecially fond of pumpkins."

"Do you think the birds will come here?" asked Jack, much distressed.

"Of course they will," said Tip; "for this is their nest. And there must behundreds of them," he continued, "for see what a lot of things they havebrought here!"

Indeed, the nest was half filled with a most curious collection of smallarticles for which the birds could have no use, but which the thievingJackdaws had stolen during many years from the homes of men. And as the nestwas safely hidden where no human being could reach it, this lost propertywould never be recovered.

The Woggle-Bug, searching among the rubbish -- for the Jackdaws stoleuseless things as well as valuable ones -- turned up with his foot abeautiful diamond necklace. This was so greatly admired by the Tin Woodmanthat the Woggle-Bug presented it to him with a graceful speech, after whichthe Woodman hung it around his neck with much pride,

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217rejoicing exceedingly when the big diamonds glittered in the sun's rays.

But now they heard a great jabbering and flopping of wings, and as the soundgrew nearer to them Tip exclaimed:

"The Jackdaws are coming! And if they find us here they will surely kill usin their anger."

"I was afraid of this!" moaned the Pumpkinhead. "My time has come!"

"And mine, also!" said the Woggle-Bug; "for Jackdaws are the greatestenemies of my race."

The others were not at all afraid; but the Scarecrow at once decided to savethose of the party who were liable to be injured by the angry birds. So hecommanded Tip to take off Jack's head and lie down with it in the bottom ofthe nest, and when this was done he ordered the Woggle-Bug to lie besideTip. Nick Chopper, who knew from past experience Just what to do, then tookthe Scarecrow to pieces (all except his head) and scattered the straw overTip and the Woggle-Bug, completely covering their bodies.

Hardly had this been accomplished when the flock of Jackdaws reached them.Perceiving the intruders in their nest the birds flew down upon them withscreams of rage.

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The Tin Woodman was usually a peaceful man, but when occasion required hecould fight as fiercely as a Roman gladiator. So, when the Jackdaws nearlyknocked him down in their rush of wings, and their sharp beaks and clawsthreatened to damage his brilliant plating, the Woodman picked up his axeand made it whirl swiftly around his head.

But although many were beaten off in this way, the birds were so numerousand so brave that they continued the attack as furiously as before. Some ofthem pecked at the eyes of the Gump, which hung over the nest in a helplesscondition; but the Gump's eyes were of glass and could not be injured.Others of the Jackdaws rushed at the Saw-Horse; but that animal, being stillupon his back, kicked out so viciously with his wooden legs that he beat offas many assailants as did the Woodman's axe.


Finding themselves thus opposed, the birds fell upon the Scarecrow's straw,which lay at the center of the nest, covering Tip and the Woggle-Bug andJack's pumpkin head, and began tearing it away and flying off with it, onlyto let it drop, straw by straw into the great gulf beneath.

The Scarecrow's head, noting with dismay this wanton destruction of hisinterior, cried to the Tin Woodman to save him; and that good friendresponded with renewed energy. His axe fairly flashed among the Jackdaws,and fortunately the Gump began wildly waving the two wings remaining on theleft side of its body. The flutter of these great wings filled the Jackdawswith terror, and when the Gump by its exertions freed itself from the peg ofrock on which it hung, and sank flopping into the nest, the alarm of thebirds knew no bounds and they fled screaming over the mountains.

When the last foe had disappeared, Tip crawled from under the sofas andassisted the Woggle-Bug to follow him.

"We are saved!" shouted the boy, delightedly.

"We are, indeed!" responded the Educated Insect, fairly hugging the stiffhead of the Gump in his joy. "and we owe it all to the flopping of theThing, and the good axe of the Woodman!"


"If I am saved, get me out of here!" called Jack; whose head was stillbeneath the sofas; and Tip managed to roll the pumpkin out and place it uponits neck again. He also set the Saw-Horse upright, and said to it:

"We owe you many thanks for the gallant fight you made."

"I really think we have escaped very nicely," remarked the Tin Woodman, in atone of pride.

"Not so!" exclaimed a hollow voice.

At this they all turned in surprise to look at the Scarecrow's head, whichlay at the back of the nest.

"I am completely ruined!" declared the Scarecrow, as he noted theirastonishment. "For where is the straw that stuffs my body?"

The awful question startled them all. They gazed around the nest withhorror, for not a vestige of straw remained. The

222Jackdaws had stolen it to the last wisp and flung it all into the chasm thatyawned for hundreds of feet beneath the nest.

"My poor, poor friend!" said the Tin Woodman, taking up the Scarecrow's headand caressing it tenderly; "whoever could imagine you would come to thisuntimely end?"

"I did it to save my friends," returned the head; "and I am glad that Iperished in so noble and unselfish a manner."

"But why are you all so despondent?" inquired the Woggle-Bug. "TheScarecrow's clothing is still safe."

"Yes," answered the Tin Woodman; "but our friend's clothes are uselesswithout stuffing."

"Why not stuff him with money?" asked Tip.

"Money!" they all cried, in an amazed chorus.

"To be sure," said the boy. "In the bottom of the nest are thousands ofdollar bills -- and two-dollar bills -- and five-dollar bills -- and tens,and twenties, and fifties. There are enough of them to stuff a dozenScarecrows. Why not use the money?"

The Tin Woodman began to turn over the rubbish with the handle of his axe;and, sure enough, what they had first thought only worthless papers werefound to be all bills of various denominations,

223which the mischievous Jackdaws had for years been engaged in stealing fromthe villages and cities they visited.

There was an immense fortune lying in that inaccessible nest; and Tip'ssuggestion was, with the Scarecrow's consent, quickly acted upon.

They selected all the newest and cleanest bills and assorted them intovarious piles. The Scarecrow's left leg and boot were stuffed with five-dollar bills; his right leg was stuffed with ten-dollar bills, and his bodyso closely filled with fifties, one-hundreds and one-thousands that he couldscarcely button his jacket with comfort.

"You are now" said the Woggle-Bug, impressively, when the task had beencompleted, "the most valuable member of our party; and as you

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224are among faithful friends there is little danger of your being spent."

"Thank you," returned the Scarecrow, gratefully. "I feel like a new man; andalthough at first glance I might be mistaken for a Safety Deposit Vault, Ibeg you to remember that my Brains are still composed of the same oldmaterial. And these are the possessions that have always made me a person tobe depended upon in an emergency."

"Well, the emergency is here," observed Tip; "and unless your brains help usout of it we shall be compelled to pass the remainder of our lives in thisnest."

"How about these wishing pills?" enquired the Scarecrow, taking the box fromhis jacket pocket. "Can't we use them to escape?"

"Not unless we can count seventeen by twos," answered the Tin Woodman. "Butour friend the Woggle-Bug claims to be highly educated, so he ought easilyto figure out how that can be done."

