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The Land of Oz 
John Dough and The Cherub 

Each elaborately illustrated in colors 
and black-and-white by 



A Record of Her Adventures with Dorothy Gale of 

Kansas, the Yellow Hen, the Scarecrow, the Tin 

Woodman, Tiktok, the Cowardly Lion and 

the Hungry Tiger; Besides Other Good 

People too Numerous to Mention 

Faithfully Recorded Herein 








Copyright , igor > by 








I. The Girl in the Chicken Coop - 1 3 

II. The Yellow Hen 24 

III. Letters in the Sand ... - 3 7 

IV. Tiktok. the. Machine Man - - 49 

V. Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail - 64 

VI. The Heads of Langwidere - - 76 

VII. Ozma of Oz to the Rescue - - 1 1 

VIII. The Hungry Tiger - - 117 


IX. The Royal" P^rnily of E.\' 

X. The Giant HjifajtnfeF' : - 

... .-. 
XI. The Nome 


XII. The Eleven 
XIII. The Nome King 

XIV. Dorothy Tries to be Brave - 191 

XV. Billina Frightens the Nome King 205 

XVI. Purple, Green and Gold - - 216 

XVII. The Scarecrow Wins the Fight 226 

XVIII. The Fate of the Tin Woodman 235 
XIX. The King of Ev 

XX. The Emerald City 

XXI. Dorothy's Magic Eelt 

Author's Note 

My friends the children are responsible for this new "Oz 
Book," as they were for the last one, which was called The 
Land of Oz. Their sweet little letters plead to know "more 
about Dorothy"; and they ask; "What became of the Cow- 
ardly Lion?" and "What did Ozma do afterward? " mean- 
ing, of course, after she became the Ruler of Oz. And some 
of them suggest plots to me, saying: " Please have Dorothy 
go to the Land of Oz again"; or, "Why don't you make 
Ozma and Dorothy meet, and have a good time together?" 
Indeed, could I do all that my little friends ask, I would be 
obliged to write dozens of books to satisfy their demands. 
And I wish I could, for I enjoy writing these stories just as 
much as the children say they enjoy reading them. 

Well, here is "more about Dorothy," and about our old 
friends the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and about the 
Cowardly Lion, and Ozma, and all the rest of them; and here, 
likewise, is a good deal about some new folks that are queer 
and unusual. One little friend, who read this 'story before it 
was printed, said to me: " Billina is real Ozzv, Mr. Baum, 
and so are Tiktok and the Hungry Tiger." 

If this judgment is unbiased and correct, and the little 
folks find this new story "real Ozzy," I shall be very glad 
indeed that I wrote it. But perhaps I shall get some more of 
those very welcome letters from my readers, telling me just 
how they like "Ozma of Oz." I hope so, anyway. 


MACATAWA, 1907. 

The Girl i> $* Cmcken Coop 

w i n d b 1 e w hard arid ' J 
joggled the water, of- the 
ocean, sending rippl'cVl 
across its surface. Then the 
wind pushed the edges of the 
ripples until they becam'e waves, 
and shoved the waves around/un- 
til they became billows. The bil- 
lows rolled jlrelidfully hign: higher 
even than the" tops of houses. Some of - 
them, indeed, rolled 4s high 'as the^tops 
of tall trees, and ^seemed ,h'ke 
and the gulfs between tht/great billows/\ 
like deep valleys. 

All this mad dashing and spla 
waters of the big ocean, which tte mis 

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wind caused without any good reason whatever, 
resulted in a terrible storm, and a storm on the 
ocean is liable to cut many queer pranks and do a 
lot of damage. 

At the time the wind began to blow, a ship was 
sailing far out upon the waters. When the waves 
began to tumble and toss and to grow bigger and 
bigger the ship rolled up and down, and tipped 
sidewise first one way and then the other and was 
jostled around so roughly that even the sailor-men 
had to hold fast to the ropes and railings to keep 
themselves from being swept away by the wind or 
pitched headlong into the sea. 

And the clouds were so thick in the sky that the 
sunlight couldn't get through them; so that the day 
grew dark as night, which added to the terrors of 
the storm. 

The Captain of the ship was not afraid, because 
he had seen storms before, and had sailed his ship 
through them in safety; but he knew that his pas- 
sengers would be in danger if they tried to stay on 
deck, so he put them all into the cabin and told 
them to stay there until after the storm was over, 
and to keep brave hearts and not be scared, and 
all would be well with them. 

Now, among these passengers was a little Kansas 


The Girl in the Chicken-Coop 

girl named Dorothy Gale, who was going with her 
Uncle Henry to Australia, to visit some relatives they 
had never before seen. Uncle Henry, you must 
know, was not very well, because he had been work- 
ing so hard on his Kansas farm that his health had 
given way and left him weak and nervous. So he left 
Aunt Em at home to watch after the hired men and 
to take care of the farm, while he traveled far away 
to Australia to visit his cousins and have a good 

Dorothy was eager to go with him on this jour- 
ney, and Uncle Henry thought she would be good 
company and help cheer him up; so he decided to 
take her along. The little girl was quite an ex- 
perienced traveller, for she had once been carried 
by a cyclone as far away from home as the marvelous 
Land of Oz, and she had met with a good many 
adventures in that strange country before she man- 
aged to get back to Kansas again. So she wasn't 
easily frightened, whatever happened, and when the 
wind began to howl and whistle, and the waves 
began to tumble and toss, our little girl didn't mind 
the uproar the least bit. 

"Of course we'll have to stay in the cabin," she 
said to Uncle Henry and ihe other passengers, "and 
keep as quiet as possible until the storm is over. 


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For the Captain says if we go on deck we may be 
blown overboard." 

No one wanted to risk such an accident as that, 
you may be sure; so all the passengers stayed hud- 
dled up in the dark cabin, listening to the shrieking 
of the storm and the creaking of the masts and rig- 
ging and trying to keep from bumping into one 
another when the ship tipped sidewise. 

Dorothy had almost fallen asleep when she was 
aroused with a start to find that Uncle Henry was 
missing. She couldn't imagine where he had gone, 
and as he was not very strong she began to worry 
about him, and to fear he might have been careless 
enough to go on deck. In that case he would be in 
great danger unless he instantly came down again. 

The fact was that Uncle Henry had gone to lie 
down in his little sleeping-berth, but Dorothy did 
not know that. She only remembered that Aunt 
Em had cautioned her to take good care of her 
uncle, so at once she decided to go on deck and find 
him, in spite of the fact that the tempest was now 
worse than ever, and the ship was plunging in a 
really dreadful manner. Indeed, the little girl found 
it was as much as she could do to mount the stairs 
to the deck, and as soon as she got there the wind 
struck her so fiercely that it almost tore away the 




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skirts of her dress. Yet Dorothy felt a sort of 
joyous excitement in defying the storm, and while 
she held fast to the railing she peered around through 
the gloom and thought she saw the dim form of a 
man clinging to a mast not faraway from her. This 
might be her uncle, so she called as loudly as she 

"Uncle Henry ! Uncle Henry !" 

But the wind screeched and howled so madly 
that she scarce heard her own voice, and the man 
certainly failed to hear her, for he did not move. 

Dorothy decided she must go to him; so she made 
a dash forward, during a lull in the storm, to where 
a big square chicken-coop had been lashed to the 
deck with ropes. She reached this place in safety, 
but no sooner had she seized fast hold of the slats of 
the big box in which the chickens were kept than 
the wind, as if enraged because the little girl dared 
to resist its power, suddenly redoubled its fury. 
With a scream like that of an angry giant it tore 
away the ropes that held the coop and lifted it high 
into the air, with Dorothy still clinging to the slats. 
Around and over it whirled, this way and that, and 
a few moments later the chicken-coop dropped far 
away into the sea, where the big waves caught it 
and slid it up-hill to a foaming crest and then down- 


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hill into a deep valley, as it it were nothing more 
than a plaything to keep them amused. 

Dorothy had a good ducking, you may be sure, 
but she didn't loose her presence of mind even for 
a second. She kept tight hold of the stout slats 
and as soon as she could get the water out of her 
eyes she saw that the wind had ripped the cover 
from the coop, and the poor chickens were flutter- 
ing away in every direction, being blown by the 
wind until they looked like feather dusters without 
handles. The bottom of the coop was made of 
thick boards, so Dorothy found she was clinging to 
a sort of raft, with sides of slats, which readily bore 
up her weight. After coughing the water out of 
her throat and getting her breath again, she managed 
to climb over the slats and stand upon the firm 
wooden bottom of the coop, which supported her 
easily enough. 

"Why, I've got a ship ot my own! ' she thought, 
more amused than frightened at her sudden change 
of condition; and then, as the coop climbed up to 
the top ot a big wave, she looked eagerly around 
for the ship from which she had been blown. 

It was far, far away, by this time. Perhaps no 
one on board had yet missed her, or knew ot her 
strange adventure. Down into a valley between 


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the waves the coop swept her, and when she climbed 
another crest the ship looked like a toy boat, it was 
such a long way off. Soon it had entirely disap- 
peared in the gloom, and then Dorothy gave a sigh 
of regret at parting with Uncle Henry and began 
to wonder what was going to happen to her next. 

Just now she was tossing on the bosom of a big 
ocean, with nothing to keep her afloat but a miser- 
able wooden hen-coop that had a plank bottom and 
slatted sides,' through which the water constantly 
splashed and wetted her through to the skin! And 
there was nothing to eat when she became hungry- 
as she was sure to do before long and no fresh 
water to drink and no dry clothes to put on. 

"Well, I declare!' she exclaimed, with a laugh. 
"You're in a pretty fix, Dorothy Gale, I can tell 
you! and I haven't the least idea how you're going 
to get out of it! ' 

As if to add to her troubles the night was now 
creeping on, and the gray clouds overhead changed 
to inky blackness. But the wind, as if satisfied at 
last with its mischievous pranks, stopped blowing 
this ocean and hurried away to another part of the 
world to blow something else; so that the waves, 
not being joggled any more, began to quiet down 
and behave themselves. 



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It was lucky for Dorothy, I think, that the storm 
subsided; otherwise, brave though she was, I fear she 
might have perished. Many children, in her place, 
would have wept and given way to despair; but 
because Dorothy had encountered so many adven- 
tures and come safely through them it did not occur 
to her at this time to be especially afraid. She was 
wet and uncomfortable, it is true; but, after sighing 
that one sigh I told you of, she managed to recall 
some of her customary cheerfulness and decided to 
patiently await whatever her fate might be. 

By and by the black clouds rolled away and 
showed a blue sky overhead, with a silver moon 
shining sweetly in the middle of it and little stars 
winking merrily at Dorothy when she looked their 
way. The coop did not toss around any more, but 
rode the waves more gently almost like a cradle 
rocking so that the floor upon which Dorothy 
stood was no longer swept by water coming through 
the slats. Seeing this, and being quite exhausted by 
the excitement of the past few hours, the little girl 
decided that sleep would be the best thing to restore 
her strength and the easiest way in which she could 
pass the time. The floor was damp and she was her- 
self wringing wet, but fortunately this was a warm 
climate and she did not feel at all cold. 


The Girl in the Chicken-Coop 

So she sat down in a corner of the coop, leaned 
her back against the slats, nodded at the friendly 
stars before she closed her eyes, and was asleep in 
half a minute. 


strange noise awoke 
Dorothy, who opened her 
eyes to find that day had 
dawned and the sun was 
shining brightly in a clear sky. 
She had been dreaming that she 
was back in Kansas aga n, and 
playing in the old barn-yard with 
the calves and pigs and chickens all 
around her; and at first, as she rubbed 
the sleep from her eyes, she really imag- 
ined she was there. 

"Kut-kut-kut, ka-daw-kut! Kut-kut- 
kut, ka-daw-kut!' 

Ah; here again was the strange noise that had 
awakened her. Surely it was a hen cackling 


The Yellow Hen 

But her wide-open eyes hrst saw, through the slats 
of the coop, the blue waves of the ocean, now calm 
and placid, and her thoughts flew back to the past 
night, so full of danger and discomfort. Also she 
began to remember that she was a waif of the 
storm, adrift upon a treacherous and unknown sea. 

" Kut-kut-kut, ka-daw-w-w kut! " 

"What's that?" cried Dorothy, starting to her feet. 

"Why, I've just laid an egg, that's all," replied a 
small, but sharp and distinct voice, and looking 
around her the little girl discovered a yellow hen 
squatting in the opposite corner of the coop. 

"Dear me!' she exclaimed, in surprise; "have 
you been here all night, too ? ' 

"Of course," answered the hen, fluttering her 
wings and yawning. "When the coop blew away 
from the ship I clung fast to this corner, with claws 
and beak, for I knew if I fell into the water I'd 
surely be drowned. Indeed, I nearly drowned, as 
it was, with all that water washing over me. I 
never was so wet before in my life! 

"Yes," agreed Dorothy, "it was pretty wet, for a 
time, I know. But do you feel comfor'ble now?' 

"Not very. The sun has helped to dry my 
feathers, as it has your dress, and I feel better since 
I laid my morning egg. But what's to become of 


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us, I should like to know, afloat on this big pond?" 

"I'd like to know that, too," said Dorothy. "But, 
tell me; how does it happen that you are able to 
talk? I thought hens could only cluck and cackle." 

"Why, as for that," answered the yellow hen 
thoughtfully, "I've clucked and cackled all my life, 
and never spoken a word before this morning, that 
I can remember. But when you asked a question, 
a minute ago, it seemed the most natural thing in 
the world to answer you. So I spoke, and I seem 
to keep on speaking, just as you and other human 
beings do. Strange, isn't it?" 

"Very," replied Dorothy. "If we were in the 
Land of Oz, I wouldn't think it so queer, because 
many of the animals can talk in that fairy country. 
But out here in the ocean must be a good long way 
from Oz." 

"How is my grammar?' asked the yellow hen, 
anxiously. "Do I speak quite properly, in your 
judgment? ' 

"Yes," said Dorothy, "you do very well, for a 

"I'm glad to know that," continued the yellow 
hen, in a confidential tone; "because, if one is going 
to talk, it's best to talk correctly. The red rooster 
has often said that my cluck and my cackle were 


The Yellow Hen 

quite perfect; and now it's a comfort to know I 
am talking properly." 

"I'm beginning to get hungry," remarked 
Dorothy. "It's breakfast time; but there's no 

"You may have my egg," said the yellow hen. 
"I don't care for it, you know." 

"Don't you want to hatch it?' 1 "asked the little 


girl, in surprise. 

"No, indeed; I never care to hatch eggs unless 
I've a nice snug nest, in some quiet place, with a 
baker's dozen of eggs under me. That's thirteen, 
you know, and it's a lucky number for hens. So 
you may as well cat this egg." 

"Oh, I couldn't possb/y eat it, unless it was 
cooked," exclaimed Dorothy. "But I'm much 
obliged for your kindness, just the same." 

"Don't mention it, my dear," answered the hen, 
calmlv, and began pruning her feathers. 

For a moment Dorothy stood looking out over 
the wide sea. She was still thinking of the egg, 
though; so presently she asked: 

"Why do you lay eggs, when you don't expect 
to hatch them ? ' 

"It's a habit I have," replied the yellow hen. "It 
has always been my pride to lay a fresh egg every 


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morning, except when I'm moulting. I never 
feel like having my morning cackle till the egg is 
properly laid, and without the chance to cackle I 
would not be happy." 

"It's strange," said the girl, reflectively; "But as 
I'm not a hen I can't be 'spected to understand 

"Certainly not, my dear." 

Then Dorothy fell silent again. The yellow hen 
was some company, and a bit of comfort, too; but 
it was dreadfully lonely out on the big ocean, 

After a time the hen flew up and perched upon 
the topmost slat of the coop, which was a little above 
Dorothy's head when she was sitting upon the bot- 
tom, as she had been doing tor some moments past. 

"Whv, we are not far from land!" exclaimed the 

"Where? Where is it?" cried Dorothy, jumping 
up in great excitement. 

"Over there a little way," answered the hen, nod- 
ding her head in a certain direction. "We seem to 
to be drifting toward it, so that before noon we 
ought to find ourselves upon dry land again." 

"I shall like that!-' said Dorothy, with a little 
sigh, for her feet and legs were still wetted now and 



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then by the sea-water that came through the open 

"So shall 1," answered her companion. "There 
is nothing in the world so miserable as a wet hen/' 

The land, which they seemed to be rapidly ap- 
proaching, since it grew more distinct every minute, 
was quite beautiful as viewed by the little girl in the 
floating hen-coop. Next to the water was a broad 
beach of white sand and gravel, and farther back 
were several rocky hills, while beyond these appeared 
a strip of green .trees that marked the edge of a 
forest. But there were no houses to be seen, nor 
any sign of people who might inhabit this unknown 

"I hope we shall find something to eat," said 
Dorothy, looking eagerly at the pretty beach toward 
which they drifted. "It's long past breakfast time, 

"I'm a trifle hungry, myself," declared the yellow 

"Why don't you eat the egg?" asked the child. 
"You don't need to have your food cooked, as I do." 

"Do you take me for a cannibal?" cried the hen, 
indignantly. "I do not know what I have said or 
done that leads you to insult me!' 

"I beg your pardon, I'm sure Mrs. Mrs by the 


The Yellow Hen 

way, may I inquire your name, ma'am?" asked the 
little girl. 

"My name is Bill," said the yellow hen, some- 
what gruffly. 

"Bill! Why, that's a boy's name." 

"What difference does that make?' 

"You 're a lady hen, are n't you?' 

"Of course. But when I was first hatched out 
no one could tell whether I was going to be a hen 
or a rooster; so the little boy at the farm where I 
was born called me Bill, and made a pet of me 
because I was the only yellow chicken in the whole 
brood. When I grew up, and he found that I 
didn't crow and tight, as all the roosters do, he did 
not think to change my name, and every creature 
in the barn-yard, as well as the people in the house, 
knew me as 'Bill.' So Bill I've always been called, 
and Bill is my name." 


"But it's all wrong, you know," declared Dorothy, 
earnestly; "and, it you don't mind, I shall call you 
'Billina.' Putting the 'eena' on the end makes it a 
girl's name, you see." 

"Oh, I don't mind it in the least," returned the 
yellow hen. "It doesn't matter at all what you call 
me, so long as I know the name means me" 

"Very well, Billina. My name is Dorothy Gale 


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just Dorothy to my friends and Miss Gale to stran- 
gers. You may call me Dorothy, it you like. We're 
getting very near the shore. Do you suppose it is 
too deep for me to wade the rest of the way?' 

"Wait a few minutes longer. The sunshine is 
warm and pleasant, and we are in no hurry." 

"But my feet are all wet and soggy," said the girl. 
"My dress is dry enough, but 1 won't feel real com- 
for'ble till I get my feet dried." 

She waited, however, as the hen advised, and be- 
fore long the big wooden coop grated gently on 
the sandy beach and the dangerous voyage was over. 

It did not take the castaways long to reach the 
shore, you may be sure. The yellow hen flew to 
the sands at once, but Dorothy had to climb over 
the high slats. Still, for a country girl, that was not 
much of a feat, and as soon as she was safe ashore 
Dorothy drew off her wet shoes and stockings and 
spread them upon the sun-warmed beach to dry. 

Then she sat down and watched Billina, who was 
pick -pecking away with her sharp bill in the sand 
and gravel, which she scratched up and turned over 
with her strong claws. 

"What are you doing?" asked Dorothy. 

"Getting my breakfast, of course," murmured the 
hen, busily pecking away. 



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"What do you find?" inquired the girl, curiously. 

"Oh, some fat red ants, and some sand-bugs, and 
once in a while a tiny crab. They are very sweet 
and nice, I assure you." 

"How dreadful !' exclaimed Dorothy, in a 
shocked voice. 

"What is dreadful?' asked the hen, lifting her 
head to gaze with one bright eye at her companion. 

"Why, eating live things, and horrid bugs, and 
crawly ants. You ought to be "shamed of yourselt! ' 

"Goodness me!" returned the hen, in a puzzled 
tone; "how queer you are, Dorothy! Live things 
are much fresher and more wholesome than dead 
ones, and you humans eat all sorts of dead creatures." 