"It isn't a question of education," returned the Insect; "it's merely aquestion of mathematics. I've seen the professor work lots of sums on theblackboard, and he claimed anything could be done with x's and y's and a's,and such things, by mixing them up with plenty of plusses and minuses andequals, and so forth. But he never said anything, so far as

225I can remember, about counting up to the odd number of seventeen by the evennumbers of twos."

"Stop! stop!" cried the Pumpkinhead. "You're making my head ache."

"And mine," added the Scarecrow. "Your mathematics seem to me very like abottle of mixed pickles the more you fish for what you want the less chanceyou have of getting it. I am certain that if the thing can be accomplishedat all, it is in a very simple manner."

"Yes," said Tip. "old Mombi couldn't use x's and minuses, for she never wentto school."

"Why not start counting at a half of one?" asked the Saw-Horse, abruptly."Then anyone can count up to seventeen by twos very easily."

They looked at each other in surprise, for the Saw-Horse was considered themost stupid of the entire party.

"You make me quite ashamed of myself," said the Scarecrow, bowing low to theSaw-Horse.

"Nevertheless, the creature is right," declared the Woggle-Bug; for twiceone-half is one, and if you get to one it is easy to count from one up toseventeen by twos."

"I wonder I didn't think of that myself," said the Pumpkinhead.


"I don't," returned the Scarecrow. "You're no wiser than the rest of us, areyou? But let us make a wish at once. Who will swallow the first pill?"

"Suppose you do it," suggested Tip.

"I can't," said the Scarecrow.

"Why not? You've a mouth, haven't you?" asked the boy.

"Yes; but my mouth is painted on, and there's no swallow connected with it,'answered the Scarecrow. "In fact," he continued, looking from one to anothercritically, "I believe the boy and the Woggle-Bug are the only ones in ourparty that are able to swallow."

Observing the truth of this remark, Tip said:

"Then I will undertake to make the first wish. Give me one of the SilverPills."

This the Scarecrow tried to do; but his padded gloves were too clumsy toclutch so small an object, and he held the box toward the boy while Tipselected one of the pills and swallowed it.

"Count!" cried the Scarecrow.

"One-half, one, three, five, seven, nine, eleven,!" counted Tip. thirteen,fifteen, seventeen.

"Now wish!" said the Tin Woodman anxiously:

But Just then the boy began to suffer such fearful pains that he becamealarmed.


"The pill has poisoned me!" he gasped; "O -- h! O-o-o-o-o! Ouch! Murder!Fire! O-o-h!" and here he rolled upon the bottom of the nest in suchcontortions that he frightened them all.

"What can we do for you. Speak, I beg!" entreated the Tin Woodman, tears ofsympathy running down his nickel cheeks.

"I -- I don't know!" answered Tip. "O -- h! I wish I'd never swallowed thatpill!"

Then at once the pain stopped, and the boy rose to his feet again and foundthe Scarecrow looking with amazement at the end of the pepper-box.

"What's happened?" asked the boy, a little ashamed of his recent exhibition.

"Why, the three pills are in the box again!" said the Scarecrow.

"Of course they are," the Woggle-Bug declared. "Didn't Tip wish that he'dnever swallowed one of them? Well, the wish came true, and he didn't swallowone of them. So of course they are all three in the box."

"That may be; but the pill gave me a dreadful pain, just the same," said theboy.

"Impossible!" declared the Woggle-

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228Bug. "If you have never swallowed it, the pill can not have given you apain. And as your wish, being granted, proves you did not swallow the pill,it is also plain that you suffered no pain."

"Then it was a splendid imitation of a pain," retorted Tip, angrily."Suppose you try the next pill yourself. We've wasted one wish already."

"Oh, no, we haven't!" protested the Scarecrow. "Here are still three pillsin the box, and each pill is good for a wish."

"Now you're making my head ache," said Tip. "I can't understand the thing atall. But I won't take another pill, I promise you!" and with this remark heretired sulkily to the back of the nest.

"Well," said the Woggle-Bug, "it remains for me to save us in my most HighlyMagnified and Thoroughly Educated manner; for I seem to be the only one ableand willing to make a wish. Let me have one of the pills."

He swallowed it without hesitation, and they all stood admiring his couragewhile the Insect counted seventeen by twos in the same way that Tip haddone. And for some reason -- perhaps because Woggle-Bugs have strongerstomachs than boys -- the silver pellet caused it no pain whatever.

"I wish the Gump's broken wings mended, and

229as good as new!" said the Woggle-Bug, in a slow; impressive voice.

All turned to look at the Thing, and so quickly had the wish been grantedthat the Gump lay before them in perfect repair, and as well able to flythrough the air as when it had first been brought to life on the roof of thepalace.

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"Hooray!" shouted the Scarecrow, gaily. "We can now leave this miserableJackdaws' nest whenever we please."

"But it is nearly dark," said the Tin Woodman; "and unless we wait untilmorning to make our flight we may get into more trouble. I don't like thesenight trips, for one never knows what will happen."

So it was decided to wait until daylight, and the adventurers amusedthemselves in the twilight by searching the Jackdaws' nest for treasures.

The Woggle-Bug found two handsome bracelets of wrought gold, which fittedhis slender arms very well. The Scarecrow took a fancy for rings, of whichthere were many in the nest. Before long he

232had fitted a ring to each finger of his padded gloves, and not being contentwith that display he added one more to each thumb. As he carefully chosethose rings set with sparkling stones, such as rubies, amethysts andsapphires, the Scarecrow's hands now presented a most brilliant appearance.

"This nest would be a picnic for Queen Jinjur," said he, musingly. "for asnearly as I can make out she and her girls conquered me merely to rob mycity of its emeralds."

The Tin Woodman was content with his diamond necklace and refused to acceptany additional decorations; but Tip secured a fine gold watch, which wasattached to a heavy fob, and placed it in his pocket with much pride. Healso pinned several jeweled brooches to Jack Pumpkinhead's red waistcoat,and attached a lorgnette, by means of a fine chain, to the neck of the Saw-Horse.

"It's very pretty," said the creature, regarding the lorgnette approvingly;"but what is it for?"

None of them could answer that question, however; so the Saw-Horse decidedit was some rare decoration and became very fond of it.

That none of the party might be slighted, they ended by placing severallarge seal rings upon the points of the Gump's antlers, although that odd

233personage seemed by no means gratified by the attention.

Darkness soon fell upon them, and Tip and the Woggle-Bug went to sleep whilethe others sat down to wait patiently for the day.

Next morning they had cause to congratulate themselves upon the usefulcondition of the Gump; for with daylight a great flock of Jackdawsapproached to engage in one more battle for the possession of the nest.

But our adventurers did not wait for the assault. They tumbled into thecushioned seats of the sofas as quickly as possible, and Tip gave the wordto the Gump to start.

At once it rose into the air, the great wings flopping strongly and withregular motions, and in a few moments they were so far from the nest thatthe chattering Jackdaws took possession without any attempt at pursuit.

The Thing flew due North, going in the same direction from whence it hadcome. At least, that was the Scarecrow's opinion, and the others agreed thatthe Scarecrow was the best judge of direction. After passing over severalcities and villages the Gump carried them high above a broad plain wherehouses became more and more scattered until they

234disappeared altogether. Next came the wide, sandy desert separating the restof the world from the Land of Oz, and before noon they saw the dome-shapedhouses that proved they were once more within the borders of their nativeland.

"But the houses and fences are blue," said the Tin Woodman, "and thatindicates we are in the land of the Munchkins, and therefore a long distancefrom Glinda the Good."

"What shall we do?" asked the boy, turning to their guide.

"I don't know" replied the Scarecrow, frankly. "If we were at the EmeraldCity we could then move directly southward, and so reach our destination.But we dare not go to the Emerald City, and the Gump is probably carrying usfurther in the wrong direction with every flop of its wings."

"Then the Woggle-Bug must swallow another pill," said Tip, decidedly, "andwish us headed in the right direction."

"Very well," returned the Highly Magnified one; "I'm willing."

But when the Scarecrow searched in his pocket for the pepper-box containingthe two silver Wishing Pills, it was not to be found. Filled with anxiety,the voyagers hunted throughout every inch of the

235Thing for the precious box; but it had disappeared entirely.

And still the Gump flew onward, carrying them they knew not where.

"I must have left the pepper-box in the Jackdaws' nest," said the Scarecrow,at length.

"It is a great misfortune," the Tin Woodman declared. "But we are no worseoff than before we discovered the Wishing Pills."

"We are better off," replied Tip. "for the one pill we used has enabled usto escape from that horrible nest."

"Yet the loss of the other two is serious, and I deserve a good scolding formy carelessness," the Scarecrow rejoined, penitently. "For in such anunusual party as this accidents are liable to happen any moment, and evennow we may be approaching a new danger."

No one dared contradict this, and a dismal silence ensued.

The Gump flew steadily on.

Suddenly Tip uttered an exclamation of surprise. "We must have reached theSouth Country," he cried, "for below us everything is red!"

Immediately they all leaned over the backs of the sofas to look -- allexcept Jack, who was too careful

236of his pumpkin head to risk its slipping off his neck. Sure enough; the redhouses and fences and trees indicated they were within the domain of Glindathe Good; and presently, as they glided rapidly on, the Tin Woodmanrecognized the roads and buildings they passed, and altered slightly theflight of

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237the Gump so that they might reach the palace of the celebrated Sorceress.

"Good!" cried the Scarecrow, delightedly. "We do not need the lost WishingPills now, for we have arrived at our destination."

Gradually the Thing sank lower and nearer to the ground until at length itcame to rest within the beautiful gardens of Glinda, settling upon a velvetygreen lawn close by a fountain which sent sprays of flashing gems, insteadof water, high into the air, whence they fell with a soft, tinkling soundinto the carved marble basin placed to receive them.

Everything was very gorgeous in Glinda's gardens, and while our voyagersgazed about with admiring eyes a company of soldiers silently appeared andsurrounded them. But these soldiers of the great Sorceress were entirelydifferent from those of Jinjur's Army of Revolt, although they were likewisegirls. For Glinda's soldiers wore neat uniforms and bore swords and spears;and they marched with a skill and precision that proved them well trained inthe arts of war.

The Captain commanding this troop -- which was Glinda's private Body Guard -- recognized the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman at once, and greeted themwith respectful salutations.


"Good day!" said the Scarecrow, gallantly removing his hat, while theWoodman gave a soldierly salute; "we have come to request an audience withyour fair Ruler."

"Glinda is now within her palace, awaiting you," returned the Captain; "forshe saw you coming long before you arrived."

"That is strange!" said Tip, wondering.

"Not at all," answered the Scarecrow, "for Glinda the Good is a mightySorceress, and nothing that goes on in the Land of Oz escapes her notice. Isuppose she knows why we came as well as we do ourselves."

"Then what was the use of our coming?" asked Jack, stupidly.

"To prove you are a Pumpkinhead!" retorted the Scarecrow. "But, if theSorceress expects us, we must not keep her waiting."

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So they all clambered out of the sofas and followed the Captain toward thepalace -- even the Saw-Horse taking his place in the queer procession.

Upon her throne of finely wrought gold sat Glinda, and she could scarcelyrepress a smile as her peculiar visitors entered and bowed before her. Boththe Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman she knew and liked; but the awkwardPumpkinhead and Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug were creatures she had neverseen before, and they seemed even more curious than the others. As for theSaw-Horse, he looked to be nothing more than an animated chunk of wood; andhe bowed so stiffly that his head bumped against the floor, causing a rippleof laughter among the soldiers, in which Glinda frankly joined.

"I beg to announce to your glorious highness," began the Scarecrow, in asolemn voice, "that my Emerald City has been overrun by a crowd of impudentgirls with knitting-needles, who have enslaved all the men, robbed thestreets and public buildings of all their emerald jewels, and usurped mythrone."

"I know it," said Glinda.

"They also threatened to destroy me, as well as all the good friends andallies you see before you," continued the Scarecrow. "and had we not managed

240to escape their clutches our days would long since have ended."

"I know it," repeated Glinda.

"Therefore I have come to beg your assistance," resumed the Scarecrow, "forI believe you are always glad to succor the unfortunate and oppressed."

"That is true," replied the Sorceress, slowly. "But the Emerald City is nowruled by General Jinjur, who has caused herself to be proclaimed Queen. Whatright have I to oppose her?"

"Why, she stole the throne from me," said the Scarecrow.

"And how came you to possess the throne?" asked Glinda.

"I got it from the Wizard of Oz, and by the choice of the people," returnedthe Scarecrow, uneasy at such questioning.

"And where did the Wizard get it?" she continued gravely.

"I am told he took it from Pastoria, the former King," said the Scarecrow,becoming confused under the intent look of the Sorceress.

"Then," declared Glinda, "the throne of the Emerald City belongs neither toyou nor to Jinjur, but to this Pastoria from whom the Wizard usurped it."

"That is true," acknowledged the Scarecrow,

241humbly; "but Pastoria is now dead and gone, and some one must rule in hisplace."

"Pastoria had a daughter, who is the rightful heir to the throne of theEmerald City. Did you know that?" questioned the Sorceress.