"We don't!" said Dorothy. 

"You do, indeed," answered Billina. "You eat 
lambs and sheep and cows and pigs and even chickens." 

"But we cook 'em," said Dorothy, triumphantly. 

"What difference does that make?' 

"A good deal," said the girl, in a graver tone. 
"I can't just 'splain the diff'rence, but it's there. 

And, anyhow, we never eat such dreadful things as 

/ >< 

"But you eat the chickens that eat the bugs," 
retorted the yellow hen, with an odd cackle. "So 
you are just as bad as we chickens are." 


The Yellow Hen 

This made Dorothy thoughtful. What Billina 
said was true enough, and it almost took away her 
appetite for breakfast. As for the yellow hen, she 
continued to peck away at the sand busily, and 
seemed quite contented with her bill-of-fare. 

Finally, down near the water's edge, Billina stuck 
her bill deep into the sand, and then drew back and 

"Ow!" she cried. "I struck metal, that time, 
and it nearly broke my beak." 

" It prob'bly was a rock," said Dorothy, carelessly. 

"Nonsense. I know a rock from metal, I guess," 
said the hen. "There's a different feel to it." 

"But there couldn't be any metal on this wild, 
deserted seashore," persisted the girl. "Where's the 
place? I'll dig it up, and prove to you I'm right." 

Billina showed her the place where she had 
"stubbed her bill," as she expressed it, and Dorothy 
dug away the sand until she felt something hard. 
Then, thrusting in her hand, she pulled the thing 
out, and discovered it to be a large sized golden key 
rather old, but still bright and of perfect shape. 

"What did I tell you "* ' cried the hen, with a 
cackle of triumph. "Can I tell metal when I bump 
into it, or is the thing a rock?' 

" It's metal, sure enough," answered the child, gaz- 





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ing thoughtfully at the curious thing she had found. 
I think it is pure gold, and it must have lain hidden 
in the sand for a long time. How do you suppose 
it came there, Billina? And what do you suppose 
this mysterious key unlocks ? " 

"I can't say," replied the hen. "You ought to 
know more about locks and keys than I do." 

Dorothy glanced around. There was no sign of 
any house in that part of the country, and she 
reasoned that every key must fit a lock and every 
lock must have a purpose. Perhaps the key had 
been lost by somebody who lived far away, but had 
wandered on this very shore. 

Musing on these things the girl put the key in 
the pocket of her dress and then slowly drew on her 
shoes and stockings, which the sun had fully dried. 

"I b'lieve, Billina," she said, "I'll have a look 
'round, and see if I can find some breakfast." 

Letters in tie uand 

a little way back from 
the water's edge, toward 
the grove of trees, Dorothy 
came to a flat stretch of white 
sand that seemed to have queer 
signs marked upon its surface, 
just as one would write upon sand 
with a stick. 

"What does it say?" she asked the 
yellow hen, who trotted along beside 
her in a rather dignified fashion. 

"How should I know?" returned the 
hen. "I cannot read." 

"Oh ! Can't you ? ' 

"Certainly not; I've never been to school, 
you know." 


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"Well, I have," admitted Dorothy; "but the let- 
ters are big and far apart, and it's hard to spell out 
the words." 

But she looked at each letter carefully, and fin- 
ally discovered that these words were written in the 


"That's rather strange," declared the hen, when 
Dorothy had read aloud the words. "What do you 
suppose the Wheelers are?" 

" Folks that wheel, I guess. They must have 
wheelbarrows, or baby -cabs or hand -carts," said 

" Perhaps they're automobiles," suggested the yel- 
low hen. "There is no need to beware of baby- 
cabs and wheelbarrows; but automobiles are dan- 
gerous things. Several of my friends have been run 
over by them." 

"It can't be auto'biles," replied the girl, "for this 
is a new, wild country, without even trolley-cars or 
tel'phones. The people here havn't been discovered 
yet, I'm sure; that is, if there are any people. So 
I don't b'lieve there can be any auto'biles, Billina." 

" Perhaps not," admitted the yellow hen. "Where 
are you going now?' 


The Letters in the Sand 

"Over to those trees, to see if I can find some 
fruit or nuts," answered Dorothy, 

She tramped across the sand, skirting the foot of 
one of the little rocky hills that stood near, and 
soon reached the edge of the forest. 

At first she was greatly disappointed, because the 
nearer trees were all punita, or cotton-wood or eu- 
calyptus, and bore no fruit or nuts at all. But, bye 
and bye, when she was almost in despair, the little 
girl came upon two trees that promised to furnish 
her with plenty of food 

One was quite full of square paper boxes, which 
grew in clusters on all the limbs, and upon the 
biggest and ripest boxes the word "Lunch" could 
be read, in neat raised letters. This tree seemed to 
bear all the year around, for there were lunch-box 
blossoms on some of the branches, and on others 
tiny little lunch-boxes that were as yet quite green, 
and evidently not fit to eat until they had grown 

The leaves of this tree were all paper napkins, 
and it presented a very pleasing appearance to the 
hungry little girl. 

But the tree next to the lunch-box tree was even 
more wonderful, for it bore quantities of tin dinner- 
pails, which were so full and heavy that the stout 


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branches bent underneath their weight. Some were 
small and dark-brown in color; those larger were 
of a dull tin color; but the really ripe ones were 
pails of bright tin that shone and glistened beauti- 
fully in the rays of sunshine that touched them. 

Dorothy was delighted, and even the yellow hen 
acknowledged that she was surprised. 

The little girl stood on tip-toe and picked one 
of the nicest and biggest lunch-boxes, and then she 
sat down upon the ground and eagerly opened it. 
Inside she found, nicely wrapped in white papers, a 
ham sandwich, a piece of sponge-cake, a pickle, a 
slice of new cheese and an apple. Each thing had 
a separate stem, and so had to be picked off the side 
of the box; but Dorothy found them all to be de- 
licious, and she ate every bit of luncheon in the box 
before she had finished. 

"A lunch isn't zactly breakfast," she said to Bil- 
lina, who sat beside her curiously watching. "But 
when one is hungry one can eat even supper in the 
morning, and not complain." 

"I hope your lunch-box was perfectly ripe," ob- 
served the yellow hen, in a anxious tone. "So much 
sickness is caused by eating green things." 

"Oh, I'm sure it was ripe," declared Dorothy, 
"all, that is, 'cept the pickle, and a pickle just has 



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to be green, Billina. But everything tasted perfect- 
ly splendid, and I'd rather have it than a church 
picnic. And now I think Til pick a dinner-pail, 
to have when I get hungry again, and then we'll 
start out and 'splore the country, and see where 
we are." 

"Havn't you any idea what country this is?' 

J J J 

inquired Billina. 

"None at all. But listen: I'm quite sure it's a fairy 
country, or such things as lunch-boxes and dinner- 
pails wouldn't be growing upon trees. Besides, 
Billina, being a hen, you wouldn't be able to talk 
in any civ'lized country, like Kansas, where no 
fairies live at all." 

"Perhaps we're in the Land of Oz," said the hen, 

"No, that can't be," answered the little girl; 
because I've been to the Land of Oz, and it's all 
surrounded by a horrid desert that no one can cross." 

"Then how did you get away from there again?' 
asked Billina. 

"I had a pair of silver shoes, that carried me 
through the air; but I lost them," said Dorothy. 

"Ah, indeed," remarked the yellow hen, in a tone 
of unbelief. 

"Anyhow," resumed the girl, "there is no sea- 


The Letters in the Sand 

shore near the Land of O/, so this must surely be 
some other fairy country." 

J j 

"While she was speaking she selected a bright 
and pretty dinner-pail that seemed to have a stout 
handle, and picked it from its branch. Then, ac- 
companied by the yellow hen, she walked out of 
the shadow of the trees toward the sea-shore. 

They were part way across the sands when Bil- 
lina suddenly cried, in a voice of terror: 

"What's that?" 


Ozma of Oz 

Dorothy turned quickly around, and saw coming 
out of a path that led from between the trees the 
most peculiar person her eyes had ever beheld. 

It had the form of a man, except that it walked, 
or rather rolled, upon all fours, and its legs were the 
same length as its arms, giving them the appearance 
of the four legs of a beast. Yet it was no beast that 
Dorothy had discovered, for the person was clothed 
most gorgeously in embroidered garments of many 
colors, and wore a straw hat perched jauntily upon 
the side of its head. But it differed from human 
beings in this respect, that instead of hands and feet 
there grew at the end of its arms and legs round 
wheels, and by means of these wheels it rolled very 
swiftly over the level ground. Afterward Dorothy 
found that these odd wheels were of the same hard 
substance that our finger-nails and toe-nails are 
composed of, and she also learned that creatures ot 
this strange race were born in this queer fashion. 
But when our little girl first caught sight of the first 
individual of a race that was destined to cause her 
a lot of trouble, she had an idea that the brilliantly- 
clothed personage was on roller-skates, which were 
attached to his hands as well as to his feet. 

"Run!" screamed the yellow hen, fluttering away 
in great fright. "It's a Wheeler!' 



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"A Wheeler?" exclaimed Dorothy. "What can 
that be?" 

"Don't you remember the warning in the sand: 
'Beware the Wheelers'? Run, I tell you run!' 

So Dorothy ran, and the Wheeler gave a sharp, 
wild cry and came after her in full chase. 

Looking over her shoulder as she ran, the girl now 
saw a great procession of Wheelers emerging from 
the forest dozens and dozens of them all clad in 
splendid, tight - fitting garments and all rolling 
swiftly toward her and uttering their wild, strange 

"They're sure to catch us!" panted the girl, who 
was still carrying the heavy dinner-pail she had 
picked. "I can't run much farther, Billina." 

"Climb up this hill, quick!" said the hen; and 
Dorothy found she was very near to the heap of 
loose and jagged rocks they had passed on their 
way to the forest. The yellow hen was even now 
fluttering among the rocks, and Dorothy followed 
as best she could, half climbing and half tumbling 
up the rough and rugged steep. 

She was none too soon, for the foremost Wheeler 
reached the hill a moment after her; but while the 
girl scrambled up the rocks the creature stopped 
short with howls of rage and disappointment. 


The Letters in the Sand 

Dorothy now heard the yellow hen laughing, in 
her cackling, henny way. 

"Don't hurry, my dear," cried Billina. "They 
can't follow us among these rocks, so we're sate 
enough now." 

Dorothy stopped at once and sat down upon a 
broad boulder, for she was all out ot breath. 

The rest of the Wheelers had now reached the 
foot of the hill, but it was evident that their wheels 
would not roll upon the rough and jagged rocks, 
and therefore they were helpless to follow Dorothy 
and the hen to where they had taken refuge. But 
they circled all around the little hill, so the child 
and Billina were fast prisoners and could not come 
down without being captured. 

Then the creatures shook their front wheels at 
Dorothy in a threatening manner, and it seemed 
they were able to speak as well as to make their 
dreadful outcries, for several of them shouted: 

"We'll get you in time, never fear! And when 
we do get you, we'll tear you into little bits! 

"Why are you so cruel to me?" asked Dorothy. 
"I'm a stranger in your country, and have done you 
no harm." 

"No harm!" cried one who seemed to be their 
leader. "Did you not pick our lunch-boxes and 





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dinner-pails? Have you not a stolen dinner-pail 
still in your hand ? ' 

"I only picked one of each," she answered. "I 
was hungry, and I didn't know the trees were yours." 

"That is no excuse," retorted the leader, who 
was clothed in a most gorgeous suit. "It is the law 
here that whoever picks a dinner-pail without our 
permission must die immediately." 

"Don't you believe him," said Billina. "I'm 
sure the trees do not belong to these awful creatures. 
They are fit for any mischief, and it's my opinion 
they would try to kill us just the same if you hadn't 
picked a dinner-pail." 

"I think so, too," agreed Dorothv. "But what 
shall we do now?" 

"Stay where we are," advised the yellow hen. 
"We are safe from the Wheelers until we starve to 
death, anyhow; and before that time comes a good 
many things can happen." 

Tiktok the \ 


an hour or so most of 
the band of Wheelers 
rolled back into the forest, 
leaving only three of their 
number to guard the hill. 
These curled themselves up like 
big dogs and pretended to go to 
sleep on the sands; but neither Dor- 
othy nor Billina were fooled by this 
trick, so they remained in security 
among the rocks and paid no attention 
to their cunning enemies. 

Finally the hen, fluttering over the mound, 
exclaimed: "Why, here's a path!" 

So Dorothy at once clambered to where Bill- 
ina sat, and there, sure enough, was a smooth path 


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cut between the rocks. It seemed to wind around 
the mound from top to bottom, like a cork-screw, 
twisting here and there between the rough boulders 
but always remaining level and easy to walk upon. 

Indeed, Dorothy wondered at first why the Wheel- 
ers did not roll up this path; but when she followed 
it to the foot of the mound she found that several 
big pieces of rock had been placed directly across 
the end of the way, thus preventing any one outside 
from seeing it and also preventing the Wheelers 
from using it to climb up the mound. 

Then Dorothy walked back up the path, and 
followed it until she came to the very top of the 
hill, where a solitary round rock stood that was 
bigger than any of the others surrounding it. The 
path came to an end just beside this great rock, and 
for a moment it puzzled the girl to know why the 
path had been made at all. But the hen, who had 
been gravely following her around and was now 
perched upon a point of rock behind Dorothy, 
suddenly remarked: 

"It looks something like a door, doesn't it?' 

"What looks like a door?" enquired the child. 

"Why, that crack in the rock, just facing you," 
replied Billina, whose little round eyes were very 
sharp and seemed to see everything. "It runs up 


Tiktok, The Machine Man 

one side and down the other, and across the top 
and the bottom." 

"What does?" 

"Why, the crack. So I think it must be a door 
of rock, although I do not see any hinges." 

" Oh, yes," said Dorothy, now observing for the 
first time the crack in the rock. "And isn't this a 
kev-hole, Billina ? " pointing to a round, deep hole 
at one side of the door. 

"Of course. If we only had the kev, now, we 

/ / ' ' 


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could unlock it and see what is there," replied the 
yellow hen. "May be it's a treasure chamber full 
of diamonds and rubies, or heaps of shining gold, 



"That reminds me," said Dorothy, "of the golden 
key I picked up on the shore. Do you think that 
it would fit this key-hole, Billina?' 

"Try it and see," suggested the hen. 

So Dorothy searched in the pocket of her dress 
and found the golden key. And when she had put 
it into the hole of the rock, and turned it, a sudden 
sharp snap was heard; then, with a solemn creak 
that made the shivers run down the child's back, the 
face of thf /ock fell outward, like a door on hinges, 
and revealed a small dark chamber just inside. 

"Good gracious!" cried Dorothy, shrinking back 
as far as the narrow path would let her. 

For, standing within the narrow chamber of rock, 
was the form of a man or, at least, it seemed like 
a man, in the dim light. He was only about as tall 
as Dorothy herself, and his body was round as a 
ball and made out of burnished copper. Also his 
head and limbs were copper, and these werejointed 
or hinged to his body in a peculiar way, with metal 
caps over the joints, like the armor worn by knights 
in days of old. He stood perfectly still, and where 



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the light struck upon his form it glittered as if made 
of pure gold. 

"Don't be frightened," called Billina, from her 
perch. "It isn't alive." 

"I see it isn't," replied the girl, drawing a long 

"It is only made out of copper, like the old kettle 
in the barn -yard at home," continued the hen, 
turning her head first to one side and then to the 
other, so that both her little round eyes could 
examine the object. 

"Once," said Dorothy, "I knew a man made out 
of tin, who was a woodman named Nick Chopper. 
But he was as alive as we are, 'cause he was born a real 
man, and got his tin body a little at a time first 
a leg and then a finger and then an ear for the 
reason that he had so many accidents with his axe, 
and cut himself up in a very careless manner." 

"Oh," said the hen, with a sniff, as if she did not 
believe the story. 

"But this copper man," continued Dorothy, 
looking at it with big eyes, "is not alive at all, and 
I wonder what it was made for, and why it was 
locked up in this queer place." 

"That is a mystery," remarked the hen, twisting 
her head to arrange her wing-feathers with her bill. 


Tiktok, The Machine Man 

Dorothy stepped inside the little room to get a 
back view of the copper man, and in this way dis- 
covered a printed card that hung between his shoul- 
ders, it being suspended from a small copper peg at 
the back of his neck. She unfastened this card and 
returned to the path, where the light was better, and 
sat herself down upon a slab of rock to read the 

"What does it say?" asked the hen, curiously. 

Dorothy read the card aloud, spelling out the big 
words with some difficulty; and this is what she read: 

Patent Double-Action, Extra-Responsive, 

Thought-Creating, Perfect -Talking 


Fitted with our Special Clock- Work Attachment. 
Thinks, Speaks, Acts, and Does Everything but Live. 

Manufactured only at our Works at Evna, Land of Ev. 
All infringements will be promptly Prosecuted according to Law. 

"How queer!" said the yellow hen. "Do you 
think that is all true, my dear?" 


Ozma of Oz 

" I don't know," answered Dorothy, who had 
more to read. "Listen to this, Billina:" 


For THINKING : Wind the Clock-work Man under his 
left arm, (marked No. 1.) 

For SPEAKING: Wind the Clock-work Man under his 
right arm, (marked No. 2.) 

For WALKING and ACTION : Wind Clock-work in the 
middle of his back, ( marked No. 3. ) 

N. B. This Mechanism is guaranteed to work perfectly for a thousand years. 

"Well, I declare!' gasped the yellow hen, in 
amazement; "it the copper man can do half of these 
things he is a very wonderful machine. But I suppose 
it is all humbug, like so many other patented articles." 

"We might wind him up," suggested Dorothy, 
"and see what he'll do." 

"Where is the key to the clock-work?" asked 

"Hanging on the peg where I found the card." 

"Then," said the hen, "let us try him, and find 
out if he will go. He is warranted for a thousand 
years, it seems; but we do not know how long he 
has been standing inside this rock." 

Dorothy had already taken the clock key from 
the peg. 



Ozma of Oz 

"Which shall I wind up first?" she asked, looking 
again at the directions on the card. 

"Number One, I should think," returned Billina. 
"That makes him think, doesn't it?' 

"Yes," said Dorothy, and wound up Number 
One, under the left arm. 

"He doesn't seem any different," remarked the 
hen, critically. 

"Why, of course not; he is only thinking, now," 
said Dorothy. 

"I wonder what he is thinking about." 

"I'll wind up his talk, and then perhaps he can 
tell us," said the girl. 

So she wound up Number Two, and immediately 
the clock-work man said, without moving any part 
of his body except his lips: 

"Good morn-ing, lit-tle girl. Good morn-ing, 
Mrs. Hen." 

The words sounded a little hoarse and creakey, 
and they were uttered all in the same tone, without 
any change of expression whatever; but both Dor- 
othy and Billina understood them perfectly. 

"Good morning, sir," they answered, politely. 
"Thank you for res-cu-ing me," continued the 
machine, in the same monotonous voice, which 


Tiktok, The Machine Man 

seemed to be worked by a bellows inside of him, 
like the little toy lambs and cats the children squeeze 
so that they will make a noise. 

" Don't mention it," answered Dorothy. And 
then, being very curious, she asked: "How did you 
come to be locked up in this place?' 

"It is a long sto-ry," replied the copper man; 
"but I will tell it to you briei-ly. I was pur-chased 
from Smith & Tin-ker, my man-u-fac-tur-ers, by a 
cru-el King of Ev, named Ev-ol-do, who used to 


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beat all his serv-ants un-til they died. How-ev-er, 


he was not a-ble to kill me, be-cause I was not a- 
live, and one must first live in or-der to die. So 
that all his beat-ing did me no harm, and mere-ly 
kept my cop-per bod-y well pol-ished. 

"This cru-el king had a love-ly wife and ten 
beau-ti-ful chil-dren five boys and five girls but 
in a fit of an-ger he sold them all to the Nome King, 
who by means of his mag-ic arts changed them all 
in-to oth-er forms and put them in his un-der-ground 
pal-ace to or-na-ment the rooms. 

" Af-ter-ward the King of Ev re-gret-ted his wick- 
ed ac-tion, and tried to get his wife and chil-dren 
a-way from the Nome King, but with-out a-vail. 
So, in de-spair, he locked me up in this rock, threw 
the key in-to the o-cean, and then jumped in af-ter 
it and was drowned." 

"How very dreadful!" exclaimed Dorothy. 

"It is, in-deed," said the machine. "When I 
found my-self im-pris-oned I shout-ed for help un- 
til my voice ran down ; and then I walked back and 
forth in this lit-tle room un-til my ac-tion ran down; 


and then I stood still and thought un-til my thoughts 
ran down. Af-ter that I re-mem-ber noth-ing un- 
til you wound me up a-gain." 

"It's a very wonderful story," said Dorothy, "and 



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proves that the Land of Ev is really a fairy land, as 
I thought it was." 

"Of course it is," answered the copper man. "I 
do not sup-pose such a per-fect ma-chine as I am 
could be made in an-y place but a fair-y land." 

"I've never seen one in Kansas," said Dorothy. 

"But where did you get the key to un-lock this 
door?" asked the clock-work voice. 

" 1 found it on the shore, where it was prob'ly 
washed up by the waves," she answered. "And now, 
sir, if you don't mind, I'll wind up your action." 

" That will please me ve-ry much, "said the machine. 

So she wound up Number Three, and at once 
the copper man in a somewhat stiffand jerky fashion 
walked out of the rocky cavern, took off his copper 
hat and bowed politely, and then kneeled before 
Dorothy. Said he: 

"From this time forth I am your o-be-di-ent ser- 
vant. What-ev-er you com-mand, that I will do 
will-ing-ly if you keep me wound up." 

"What is your name?" she asked. 

"Tik-tok," he replied. "My for-mer mas-ter 
gave me that name be-cause my clock-work al-ways 
ticks when it is wound up." 

"I can hear it now," said the yellow hen. 

"So can I," said Dorothy. And then she added, 


Tiktok, The Machine Man 

with some anxiety: "You don ^ strike > do 7 OU ? ' 

"No," answered Tiktol^ " and there is no a-larm 
con-nec-ted with my ma- chin - er -y- l can tel1 the 
time, though, by speak-ing and as l nev ' er slee P ] 
can wak-en you at an-y h our 7 OU wish to g et U P in 
the morn-ing." 

"That's nice," said the little g irl i " onl 7 l never 

wish to get up in the moi~ nm g' 

"You can sleep until I Ia 7 m 7 e gg>" said the X el - 
low hen. "Then, when I cackle, Tiktok will know 

it is time to waken you." 

Do you lay your egg ve r 7 earl X ? " asked Dorothy. 

"About eight o'clock," said Billina. "And every- 
body ought to be up by t nat time > Fm sure -" 

Oorotliu Opens the Dinner 


Tiktok," said Dorothy, 
"the first thing to be done 
is to find a way for us to 
escape from these rocks. The 
Wheelers are down below, you 
know, and threaten to kill us." 

" There is no rea-son to be a-f raid 
of the Wheel-ers," said Tiktok, the 
words coming more slowly than before. 

"Why not?" she asked. 

" Be-cause they are ag-g-g~gr-gr-r-r-' 

He gave a sort of gurgle and stopped 
short, waving his hands frantically until sud- 
denly he became motionless, with one arm in 
the air and the other held stiffly before him with 
all the copper fingers of the hand spread out like a fan. 


Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail 

"Dear me!" said Dorothy, in a frightened tone. 
"What can the matter be?' 

"He's run down, I suppose," said the hen, calmly. 
"You couldn't have wound him up very tight." 

"I didn't know how much to wind him," replied 
the girl; "but I'll try to do better next time." 

She ran around the copper man to take the key 
from the peg at the back of his neck, but it 
was not there. 

"It's gone!" cried Dorothy, in dismay. 

"What's gone?" asked Billina. 

" The key." 

"It probably fell off when he made that low bow 
to you," returned the hen. " Look around, and see 
if you cannot find it again." 

Dorothy looked, and the hen helped her, and by 
and by the girl discovered the clock-key, which had 
fallen into a crack of the rock. 

At once she wound up Tiktok's voice, taking 
care to give the key as many turns as it would go 
around. She found this quite a task, as you may 
imagine if you have ever tried to wind a clock, but 
the machine man's first words were to assure Dorothy 
that he would now run for at least twenty-four hours. 

"You did not wind me much, at first," he calmly 
said, "and I told you that long sto-ry a-bout King 


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Ev-ol-do; so it is no won-der that I ran down." 

She next rewound the action clock-work, and 
then Billina advised her to carry the key to Tiktok 
in her pocket, so it would not get lost again. 

"And now," said Dorothy, when all this was ac- 
complished, "tell me what you were going to say 
about the Wheelers." 

"Why, they are noth-ing to be fright-en'd at," 
said the machine. "They try to make folks be-lieve 
that they are ver-y ter-ri-ble, but as a mat-ter of 


Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail 

fact the Wheel-ers are harm-less e-nough to an-y one 
that dares to fight them. They might try to hurt a 
lit-tle girl like you, per-haps, be-cause they are ver-y 
mis-chiev-ous. But if I had a club they would run 
a-way as soon as they saw me." 

"Haven't you a club?" asked Dorothy. 

"No," said Tiktok. 

"And you won't find such a thing among these 
rocks, either," declared the yellow hen. 

"Then what shall we do?" asked the girl. 

"Wind up my think-works tight-ly, and I will 
try to think of some oth-er plan," said Tiktok. 

So Dorothy rewound his thought machinery, and 
while he was thinking she decided to eat her dinner. 
Billina was already pecking away at the cracks in 
the rocks, to find something to eat, so Dorothy sat 
down and opened her tin dinner-pail. 

In the cover she found a small tank that was full 
of very nice lemonade. It was covered by a cup, 
which might also, when removed, be used to drink 
the lemonade from. Within the pail were three 
slices of turkey, two slices of cold tongue, some 
lobster salad, four slices of bread and butter, a small 
custard pie, an orange and nine large strawberries, 
and some nuts and raisins. Singularly enough, the 
nuts in this dinner-pail grew already cracked, so that 


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Dorothy had no trouble in picking out their meats 
to eat. 

She spread the feast upon the rock beside her and 
began her dinner, first offering some of it to Tiktok, 
who declined because, as he said, he was merely a 
machine. Afterward she offered to share with Bil- 
lina, but the hen murmured something about "dead 
things" and said she preferred her bugs and ants. 

"Do the lunch-box trees and the dinner-pail trees 
belong to the Wheelers?" the child asked Tiktok, 
while engaged in eating her meal. 

" Of course not," he answered. " They be-long to 
the roy-al fam-il-y of Ev, on-ly of course there is no 
roy-al fam-il-y just now be-cause King Ev-ol-do 
jumped in-to the sea and his wife and ten chil-dren 
have been trans-formed by the Nome King. So there 
is no one to rule the Land of Ev, that I can think of. 
Per-haps it is for this rea-son that the Wheel-ers 
claim the trees for their own, and pick the lunch- 
eons and din-ners to eat them-selves. But they be- 
long to the King, and you will find the roy-al "E" 
stamped up-on the bot-tom of ev-er-y din-ner pail." 

Dorothy turned the pail over, and at once dis- 
covered the royal mark upon it, as Tiktok had said. 

"Are the Wheelers the only folks living in the 
Land of Ev?" enquired the girl. 



Ozma of Oz 

"No; they on-ly in-hab-it a small por-tion of it 
just back of the woods," replied the machine. "But 
they have al-ways been mis-chiev-ous and im-per- 
ti-nent, and my old mas-ter, King Ev-ol-do, used 
to car-ry a whip with him, when he walked out, to 
keep the crea-tures in or-der. When I was first 
made the Wheel-ers tried to run o-ver me, and butt- 
me with their heads; but they soon found I was 
built of too sol-id a ma-ter-i-al for them to in-jure." 

"You seem very durable," said Dorothy. "Who 
made you ? ' 

"The firm of Smith & Tin-ker, in the town ofEv- 
na, where the roy-al pal-ace stands," answered Tiktok. 

"Did they make many of you ? " asked the child. 

"No; I am the on-ly au-to-mat-ic me-chan-i-cal 
man they ev-er com-plet-ed," he replied. ".They 
were ver-y won-der-ful in-ven-tors, were my mak-ers, 
and quite ar-tis-tic in all they did." 

"I am sure of that," said Dorothy. "Do they 
live in the town of Evna now?" 

"They are both gone," replied the machine. 
"Mr. Smith was an art-ist, as well as an in-vent-or, 
and he paint-ed a pic-ture of a riv-er which was so 
nat-ur-al that, as he was reach-ing a-cross it to paint 
some flow-ers on the op-po-site bank, he fell in-to 
the wa-ter and was drowned." 


Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail 

"Oh, I'm sorry for that! " exclaimed the little girl. 

" Mis-ter Tin-ker," continued Tiktok, "made a 
lad-der so tall that he could rest the end of it a- 
gainst the moon, while he stood on the high-est rung 
and picked the lit-tle stars to set in the points of 
the king's crown. But when he got to the moon 
Mis-ter Tm-ker found it such a love-ly place that he 
de-cid-ed to live there, so he pulled up the lad-der 
af-ter him and we have nev-er seen him since." 

"He must have been a great loss to this country," 
said Dorothy, who was bv this time eating her 
custard pie. 

"He was,' acknowledged Tiktok. "Also he is a 
great loss to me. For it I should get out of or-der 
I do not know of an-y one a-ble to re-pair me, be- 
cause I am so com-pli-cat-ed. You have no i-de-a 
how full of ma-chin-er-y I am." 

"I can imagine it," said Dorothy, readily. 

"And now," continued the machine, "I must stop 
talk-ing and be-gin think-ing a-gain of a way to es- 
cape from this rock." So he turned halfway around, 
in order to think without being disturbed. 

"The best thinker I ever knew," said Dorothy to 
the yellow hen, "was a scarecrow." 

"Nonsense!" snapped Billina. 

"It is true," declared Dorothy. "I met him in 


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the Land of Oz, and he travelled with me to the 
city of the great Wizard of Oz, so as to get some 
brains, for his head was only stuffed with straw. 
But it seemed to me that he thought just as we- 
before he got his brains as he did afterward." 

"Do you expect me to believe all that rubbis. 
about the Landof Oz? "enquired Billina, who seemed 
a little cross perhaps because bugs were scarce. 

"What rubbish?" asked the child, who was now 
finishing her nuts and raisins. 

"Why, your impossible stories about animals that 
can talk, and a tin woodman who is alive, and a 
scarecrow who can think." 

"They are all there," said Dorothy, "for I have 
seen them." 

"I don't believe it!" cried the hen, with a toss 
of her head. 

"That's 'cause you're so ign'rant," replid the girl, 
who was a little offended at her friend Billina's speech. 

"In the Land of Oz," remarked Tiktok, turning 
toward them, "an-y-thing is pos-si-ble. For it is a 
won-der-ful fair-y coun-try." 

"There, Billina! what did I say?" cried Dorothy. 
And then she turned to the machine and asked in 
an eager tone: "Do you know the Land of Oz, 



Ozma of Oz 

"No; but I have heard a-bout it," said the cop- 
per man. "For it is on-ly sep-a-ra-ted from this 
Land ol Ev by a broad des-ert." 

Dorothy clapped her hands together delightedly. 

"I'm glad of that!" she exclaimed. "It makes 
me quite happy to be so near my old friends. The 
scarecrow I told you of, Billina, is the King of the 
Land of Oz." 

"Par-don me. He is not the king now," said 

"He was when I left there," declared Dorothy. 

"I know," said Tiktok, "but there was a rev-o- 
lu-tion in the Land of Oz, and the Scare-crow was 
de-posed by a sol-dier wo-man named Gen-er-al 
}in-jur. And then Jin-jur was de-posed by a lit-tle 
girl named Oz-ma, who was the right-ful heir to the 
throne and now rules the land un-der the ti-tle of 
Oz-ma of Oz." 

"That is news to rne," said Dorothy, thoughtfully. 
"But I s'pose lots of things have happened since I 
left the Land of Oz. I wonder what has become of 
the Scarecrow, and of the Tin Woodman, and the 
Cowardly Lion. And I wonder who this girl Ozma 
is, for I never heard of her before." 

But Tiktok did not reply to this. He had turned 
around again to resume his thinking. 


Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail 

Dorothy packed the rest of the food back into 
the pail, so as not to be wasteful of good things, and 
the yellow hen forgot her dignity far enough to pick 
up all of the scattered crumbs, which she ate rather 
greedily, although she had so lately pretended to 
despise the things that Dorothy preferred as food. 

By this time Tiktok approached them with his 
stiff bow. 

"Be kind e-nough to fol-low me," he said, "and 
I will lead you a-way from here to the town of Ev- 
na, where you will be more com-for-ta-ble, and al- 
so I will pro-tect you from the Wheel-ers." 

"All right," answered Dorothy, promptly. "I'm 
ready! ' 

Tire Heads Q/Jangwidere 

walked slowly down the 
path between the rocks, 
Tiktok going first, Dorothy 
following him, and the yellow 
hen trotting along last of all. 

At the foot of the path the 
copper man leaned down and 
tossed aside with ease the rocks that 
cumbered the way. Then he turned 
to Dorothy and said: 


"Let me car-ry your din-ner-pail." 
She placed it in his right hand at once, 

and the copper fingers closed firmly over the 

stout handle. 

Then the little procession marched out upon 

the level sands. 


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As soon as the three Wheelers who were guard- 
ing the mound saw them, they began to shout their 
wild cries and rolled swiftly toward the little group, 
as if to capture them or bar their way. But when 
the foremost had approached near enough, Tiktok 
swung the tin dinner-pail and struck the Wheeler 
a sharp blow over its head with the queer weapon. 
Perhaps it did not hurt very much, but it made a 
great noise, and the Wheeler uttered a howl and 
tumbled over upon its side. The next minute it 
scrambled to its wheels and rolled away as fast as it 
could go, screeching with fear at the same time. 

" 1 told you they were harm-less," began Tiktok; 
but before he could say more another Wheeler was 
upon them. Crack! went the dinner-pail against 
its head, knocking its straw hat a dozen feet away; 
and that was enough for this Wheeler, also. It 
rolled away after the first one, and the third did not 
wait to be pounded with the pail, but joined its 
fellows as quickly as its wheels would whirl. 

The yellow hen gave a cackle of delight, and fly- 
ing to a perch upon Tiktok's shoulder, she said: 

"Bravely done, my copper friend! and wisely 
thought of, too. Now we are free from those ugly 

But just then a large band of Wheelers rolled 


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from the forest, and relying upon their numbers 
to conquer, they advanced fiercely upon Tiktok. 
Dorothy grabbed Billina in her arms and held her 
tight, and the machine embraced the form of the 
little girl with his left arm, the better to protect her. 
Then the Wheelers were upon them. 

Rattlety, bang! bang! went the dinner-pail in 
every direction, and it made so much clatter bump- 
ing against the heads of the Wheelers that they were 
much more frightened than hurt and fled in a great 
panic. All, that is, except their leader. This Wheeler 
had stumbled against another and fallen flat upon 
his back, and before he could get his wheels under 
him to rise again, Tiktok had fastened his copper 
fingers into the neck of the gorgeous jacket of his 
foe and held him fast. 

"Tell your peo-ple to go a-way," commanded 
the machine. 

The leader of the Wheelers hesitated to give this 
order, so Tiktok shook him as a terrier dog does a 
rat, until the Wheeler's teeth rattled together with 
a noise like hailstones on a window pane. Then, 
as soon as the creature could get its breath, it shouted 
to the others to roll away, which they immediately did. 

" Now," said Tiktok, "you shall come with us and 
tell me what I want to know." 


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"You'll be sorry for treating me in this way," 
whined the Wheeler. " I'm a terribly fierce person." 

"As for that," answered Tiktok, "I am only a 
ma-chine, and can-not feel sor-row or joy, no mat-ter 
what hap-pens. But you are wrong to think your- 
self ter-ri-ble or fierce." 

"Why so?" asked the Wheeler. 

" Bc-cause no one else thinks as you do. Your 
wheels make you help-less to in-jure an-y one. For 
you have no fists and can not scratch or c-ven pull 


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hair. Nor have you an-y feet to kick with. All you 
can do is to yell and shout, and that does not hurt 
an-y one at all." 

The Wheeler burst into a flood of tears, to Dor- 
othy's great surprise. 

"Now I and my people are ruined forever!' he 
sobbed; "for you have discovered our secret. Being 
so helpless, our only hope is to make people afraid 
of us, by pretending we are very fierce and terrible, 
and writing in the sand warnings to Beware the 
Wheelers. Until now we have frightened everyone, 
but since you have discovered our weakness our 
enemies will fall upon us and make us very miserable 
and unhappy." 

"Oh, no," exclaimed Dorothy, who was sorry to 
see this beautifully dressed Wheeler so miserable; 
"Tiktok will keep your secret, and so will Billina 
and I. Only, you must promise not to try to frighten 
children any more, if they come near to you." 

" I won't indeed I won't ! " promised the Wheel- 
er, ceasing to cry and becoming more cheerful. 
"I'm not really bad, you know; but we have to 
pretend to be terrible in order to prevent others 
from attacking us." 

"That is not cx-act-ly true," said Tiktok, starting 
to walk toward the path through the forest, and 



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still holding fast to his prisoner, who rolled slowly 
along beside him. "You and your peo-ple are full 
of mis-chief, and like to both-er those who fear you. 
And you are of-ten im-pu-dent and dis-a-gree-a-ble, 
too. But if you will try to cure those faults I will 
not tell any-one how help-less you are." 

"I'll try, of course," replied the Wheeler, eagerly. 
"And thank you, Mr. Tiktok, for your kindness." 

"I am on-ly a ma-chine," said Tiktok. "I can 
not be kind an-y more than I can be sor-ry or glad. 
I can on-ly do what I am wound up to do." 

"Are you wound up to keep my secret?" asked 
the Wheeler, anxiously. 

"Yes; if you be-have your-self. But tell me: 
who rules the Land of Ev now?" asked the machine. 

"There is no ruler," was the answer, "because 
every member of the royal family is imprisoned by 
the Nome King. But the Princess Langwidere, 
who is a niece of our late King Evoldo, lives in a 
part of the royal palace and takes as much money 
out of the royal treasury as she can spend. The 
Princess Langwidere is not exactly a ruler, you see, 
because she doesn't rule; but she is the nearest 
approach to a ruler we have at present." 

"I do not re-mem-ber her," said Tiktok. "What 
does she look like?' 


The Heads of Langwidere 

"That I cannot say," replied the Wheeler, "al- 
though I have seen her twenty times. For the Prin- 
cess Langwidere is a different person every time I 
see her, and the only way her subjects can recognize 
her at all is by means of a beautiful ruby key which 
she always wears on a chain attached to her left 
wrist. When we see the key we know we are be- 
holding the Princess." 

"That is strange," said Dorothy, in astonishment. 
"Do you mean to say that so many different prin- 
cesses are one and the same person?" 

"Not exactly," answered the Wheeler. "There 
is, of course, but one princess; but she appears to us 
in many forms, which are all more or less beautiful." 

"She must be a witch," exclaimed the girl. 

" I do not think so," declared the Wheeler. " But 
there is some mystery connected with her, neverthe- 
less. She is a very vain creature, and lives mostly 
in a room surrounded by mirrors, so that she can 
admire herself whichever way she looks." 

No one answered this speech, because they had 
just passed out of the forest and their attention was 
fixed upon the scene before them a beautiful vale 
in which were many fruit trees and green fields, 
with pretty farm-houses scattered here and there 
and broad, smooth roads that led in every direction. 



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In the center of this lovely vale, about a mile 
from where our friends were standing, rose the tall 
spires of the royal palace, which glittered brightly 
against their background of blue sky. The palace 
was surrounded by charming grounds, full of flowers 
and shrubbery. Several tinkling fountains could be 
seen, and there were pleasant walks bordered by 
rows of white marble statuary. 