"No," replied the Scarecrow. "But if the girl still lives I will not standin her way. It will satisfy me as well to have Jinjur turned out, as animpostor, as to regain the throne myself. In fact, it isn't much fun to beKing, especially if one has good brains. I have known for some time that Iam fitted to occupy a far more exalted position. But where is the girl whoowns the throne, and what is her name?"

"Her name is Ozma," answered Glinda. "But where she is I have tried in vainto discover. For the Wizard of Oz, when he stole the throne from Ozma'sfather, hid the girl in some secret place; and by means of a magical trickwith which I am not familiar he also managed to prevent her being discovered-- even by so experienced a Sorceress as myself."

"That is strange," interrupted the Woggle-Bug, pompously. "I have beeninformed that the Wonderful Wizard of Oz was nothing more than a humbug!"


"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, much provoked by this speech. "Didn'the give me a wonderful set of brains?"

"There's no humbug about my heart," announced the Tin Woodman, glaringindignantly at the Woggle-Bug.

"Perhaps I was misinformed," stammered the Insect, shrinking back; "I neverknew the Wizard personally."

"Well, we did," retorted the Scarecrow, "and he was a very great Wizard, Iassure you. It is true he was guilty of some slight impostures, but unlesshe was a great Wizard how -- let me ask -- could he have hidden this girlOzma so securely that no one can find her?"

"I -- I give it up!" replied the Woggle-Bug, meekly.

"That is the most sensible speech you've made," said the Tin Woodman.

"I must really make another effort to discover where this girl is hidden,"resumed the Sorceress, thoughtfully. "I have in my library a book in whichis inscribed every action of the Wizard while he was in our land of Oz --or, at least, every action that could be observed by my spies. This book Iwill read carefully tonight, and try to single out the acts that may guideus in discovering the lost Ozma. In

243the meantime, pray amuse yourselves in my palace and command my servants asif they were your own. I will grant you another audience tomorrow."

With this gracious speech Glinda dismissed the adventurers, and theywandered away through the beautiful gardens, where they passed several hoursenjoying all the delightful things with which the Queen of the Southland hadsurrounded her royal palace.

On the following morning they again appeared before Glinda, who said tothem:

"I have searched carefully through the records of the Wizard's actions, andamong them I can find but three that appear to have been suspicious. He atebeans with a knife, made three secret visits to old Mombi, and limpedslightly on his left foot."

"Ah! that last is certainly suspicious!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead.

"Not necessarily," said the Scarecrow. "he may, have had corns. Now, itseems to me his eating beans with a knife is more suspicious."

"Perhaps it is a polite custom in Omaha, from which great country the Wizardoriginally came," suggested the Tin Woodman.

"It may be," admitted the Scarecrow.


"But why," asked Glinda, "did he make three secret visits to old Mombi?"

"Ah! Why, indeed!" echoed the Woggle-Bug, impressively.

"We know that the Wizard taught the old woman many of his tricks of magic,"continued Glinda; "and this he would not have done had she not assisted himin some way. So we may suspect with good reason that Mombi aided him to hidethe girl Ozma, who was the real heir to the throne of the Emerald City, anda constant danger to the usurper. For, if the people knew that she lived,they would quickly make her their Queen and restore her to her rightfulposition."

"An able argument!" cried the Scarecrow. "I have no doubt that Mombi wasmixed up in this wicked business. But how does that knowledge help us?"

"We must find Mombi," replied Glinda, "and force her to tell where the girlis hidden."

"Mombi is now with Queen Jinjur, in the Emerald, City" said Tip. "It was shewho threw so many obstacles in our pathway, and made Jinjur threaten todestroy my friends and give me back into the old witch's power."

"Then," decided Glinda, "I will march with my

245army to the Emerald City, and take Mombi prisoner. After that we can,perhaps, force her to tell the truth about Ozma."

"She is a terrible old woman!" remarked Tip, with a shudder at the thoughtof Mombi's black kettle; "and obstinate, too."

"I am quite obstinate myself," returned the Sorceress, with a sweet smile."so I do not fear Mombi in the least. Today I will make all necessarypreparations, and we will march upon the Emerald City at daybreak tomorrow."

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The Army of Glinda the Good looked very grand and imposing when it assembledat daybreak before the palace gates. The uniforms of the girl soldiers werepretty and of gay colors, and their silver-tipped spears were bright andglistening, the long shafts being inlaid with mother-of-pearl. All theofficers wore sharp, gleaming swords, and shields edged with peacock-feathers; and it really seemed that no foe could by any possibility defeatsuch a brilliant army.

The Sorceress rode in a beautiful palanquin which was like the body of acoach, having doors and

247windows with silken curtains; but instead of wheels, which a coach has, thepalanquin rested upon two long, horizontal bars, which were borne upon theshoulders of twelve servants.

The Scarecrow and his comrades decided to ride in the Gump, in order to keepup with the swift march of the army; so, as soon as Glinda had started andher soldiers had marched away to the inspiring strains of music played bythe royal band, our friends climbed into the sofas and followed. The Gumpflew along slowly at a point directly over the palanquin in which rode theSorceress.

"Be careful," said the

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248Tin Woodman to the Scarecrow, who was leaning far over the side to look atthe army below. "You might fall."

"It wouldn't matter," remarked the educated Woggle-Bug. "he can't get brokeso long as he is stuffed with money."

"Didn't I ask you" began Tip, in a reproachful voice.

"You did!" said the Woggle-Bug, promptly. "And I beg your pardon. I willreally try to restrain myself."

"You'd better," declared the boy. "That is, if you wish to travel in ourcompany."

"Ah! I couldn't bear to part with you now," murmured the Insect, feelingly;so Tip let the subject drop.

The army moved steadily on, but night had fallen before they came to thewalls of the Emerald City. By the dim light of the new moon, however,Glinda's forces silently surrounded the city and pitched their tents ofscarlet silk upon the greensward. The tent of the Sorceress was larger thanthe others, and was composed of pure white silk, with scarlet banners flyingabove it. A tent was also pitched for the Scarecrow's party; and when thesepreparations had been made, with military precision and quickness, the armyretired to rest.


Great was the amazement of Queen Jinjur next morning when her soldiers camerunning to inform her of the vast army surrounding them. She at once climbedto a high tower of the royal palace and saw banners waving in everydirection and the great white tent of Glinda standing directly before thegates.

"We are surely lost!" cried Jinjur, in despair; "for how can our knitting-needles avail against the long spears and terrible swords of our foes?"

"The best thing we can do," said one of the girls, "is to surrender asquickly as possible, before we get hurt."

"Not so," returned Jinjur, more bravely. "The enemy is still outside thewalls, so we must try to gain time by engaging them in parley. Go you with aflag of truce to Glinda and ask her why she has dared to invade mydominions, and what are her demands."