All these details Dorothy was, of course, unable 
to notice or admire until they had advanced along 
the road to a position quite near to the palace, and 
she was still looking at the pretty sights when her 
little party entered the grounds and approached the 
big front door of the king's own apartments. To 
their disappointment they found the door tightly 
closed. A sign was tacked to the panel which read 
as follows: 


Please Knock at the Third Door in the Left Wing. 

"Now, 1 ' said Tiktok to the captive Wheeler, "you 
must show us the way to the Left Wing." 



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"Very well," agreed the prisoner, "it is around 
here at the right." 

"How can the left wing be at the right?" de- 
manded Dorothy, who feared the Wheeler was 
tooling them. 

"Because there used to be three wings, and two 
were torn down, so the one on the right is the only 
one left. It is a trick of the Princess Langwidere 
to prevent visitors from annoying her." 

Then the captive led them around to the wing, 
after which the machine man, having no further use 
for the Wheeler, permitted him to depart and rejoin 
his fellows. He immediately rolled away at a great 
pace and was soon lost to sight. 

Tiktok now counted the doors in the wing and 
knocked loudly upon the third one. 

It was opened by a little maid in a cap trimmed 
with gay ribbons, who bowed respectfully and asked: 

"What do you wish, good people?' 

"Are you the Princess Langwidere?" asked 

"No, miss; I am her servant," replied the maid. 

"May I see the Princess, please?' 

"I will tell her you are here, miss, and ask her to 
grant you an audience," said the maid. "Step in, 
please, and take a seat in the drawing-room." 


The Heads of Langwidere 

So Dorothy walked in, followed closely by the 
machine. But as the yellow hen tried to enter after 
them, the little maid cried "Shoo!" and flapped her 
apron in Billina's face. 

"Shoo, yourself! " retorted the hen, drawing back 
in anger and ruffling up her feathers. "Haven't 
you any better manners than that?' 

"Oh, do you talk?" enquired the maid, evident- 
ly surprised. 

"Can't you hear me?" snapped Billina. "Drop 


Ozma of Oz 

that apron, and get out of the doorway, so that I 
may enter with my friends!' 

"The Princess won't like it," said the maid, hesi- 

"I don't care whether she likes it or not," replied 
Billina, and fluttering her wings with a loud noise 
she flew straight at the maid's face. The little ser- 
vant at once ducked her head, and the hen reached 
Dorothy's side in safety. 

"Very well," sighed the maid; "if you are all 
ruined because of this obstinate hen, don't blame 
me for it. It isn't safe to annoy the Princess Lang- 

" Tell her we are waiting, if you please," Dorothy 
requested, with dignity. "Billina is my friend, and 
must go wherever 1 go." 

Without more words the maid led them to a richly 
furnished drawing-room, lighted with subdued rain- 
bow tints that came in through beautiful stained- 
glass windows. 

"Remain here," she said. "What names shall I 
give the Princess? ' 

"I am Dorothy Gale, of Kansas," replied the child; 
"and this gentleman is a machine named Tiktok, 
and the yellow hen is my friend Billina." 

The little servant bowed and withdrew, going 



Ozma of Oz 

through several passages and mounting two marble 
stairways before she came to the apartments occupied 
by her mistress. 

Princess Langwidere's sitting-room was panelled 
with great mirrors, which reached from the ceiling 
to the floor; also the ceiling was composed of mir- 
rors, and the floor was of polished silver that reflected 
every object upon it. So when Langwidere sat in 
her easy chair and played soft melodies upon her 
mandolin, her form was mirrored hundreds of times, 
in walls and ceiling and floor, and whichever way 
the lady turned her head she could see and admire 
her own features. This she loved to do, and just 
as the maid entered she was saying to herself: 

"This head with the auburn hair and hazel eyes 
is quite attractive. I must wear it more often than 
I have done of late, although it may not be the best 
of my collection." 

"You have company, Your Highness," announced 
the maid, bowing low. 

"Who is it?" asked Langwidere, yawning. 

"Dorothy Gale of Kansas, Mr.Tiktok and Billina," 
answered the maid. 

"What a queer lot of names!" murmured the 
Princess, beginning to be a little interested. "What 
are they like? Is Dorothy Gale of Kansas pretty? 


The Heads of Langwidere 

"She might be called so," the maid replied. 

"And is Mr. Tiktok attractive: 3 ' continued the 

"That I cannot say, Your Highness. But he seems 
very bright. Will YourGracious Highness see them?' 

"Oh, I may as well, Nanda. But I am tired ad- 
miring this head, and if my visitor has any claim to 
beauty I must take care that she does not surpass 
me. So I will go to my cabinet and change to No. 

17, which I think is my best appearance. Don't 

^ " 
you : 

"Your No. i 7 is exceedingly beautiful," answered 
Nanda, with another bow. 

Again the Princess yawned. Then she said: 

" Help me to rise." 

So the maid assisted her to gain her feet, although 
Langwidere was the stronger ot the two; and then 
the Princess slowly walk'ed across the silver floor to 
her cabinet, leaning heavily at every step upon 
Nanda's arm. 

Now I must explain to you that the Princess 
Langwidere had thirty heads as many as there are 
days in the month. But ot course she could only 
wear one of them at a time, because she had but 
one neck. These heads were kept in what she called 
her "cabinet," which was a beautiful dressing-room 


Ozma of Oz 

that lay just between Langwidere's sleeping-chamber 
and the mirrored sitting-room. Each head was in 
a separate cupboard lined with velvet. The cup- 
boards ran all around the sides of the dressing-room, 
and had elaborately carved doors with gold numbers 
on the outside and jewelled-framed mirrors on the 
inside of them. 

When the Princess got out of her crystal bed in 
the morning she went to her cabinet, opened one 
of the velvet-lined cupboards, and took the head it 
contained from its golden shelf. Then, by the aid 
of the mirror inside the open door, she put on the 
head as neat and straight as could be and after- 
ward called her maids to robe her for the day. She 
always wore a simple white costume, that suited all 
the heads. For, being able to change her face 
whenever she liked, the Princess had no interest in 
wearing a variety of gowns, as have other ladies who 
are compelled to wear the same face constantly. 

Of course the thirty heads were in great variety, 
no two formed alike but all being of exceeding 
loveliness. There were heads with golden hair, 
brown hair, rich auburn hair and black hair; but 
none with gray hair. The heads had eyes of blue, 
of gray, of hazel, of brown and of black; but there 
were no red eyes among them, and all were bright 



Ozma of Oz 

and handsome. The noses were Grecian, Roman, 
retrousse and Oriental, representing all types of 
beauty; and the mouths were of assorted sizes and 
shapes, displaying pearly teeth when the heads smiled. 
As for dimples, they appeared in cheeks and chins, 
wherever they might be most charming, and one or 
two heads had freckles upon the faces to contrast 
the better with the brilliancy of their complexions. 

One key unlocked all the velvet cupboards con- 
taining these treasures a curious key carved from 
a single blood-red ruby and this was fastened to a 
strong but slender chain which the Princess wore 
around her left wrist. 

When Nanda had supported Langwidere to a 
position in front of cupboard No. 17, the Princess 
unlocked the door with her ruby key and after 
handing head No. 9, which she had been wearing, 
to the maid, she took No. 1 7 from its shelf and 
fitted it to her neck. It had black hair and dark 
eyes and a lovely pearl-and-white complexion, and 
when Langwidere wore it she knew she was remark- 
ably beautiful in appearance. 

There was only one trouble with No. 17; the 
temper that went with it (and which was hidden 
somewhere under the glossy black hair) was fiery, 
harsh and haughty in the extreme, and it often led 


The Heads of Langwidere 

the Princess to do unpleasant things which she re- 
gretted when she came to wear her other heads. 

But she did not remember this today, and went 
to meet her guests in the drawing-room with a feel- 
ing of certainty that she would surprise them with 
her beauty. 

However, she was greatly disappointed to find 
that her visitors were merely a small girl in a ging- 
ham dress, a copper man that would only go when 
wound up, and a yellow hen that was sitting con- 
tentedly in Langwidere's best work-basket, where 
there was a china egg used for darning stockings.* 

"Oh!" said Langwidere, slightly lifting the nose 
of No. 17. "I thought some one of importance 
had called." 

"Then you were right," declared Dorothy. "I'm 
a good deal of 'portance myself, and when Billina 
lays an egg she has the proudest cackle you ever 
heard. As for Tiktok, he's the " 

"Stop Stop! " commanded the Princess, with an 
angry flash of her splendid eyes. "How dare you 
annoy me with your senseless chatter?" 

* It may surprise you to learn that a princess ever does such a common thing as darn 
stockings. But, if you will stop to think, you will realize that a princess is sure to wear holes 
in her stockings, the same as other people; only it isn't considered quite polite to mention 
the matter. 


Ozma of Oz 

" Why, you horrid thing ! " said Dorothy, who was 
not accustomed to being treated so rudely. 

The Princess looked at her more closely. 

"Tell me," she resumed, "are you of royal blood?" 

"Better than that, ma'am," said Dorothy. "I 
came from Kansas." 

"Huh!" cried the Princess, scornfully. "You are 
a foolish child, and I cannot allow you to annoy 
me. Run away, you little goose, and bother some 
one else." 

Dorothy was so indignant that tor a moment she 
could tind no words to reply. But she rose from 
her chair, and was about to leave the room when 
the Princess, who had been scanning the girl's face, 
stopped her by saying, more gently: 

"Come nearer to me." 

Dorothy obeyed, without a thought of fear, and 
stood before the Princess while Langwidere examined 
her face with careful attention. 

" You are rather attractive," said the lady, presently. 
"Not at all beautiful, you understand, but vou 

* * 

have a certain style of prettiness that is different 
from that of any of my thirty heads. So I believe 
I'll take your head and give you No. 26 tor it." 

"Well, I b'lieve you won't!" exclaimed Dorothy. 

"It will do you no good to refuse," continued the 



Ozma of Oz 

Princess; "for I need your head for my collection, 
and in the Land of Ev my will is law. I never have 
cared much tor No. 26, and you will find that it is 
very little worn. Besides, it will do you just as well 
as the one you're wearing, for all practical purposes." 

"I don't know anything about your No. 26, and 
I don't want to," said Dorothy, firmly. "I'm not 
used to taking cast-off things, so I'll just keep my 
own head." 

"You refuse?" cried the Princess, with a frown. 

"Of course I do," was the reply. 

"Then," said Langwidere, "I shall lock you up 
in a tower until you decide to obey me. Nanda," 
turning to her maid, "call my army." 

Nanda rang a silver bell, and at once a big fat 
colonel in a bright red uniform entered the room, 
followed by ten lean soldiers, who all looked sad 
and discouraged and saluted the princess in a very 
melancholy fashion. 


"Carry that girl to the North Tower and lock 
her up!" cried the Princess, pointing to Dorothy. 

" To hear is to obey," answered the big red colonel, 
and caught the child by her arm. But at that mo- 
ment Tiktok raised his dinner-pail and pounded it 
so forcibly against the colonel's head that the big 
officer sat down upon the floor with a sudden bump, 


The Heads of Langwidere 

looking both dazed and very much astonished. 

"Help!' he shouted, and the ten lean soldiers 
sprang to assist their leader. 

There was great excitement for the next few 
moments, and Tiktok had knocked down seven of 
the army, who were sprawling in every direction 
"upon the carpet, when suddenly the machine paused, 
with the dinner-pail raised tor another blow, and 
remained perfectlv motionless. 

"My ac-tion has run down," he called to Doro- 
thy. <l Wind me up, quick." 

She tried to obev, but the big colonel had by 
this time managed to get upon his feet again, so he 
grabbed fast hold of the girl and she was helpless 
to escape. 

"This is too bad," said the machine. "I ought 
to have run six hours lon-ger, at least, but I sup-pose 
my long walk and my fight with the Wheel-ers 
made me run down tast-er than us-u-al." 

" Well, it can't be helped," said Dorothy, with a sigh. 

"Will you exchange heads with me?" demanded 
the Princess. 

"No, indeed! ' cried Dorothy. 

"Then lock her up," said Langwidere to her 
soldiers, and they led Dorothy to a high tower at the 
north of the palace and locked her securely within. 


Ozma of Oz 

The soldiers afterward tried to lift Tiktok, but 
they found the machine so solid and heavy that 
they could not stir it. So they left him standing 
in the center of the drawing-room. 

"People will think I have a new statue," said 
Langwidere, "so it won't matter in the least, and 
Nanda can keep him well polished." 

"What shall we do with the hen?' asked the 
colonel, who had just discovered Billina in the 

"Put her in the chicken-house," answered the 
Princess. " Someday I'll have her fried for breakfast." 

"She looks rather tough, Your Highness," said 
Nanda, doubtfully. 

"That is a base slander!" cried Billina, struggling 
frantically in the colonel's arms. "But the breed 
of chickens I come from is said to be poison to all 

"Then," remarked Langwidere, "I will not fry 
the hen, but keep her to lay eggs; and if she doesn't 
doherduty I'll haveher drowned in the horse trough." 


brought Dorothy b 

and water for her su 

and she slept upon aUnard 

stone couch with a single 

pillow and a silken coverlet. 

In the morning she leaned 
out of the window of her prison 
in the tower to see if there was any 
way to escape. The room was not so 
very high up, when compared with our 
modern buildings, but it was far enough 
above the trees and farm houses to give 
her a good view of the surrounding country. 

To the east she saw the forest, with the sands 
beyond it and the ocean beyond that. There 
was even a dark speck upon the shore that she 


Ozma of Oz 

thought might be the chicken-coop in which she had 
arrived at this singular country. 

Then she looked to the north, and saw a deep 
but narrow valley lying between two rocky moun- 
tains, and a third mountain that shut off the valley 
at the further end. 

Westward the fertile Land of Ev suddenly ended 
a little way from the palace, and the girl could see 
miles and miles of sandy desert that stretched fur- 
ther than her eyes could reach. It was this desert, 
she thought, with much interest, that alone separated 
her from the wonderful Land of Oz, and she re- 
membered sorrowfully that she had been told no 
one had ever been able to cross this dangerous waste 
but herself. Once a cyclone had carried her across 
it, and a magical pair of silver shoes had carried her 
back again. But now she had neither a cyclone nor 
silver shoes to assist her, and her condition was sad 
indeed. For she had become the prisoner of a dis- 
agreeable princess who insisted that she must ex- 
change her head for another one that she was not 
used to, and which might not ht her at all. 

Really, there seemed no hope of help for her from 
her old friends in the Land of Oz. Thoughtfully 
she gazed from her narrow window. On all the 
desert not a living thing was stirring. 


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Wait, though! Something surely was stirring on 
the desert something her eyes had not observed at 
first. Now it seemed like a cloud; now it seemed 
like a spot of silver; now it seemed to be a mass ot 
rainbow colors that moved swiftly toward her. 

What could it be, she wondered? 

Then, gradually, but in a brief space ot time 
nevertheless, the vision drew near enough to. Dorothy 
to make out what it was. 

A broad green carpet was unrolling itselt upon 
the desert, while advancing across the carpet was a 
wonderful procession that made the girl open her 
eyes in amazement as she gazed. 

First came a magnificent golden chariot, drawn 
by a great Lion and an immense Tiger, who stood 
shoulder to shoulder and trotted along as gracefully 
as a well-matched team ot thoroughbred horses. 
And standing upright within the chariot was a beau- 
tiful girl clothed in flowing robes of silver gauze and 
wearing a jeweled diadem upon her dainty head. 
She held in one hand the satin ribbons that guided 
her astonishing team, and in the other an ivory wand 
that separated at the top into two prongs, the prongs 
being tipped by the letters "O" and "Z", made ot 
glistening diamonds set closely together. 

The girl seemed neither older nor larger than 


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Dorothy herself, and at once the prisoner in the 
tower guessed that the lovely driver of the chariot 
must be that Ozma of Oz of whom she had so lately 
heard from Tiktok. 

Following close behind the chariot Dorothy saw 
her old friend the Scarecrow, riding calmly astride 
a wooden Saw-Horse, which pranced and trotted as 
naturally as any meat horse could have done. 

And then came Nick Chopper, the Tin Wood- 
man, with his funnel-shaped cap tipped carelessly 
over his left ear, his gleaming axe over his right 
shoulder, and his whole body sparkling as brightly 
as it had ever done in the old days when first she 


knew him. 

The Tin Woodman was on foot, marching at the 
head of a company of twenty-seven soldiers, of whom 
some were lean and some fat, some short and some 
tall; but all the twenty-seven were dressed in hand- 
some uniforms of various designs and colors, no two 
being alike in any respect. 

Behind the soldiers the green carpet rolled itself 
up again, so that there was always just enough of it 
for the procession to walk upon, in order that their 
feet might not come in contact with the deadly, 
life-destroying sands of the desert. 

Dorothy knew at once it was a magic carpet she 



Ozma of Oz 

beheld, and her heart beat high with hope and joy 
as she realized she was soon to be rescued and al- 
lowed to greet her dearly beloved friends of Oz 
the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly 

Indeed, the girl felt herself as good as rescued as 
soon as she recognized those in the procession, for 
she well knew the courage and loyalty of her old 
comrades, and also believed that any others who 
came from their marvelous country would prove to 
be pleasant and reliable acquaintances. 

As soon as the last bit of desert was passed and all 
the procession, from the beautiful and dainty Ozma 
to the last soldier, had reached the grassy meadows 
of the Land of E-v, the magic carpet rolled itself 
together and entirely disappeared. 

Then the chariot driver turned her Lion and 
Tiger into a broad roadway leading up to the palace, 
and the others followed, while Dorothy still gazed 
from her tower window in eager excitement. 

They came quite close to the front door of the 
palace and then halted, the Scarecrow dismounting 
from his Saw-Horse to approach the sign fastened 
to the door, that he might read what it said. 

Dorothy, just above him, could keep silent no 


O z m a to the Rescue 

"Here I am!" she shouted, as loudly as she could. 
"Here's Dorothy!" 

"Dorothy who?" asked the Scarecrow, tipping 
his head to look upward until he nearly lost his bal- 
ance and tumbled over backward. 

"Dorothy Gale, of course. Your friend from 
Kansas," she answered. 

"Why, hello, Dorothy!' said the Scarecrow. 
"What in the world are you doing up there?' 


Ozma of Oz 

"Nothing," she called down, "because there's 
nothing to do. Save me, my friend save me!' 

"You seem to be quite sate now," replied the 

"But I'm a prisoner. I'm locked in, so that I 
can't get out," she pleaded. 

"That's all right," said the Scarecrow. "You 
might be worse off, little Dorothy. Just consider 
the matter. You can't get drowned, or be run over 
by a Wheeler, or fall out of an apple-tree. Some 
folks would think they were lucky to be up there." 

"Well, I don't," declared the girl, "and I want 
to get down immed'i'tly and see you and the Tin 
Woodman and the Cowardly Lion." 

"Very well," said the Scarecrow, nodding. "It 
shall be just as you say, little friend. Who locked 
you up? ' 

"The princess Langwidere, who is a horrid crea- 
ture," she answered. 

At this Ozma, who had been listening carefully 
to the conversation, called to Dorothy from her 
chariot, asking: 

"Why did the Princess lock you up, my dear?" 

"Because," exclaimed Dorothy, "I wouldn't let 
her have my head for her collection, and take an 
old, cast-off head in exchange for it." 


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Ozma of Oz 

"I do not blame you," exclaimed Ozma, promptly. 
"I will see the Princess at once, and oblige her to 
liberate you." 

" Oh, thank you very, very much ! " cried Dorothy, 
who as soon as she heard the sweet voice of the 
girlish Ruler of Oz knew that she would soon learn 
to love her dearly. 

Ozma now drove her chariot around to the third 
door of the wing, upon which the Tin Woodman 
boldly proceeded to knock. 

As soon as the maid opened the door Ozma, 
bearing in her hand her ivory wand, stepped into 
the hall and made her way at once to the drawing- 
room, followed by all her company, except the Lion 
and the Tiger. And the twenty-seven soldiers made 
such a noise and a clatter that the little maid Nanda 
ran away screaming to her mistress, whereupon the 
Princess Langwidere, roused to great anger by this 
rude invasion of her palace, came running into the 
drawing room without any assistance whatever. 

There she stood before the slight and delicate 
form of the little girl from Oz and cried out;- 

How dare you enter my palace unbidden: 5 
Leave this room at once, or I will bind you and all 
your people in chains, and throw you into my dark- 
est dungeons! 


Ozma to the Rescue 

"What a dangerous lady!" murmured the Scare- 
crow, in a soft voice. 

"She seems a little nervous," replied the Tin 

But Ozma only smiled at the angry Princess. 

"Sit down, please," she said, quietly. "I have 
traveled a long way to see you, and you must listen 
to what I have to say." 

"Must!' screamed the Princess, her black eyes 
flashing with fury for she still wore her No. 17 
head. "Must, to meV' 


Ozma of Oz 

"To be sure," said Ozma. "I am Ruler ot the 
Land of Oz, and I am powerful enough to destroy 
all your kingdom, if I so wish. Yet I did not come 
here to do harm, but rather to free the royal family 
of Ev from the thrall of the Noma King, the news 
having reached me that he is holding the Queen 
and her children prisoners." 

Hearing these words, Langwidere suddenly be- 
came quiet. 

"I wish you could, indeed, free my aunt and her 
ten royal children," said she, eagerly. "For if they 
were restored to their proper forms and station they 
could rule the Kingdom of Ev themselves, and that 
would save me a lot of worry and trouble. At 
present there are at least ten minutes every day that 
I must devote to affairs of state, and I would like 
to be able to spend my whole time in admiring my 
beautiful heads." 

"Then we will presently discuss this matter," 
said Ozma, "and try to find a way to liberate your 
aunt and cousins. But first you must liberate an- 
other prisoner the little girl you have locked up 
in your tower." 

"Of course," said Langwidere, readily. "I had 
forgotten all about her. That was yesterday, you 
know, and a Princess cannot be expected to 



Ozma of Oz 

remember today what she did yesterday. Come 
with me, and I will release the prisoner at once." 

So Ozma followed her, and they passed up the 
stairs that led to the room in the tower. 

While they were gone Ozma's followers remained 
in the drawing-room, and the Scarecrow was lean- 
ing against a form that he had mistaken for a copper 
statue when a harsh, metallic voice said suddenly in 
his ear: 

" Get off my foot, please. You are scratch-ing 
my pol-ish." 

"Oh, excuse me!' 1 he replied, hastily drawing 
back. "Are you alive?' 

"No," said Tiktok, "I am on-ly a ma-chine. But 
I can think and speak and act, when I am pro-per- 
ly wound up. Just now my ac-tion is run down, 
and Dor-o-thy has the key to it." 

"That's all right," replied the Scarecrow. Dor- 
othy will soon be free, and then she'll attend to your 
works. But it must be a great misfortune not to 
be alive. I'm sorry for you." 

"Why?" asked Tiktok. 

"Because you have no brains, as I have," said the 

"Oh, yes, I have," returned Tiktok. "I am 
fit-ted with Smith & Tin-ker's Improved Com-bi- 


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na-tion Steel Brains. They are what make me 
think. What sort of brains are you fit-ted with?" 

" I don't know," admitted the Scarecrow. "They 
were given to me by the great Wizard of Oz, 
and I didn't get a chance to examine them be- 
fore he put them in. Hut they work splendidly and 
my conscience is very active. Have you a con- 
science? ' 

"No," said Tiktok. 

"And no heart, I suppose ? " added the Tin Wood- 
man, who had been listening with interest to this 

"No," said Tiktok. 

"Then," continued the Tin Woodman, "I regret 
to say that you are greatly inferior to my friend the 
Scarecrow, and to myself. For we are both alive, 
and he has brains which do not need to be wound 
up, while I have an excellent heart that is continu- 
ally beating in my bosom." 

"I con-grat-u-late you," replied Tiktok. "1 can- 
not help be-ing your in-ter-i-or for I am a mere 
ma-chine. When I am wound up I do my du-ty 
by go-ing just as my ma-chin-er-y is made to go. 
You have no i-de-a how full of ma-chin-er-y I am." 

"I can guess," said the Scarecrow, looking at 
the machine man curiously. "Some day I'd like 





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to take you apart and see just how you are made." 

"Do not do that, I beg of you," said Tiktok; 
"for you could not put me to-geth-er a-gain, and 
my use-ful-ness would be de-stroyed." 

"Oh! are you useful?" asked the Scarecrow, sur- 

"Ve-ry," said Tiktok. 

"In that case," the Scarecrow kindly promised, 
"I won't fool with your interior at all. For I am 
a poor mechanic, and might mix you up." 

"Thank you," said Tiktok. 

Just then Ozma re-entered the room, leading 
Dorothy by the hand and followed closely by the 
Princess Langwidere. 

Hungrij Tig 


first thing Dorothy 
did was to rush into 
the embrace of the 
Scarecrow, whose painted 

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face beamed with delight as " ' 
he pressed her form to his 
straw-padded bosom. Then 
the Tin Woodman embraced 
her very gently, tor he knew his 
tin arms might hurt her if he squeezed 
too roughly. 

These greetings having been ex- 
changed, Dorothy took the key to Tiktok 
from her pocket and wound up the machine 
man's action, so that he could bow properly 
when introduced to the rest of the company 


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While doing this she told them now useful Tiktok 
had been to her, and both the Scarecrow and the 
Tin Woodman shook hands with the machine once 
more and thanked him for protecting their friend. 

Then Dorothy asked: "Where is Hillina?" 

"I don't know," said the Scarecrow. "Who is 

"She's a yellow hen who is another friend of 
mine," answered the girl, anxiously. "I wonder 
what has become of her?" 

"She is in the chicken house, in the back yard," 
said the Princess. "My drawing-room is no place 
for hens." 

Without waiting to hear more Dorothy ran to 
get Billina, and just outside the door she came upon 
the Cowardly Lion, still hitched to the chariot be- 
side the great Tiger. The Cowardly Lion had a 
big bow of blue ribbon fastened to the long hair 
between his ears, and the Tiger wore a bow of red 
ribbon on his tail, just in front of the bushy end. 

In an instant Dorothy was hugging the huge Lion 

"I'm so glad to see you again!" she cried. 

"I am also glad to see you, Dorothy," said the 
Lion. "We've had some fine adventures together, 
haven't we? ' 


The Hungry Tiger 

"Yes, indeed," she replied. "How are you?' 

"As cowardly as ever," the beast answered in a 

meek voice. "Every little thing scares me and 

makes my heart beat fast. But let me introduce 

to you a new friend of mine, the Hungry Tiger." 

"Oh! Are you hungry ?' she asked, turning to 
the other beast, who was just then yawning so wide- 
ly that he displayed two rows of terrible teeth and 
a mouth big enough to startle anyone. 

"Dreadfully hungry," answered the Tiger, snap- 
ping his jaws together with a fierce click. 

"Then why don't you eat something?" sheasked. 


Ozma of Oz 

"It's no use," said the Tiger sadly. "I've tried 
that, but I always get hungry again." 

"Why, it is the same with me," said Dorothy. 
"Yet I keep on eating." 

"But you eat harmless things, so it doesn't mat- 
ter," replied the Tiger. " For my part, I'm a sav- 
age beast, and have an appetite for all sorts of poor 
little living creatures, from a chipmonk to fat babies, 

"How dreadful!" said Dorothy. 

"Isn't it, though?" returned the Hungry Tiger, 
licking his lips with his long red tongue. " Fat 
babies! Don't they sound delicious? But I've 
never eaten any, because my conscience tells me it 
is wrong. If I had no conscience I would probably 
eat the babies and then get hungry again, which 
would mean that I had sacrificed the poor babies 
for nothing. No; hungry I was born, and hungry 
I shall die. But I'll not have any cruel deeds on my 
conscience to be sorry for." 

"I think you are a very good tiger," said Dor- 
othy, patting the huge head of the beast. 

"In that you are mistaken," was the reply. "I 
am a good beast, perhaps, but a disgracefully bad 
tiger. 1'or it is the nature of tigers to be cruel 
and ferocious, and in refusing to eat harmless living 
creatures I am acting as no good tiger has ever 



Ozma of Oz 

before acted. That is why I left the forest and joined 
my friend the Cowardly Lion." 

"But the Lion is not really cowardly," said Dor- 
othy. "I have seen him act as bravely as can be." 

"All a mistake, my dear," protested the Lion 
gravely. "To others I may have seemed brave, at 
times, but I have never been in any danger that I 
was not afraid." 

"Nor I," said Dorothy, truthfully But I must 
go and set free Billina, and then I will see you 

She ran around to the back yard ot the palace 
and soon found the chicken house, being guided to 
it by a loud cackling and crowing and a distracting 
hubbub of sounds such as chickens make when they 
are excited. 

Something seemed to be wrong in the chicken 
house, and when Dorothy looked through the slats 
in the door she saw a group of hens and roosters 
huddled in one corner and watching what appeared 
to be a whirling ball of feathers., It bounded here 
and there about the chicken house, and at first 
Dorothy could not tell what it was, while the 
screeching of the chickens nearly deafened her. 

But suddenly the bunch of feathers stopped 
whirling, and then, to her amazement, the girl saw 


The Hungry Tiger 

Billina crouching upon the prostrate form of a 
speckled rooster. For an instant they both re- 
mained motionless, and then the yellow hen shook 
her wings to settle the feathers and walked toward 
the door with a strut of proud defiance and a cluck 
of victory, while the speckled rooster limped away 
to the group ot other chickens, trailing his crumpled 
plumage in the dust as he went. 

"Why, Billina!' cried Dorothy, in a shocked 
voice; "have you been fighting?' 

"I really think I have," retorted Billina. "Do 
you think I'd let that speckled villain of a rooster 
lord it over me, and claim to run this chicken 
house, as long as I'm able to peck and scratch? 
Not if my name is Bill!' 

"It isn't Bill, it's Billina; and you're talking slang, 
which is very undig'n'fied," said Dorothy, reprov- 
ingly. "Come here, Billina, and I'll let you out; 
for Ozma of Oz is here, and has set us free." 

So the yellow hen came to the door, which Dor- 
othy unlatched tor her to pass through, and the 
other chickens silently watched them from their 
corner without offering to approach nearer. 

The girl lifted her friend in her arms and ex- 

"Oh, Billina! how dreadful you look. You've 


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lost a lot of feathers, and one of your eyes is nearly 
pecked out, and your comb is bleeding! 

"That's nothing," said Billina. "Just look at 
the speckled rooster! Didn't I do him up brown?" 

Dorothy shook her head. 

"I don't 'prove of this, at all," she said, carrying 
Billina away toward the palace. "It isn't a good 
thing for you to 'sociate with those common 
chickens. They would soon spoil your good man- 
ners, and you wouldn't be respec'able any more." 

"I didn't ask to associate with them," replied 
Billina. "It is that cross old Princess who is to 
blame. But I was raised in the United States, and 
I won't allow any one-horse chicken of the Land 
of Ev to run over me and put on airs, as long as I 
can lift a claw in self-defense." 

"Very well, Billina," said Dorothy. "We won't 
talk about it any more." 

Soon they came to the Cowardly Lion and the 
Hungry Tiger to whom the girl introduced the 
Yellow Hen. 

"Glad to meet any friend of Dorothy's," said the 
Lion, politely. "To judge by your present appear- 
ance, you are not a coward, as I am." 

"Your present appearance makes my mouth 
water," aaid the Tiger, looking at Billina greedily. 



Ozma of Oz 

"My, my! how good you would taste if I could only 
crunch you between my jaws. But don't worry. 
You would only appease my appetite for a moment; 
so it isn't worth while to eat you." 

"Thank you," said the hen, nestling closer in 
Dorothy's arms. 

"Besides, it wouldn't be right," continued the 
Tiger, looking steadily at Billina and clicking his 
jaws together. 

"Of course not," cried Dorothy, hastily. "Billina 
is my friend, and you mustn't ever eat her unde.r any 

"I'll try to remember that," said the Tiger; "but 
I'm a little absent-minded, at times." 

Then Dorothy carried her pet into the drawing- 
room of the palace, where Tiktok, being invited to 
do so by Ozma, had seated himself between the 
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman. Opposite to them 
sat Ozma herself and the Princess Langwidere, and 
beside them there was a vacant chair for Dorothy. 


Around this important group was ranged the 
Army of Oz, and as Dorothy looked at the hand- 
some uniforms of the Twenty-Seven she said: 

"Why, they seem to be all officers." 

"They are, all except one," answered the Tin 
Woodman. "I have in my Army eight Generals, 


The Hungry Tiger 

six Colonels, seven Majors and five Captains, besides 
one private for them to command. I'd like to pro- 
mote the private, for I believe no private should ever 
be in public life; and I've also noticed that officers 
usually fight better and are more reliable than com- 
mon soldiers. Besides, the officers are more impor- 
tant looking, and lend dignity to our army." 

"No doubt you are right," said Dorothy, seating 
herself beside Ozma. 

"And now," announced the girlish Ruler of Oz, 
"we will hold a solemn conference to decide the 
best manner of liberating the royal family of this 
fair Land of Ev from their long imprisonment." 


Tin Woodman was 
the first to address the 

" To begin with," said he, 
"word came to our noble and 
illustrous Ruler, OzmaofOz, that 
the wife and ten children five 
boys and five girls of the former 
King of Ev, by name Evoldo, have 
been enslaved by the Nome King and 
are held prisoners in his underground pal- 
ace. Also that there was no one in Ev 
powerful enough to release them. Naturally 
our Ozma wished to undertake the adventure 
of liberating the poor prisoners; but for a long 
time she could find no way to cross the great 


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desert between the two countries. Finally she went 
to a friendly sorceress of our land named Glinda the 
Good, who heard the story and at once presented 
Ozma a magic carpet, which would continually un- 
roll beneath our feet and so make a comfortable path 
for us to cross the desert. As soon as she had re- 
ceived the carpet our gracious Ruler ordered me to 
assemble our army, which I did. You behold in 
these bold warriors the pick of all the finest soldiers 
of Oz; and, if we are obliged to fight the Nome 
King, every officer as well as the private, will battle 
fiercely unto death." 

Then Tiktok spoke. 

"Why should you fight the Nome King?' he 
asked. "He has done no wrong." 

"No wrong!" cried Dorothy. "Isn't it wrong 
to imprison a queen mother and her ten children? ' 

" They were sold to the Nome King by King 
Ev-ol-do," replied Tiktok. "It was the King of Ev 
who did wrong, and when he re-al-ized what he had 
done he jumped in-to the sea and drowned him-self." 

"This is news to me," said Ozma, thoughtfully. 
"I had supposed the Nome King was all to blame 
in the matter. But, in any case, he must be made 
to liberate the prisoners." 

"My uncle Evoldo was a very wicked man," 


Ozma of Oz 

declared the Princess Langwidere. "If he had 
drowned himself before he sold his family, no one 
would have cared. But he sold them to the pow- 
erful Nome King in exchange for a long life, and 
afterward destroyed the lite by jumping into the 

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"Then," said Ozma, "he did not get the long 
life, and the Nome King must give up the prison- 
ers. Where are they confined?' 

" No one knows, exactly," replied the Princess. 
"For the king, whose name is Roquatofthe Rocks, 
owns a splendid palace underneath the great moun- 
tain which is at the north end of this kingdom, and 
he has transformed the queen and her children into 
ornaments and bric-a-brac with which to decorate 
his rooms." 

"I'd like to know," said Dorothy, "who this 
Nome King is? ' 

"I will tell you," replied Ozma. "He is said to 
be the Ruler of the Underground World, and com- 
mands the rocks and all that the rocks contain. 
Under his rule are many thousands of the Nomes,who 
are queerly shaped but powerful sprites that labor at 
the furnaces and forges of their king, making gold 
and silver and other metals which they conceal in 


the crevices of the rocks, so that those living upon 


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the earth's surface can only hnd them with great 
dfficulty. Also they make diamonds and rubies and 
emeralds, which they hide in the ground; so that 
the kingdom of the Nomes is wonderfully rich, and 
all we have of precious stones and silver and gold is 
what we take from the earth and rocks where the 
Nome King has hidden them." 

" I understand," said Dorothy, nodding her lit- 
tle head wisely. 

" For the reason that we often steal his treas- 
ures," continued Ozma, "the Ruler of the Under- 
ground World is not fond of those who live upon 
the earth's surface, and never appears among us. If 
we wish to see King Roquat of the Rocks, we must 
visit his own country, where he is all powerful, and 
therefore it will be a dangerous undertaking." 

"But, for the sake of the poor prisoners," said 
Dorothy, "we ought to do it." 

"We shall do it," replied the Scarecrow, "al- 
though it requires a lot of courage for me to go 
near to the furnaces of the Nome King. For I am 
only stuffed with straw, and a single spark of fire 
might destroy me entirely." 

"The furnaces may also melt my tin," said the 
Tin Woodman; "but I am going." 

"I can't bear heat," remarked the Princess Lang- 


O z m a of O z 

widere, yawning lazily, "so I shall stay at home. 
But I wish you may have success in your undertak- 
ing, for I am heartily tired of ruling this stupid 
kingdom, and I need more leisure in which to ad- 
mire my beautiful heads." 

"We do not need you," said Ozma. "For, if 
with the aid of my brave followers I cannot accom- 
plish my purpose, then it would be useless for you 
to undertake the journey." 

"Q^uite true," sighed the Princess. "So, if you'll 
excuse me, I will now retire to my cabinet. I've 
worn this head quite awhile, and I want to change 
it for another." 

When she had left them (and you may be sure 
no one was sorry to see her go ) Ozma said to Tik- 

"Will you join our party?' 

"I am the slave of the girl Dor-oth-y, who res- 
cued me from pris-on," replied the machine. 
"Where she goes I will go." 

"Oh, I am going with my friends, of course," 
said Dorothy, quickly. "I wouldn't miss the fun 
for anything. Will you go, too, Billina? ' 

" To be sure," said Billina in a careless tone. 
She was smoothing down the feathers of her back 
and not paying much attention. 



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"Heat is just in her line," remarked the Scare- 
crow. "If she is nicely roasted, she will be better 
than ever." 

"Then" said Ozma, "we will arrange to start for 
the Kingdom of the Nomes at daybreak tomorrow. 
And, in the meantime, we will rest and prepare 
ourselves for the journey." 

Although Princess Langwidere did not again 
appear to her guests, the palace servants waited upon 
the strangers from Oz and did everything in their 
power to make the party comfortable. There were 
many vacant rooms at their disposal, and the brave 
Army of twenty-seven was easily provided for and 
liberally feasted. 

The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger were 
unharnessed from the chariot and allowed to roam 
at will throughout the palace, where they nearly 
frightened the servants into fits, although they did 
no harm at all. At one time Dorothy found the 
little maid Nanda crouching in terror in a corner, 
with the Hungry Tiger standing before her. 

" You certainly look delicious," the beast was 

saying. "Will you kindly give me permission to eat 

i ' 

"No, no, no! ' cried the maid in reply. 
"Then," said the Tiger, yawning frightfully, 


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"please to get me about thirty pounds of tenderloin 
steak, cooked rare, with a peck of boiled potatoes on 
the side, and five gallons of ice-cream tor dessert." 

"I I'll do the best I can!" said Nanda, and she 

ran away as fast as she could go. 

"Are you so very hungry? asked Dorothy, in 

"You can hardly imagine the size of my appe- 
tite," replied the Tiger, sadly. "It seems to fill my 
whole body, from the end of my throat to the tip 
of my tail. 1 am very sure the appetite doesn't fit 
me, and is too large for the size of my body. Some 
dav, when I meet a dentist with a pair of forceps, 
I'm going to have it pulled." 

"What, your tooth? ' asked Dorothy. 

"No, my appetite," said the Hungry Tiger. 