So the girl passed through the gates, bearing a white flag to show she wason a mission of peace, and came to Glinda's tent. "Tell your Queen," saidthe Sorceress to the girl, "that she must deliver up to me old Mombi, to bemy prisoner. If this is done I will not molest her farther."

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Now when this message was delivered to the Queen it filled her with dismay,for Mombi was her chief counsellor, and Jinjur was terribly afraid of theold hag. But she sent for Mombi, and told her what Glinda had said.

"I see trouble ahead for all of us," muttered the old witch, after glancinginto a magic mirror she carried in her pocket. "But we may even yet escapeby deceiving this sorceress, clever as she thinks herself."

"Don't you think it will be safer for me to deliver you into her hands?"asked Jinjur, nervously.

"If you do, it will cost you the throne of the Emerald City!" answered thewitch, positively. "But if you will let me have my own way, I can save usboth very easily."

"Then do as you please," replied Jinjur, "for it is so aristocratic to be aQueen that I do not wish to be obliged to return home again, to make bedsand wash dishes for my mother."

So Mombi called Jellia Jamb to her, and performed a certain magical ritewith which she was familiar. As a result of the enchantment Jellia took onthe form and features of Mombi, while the old witch grew to resemble thegirl so closely that it seemed impossible anyone could guess the deception.


"Now," said old Mombi to the Queen, "let your soldiers deliver up this girlto Glinda. She will think she has the real Mombi in her power, and so willreturn immediately to her own country in the South."

Therefore Jellia, hobbling along like an aged

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woman, was led from the city gates and taken before Glinda.

"Here is the person you demanded," said one of the guards, "and our Queennow begs you will go away, as you promised, and leave us in peace."

"That I will surely do," replied Glinda, much pleased; "if this is reallythe person she seems to be."

"It is certainly old Mombi," said the guard, who believed she was speakingthe truth; and then Jinjur's soldiers returned within the city's gates.


The Sorceress quickly summoned the Scarecrow and his friends to her tent,and began to question the supposed Mombi about the lost girl Ozma. ButJellia knew nothing at all of this affair, and presently she grew so nervousunder the questioning that she gave way and began to weep, to Glinda's greatastonishment.

"Here is some foolish trickery!" said the Sorceress, her eyes flashing withanger. "This is not Mombi at all, but some other person who has been made toresemble her! Tell me," she demanded, turning to the trembling girl, "whatis your name?"

This Jellia dared not tell, having been threatened with death by the witchif she confessed the fraud. But Glinda, sweet and fair though she was,understood magic better than any other person in the Land of Oz. So, byuttering a few potent words and making a peculiar gesture, she quicklytransformed the girl into her proper shape, while at the same time oldMombi, far away in Jinjur's palace, suddenly resumed her own crooked formand evil features.

"Why, it's Jellia Jamb!" cried the Scarecrow, recognizing in the girl one ofhis old friends.

"It's our interpreter!" said the Pumpkinhead, smiling pleasantly.

Then Jellia was forced to tell of the trick Mombi

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had played and she also begged Glinda's protection, which the Sorceressreadily granted. But Glinda was now really angry, and sent word to Jinjurthat the fraud was discovered and she must deliver up the real Mombi orsuffer terrible consequences. Jinjur was prepared for this message, for thewitch well understood, when her natural form was thrust upon her, thatGlinda had discovered her trickery. But the wicked old creature had alreadythought up a new deception, and had made Jinjur promise to carry it out. Sothe Queen said to Glinda's messenger:

"Tell your mistress that I cannot find Mombi anywhere, but that Glinda iswelcome to enter the

254city and search herself for the old woman. She may also bring her friendswith her, if she likes; but if she does not find Mombi by sundown, theSorceress must promise to go away peaceably and bother us no more."

Glinda agreed to these terms, well knowing that Mombi was somewhere withinthe city walls. So Jinjur caused the gates to be thrown open, and Glindamarched in at the head of a company of soldiers, followed by the Scarecrowand the Tin Woodman, while Jack Pumpkinhead rode astride the Saw-Horse, andthe Educated, Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug sauntered behind in a dignifiedmanner. Tip walked by the side of the Sorceress, for Glinda had conceived agreat liking for the boy.

Of course old Mombi had no intention of being found by Glinda; so, while herenemies were marching up the street, the witch transformed herself into ared rose growing upon a bush in the garden of the palace. It was a cleveridea, and a trick Glinda did not suspect; so several precious hours werespent in a vain search for Mombi.

As sundown approached the Sorceress realized she had been defeated by thesuperior cunning of the aged witch; so she gave the command to her people tomarch out of the city and back to their tents.

The Scarecrow and his comrades happened to be

255searching in the garden of the palace just then, and they turned withdisappointment to obey Glinda's command. But before they left the garden theTin Woodman, who was fond of flowers, chanced to espy a big red rose growingupon a bush; so he plucked the flower and fastened it securely in the tinbuttonhole of his tin bosom.

As he did this he fancied he heard a low moan proceed from the rose; but hepaid no attention to the sound, and Mombi was thus carried out of the cityand into Glinda's camp without anyone having a suspicion that they hadsucceeded in their quest.

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256 The Transformation of Old Mombi

The Witch was at first frightened at finding herself captured by the enemy;but soon she decided that she was exactly as safe in the Tin Woodman'sbutton-hole as growing upon the bush. For no one knew the rose and Mombi tobe one, and now that she was without the gates of the City her chances ofescaping altogether from Glinda were much improved.

"But there is no hurry," thought Mombi. "I will wait awhile and enjoy thehumiliation of this Sorceress when she finds I have outwitted her." Sothroughout the night the rose lay quietly on the Woodman's bosom, and in themorning, when Glinda summoned our friends to a consultation, Nick Choppercarried his pretty flower with him to the white silk tent.

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"For some reason," said Glinda, "we have failed to find this cunning oldMombi; so I fear our expedition will prove a failure. And for that I amsorry, because without our assistance little Ozma will never be rescued andrestored to her rightful position as Queen of the Emerald City"

"Do not let us give up so easily," said the Pumpkinhead. "Let us dosomething else."

"Something else must really be done," replied Glinda, with a smile. "yet Icannot understand how I have been defeated so easily by an old Witch whoknows far less of magic than I do myself."

"While we are on the ground I believe it would be wise for us to conquer theEmerald City for Princess Ozma, and find the girl afterward," said theScarecrow." And while the girl remains hidden I will gladly rule in herplace, for I understand the business of ruling much better than Jinjurdoes."


"But I have promised not to molest Jinjur," objected Glinda.

"Suppose you all return with me to my kingdom -- or Empire, rather," saidthe Tin Woodman, politely including the entire party in a royal wave of hisarm. "It will give me great pleasure to entertain you in my castle, wherethere is room enough and to spare. And if any of you wish to be nickel-plated, my valet will do it free of all expense."