The little girl spent most ot the afternoon 
talking with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, 
who related to her all that had taken place in the 
Land of Oz since Dorothy had left it. She was 
much interested in the story of Ozma, who had 
been, when a baby, stolen by a wicked old witch 
and transformed into a boy. She did not know 
that she had ever been a girl until she was re- 
stored to her natural form by a kind sorceress. 
Then it was found that she was the only child of 



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the former Ruler of Oz, and was entitled to rule in 
his place. Ozma had many adventures, however, 
before she regained her father's throne, and in these 
she was accompanied by a pumpkin-headed man, a 
highly magnified and thoroughly educated Woggle- 
Bug, and a wonderful sawhorse that had been 
brought to life by means of a magic powder. The 
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman had also assisted 
her; but the Cowardly Lion, who ruled the great 
forest as the K-ing of Beasts, knew nothing of Ozma 
until after she became the reigning princess of Oz. 
Then he journeyed to the Kmerald City to see her, 
and on hearing she was about to visit the Land of 
Ev to set free the royal family of that country, the 
Cowardly Lion begged to go with her, and brought 
along his friend, the Hungry Tiger, as well. 

Having heard this story, Dorothy related to them 
her own adventures, and then went out with her 
friends to find the Sawhorse, which Ozma had caused 
to be shod with plates of gold, so that its legs would 
not wear out. 

They came upon the Sawhorse standing motion- 
less beside the garden gate, but when Dorothy was 
introduced to him he bowed politely and blinked 
his eyes, which were knots of wood, and wagged 
his tail, which was only the branch of a tree. 





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"What a remarkable thing, to be alive!" ex- 
claimed Dorothy. 

"I quiet agree with you," replied the Sawhorse, 
in a rough but not unpleasant voice. "A creature 
like me has no business to live, as we all know. But 

it was the magic powder that did it, so I cannot 
justly be blamed." 

" Of course not," said Dorothy. " And you seem 
to be of some use, 'cause I noticed the Scarecrow 
riding upon your back." 

"Oh, yes; I'm of use," returned the Sawhorse; 


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"and I never tire, never have to be fed, or cared for 
in any way." 

"Are you intel'gent?" asked the girl. 

"Not very," said the creature. It would be 
foolish to waste intelligence on a common Sawhorse, 
when so many professors need it. But I know 
enough to obey my masters, and to gid-dup, or whoa, 
when I'm told to. So I'm pretty well satisfied." 

That night Dorothy slept in a pleasant little bed- 
chamber next to that occupied by Ozma of Oz, and 
Billina perched upon the foot of the bed and tucked 
her head under her wing and slept as soundly in 
that position as did Dorothy upon her soft cush- 

But before daybreak every one was awake and 
stirring, and soon the adventurers were eating a hasty 
breakfast in the great dining-room of the palace. 
Ozma sat at the head of a long table, on a raised 
platform, with Dorothy on her right hand and the 
Scarecrow on her left. The Scarecrow did not eat, 
of course; but Ozma placed him near her so that 
she might ask his advice about the journey while 
she ate. 

Lower down the table were the twenty-seven 
warriors of Oz, and at the end of the room the Lion 
and the Tiger were eating out of a kettle that had 


Ozma of Oz 

been placed upon the floor, while Billina fluttered 
around to pick up any scraps that might be 

It did not take long to finish the meal, and then 
the Lion and the Tiger were harnessed to the char- 
iot and the party was ready to start for the Nome 
King's Palace. 

First rode Ozma, with Dorothy beside her in the 
golden chariot and holding Billina fast in her arms. 
Then came the Scarecrow on the Sawhorse, with 
the Tin Woodman and Tiktok marching side by 
side just behind him. After these tramped the 
Army, looking brave and handsome in their splendid 
uniforms. The generals commanded the colonels 
and the colonels commanded the majors and the 
majors commanded the captains and the captains 
commanded the private, who marched with an air 
of proud importance because it required so many 
officers to give him his orders. 

And so the magnificent procession left the palace 
and started along the road just as day was breaking, 
and by the time the sun came out thev had made 
good progress toward the valley that led to the 
Nome King's domain. 


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road led for a time 
through a pretty farm 
country, and then past a 
picnic grove that was very 
inviting. But the procession 
continued to steadily advance 
until Billina cried in an abrupt 
and commanding manner: 

Wait wait!" 

Ozma stopped her chariot 
suddenly that the Scarecrow's Saw- 
horse nearly ran into it, and the ranks of 
the army tumbled over one another be- 
fore they could come to a halt. Immedi- 
ately the yellow hen struggled from Dorothy's 
arms and flew into a clump of bushes by the 



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"What's the matter?" called the Tin Woodman, 

"Why, Billina wants to lay her egg, that's all," 
said Dorothy. 

"Lay her egg!" repeated the Tin Woodman, in 

"Yes; she lays one every morning, about this 
time; and it's quite fresh," said the girl. 

" But does your foolish old hen suppose that this 
entire cavalcade, which is bound on an important 
adventure, is going to stand still while she lays her 
egg?" enquired the Tin Woodman, earnestly. 

"What else can we do?" asked the girl. "It's a 
habit of Billina's and she can't break herself ot it." 

"Then she must hurry up," said the Tin Wood- 
man, impatiently. 

"No, no!' exclaimed the Scarecrow. "If she 
hurries she may lay scrambled eggs." 

"That's nonsense," said Dorothy. "But Billina 
won't be long, I'm sure." 

So they stood and waited, although all were rest- 
less and anxious to proceed. And by and by the 
yellow hen came from the bushes saying: 

"Kut-kut, kut, ka-daw-kutt!" Kut, kut, kut 


The Giant With the Hammer 

"What is she doing singing her lay? ' asked the 

"For-ward march!" shouted the Tin Woodman, 
waving his axe, and the procession started just as 
Dorothy had once more grabbed Billina in her arms. 


" Isn't anyone going to get my egg?." cried the 
hen, in great excitement. 

"I'll get it," said the Scarecrow; and at his 
command the Sawhorse pranced into the bushes. 
The straw man soon found the egg, which he placed 
in his jacket pocket. The cavalcade, having moved 
rapidly on, was even then far in advance; but it did 





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not take the Sawhorse long to catch up with it, and 
presently the Scarecrow was riding in his accustomed 
place behind Ozma's chariot. 

"What shall I do with the egg?" he asked 

"I do not know," the girl answered. "Perhaps 
the Hungry Tiger would like it." 

"It would not be enough to fill one of my back 
teeth," remarked the Tiger. "A bushel of them, 
hard boiled, might take a little of the edge off my 
appetite; but one egg isn't good for anything at all, 
that I know of." 


The Giant With the Hammer 

"No; it wouldn't even make a sponge cake," 
said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "The Tin Wood- 
man might carry it with his axe and hatch it; but 
after all I may as well keep it myself for a souvenir." 
So he left it in his pocket. 

They had now reached that part of the valley 
that lay between the two high mountains which 

Dorothy had seen from her tower window. At the 
far end was the third great mountain, which blocked 
the valley and was the northern edge of the Land 
of Ev. It was underneath this mountain that the 
Nome King's palace was said to be; but it would 


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be some time before they reached that place. 

The path was becoming rocky and difficult for 
the wheels of the chariot to pass over, and presently 
a deep gulf appeared at their feet which was too 
wide for them to leap. So Ozma took a small 
square of green cloth from her pocket and threw it 
upon the ground. At once it became the magic 
carpet, and unrolled itself far enough for all the 
cavalcade to walk upon. The chariot now ad- 
vanced, and the green carpet unrolled before it, 
crossing the gulf on a level with its banks, so that 
all passed over in safety. 

"That's easy enough," said the Scarecrow. 
"I wonder what will happen next." 

He was not long in making the discovery, for the 
sides of the mountain came closer together until 
finally there was but a narrow path between them, 
along which Ozma and her party were forced to 
pass in single file 

They now heard a low and deep "thump! 
thump! thump!" which echoed throughout the 
valley and seemed to grow louder as they advanced. 
Then, turning a corner of rock, they saw before 
them a huge form, which towered above the path 
for more than a hundred feet. The form was that 
of a gigantic man built out of plates of cast iron, 


The Giant With the Hammer 

and it stood with one foot on either side of the 
narrow road and swung over its right shoulder an 
immense iron mallet, with which it constantly 
pounded the earth. These resounding blows ex- 
plained the thumping sounds they had heard, for 
the mallet was much bigger than a barrel, and 
where it struck the path between the rocky sides of 
the mountain it filled all the space through which 
our travelers would be obliged to pass. 

Of course they at once halted, a safe distance 
away from the terrible iron mallet. The magic 
carpet would do them no good in this case, tor it 
was only meant to protect them from any dangers 
upon the ground beneath their feet, and not from 
dangers that appeared in the air above them. 

"Wow!" said the Cowardly Lion, with a shudder. 
"It makes me dreadfully nervous to see that big 
hammer pounding so near my head. One blow 
would crush me into a door-mat." 

"The ir-on gi-ant is a fine fel-low," said Tiktok, 
"and works as stead-i-ly as a clock. He was made 
for the Nome King by Smith & Tin-ker, who made 
me, and his du-ty is to keep folks from find-ing the 
un-der-ground pal-ace. Is he not a great work of 


"Can he think, and speak, as you do?" asked 


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Ozma, regarding the giant witn wondering eyes. 

"No," replied the machine; "he is on-ly made to 
pound the road, and has no think-ing or speak-ing 
at-tach-ment. But he pounds ve-ry well, I think." 

"Too well," observed the Scarecrow. "He is 
keeping us from going farther. Is there no way to 
stop his machinery?" 

"On-ly the Nome King, who has the key, can do 
that," answered Tiktok. 

"Then," said Dorothy, anxiously, "what shall we 

"Excuse me for a tew minutes," said the Scare- 
crow, "and I will think it over." 

He retired, then, to a position in the rear, where 
he turned his painted face to the rocks and began 
to think. 

Meantime the giant continued to raise his iron 
mallet high in the air and to strike the path terrific 
blows that echoed through the mountains like the 
roar of a cannon. Each time the mallet lifted, 
however, there was a moment when the path be- 
neath the monster was free, and perhaps the Scare- 
crow had noticed this, for when he came back to 
the others he said: 

"The matter is a very simple one, after all. We 
have but to run under the hammer, one at a time, 



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when it is lifted, and pass to the other side before 
it falls again." 

"It will require quick work, if we escape the 
blow," said the Tin Woodman, with a shake of his 
head. "But it really seems the only thing to be 
done. Who will make the first attempt 2 " 

They looked at one another hesitatingly for a 
moment. Then the Cowardly Lion, who was 
trembling like a leaf in the wind, said to them: 

"I suppose the head of the procession must go 
first and that's me. But I'm terribly afraid of 
the big hammer!" 

" What will become of me?" asked Ozma. "You 
might rush under the hammer yourself, but the 
chariot would surely be crushed." 

"We must leave the chariot," said the Scarecrow. 
"But you two girls can ride upon the backs of the 
Lion and the Tiger." 

So this was decided upon, and Ozma, as soon as 
the Lion was unfastened from the chariot, at once 
mounted the beast's back and said she was ready. 

"Cling fast to his mane," advised Dorothy. "I 
used to ride him myself, and that's the way I held 


So Ozma clung fast to the mane, and the lion 
crouched in the path and eyed the swinging mallet 


The Giant With the Hammer 

carefully until he knew just the instant it would 
begin to rise in the air. 

"Then, before anyone thought he was ready, he 
made a sudden leap straight between the iron giant's 
legs, and before the mallet struck the ground again 
the Lion and Ozma were safe on the other side. 

The Tiger went next. Dorothy sat upon his 
back and locked her arms around his striped neck, 
for he had no mane to cling to. He made the leap 
straight and true as an arrow from a bow, and ere 
Dorothy reali/ed it she was out of danger and 
standing by Ozma's side. 

Now came the Scarecrow on the Sawhorse, and 
while they made the dash in safety they were within 
a hair's breadth of being caught by the descending 

Tiktok walked up to the very edge of the spot 
the hammer struck, and as it was raised for the next 
blow he calmly stepped forward and escaped its 
descent. That was an idea for the Tin Woodman 
to follow, and he also crossed in safety while the 
great hammer was in the air. But when it came 
to the twenty-six officers and the private, their knees 
were so weak that they could not walk a step. 

"In battle we are wonderfully courageous," said 
one of the generals, "and our foes find us very 


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terrible to face. But war is one thing and this is 
another. When it comes to being pounded upon 
the head by an iron hammer, and smashed into pan- 
cakes, we naturally object." 

"Make a run for it," urged the Scarecrow. 

"Our knees shake so that we cannot run," an- 
swered a captain. "If we should try it we would 
all certainly be pounded to a jelly." 

"Well, well," sighed the Cowardly Lion, "I see, 
friend Tiger, that we must place ourselves in great 
danger to rescue this bold army. Come with me, 
and we will do the best we can." 

So, Ozma and Dorothy having already dismounted 
from their backs, the Lion and the Tiger leaped 
back again under the awful hammer and returned 
with two generals clinging to their necks. They 
repeated this daring passage twelve times, when all 
the officers had been carried beneath the giant's 
legs and landed safely on the further side. By that 
time the beasts were very tired, and panted so hard 
that their tongues hung out of their great mouths. 

"But what is to become of the private?" asked 

"Oh, leave him there to guard the chariot," said 
the Lion. "I'm tired out, and won't pass under 
that mallet again." 



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The officers at once protested that they must 
have the private with them, else there would be no 
one for them to command. But neither the Lion 
or the Tiger would go after him, and so the Scare- 
crow sent the Sawhorse. 

Either the wooden horse was careless, or it failed 
to properly time the descent of the hammer, tor 
the mighty weapon caught it squarely upon its 
head, and thumped it against the ground so power- 
fully that the private flew off its back high into the 
air, and landed upon one of the giant's cast-iron 
arms. Here he clung desperately while the arm 
rose and tell with each one ot the rapid strokes. 

The Scarecrow dashed in to rescue his Saw- 
horse, and had his left toot smashed by the hammer 
before he could pull the creature out ot danger. 
They then tound that the Sawhorse had been badly 
dazed by the blow; tor while the hard wooden knot 
of which his head was formed could not be crushed 
by the hammer, both his ears were broken off and 
he would be unable to hear a sound until some new 
ones were made for him. Also his left knee was 
cracked, and had to be bound up with a string. 

Billina having fluttered under the hammer, it now 
remained only to rescue the private who was riding 
upon the iron giant's arm, high in the air. 


The Giant With the Hammer 

The Scarecrow lay flat upon the ground and 
called to the man to jump down upon his body, 
which was soft because it was stuffed with straw. 
This the private managed to do, waiting until a 
time when he was nearest the ground and then let- 
ting himself drop upon the Scarecrow. He accom- 
plished the feat without breaking any bones, and the 
Scarecrow declared he was not injured in the least. 

Therefore, the Tin Woodman having by this 
time titted new ears to the Sawhorse, the entire 
party proceeded upon its way, leaving the giant to 
pound the path behind them. 


and by, when they 
drew near to the moun- 
tain that blocked their path 
and which was the further- 
most edge of the Kingdom of 
Ev, the way grew dark and 
gloomy for the reason that the high 
peaks on either side shut out the 
sunshine. And it was very silent, too, 
as there were no birds to sing or squirrels 
to chatter, the trees being left far behind 
them and only the bare rocks remaining. 

Ozma and Dorothy were a little awed by 
the silence, and all the others were quiet and 
grave except the Sawhorse, which, as it trotted 
along with the Scarecrow upon his back, hummed 
a queer song, of which this was the chorus: 


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" Would a wooden horse in a woodland go ? 

Aye, aye! I sigh, he would, although 
Had he not had a wooden head 

He'd mount the mountain top instead." 

But no one paid any attention to this because 
they were now close to the Nome King's dominions, 
and his splendid underground palace could not be 
very far away. 

Suddenly they heard a shout of jeering laughter, 
and stopped short. They would have to stop in a 
minute, anyway, for the huge mountain barred their 
further progress and the path ran close up to a wall 
of rock and ended. 

"Who was that laughing?" asked Ozma. 

There was no reply, but in the gloom they could 
see strange forms flit across the face of the rock. 
Whatever the creations might be they seemed very like 
the rock itself, for thev were the color of rocks and 


their shapes were as rough and rugged as if they had 
been broken away from the side of the mountain. 
They kept close to the steep cliff facing our friends, 
and glided up and down, and this way and that, with a 
lack of regularity that was quite confusing. And 
they seemed not to need places to rest their feet, 
but clung to the surface of the rock as a fly does to 
a window-pane, and were never still for a moment. 


Ozma of Oz 

"Do not mind them," said Tiktok, as Dorothy 
shrank back. "They are on-ly the Nomes." 

"And what are Nomes?" asked the girl, half 

"They are rock fair-ies, and serve the Nome 


King," replied the machine. "But they will do us 
no harm. You must call for the King, be-cause 
with-out him you can ne-ver find the en-trance to 
the pal-ace." 

" You call," said Dorothy to Ozma. 

Just then the Nomes laughed again, and the sound 
was so wierd and disheartening that the twenty-six 
officers commanded the private to "right-about- 
face!" and they all started to run as fast as they 

The Tin Woodman at once pursued his army 
and cried "halt!" and when they had stopped their 
flight he asked: "Where are you going?" 

"I I find I've forgotten the brush for my 
whiskers," said a general, trembling with fear. "S-s-so 
we are g-going back after it!" 

"That is impossible," replied the Tin Woodman. 
"For the giant with the hammer would kill you all 
if you tried to pass him." 

"Oh! I'd forgotten the giant," said the general, 
turning pale. 


The Nome King 

"You seem to forget a good many things," re- 
marked the Tin Woodman. "I hope you won't 
forget that you are brave men." 

"Never!" cried the general, slapping his gold- 
embroidered chest. 

"Never!" cried all the other officers, indignantly 
slapping their chests. 

"For my part," said the private, meekly, "I must 
obey my officers; so when I am told to run, I run; 
and when I am told to fight, I hght." 

"That is right," agreed the Tin Woodman. "And 
now you must all come back to Ozma, and obey 
her orders. And if you try to run away again I 
will have her reduce all the twenty-six officers to 
privates, and make the private your general." 

This terrible threat so frightened them that they 
at once returned to where Ozma was standing be- 
side the Cowardly Lion. 

Then Ozma cried out in a loud voice: 

"I demand that the Nome King appear to us!" 

There was no reply, except that the shitting 
Nomes upon the mountain laughed in derision. 

"You must not command the Nome King," said 
Tiktok, "tor you do not rule him, as you do your 
own peo-ple." 

So Ozma called again, saying: 



The Nome King 

"I request the Nome King to appear to us." 
Only the mocking laughter replied to her, and 

the shadowy Nomes continued to ftit here and there 

upon the rocky clirl. 

"Try en-treat-v," said Tiktok to Ozma. "If he 

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will not come at your re-quest, then the Nome 
King may list-en to your plead-ing." 

Ozma looked around her proudly. 

"Do you wish your ruler to plead with this 
wicked Nome King?" she asked. "Shall O/ma of 
Oz humble herself to a creature who lives in an 
underground kingdom?" 

"No!" they all shouted, with big voices; and the 
Scarecrow added: 

"If he will not come, we will dig him out of his 
hole, like a fox, and conquer his stubbornness. But 
our sweet little ruler must always maintain her dig- 
nity, just as I maintain mine." 

"I'm not afraid to plead with him," said Dorothy. 
"I'm only a little girl from Kansas, and we've got 
more dignity at home than we know what to do 
with. /'// call the Nome King." 

"Do," said the Hungry Tiger; "and it he makes 
hash of you I'll willingly eat you for breakfast to- 
morrow morning." 

So Dorothy stepped forward and said: 



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"Please Mr. Nome King, come here and see us." 
The Nomes started to laugh again; but a low 
growl came from the mountain, and in a flash they 
had all vanished from sight and were silent. 

Then a door in the rock opened, and a voice 


"Isn't it a trick?" asked the Tin Woodman. 

"Never mind," replied Ozma. "We came here 
to rescue the poor Queen of Ev and her ten chil- 
dren, and we must run some risks to do so." 

"The Nome King is hon-est and good na-tured," 


The Nome King 

said Tiktok. "You can trust him to do what is 

So Ozma led the way, hand in hand with Doro- 
thy, and they passed through the arched doorway 
of rock and entered a long passage which was lighted 
by jewels set in the walls and having lamps behind 
them. There was no one to escort them, or to 
show them the way, but all the party pressed through 
the passage until they came to a round, domed 
cavern that was grandly furnished. 