While the Woodman was speaking Glinda's eyes had been noting the rose in hisbutton-hole, and now she imagined she saw the big red leaves of the flowertremble slightly. This quickly aroused her suspicions, and in a moment morethe Sorceress had decided that the seeming rose was nothing else than atransformation of old Mombi. At the same instant Mombi knew she wasdiscovered and must quickly plan an escape, and as transformations were easyto her she immediately took the form of a Shadow and glided along the wallof the tent toward the entrance, thinking thus to disappear.

But Glinda had not only equal cunning, but far more experience than theWitch. So the Sorceress reached the opening of the tent before the Shadow,and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so securely that Mombi couldnot find a crack big

259enough to creep through. The Scarecrow and his friends were greatlysurprised at Glinda's actions; for none of them had noted the Shadow. Butthe Sorceress said to them:

"Remain perfectly quiet, all of you! For the old Witch is even now with usin this tent, and I hope to capture her."

These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly transformed herself from ashadow to a Black Ant, in which shape she crawled along the ground, seekinga crack or crevice in which to hide her tiny body.

Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been pitched, being Just beforethe city gates, was hard and smooth; and while the Ant still crawled about,Glinda discovered it and ran quickly forward to effect its capture But, Justas her hand was descending, the Witch, now fairly frantic with fear, madeher last transformation, and in the form of a huge Griffin sprang throughthe wall of the tent -- tearing the silk asunder in her rush -- and in amoment had darted away with the speed of a whirlwind.

Glinda did not hesitate to follow. She sprang upon the back of the Saw-Horseand cried:

"Now you shall prove that you have a right to be alive! Run -- run -- run!"

The Saw-Horse ran. Like a flash he followed the

260Griffin, his wooden legs moving so fast that they twinkled like the rays ofa star. Before our friends could recover from their surprise both theGriffin and the Saw-Horse had dashed out of sight.

"Come! Let us follow!" cried the Scarecrow.

They ran to the place where the Gump was lying and quickly tumbled aboard.

"Fly!" commanded Tip, eagerly.

"Where to?" asked the Gump, in its calm voice.

"I don't know," returned Tip, who was very nervous at the delay; "but if youwill mount into the air I think we can discover which way Glinda has gone."

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"Very well," returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great wings andmounted high into the air.

Far away, across the meadows, they could now see two tiny specks, speedingone after the other; and they knew these specks must be the Griffin and theSaw-Horse. So Tip called the Gump's attention to them and bade the creaturetry to overtake the Witch and the Sorceress. But, swift as was the Gump'sflight, the pursued and pursuer moved more swiftly yet, and within a fewmoments were blotted out against the dim horizon.

"Let us continue to follow them, nevertheless," said the Scarecrow. "for theLand of Oz is of small extent, and sooner or later they must both come to ahalt."

Old Mombi had thought herself very wise to choose the form of a Griffin, forits legs were exceedingly fleet and its strength more enduring than that ofother animals. But she had not reckoned on the untiring energy of the Saw-Horse, whose wooden limbs could run for days without slacking their speed.Therefore, after an hour's hard running, the Griffin's breath began to fail,and it panted and gasped painfully, and moved more slowly than before. Thenit reached the edge of the desert and began racing across the deep sands.But its tired feet sank far

262into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward, completelyexhausted, and lay still upon the desert waste.

Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous Saw-Horse; andhaving unwound a slender golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress threwit over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so destroyed themagical power of Mombi's transformation.

For the animal, with one fierce shudder, disappeared from view, while in itsplace was discovered the form of the old Witch, glaring savagely at theserene and beautiful face of the Sorceress.

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"You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any longer,"said Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice. "Lie still a moment, and restyourself, and then I will carry you back to my tent."

"Why do you seek me?" asked Mombi, still scarce able to speak plainly forlack of breath. "What have I done to you, to be so persecuted?"

"You have done nothing to me," answered the gentle Sorceress; "but I suspectyou have been guilty of several wicked actions; and if I find it is truethat you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend to punish youseverely."

"I defy you!" croaked the old hag. "You dare not harm me!"

Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted upon the desert sands besideGlinda. Our friends

265were delighted to find that Mombi had finally been captured, and after ahurried consultation it was decided they should all return to the camp inthe Gump. So the Saw-Horse was tossed aboard, and then Glinda still holdingan end of the golden thread that was around Mombi's neck, forced herprisoner to climb into the sofas. The others now followed, and Tip gave theword to the Gump to return.

The Journey was made in safety, Mombi sitting in her place with a grim andsullen air; for the old hag was absolutely helpless so long as the magicalthread encircled her throat. The army hailed Glinda's return with loudcheers, and the party of friends soon gathered again in the royal tent,which had been neatly repaired during their absence.

"Now," said the Sorceress to Mombi, "I want you to tell us why the WonderfulWizard of Oz paid you three visits, and what became of the child, Ozma,which so curiously disappeared."

The Witch looked at Glinda defiantly, but said not a word.

"Answer me!" cried the Sorceress.

But still Mombi remained silent.

"Perhaps she doesn't know," remarked Jack.

"I beg you will keep quiet," said Tip. "You might spoil everything with yourfoolishness."


"Very well, dear father!" returned the Pumpkinhead, meekly.

"How glad I am to be a Woggle-Bug!" murmured the Highly Magnified Insect,softly. "No one can expect wisdom to flow from a pumpkin."

"Well," said the Scarecrow, "what shall we do to make Mombi speak? Unlessshe tells us what we wish to know her capture will do us no good at all."

"Suppose we try kindness," suggested the Tin Woodman. "I've heard thatanyone can be conquered with kindness, no matter how ugly they may be."

At this the Witch turned to glare upon him so horribly that the Tin Woodmanshrank back abashed.

Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned toMombi and said:

"You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I amdetermined to learn the truth about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell meall that you know, I will certainly put you to death."

"Oh, no! Don't do that!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "It would be an awfulthing to kill anyone -- even old Mombi!"

"But it is merely a threat," returned Glinda. "I shall not put Mombi todeath, because she will prefer to tell me the truth."

"Oh, I see!" said the tin man, much relieved.


"Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,". said Mombi, speaking sosuddenly that she startled them all. "What will you do with me then?"

"In that case," replied Glinda, "I shall merely ask you to drink a powerfuldraught which will cause you to forget all the magic you have ever learned."

"Then I would become a helpless old woman!"

"But you would be alive," suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly.

"Do try to keep silent!" said Tip, nervously.

"I'll try," responded Jack; "but you will admit that it's a good thing to bealive."

"Especially if one happens to be Thoroughly Educated," added the Woggle-Bug,nodding approval.

"You may make your choice," Glinda said to old Mombi, "between death if youremain silent, and the loss of your magical powers if you tell me the truth.But I think you will prefer to live.

Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was inearnest, and not to be trifled with. So she replied, slowly:

"I will answer your questions."

"That is what I expected," said Glinda, pleasantly. "You have chosen wisely,I assure you."

She then motioned to one of her Captains, who brought her a beautiful goldencasket. From this

268the Sorceress drew an immense white pearl, attached to a slender chain whichshe placed around her neck in such a way that the pearl rested upon herbosom, directly over her heart.

"Now," said she, "I will ask my first question: Why did the Wizard pay youthree visits?"

"Because I would not come to him," answered Mombi.

"That is no answer," said Glinda, sternly. "Tell me the truth."

"Well," returned Mombi, with downcast eyes, "he visited me to learn the wayI make tea-biscuits."

"Look up!" commanded the Sorceress.

Mombi obeyed.

"What is the color of my pearl?" demanded Glinda.

"Why -- it is black!" replied the old Witch, in a tone of wonder.

"Then you have told me a falsehood!" cried Glinda, angrily. "Only when thetruth is spoken will my magic pearl remain a pure white in color."

Mombi now saw how useless it was to try to deceive the Sorceress; so shesaid, meanwhile scowling at her defeat:

"The Wizard brought to me the girl Ozma, who was then no more than a baby,and begged me to conceal the child."


"That is what I thought," declared Glinda, calmly. "What did he give you forthus serving him?"

"He taught me all the magical tricks he knew. Some were good tricks, andsome were only frauds; but I have remained faithful to my promise."

"What did you do with the girl?" asked Glinda; and at this question everyonebent forward and listened eagerly for the reply.

"I enchanted her," answered Mombi.

"In what way?"

"I transformed her into -- into -- "

"Into what?" demanded Glinda, as the Witch hesitated.

"Into a boy!" said Mombi, in a low tone."

A boy!" echoed every voice; and then, because they knew that this old womanhad reared Tip from childhood, all eyes were turned to where the boy stood.

"Yes," said the old Witch, nodding her head; "that is the Princess Ozma --the child brought to me by the Wizard who stole her father's throne. That isthe rightful ruler of the Emerald City!" and she pointed her long bonyfinger straight at the boy.

"I!" cried Tip, in amazement. "Why, I'm no Princess Ozma -- I'm not a girl!"

Glinda smiled, and going to Tip she took his small brown hand within herdainty white one.

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"You are not a girl just now" said she, gently, "because Mombi transformedyou into a boy. But you were born a girl, and also a Princess; so you mustresume your proper form, that you may become Queen of the Emerald City."

"Oh, let Jinjur be the Queen!" exclaimed Tip, ready to cry. "I want to staya boy, and travel with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and the Woggle-Bug, and Jack -- yes! and my friend the Saw-Horse -- and the Gump! I don'twant to be a girl!"

"Never mind, old chap," said the Tin Woodman, soothingly; "it don't hurt tobe a girl, I'm told; and we will all remain your faithful friends just thesame. And, to be honest with you, I've always considered girls nicer thanboys."

"They're just as nice, anyway," added the Scarecrow, patting Tipaffectionately upon the head.

"And they are equally good students," proclaimed the Woggle-Bug. "I shouldlike to become your tutor, when you are transformed into a girl again."

"But -- see here!" said Jack Pumpkinhead, with a gasp: "if you become agirl, you can't be my dear father any more!"

"No," answered Tip, laughing in spite of his anxiety. "and I shall not besorry to escape the relationship." Then he added, hesitatingly, as he turnedto

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Glinda: "I might try it for awhile,-just to see how it seems, you know. Butif I don't like being a girl you must promise to change me into a boyagain."

"Really," said the Sorceress, "that is beyond my magic. I never deal intransformations, for they are not honest, and no respectable sorceress likesto make things appear to be what they are not. Only unscrupulous witches usethe art, and therefore I must ask Mombi to effect your release from hercharm, and restore you to your proper form. It will be the last opportunityshe will have to practice magic."


Now that the truth about Princes Ozma had been discovered, Mombi did notcare what became of Tip; but she feared Glinda's anger, and the boygenerously promised to provide for Mombi in her old age if he became theruler of the Emerald City. So the Witch consented to effect thetransformation, and preparations for the event were at once made.

Glinda ordered her own royal couch to be placed in the center of the tent.It was piled high with cushions covered with rose-colored silk, and from agolden railing above hung many folds of pink gossamer, completely concealingthe interior of the couch.

The first act of the Witch was to make the boy drink a potion which quicklysent him into a deep and dreamless sleep. Then the Tin Woodman and theWoggle-Bug bore him gently to the couch, placed him upon the soft cushions,and drew the gossamer hangings to shut him from all earthly view.

The Witch squatted upon the ground and kindled a tiny fire of dried herbs,which she drew from her bosom. When the blaze shot up and burned clearly oldMombi scattered a handful of magical powder over the fire, which straightwaygave off a rich violet vapor, filling all the tent with its fragrance andforcing the Saw-Horse to sneeze -- although he had been warned to keepquiet.

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Then, while the others watched her curiously, the hag chanted a rhythmicalverse in words which no one understood, and bent her lean body seven timesback and forth over the fire. And now the incantation seemed complete, forthe Witch stood upright and cried the one word "Yeowa!" in a loud voice.

The vapor floated away; the atmosphere became, clear again; a whiff of freshair filled the tent, and the pink curtains of the couch trembled slightly,as if stirred from within.

Glinda walked to the canopy and parted the silken hangings. Then she bentover the cushions, reached out her hand, and from the couch arose the formof a young girl, fresh and beautiful as a May morning. Her eyes sparkled astwo diamonds, and her lips were tinted like a tourmaline. All adown her backfloated tresses of ruddy gold, with a slender jeweled circlet confining themat the brow. Her robes of silken gauze floated around her like a cloud, anddainty satin slippers shod her feet.

At this exquisite vision Tip's old comrades stared in wonder for the spaceof a full minute, and then every head bent low in honest admiration of thelovely Princess Ozma. The girl herself cast one look into Glinda's brightface, which glowed with pleasure and satisfaction, and then turned upon the

276others. Speaking the words with sweet diffidence, she said:

"I hope none of you will care less for me than you did before. I'm just thesame Tip, you know; only -- only -- "

"Only you're different!" said the Pumpkinhead; and everyone thought it wasthe wisest speech he had ever made.

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When the wonderful tidings reached the ears of Queen Jinjur -- how Mombi theWitch had been captured; how she had confessed her crime to Glinda; and howthe long-lost Princess Ozma had been discovered in no less a personage thanthe boy Tip -- she wept real tears of grief and despair.