In the center ot this room was a throne carved 
out of a solid boulder of rock, rude and rugged in 
shape but glittering with great rubies and diamonds 
and emeralds on every part of its surface. And upon 
the throne sat the Nome King. 

This important monarch of the Underground 
World was a little fat man clothed in gray-brown 
garments that were the exact color of the rock 
throne in which he was seated. His bushy hair 
and flowing beard were also colored like the rocks, 
and so was his face. He wore no crown of any 
sort, and his only ornament was a broad, jewel- 
studded belt that encircled his fat little body. As for 
his features, they seemed kindly and good humored, 
and his eyes were turned merrily upon his visitors 
as Ozma and Dorothy stood before him with their 



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followers ranged in close order behind them. 

"Why, he looks just like Santa Glaus only he 
isn't the same color!" whispered Dorothy to her 
friend; but the Nome King heard the speech, and 
it made him laugh aloud. 

"'He had a red face and a round little belly 

That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly!' 

quoth the monarch, in a pleasant voice; and they 
could all see that he really did shake like jelly when 
he laughed. 

Both Ozma and Dorothy were much relieved to 
find the Nome King so jolly, and a minute later he 
waved his right hand and the girls each found a 
cushioned stool at her side. 

"Sit down, my dears," said the King, "and tell 
me why you have come all this way to see me, and 
what I can do to make you happy." 

While they seated themselves the Nome King 
picked up a pipe, and taking a glowing red coal 
out of his pocket he placed it in the bowl of the 
pipe and began puffing out clouds of smoke that 
curled in rings above his head. Dorothy thought 
this made the little monarch look more like Santa 
Glaus than ever; but Ozma now began speaking, 
and every one listened intently to her words. 


The Nome King 

"Your Majesty," said she, " I am the ruler of the 
Land of Oz, and I have come here to ask you to re- 
lease the good Queen of Kv and her ten children, 
whom you have enchanted and hold as your prisoners." 

"Oh, no; you are mistaken about that," replied 

the King. "They are not my prisoners, but my 
slaves, whom I purchased from the King of Kv." 

"But that was wrong," said O/ma. 

"According to the laws of Kv, the king can do 
no wrong," answered the monarch, eyeing a ring of 
smoke he had just blown from his mouth; "so that 


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he had a perfect right to sell his family to me in 
exchange for a long life." 

"You cheated him, though," declared Dorothy; 
"for the King of Ev did not have a long life. He 
jumped into the sea and was drowned." 

"That was not my fault," said the Nome King, 
crossing his legs and smiling contentedly. "I gave 
him the long life, all right; but he destroyed it." 

"Then how could it be a long life?" asked 

"Easily enough," was the reply. "Now suppose, 
my dear, that I gave you a pretty doll in exchange 
for a lock of your hair, and that after you had re- 
ceived the doll you smashed it into pieces and de- 
stroyed it. Could you say that I had not given 
you a pretty doll ?" 

" No," answered Dorothy. 

"And could you, in fairness, ask me to return to 
you the lock of hair, just because you had smashed 
the doll?" 

"No," said Dorothy, again. 

"Of course not," the Nome King returned. "Nor 
will I give up the Queen and her children because 
the King of Ev destroyed his long life by jumping 
into the sea. They belong to me and I shall keep 



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"But you are treating them cruelly," said Ozma, 
who was much distressed by the King's refusal. 

"In what way?" he asked. 

" By making them your slaves," said she. 

"Cruelty," remarked the monarch, puffing out 
wreathes of smoke and watching them float into 
the air, "is a thing I can't abide. So, as slaves must 
work hard, and the Queen of Ev and her children 
were delicate and tender, I transformed them all 
into articles of ornament and bric-a-brac and 
scattered them around the various rooms of my 
palace. Instead of being obliged to labor, they 
merely decorate my apartments, and I really think 
I have treated them with great kindness." 

"But what a dreadful fate is theirs!" exclaimed 
Ozma, earnestly. "And the Kingdom of Ev is in 
great need of its royal family to govern it. If you 
will liberate them, and restore them to their proper 
forms, I will give you ten ornaments to replace each 
one you lose." 

The Nome King looked grave. 

"Suppose I refuse?" he asked. 

"Then," said Ozma, firmly, "I am here with my 
friends and my army to conquer your kingdom and 
oblige you to obey my wishes." 

The Nome King laughed until he choked; and 


The Nome King 

he choked until he coughed; and he coughed until 
his face turned from grayish-brown to bright red. 
And then he wiped his eyes with a rock-colored 
handkerchief and grew grave again. 

"You are as brave as you are pretty, my dear," 
he said to Ozma. "But you have little idea of the 
extent ot the task you have undertaken. Come 


with me for a moment." 

He arose and took Ozma's hand, leading her to 
a little door at one side of the room. This he 
opened and they stepped out upon a balcony, from 
whence they obtained a wonderful view of the 
Underground World. 

A vast cave extended for miles and miles under 
the mountain, and in every direction were furnaces 
and forges glowing brightly and Nomes hammering 
upon precious metals or polishing gleaming jewels. 
All around the walls ot the cave were thousands of 
doors of silver and gold, built into the solid rock, 
and these extended in rows far away into the dis- 
tance, as far as Ozma's eyes could follow them. 

While the little maid from Oz gazed wonderingly 
upon this scene the Nome King uttered a shrill 
whistle, and at once all the silver and gold doors 
flew open and solid ranks of Nome soldiers marched 
out from every one. So great were their numbers 


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that they quickly filled the immense underground 
cavern and forced the busy workmen to abandon 
their tasks. 

Although this tremendous army consisted of rock- 
colored Nomes, all squat and tat, they were clothed 
in glittering armor of polished steel, inlaid with 
beautiful gems. Upon his brow each wore a brilliant 
electric light, and they bore sharp spears and swords 
and battle-axes of solid bronze. It was evident they 
were perfectly trained, for they stood in straight 
rows, rank after rank, with their weapons held erect 
and true, as it awaiting but the word of command 
to level them upon their toes. 

"This," said the Nome King, "is but a small 
part of my army. No ruler upon Earth has ever 
dared to fight me, and no ruler ever will, for I am 
too powerful to oppose." 

He whistled again, and at once the martial array 
filed through the silver and gold doorways and dis- 
appeared, after which the workmen again resumed 
their labors at the furnaces. 

Then, sad and discouraged, Ozma of Oz turned 
to her friends, and the Nome King calmly reseated 
himself on his rock throne. 

"It would be foolish tor us to fight," the girl said 
to the Tin Woodman. " For our brave Twenty- 



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Seven would be quickly destroyed. I'm sure I do 
not know how to act in this emergency. 

"Ask the King where his kitchen is," suggested 
the Tiger. "I'm hungry as a bear." 

"I might pounce upon the King and tear him in 
pieces," remarked the Cowardly Lion. 

"Try it," said the monarch, lighting his pipe with 
another hot coal which he took from his pocket. 

The Lion crouched low and tried to spring upon 
the Nome King; but he hopped only a little way 
into the air and came down again in the same place, 
not being able to approach the throne by even an 

"It seems to me," said the Scarecrow, thought- 
fully, "that our best plan is to wheedle his Majesty 
into giving up his slaves, since he is too great a 
magician to oppose." 

"This is the most sensible thing any of you have 
suggested," declared the Nome King. "It is folly 
to threaten me, but I'm so kind-hearted that I can- 
not stand coaxing or wheedling. If you really wish 
to accomplish anything by your journey, my dear 
Ozma, you must coax me." 

"Very well," said Ozma, more cheerfully. "Let 
us be friends, and talk this over in a friendly 


The Nome King 

"To be sure," agreed the King, his eyes twinkling 

"I am very anxious," she continued, "to liberate 
the Queen of Ev and her children who are now 
ornaments and bric-a-brac in your Majesty's palace, 
and to restore them to their people. Tell me, sir, 
how this may be accomplished." 

The king remained thoughtful for a moment, after 
which he asked: 

"Are you willing to take a few chances and risks 
yourself, in order to set free the people of Ev? 

"Yes, indeed!" answered Ozma, eagerly. 

"Then," said the Nome King, "I will make you 
this offer: You shall go alone and unattended into 
my palace and examine carefully all that the rooms 
contain. Then you shall have permission to touch 
eleven different objects, pronouncing at the time 
the word < Ev,' and if any one of them, or more than 
one, proves to be the transformation of the Queen 
of Ev or any of her ten children, then they will in- 
stantly be restored to their true forms and may leave 
my palace and my kingdom in your company, with- 
out any objection whatever. It is possible for you, 
in this way, to free the entire eleven; but if you do 
not guess all the objects correctly, and some of the 
slaves remain transformed, then each one of your 



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friends and followers may, in turn, enter the palace 
and have the same privileges I grant you." 

"Oh, thank you! thank you for this kind offer!" 
said Ozma, eagerly. 

"I make but one condition," added the Nome 
King, his eyes twinkling. 

"What is it?" she enquired. 

"If none of the eleven objects you touch proves 
to be the transformation of any of the royal family 
of Ev, then, instead of freeing them, you will your- 
self become enchanted, and transformed into an 
article of bric-a-brac or an ornament. This is only 
fair and just, and is the risk you declared you were 
willing to take." 





this condition imposed 
by the Nome King, Ozma 
became silent and thought- 
ful, and all her friends looked 
at her uneasily. 

"Don't you do it!" exclaimed 
Dorothy. "If you guess wrong, 
you will be enslaved yourself." 

"But I shall have eleven guesses," 
answered Ozma. "Surely I ought to 
guess one object in eleven correctly ; and, 
it I do, I shall rescue one of the royal 
family and be safe myself. Then the rest of 
you may attempt it, and soon we shall free all 
those who are enslaved." 

"What if we fail ?'' enquired the Scarecrow. " I'd 


Ozma of Oz 

look nice as a piece of bric-a-brac, wouldn't I?" 

"We must not fail!" cried Ozma, courageously. 
"Having come all this distance to free these poor 
people, it would be weak and cowardly in us to 
abandon the adventure. Therefore I will accept 
the Nome King's offer, and go at once into the 
royal palace." 

"Come along, then, my dear," said the King, 
climbing down from his throne with some difficultv, 
because he was so fat; "I'll show you the way." 

He approached a wall of the cave and waved his 
hand. Instantly an opening appeared, through 
which Ozma, after a smiling farewell to her friends, 
boldly passed. 

She found herself in a splendid hall that was more 
beautiful and grand than anything she had ever be- 
held. The ceilings were composed of great arches 
that rose far above her head, and all the walls and 
floors were of polished marble exquisitely tinted in 
many colors. Thick velvet carpets were on the 
floor and heavy silken draperies covered the arches 
leading to the various rooms of the palace. The 
furniture was made of rare old woods richly carved 
and covered with delicate satins, and the entire pal- 
ace was lighted by a mysterious rosy glow that 
seemed to come from no particular place but flooded 


The Eleven Guesses 

each apartment with its soft and pleasing radiance. 

Ozma passed from one room to another, greatly 
delighted by all she saw. The lovely palace had no 
other occupant, for the Nome King had left her at 
the entrance, which closed behind her, and in all 
the magnificent rooms there appeared to be no 
other person. 

Upon the mantels, and on many shelves and 
brackets and tables, were clustered ornaments of 
every description, seemingly made out of all sorts 
of metals, glass, china, stones and marbles. There 
were vases, and figures of men and animals, and 
graven platters and bowls, and mosaics of precious 
gems, and many other things. Pictures, too, were 
on the walls, and the underground palace was quite 
a museum of rare and curious and costly objects. 

After her first hasty examination of the rooms 
Ozma began to wonder which of all the numerous 
ornaments they contained were the transformations 
of the royal family of Ev. There was nothing to 
guide her, for everything seemed without a spark of 
life. So she must guess blindly; and for the first 
time the girl came to reali/e how dangerous was 
her task, and how likely she was to lose her own 
freedom in striving to free others from the bondage 
of the Nome King. No wonder the cunning 



The Eleven Guesses 

monarch laughed good naturedly with his visitors, 
when he knew how easily they might be entrapped. 

But Ozma, having undertaken the venture, would 
not abandon it. She looked at a silver candelabra 
that had ten branches, and thought: "This may 
be the Queen of Ev and her ten children." So she 
touched it and uttered aloud the word "Ev," as the 
Nome King had instructed her to do when she 
guessed. But the candelabra remained as it was 

Then she wandered into another room and 
touched a china lamb, thinking it might be one of 
the children she sought. But again she was un- 
successful. Three guesses; four guesses; five, six, 
seven, eight, nine and ten she made, and still not 
one of them was right! 

The girl shivered a little and grew pale even 
under the rosy light; for now but one guess re- 
mained, and her own fate depended upon the result. 

She resolved not to be hasty, and strolled through 
all the rooms once more, gazing earnestly upon the 
various ornaments and trying to decide which she 
would touch. Finally, in despair, she decided to 
leave it entirely to chance. She faced the doorway 
of a room, shut her eyes tightly, and then, thrusting 
aside the heavy draperies, she advanced blindly with 


Ozma of Oz 

her right arm outstretched before her. 

Slowly, softly she crept forward until her hand 
came in contact with an object upon a small round 
table. She did not know what it was, but in a 
low voice she pronounced the word "Ev." 

The rooms were quite empty ot lite after that. 
The Nome King had gained a new ornament. For 
upon % the edge of the table rested a pretty grass- 
hopper, that seemed to have been formed from a 
single emerald. It was all that remained of Ozma 
of Oz. 

In the throne room just beyond the palace the 
Nome King suddenly looked up and smiled. 

"Next!" he said, in his pleasant voice. 

Dorothy, the Scarecrow, and the Tin Woodman, 
who had been sitting in anxious silence, each gave 
a start ot dismay and stared into one another's eyes. 

"Has she failed?" asked Tiktok. 

"So it seems," answered the little monarch, 
cheerfully. "But that is no reason one of you 
should not succeed. The next may have twelve 
guesses, instead of eleven, for there are now twelve 
persons transformed into ornaments. Well, well! 
Which of you goes next?" 

"I'll go," said Dorothy. 

" Not so," replied the Tin Woodman. "As com- 


The Eleven Guesses 

mander of Ozma's army, it is my privilege to follow 
her and attempt her rescue." 

"Away you go, then," said the Scarecrow. "But 
be careful, old friend." 

"I will," promised the Tin Woodman; and then 
he followed the Nome King to the entrance to the 
palace and the rock closed behind him. 


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a. moment the King re- 
turned to his throne and 
relighted his pipe, and the 
rest of the little band of ad- 
venturers settled themselves for 
another long wait. They were 
greatly disheartened by the failure 
of their girl Ruler, and the knowledge 
that she was now an ornament in the 
Nome King's palace a dreadful, creepy 
place in spite ot all its magnificence. 
Without their little leader they did not 
know what to do next, and each one, down 
to the trembling private of the army, began 
to fear he would soon be more ornamental than 


The Nome King Laughs 

Suddenly the Nome King began laughing. 

"Ha, ha, ha! He, he, he! Ho, ho, ho!" 

"What's happened?" asked the Scarecrow. 

"Why, your friend, the Tin Woodman, has be- 
come the funniest thing you can imagine," replied 
the King, wiping the tears of merriment from his 
eyes. "No one would ever believe he could make 
such an amusing ornament. Next!' 

They gazed at each other with sinking hearts. 
One of the generals began to weep dolefully. 

"What are you crying tor?" asked the Scarecrow, 
indignant at such a display of weakness. 

"He owed me six weeks back pay," said the gen- 
eral, "and I hate to lose him." 

"Then you shall go and find him," declared the 

"Me!" cried the general, greatly alarmed. 

"Certainly. It is your duty to follow your com- 
mander. March!" 

"I won't," said the general. "I'd like to, of 
course; but I just simply worit" 

The Scarecrow looked enauiringly at the Nome 

"Never mind," said the jolly monarch. "If he 
doesn't care to enter the palace and make his 
guesses I'll throw him into one of my fiery furnaces." 


Ozma of Oz 

"I'll go! of course I'm going," yelled the gen- 
eral, as quick as scat. "Where is the entrance 
where is it? Let me go at once!" 

So the Nome King escorted him into the palace, 
and again returned to await the result. What the 
general did, no one can tell; but it was not long 
before the King called for the next victim, and a 
colonel was forced to try his fortune. 

Thus, one after another, all of the twenty-six 
officers filed into the palace and made their guesses 
and became ornaments. 

Meantime the King ordered refreshments to be 
served to those waiting, and at his command a rudely 
shaped Nome entered, bearing a tray. This Nome 
was not unlike the others that Dorothy had seen, 
but he wore a heavy gold chain around his neck to 
show that he was the Chief Steward of the Nome 
King, and he assumed an air of much importance, 
and even told his majesty not to eat too much cake 
late at night, or he would be ill. 

Dorothy, however, was hungry, and she was not 
afraid of being ill; so she ate several cakes and found 
them good, and also she drank a cup of excellent 
coffee made af a richly flavored clay, browned in the 
furnaces and then ground fine, and found it most 
refreshing and not at all muddy. 


The Nome King Laughs 

Of all the party which had started upon this ad- 
venture, the little Kansas girl was now left alone 
with the Scarecrow, Tiktok, and the private for 
counsellors and companions. Of course the Coward- 
ly Lion and the Hungry Tiger were still there, but 
they, having also eaten some of the cakes, had gone 
to sleep at one side of the cave, while upon the 
other side stood the Sawhorse, motionless and silent, 
as became a mere thing of wood. Billina had 
quietly walked around and picked up the crumbs 
of cake which had been scattered, and now, as it 
was long after bed-time, she tried to find some dark 
place in which to go to sleep. 

Presently the hen espied a hollow underneath the 
King's rocky throne, and crept into it unnoticed. 
She could still hear the chattering of those around 
her, but it was almost dark underneath the throne, 
so that soon she had fallen fast asleep. 

"Next!" called the King, and the private, whose 
turn it was to enter the fatal palace, shook hands 
with Dorothy and the Scarecrow and bade them a 
sorrowful good-bye, and passed through the rocky 

They waited a long time, for the private was in 
no hurry to become an ornament and made his 
guesses very slowly. The Nome King, who seemed 


Ozma of Oz 

to know, by some magical power, all that took 
place in his beautiful rooms ot his palace, grew im- 
patient finally and declared he would sit up no longer. 

"I love ornaments," said he, "but I can wait un- 
til tomorrow to get more of them; so, as soon as 
that stupid private is transformed, we will all go to 
bed and leave the job to be finished in the morning." 

"Is it so very late?" asked Dorothy. 

"Why, it is after midnight," said the King, "and 
that strikes me as being late enough. There is 
neither night nor day in my kingdom, because it is 
under the earth's surface, where the sun does not 
shine. But we have to sleep, just the same as the 
up-stairs people do, and for my part I'm going to 
bed in a few minutes." 

Indeed, it was not long after this that the private 
made his last guess. Ot course he guessed wrongly, 
and of course he at once became an ornament. So 
the King was greatly pleased, and clapped his hands 
to summon his Chief Steward. 

"Show these guests to some of the sleeping 
apartments," he commanded, "and be quick about 
it, too, for I'm dreadfully sleepy myself." 

"You've no business to sit up so late," replied 
the Steward, gruffly. "You'll be as cross as a griffin 
tomorrow morning." 



Ozma of Oz 

His Majesty made no answer to this remark, and 
the Chief Steward led Dorothy through another 
doorway into a long hall, from which several plain 
but comfortable sleeping rooms opened. The little 
girl was given the first room, and the Scarecrow and 
Tiktok the next although they never slept and 
the Lion and the Tiger the third. The Sawhorse 
hobbled after the Steward into a fourth room, to 
stand stiffly in the center of it until morning. Each 
night was rather a bore to the Scarecrow, Tiktok 
and the Sawhorse; but they had learned from ex- 
perience to pass the time patiently and quietly, since 
all their friends who were made of flesh had to sleep 
and did not like to be disturbed. 

When the Chief Steward had left them alone the 
Scarecrow remarked, sadly: 

" I am in great sorrow over the loss ot my old 
comrade, the Tin Woodman. We have had many 
dangerous adventures together, and escaped them 
all, and now it grieves me to know he has become 
an ornament, and is lost to me forever." 