"To think," she moaned, "that after having ruled as Queen, and lived in apalace, I must go back to scrubbing floors and churning butter again! It istoo horrible to think of! I will never consent!"

So when her soldiers, who spent most of their time making fudge in thepalace kitchens, counseled Jinjur to resist, she listened to their foolishprattle and sent a sharp defiance to Glinda the Good and the Princess Ozma.The result was a declaration of war, and the very next day Glinda marchedupon the Emerald City with pennants flying and bands playing,

279and a forest of shining spears, sparkling brightly beneath the sun's rays.

But when it came to the walls this brave assembly made a sudden halt; forJinjur had closed and barred every gateway, and the walls of the EmeraldCity were builded high and thick with many blocks of green marble. Findingher advance thus baffled, Glinda bent her brows in deep thought, while theWoggle-Bug said, in his most positive tone:

"We must lay siege to the city, and starve it into submission. It is theonly thing we can do."

"Not so," answered the Scarecrow. "We still have the Gump, and the Gump canstill fly"

The Sorceress turned quickly at this speech, and her face now wore a brightsmile.

"You are right," she exclaimed, "and certainly have reason to be proud ofyour brains. Let us go to the Gump at once!"

So they passed through the ranks of the army until they came to the place,near the Scarecrow's tent, where the Gump lay. Glinda and Princess Ozmamounted first, and sat upon the sofas. Then the Scarecrow and his friendsclimbed aboard, and still there was room for a Captain and three soldiers,which Glinda considered sufficient for a guard.

Now, at a word from the Princess, the queer

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Thing they had called the Gump flopped its palm-leaf wings and rose into theair, carrying the party of adventurers high above the walls. They hoveredover the palace, and soon perceived Jinjur reclining in a hammock in thecourtyard, where she was comfortably reading a novel with a green cover andeating green chocolates, confident that the walls would protect her from herenemies. Obeying a quick command, the Gump alighted safely in this verycourtyard, and before Jinjur had time to do more than scream, the Captainand three soldiers

281leaped out and made the former Queen a prisoner, locking strong chains uponboth her wrists.

That act really ended the war; for the Army of Revolt submitted as soon asthey knew Jinjur to be a captive, and the Captain marched in safety throughthe streets and up to the gates of the city, which she threw wide open. Thenthe bands played their most stirring music while Glinda's army marched intothe city, and heralds proclaimed the conquest of the audacious Jinjur andthe accession of the beautiful Princess Ozma to the throne of her royalancestors.

At once the men of the Emerald City cast off their aprons. And it is saidthat the women were so tired eating of their husbands' cooking that they

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282all hailed the conquest of Jinjur with Joy. Certain it is that, rushing oneand all to the kitchens of their houses, the good wives prepared sodelicious a feast for the weary men that harmony was immediately restored inevery family.

Ozma's first act was to oblige the Army of Revolt to return to her everyemerald or other gem stolen from the public streets and buildings; and sogreat was the number of precious stones picked from their settings by thesevain girls, that every one of the royal jewelers worked steadily for morethan a month to replace them in their settings.

Meanwhile the Army of Revolt was disbanded and the girls sent home to theirmothers. On promise of good behavior Jinjur was likewise released.

Ozma made the loveliest Queen the Emerald City had ever known; and, althoughshe was so young and inexperienced, she ruled her people with wisdom andJustice. For Glinda gave her good advice on all occasions; and the Woggle-Bug, who was appointed to the important post of Public Educator, was quitehelpful to Ozma when her royal duties grew perplexing.

The girl, in her gratitude to the Gump for its services, offered thecreature any reward it might name.


"Then," replied the Gump, "please take me to pieces. I did not wish to bebrought to life, and I am greatly ashamed of my conglomerate personality.Once I was a monarch of the forest, as my antlers fully prove; but now, inmy present upholstered condition of servitude, I am compelled to fly throughthe air -- my legs being of no use to me whatever. Therefore I beg to bedispersed."

So Ozma ordered the Gump taken apart. The antlered head was again hung overthe mantle-piece in the hall, and the sofas were untied and placed in thereception parlors. The broom tail resumed its accustomed duties in thekitchen, and finally, the Scarecrow replaced all the clotheslines and ropeson the pegs from which he had taken them on the eventful day when the Thingwas constructed.

You might think that was the end of the Gump; and so it was, as a flying-machine. But the head over the mantle-piece continued to talk whenever ittook a notion to do so, and it frequently startled, with its abruptquestions, the people who waited in the hall for an audience with the Queen.

The Saw-Horse, being Ozma's personal property, was tenderly cared for; andoften she rode the queer creature along the streets of the Emerald City. Shehad its wooden legs shod with gold, to keep them

284from wearing out, and the tinkle of these golden shoes upon the pavementalways filled the Queen's subjects with awe as they thought upon thisevidence of her magical powers.

"The Wonderful Wizard was never so wonderful as Queen Ozma," the people saidto one another, in whispers; "for he claimed to do many things he could notdo; whereas our new Queen does many things no one would ever expect her toaccomplish."

Jack Pumpkinhead remained with Ozma to the end of his days; and he did notspoil as soon as he had feared, although he always remained as stupid asever. The Woggle-Bug tried to teach him several arts and sciences; but Jackwas so poor a student that any attempt to educate him was soon abandoned.

After Glinda's army had marched back home, and peace was restored to theEmerald City, the Tin Woodman announced his intention to return to his ownKingdom of the Winkies.

"It isn't a very big Kingdom," said he to Ozma, "but for that very reason itis easier to rule; and I have called myself an Emperor because I am anAbsolute Monarch, and no one interferes in any way with my conduct of publicor personal affairs. When I get home I shall have a new coat of nickelplate; for I have become somewhat marred and scratched lately;

285and then I shall be glad to have you pay me a visit."

"Thank you," replied Ozma. "Some day I may accept the invitation. But whatis to become of the Scarecrow?"

"I shall return with my friend the Tin Woodman," said the stuffed one,seriously. "We have decided never to be parted in the future."

"And I have made the Scarecrow my Royal Treasurer," explained the TinWoodman." For it has occurred to me that it is a good thing to have a RoyalTreasurer who is made of money. What do you think?"

"I think," said the little Queen, smiling, "that your friend must be therichest man in all the world."

"I am," returned the Scarecrow. "but not on account of my money. For Iconsider brains far superior to money, in every way. You may have noticedthat if one has money without brains, he cannot use it to advantage; but ifone has brains without money, they will enable him to live comfortably tothe end of his days."

"At the same time," declared the Tin Woodman, "you must acknowledge that agood heart is a thing that brains can not create, and that money can notbuy. Perhaps, after all, it is I who am the richest man in all the world."


"You are both rich, my friends," said Ozma, gently; "and your riches are theonly riches worth having -- the riches of content!"

The End