"He was al-ways an or-na-ment to so-ci-e-ty," 
said Tiktok. 

"True; but now the Nome King laughs at him, 
and calls him the funniest ornament in all the pal- 
ace. It will hurt my poor friend's pride to be 

The Nome King Laughs 

laughed at," continued the Scarecrow, sadly. 

"We will make rath-er ab-surd or-na-ments, our- 
selves, to-mor-row," observed the machine, in his 
monotonous voice. 

just then Dorothy ran into their room, in a state 
of great anxiety, crying: 

"Where's Billina? Have you seen Billina? Is 
she here? ' 

"No," answered the Scarecrow. 

"Then what has become of her?" asked the girl. 

"Why, I thought she was with you," said the 
Scarecrow. "Yet I do not remember seeing the 
yellow hen since she picked up the crumbs of cake." 

"We must have left her in the room where the 
King's throne is," decided Dorothy, and at once she 
turned and ran down the hall to the door through 
which they had entered. But it was fast closed and 
locked on the other side, and the heavy slab of rock 
proved to be so thick that no sound could pass 
through it. So Dorothy was torced to return to 
her chamber. 

The Cowardly Lion stuck his head into her room 
to try to console the girl for the loss ot her feathered 

"The yellow hen is well able to take care ot her- 
self," said he; "so don't worry about her, but try 





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to get all the sleep you can. It has been a long 
and weary day, and you need rest." 

"I'll prob'ly get lots of rest tomorrow, when I 
become an orn'ment," said Dorothy, sleepily. But 
she lay down upon her couch, nevertheless, and in 
spite of all her worries was soon in the land of dreams. 


Ibrotlig Tries 



the Chief Steward had 
returned to the throne 
room, where he said to the 

"You are a fool to waste so 
much time upon these people." 

"What!' cried his Majesty, in 
so enraged a voice that it awoke 
Billina, who was asleep under his 
throne. " How dare you call me a fool ?" 

" Because I like to speak the truth," 
said the Steward. "Why didn't you en- 
chant them all at once, instead of allowing 
them to go one by one into the palace and 
guess which ornaments are the Queen of Ev 
and her children ? ' 


Ozma of Oz 

"Why, you stupid rascal, it is more fun this way," 
returned the King, "and it serves to keep me amused 
for a long time." 

"But suppose some of them happen to guess 
aright," persisted the Steward; "then you would 
lose your old ornaments and these new ones, too." 

"There is no chance of their guessing aright," 
replied the monarch, with a laugh. " How could 
they know that the Queen of Ev and her family are 
all ornaments ot a royal purple color?' 

"But there are no other purple ornaments in the 
palace," said the Steward. 

"There are many other colors, however, and the 
purple ones are scattered throughout the rooms, and 
are of many different shapes and sizes. Take my 
word for it, Steward, they will never think of choos- 
ing the purple ornaments." 

Billina, squatting under the throne, had listened 
carefully to all this talk, and now chuckled softly 
to herself as she heard the King disclose his secret. 

"Still, you are acting foolishly by running the 
chance," continued the Steward, roughly; "and it 
is still more foolish of you to transform all those 
people from Oz into green ornaments." 

"I did that because they came from the Emerald 



Dorothy Tries to be Brave 

City," replied the King; "and I had no green orna- 
ments in my collection until now. I think they 

will look quite pretty, mixed with the others. Don't 

you r 

The Steward gave an angry grunt. 

"Have your own way, since you are the King," 
he growled. "But if you come to grief through 
your carelessness, remember that I told you so. If 
I wore the magic belt which enables you to work 
all your transformations, and gives you so much 
other power, I am sure I would make a much wiser 
and better King than you are." 

Oh, cease your tiresome chatter!' commanded 
the King, getting angry again. "Because you are 
my Chief Steward you have an idea you can scold 
me as much as you please. But the very next time 
you become impudent, I will send you to work in 
the furnaces, and get another Nome to fill your 
place. Now follow me to my chamber, for I am 
going to bed. And see that I am wakened early 
tomorrow morning. I want to enjoy the fun of 
transforming the rest of these people into ornaments." 

"What color will you make the Kansas girl'' 
asked the Steward. 

"Gray, I think," said his Majesty. 

"And the Scarecrow and the machine man?' 


Dorothy Tries to be Brave 

"Oh, they shall be of solid gold, because they are 
so ugly in real lite." 

Then the voices died away, and Billina knew 
that the King and his Steward had left the room. 
She fixed up some of her tail feathers that were not 
straight, and then tucked her head under her wing 
again and went to sleep. 

In the morning Dorothy and the Lion and Tiger 
were given their breakfast in their rooms, and after- 
ward joined the King in his throne room. The 
Tiger complained bitterly that he was half starved, 
and begged to go into the palace and become an 
ornament, so that he would no longer suffer the 
pangs of hunger. 

"Haven't you had your breakfast?' asked the 
Nome King. 

"Oh, I had just a bite," replied the beast. "Rut 
what good is a bite, to a hungry tiger?" 

"He ate seventeen bowls of porridge, a platter 
full of fried sausages, eleven loaves of bread and 
twenty-one mince pies," said the Steward. 

"What more do you want?" demanded the King. 

"A fat baby. I want a fat baby," said the 
Hungry Tiger. "A nice, plump, juicy, tender, fat 
baby. But, of course, if I had one, my conscience 


Ozma of Oz 

would not allow me to cat it. So I'll have to be 
an ornament and forget my hunger." 

"Impossible!' exclaimed the King. "I'll have 
no clumsy beasts enter my palace, to overturn 
and break all my pretty nick-nacks. When the 
rest of your friends are transformed you can return 
to the upper world, and go about your business." 

"As for that, we have no business, when our 
friends are gone," said the Lion. "So we do not 
care much what becomes of us." 

Dorothy begged to be allowed to go first into 
the palace, but Tiktok firmly maintained that the 
slave should face danger before the mistress. The 
Scarecrow agreed with him in that, 'so the Nome 
King opened the door for the machine man, who 
tramped into the palace to meet his fate. Then his 
Majesty returned to his throne and puffed his pipe 
so contentedly that a small cloud of smoke formed 
above his head. 

Bye and bye he said: 

"I'm sorry there are so few of you left. Very 
soon, now, my fun will be over, and then for amuse- 
ment I shall have nothing to do but admire my new 

"It seems to me," said Dorothy, "that you are 
not so honest as you pretend to be." 



Ozma of Oz 

"How's that?" asked the King. 

"Why, you made us think it would be easy to 
guess what ornaments the people of Ev were changed 

"It is easy," declared the monarch, "if one is a 
good guesser. But it appears that the members of 
your party are all poor guessers." 

"What is Tiktok doing now?' asked the girl, 

"Nothing," replied the King, with a frown. "He 
is standing perfectly still, in the middle of a room." 

"Oh, I expect he's run down," said Dorothy. 
"I iorgot to wind him up this morning. How many 
guesses has he made? 1 

"All that he is allowed except one," answered 
the King. "Suppose you go in and wind him up, 
and then you can stay there and make your own 

"All right," said Dorothy. 

"It is my turn next," declared the Scarecrow. 

"Why, you don't want to go away and leave me 
all alone, do you?" asked the girl. "Besides, if I 
go now I can wind up Tiktok, so that he can make 
his last guess." 

"Very well, then," said the Scarecrow, with a sigh. 


Dorothy Tries to be Brave 

"Run along, little Dorothy, and may good luck go 
with you! ' 

So Dorothy, trying to be brave in spite of her 
fears, passed through the doorway into the gorgeous 
rooms ot the palace. The stillness of the place 
awed her, at first, and the child drew short breaths, 
and pressed her hand to her heart, and looked all 
around with wondering eyes. 

Yes, it was a beautiful place; but enchantments 
lurked in every nook and corner, and she had not 
yet grown accustomed to the wizardries ot these fairy 
countries, so different from the quiet and sensible 
common-places of her own native land. 

Slowly she passed through several rooms until 
she came upon Tiktok, standing motionless. It 
really seemed, then, that she had found a friend in 
this mysterious palace, so she hastened to wind up 
the machine man's action and speech and thoughts. 

"Thank you, Dor-oth-y," were his first words. 
"I have now one more guess to make." 

"Oh, be very careful, Tiktok; won't you?" cried 
the girl. 

"Yes. But the Nome King has us in his power, 
and he has set a trap for us. I fear we are all lost." 
he answered. 

"I fear so, too," said Dorothy, sadly. 


Ozma of Oz 

"If Smith & Tin-ker had giv-en me a guess-ing 
clock-work at-tach-ment," continued Tiktok, "I 
might have de-hed the Nome King. But my 
thoughts are plain and sim-ple, and are not of much 
use in this case." 

" Do the best you can," said Dorothy, encourag- 
ingly, "and it you tail I will watch and see what 
shape you are changed into." 

So Tiktok touched a yellow glass vase that had 
daisies painted on one side, and he spoke at the 
same time the word "Ev." 

In a flash the machine man had disappeared, and 
although the girl looked quickly in every direction, 
she could not tell which of the many ornaments 
the room contained had a moment before been her 
faithtul triend and servant. 

So all she could do was to accept the hopeless 
task set her, and make her guesses and abide by the 

"It can't hurt very much," she thought, "for I 
haven't heard any of them scream or cry out not 
even the poor officers. Dear me! I wonder it 
Uncle Henry or Aunt Em will ever know I have 
become an orn'ment in the Nome King's palace, 
and must stand forever and ever in one place and 
look pretty 'cept when I'm moved to be dusted. 


Dorothy Tries to be Brave 

It isn't the way I thought I'd turn out, at all; but 
I s'pose it can't be helped." 

She walked through all the rooms once more, 
and examined with care all the objects they con- 
tained; but there were so many, they bewildered 
her, and she decided, after all, as Ozma had done, 
that it could be only guess work at the best, and 
that the chances were much against her guessing 

Timidly she touched an alabaster bowl and said: 

"That's one failure, anyhow," she thought. "But 
how am I to know which thing is enchanted, and 
which is not? 1 ' 

Next she touched the image of a purple kitten 
that stood on the corner of a mantel, and as she 
pronounced the word " Ev" the kitten disappeared, 
and a pretty, fair-haired boy stood beside her. At 
the same time a bell rang somewhere in the distance, 
and as Dorothy started back, partly in surprise and 
partly in joy, the little one exclaimed: 

"Where am I ? And who are you? And what 
has happened to me?" 

"Well, I declare!' said Dorothy. "I've really 
done it." 

"Done what?" asked the boy. 



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"Saved myself from being an ornament," replied 
the girl, with a laugh, "and saved you from being 
forever a purple kitten." 

"A purple kitten?" he repeated. "There is no 
such thing." 

"I know," she answered. "But there was, a 
minute ago. Don't you remember standing on a 
corner of the mantel?' 


Dorothy Tries to be Brave 

" Of course not. I am a Prince of Ev, and my 
name is Evring," the little one announced, proudly. 
"But my father, the King, sold my mother and all 
her children to the cruel ruler of the Nomes, and 
after that I remember nothing at all." 

"A purple kitten can't be 'spected to remember, 
Evring," said Dorothy. "But now you are yourself 
again, and I'm going to try to save some of your 
brothers and sisters, and perhaps your mother, as 
well. So come with me." 

She seized the child's hand and eagerly hurried 
here and there, trying to decide which object to 
choose next. The third guess was another failure, 
and so was the fourth and the fifth. 

Little Evring could not imagine what she was 
doing, but he trotted along beside her very willingly, 
for he liked the new companion he had found. 

Dorothy's further quest proved unsuccessful; but 
after her first disappointment was over, the little girl 
was filled with joy and thankfulness to think that 
after all she had been able to save one member of 
the royal family of Ev, and could restore the little 
Prince to his sorrowing country. Now she might 
return to the terrible Nome King in safety, carrying 
with her the prize she had won in the person of 
the fair-haired boy. 





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So she retraced her steps until she found the en- 
trance to the palace, and as she approached, the 
massive doors of rock opened of their own accord, 
allowing both Dorothy and Evring to pass the portals 
and enter the throne room. 


Billina frightens the Nome King 

when Dorothy had en- 
tered the palace to make 
her guesses and the Scare- 
crow was left with the Nome 
King, the two sat in moody 
silence tor several minutes. Then 
the monarch exclaimed, in a tone 
of satisfaction: 

"Very good! ' 

" Who is very good ? " asked the Scare- 

"The machine man. He won't need to 
be wound up any more, for he has now be- 
come a very neat ornament. Very neat, in- 

" How about Dorothy ?" the Scarecrow enquired. 


Ozma of Oz 

"Oh, she will begin to guess, pretty soon," said 
the King, cheerfully. "And then she will join my 
collection, and it will be your turn." 

The good Scarecrow was much distressed by the 
thought that his little friend was about to suffer the 
fate of Ozma and the rest of their party; but while 
he sat in gloomy reverie a shrill voice suddenly 

" Kut, kut, kut ka-daw-kutt ! Kut, kut, kut 
ka-daw-kutt! ' 

The Nome King nearly jumped off his seat, he 
was so startled. 

"Good gracious! What's that?" he yelled. 

"Why, it's Billina," said the Scarecrow. 

"What do you mean by making a noise like that?" 
shouted the King, angrily, as the yellow hen came 
from under the throne and strutted proudly about 
the room. 

" I've got a right to cackle, I guess," replied Billina. 
"I've just laid my egg.' 

"What! Laid an egg! In my throne room! 
How dare you do such a thing?" asked the King, 
in a voice of fury. 

"I lay eggs wherever I happen to be," said the 
hen, ruffling her feathers and then shaking them into 


Billma Frightens the Nome King 

"But thunder-ation! Don't you know that 
eggs are poison?" roared the King, while his rock- 
colored eyes stuck out in great terror. 

"Poison! well, I declare," said Billina, indignant- 
ly. "I'll have you know all my eggs are warranted 
strictly fresh and up to date. Poison, indeed!" 

"You don't understand," retorted the little mon- 
arch, nervously. "Eggs belong only to the outside 
world to the world on the earth's surface, where 
you came from. Here, in my underground king- 
dom, they are rank poison, as I said, and we Nomes 
can't bear them around." 

"Well, you'll have to bear this one around," 
declared Billina ; "for I've laid it." 

"Where?" asked the King. 

"Under your throne," said the hen. 

The King jumped three feet into the air, so 
anxious was he to get away from the throne. 

"Take it away! Take it away at once!" he 

"I can't," said Billina. "I havn't any hands." 

"I'll take the egg," said the Scarecrow. "I'm 
making a collection of Billina's eggs. There's one 
in my pocket now, that she laid yesterday." 

Hearing this, the monarch hastened to put a 
good distance between himself and the Scarecrow, 


Ozma of Oz 

who was about to reach under the throne for the 
egg when the hen suddenly cried: 


"What's wrong?" asked the Scarecrow. 

"Don't take the egg unless the King will allow 
me to enter the palace and guess as the others have 
done," said Billina. 

"Pshaw!" returned the King. "You re only a 
hen. How could you guess my enchantments?" 

"I can try, I suppose," said Billina. "And, if I 
fail, you will have another ornament." 

"A pretty ornament you'd make, wouldn't you?" 
growled the King. "But you shall have your way. 
It will properly punish you for daring to lay an egg 
in my presence. After the Scarecrow is enchanted 
you shall follow him into the palace. But how 
will you touch the objects?" 

"With my claws," said the hen; "and I can 
speak the word <Ev' as plainly as anyone. Also I 
must have the right to guess the enchantments of 
my friends, and to release them it I succeed." 

"Very well," said the King. "You have my 

"Then," said Billina to the Scarecrow, "you may 
get the egg." 

He knelt down and reached underneath the 



Ozma of Oz 

throne and found the egg, which he placed in an- 
other pocket of his jacket, fearing that if both eggs 
were in one pocket they would knock together and 
get broken. 

just then a bell above the throne rang briskly, 
and the King gave another nervous jump. 

"Well, well!" said he, with a rueful face; "the 
girl has actually done it." 

"Done what?" asked the Scarecrow. 

"She has made one guess that is right, and broken 
one of my neatest enchantments. By ricketty, it's 
too bad! I never thought she would do it." 

"Do I understand that she will now return to 
us in safety?" enquired the Scarecrow, joyfully 
wrinkling his painted face into a broad smile. 

"Of course," said the King, fretfully pacing up 
and down the room. "I always keep my promises, 
no matter how foolish they are. But I shall make 
an ornament of the yellow hen to replace the one 
I have just lost." 

"Perhaps you will, and perhaps you won't," mur- 
mured Billina, calmly. "I may surprise you by 
guessing right." 

"Guessing right?" snapped the King. "How 
should you guess right, where your betters have 
failed, you stupid fowl?" 


Billina Frightens the Nome King 

Billina did not care to answer this question, and 
a moment later the doors flew open and Dorothy 
entered, leading the little Prince Evring by the hand. 

The Scarecrow welcomed the girl with a close 
embrace, and he would have embraced Evring, too, 

in his delight. But the little Prince was shy, and 
shrank away from the painted Scarecrow because he 
did not yet know his many excellent qualities. 

But there was little time for the friends to talk, 
because the Scarecrow must now enter the palace. 



Billina Frightens the Nome King 

Dorothy's success had greatly encouraged him, and 
they both hoped he would manage to make at least 
one correct guess. 

However, he proved as unfortunate as the others 
except Dorothy, and although he took a good deal 
of time to select his objects, not one did the poor 
Scarecrow guess aright. 

So he became a solid gold card-receiver, and the 
beautiful but terrible palace awaited it's next visitor. 

"It's all over," remarked the King, with a sigh 
of satisfaction; "and it has been a very amusing per- 
formance, except for the one good guess the Kansas 
girl made. I am richer by a great many pretty 

"It is my turn, now," said Billina, briskly. 

"Oh, I'd forgotten you," said the King. "But 
you needn't go if you don't wish to. I will be 
generous, and let you off." 

"No you won't," replied the hen. "I insist upon 
having my guesses, as you promised." 

"Then go ahead, you absurd feathered fool!" 
grumbled the King, and he caused the opening that 
led to the palace to appear once more. 

"Don't go, Billina," said Dorothy, earnestly. "It 
isn't easy to guess those orn'ments, and only luck 
saved me from being one myself. Stay with me, 


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and we'll go back to the Land of Kv together. I'm 
sure this little Prince will give us a home." 

"Indeed I will," said Evring, with much dignity. 

"Don't worry, my dear," cried Billina, with a 
cluck that was meant for a laugh. "I may not be 
human, but I'm no fool, if I am a chicken." 

"Oh, Billina!" said Dorothy, "you haven't been 
a chicken in a long time. Not since you you've 
been grown up." 

"Perhaps that's true," answered Billina, thought- 
fully. "But if a Kansas farmer sold me to some one, 
what would he call me? a hen or a chicken!' 

"You are not a Kansas farmer, Billina," replied 
the girl, "and you said " 

"Never mind that, Dorothy. I'm going. I won't 
say good-bye, because I'm coming back. Keep up 
your courage, for I'll see you a little later." 

Then Billina gave several loud "cluck-clucks" 
that seemed to make the fat little King more nervous 
than ever, and marched through the entrance into 
the enchanted palace. 

"I hope I've seen the last of that bird," declared 
the monarch, seating himself again in his throne and 
mopping the perspiration from his forehead with his 
rock-colored handkerchief. "Hens are bothersome 


Billina Frightens the Nome King 

enough at their best, but when they can talk they're 
simply dreadful." 

"Billina's my friend," said Dorothy quietly. "She 
may not always be 'zactly polite; but she means 
well, I'm sure.' 


Turple , Green 


yellow hen, stepping 
high and with an air of 
vast importance, walked 
slowly over the rich velvet 
carpets of the splendid palace, 
examining everything she met 
with her sharp little eyes. 

Billina had a right to feel impor- 
tant; for she alone shared the Nome 
King's secret and knew how to tell the 
objects that were transformations from 
those that had never been alive. She was 
very sure that her guesses would be correct, 
but before she began to make them she was 
curious to behold all the magnificence of this 
underground palace, which was perhaps one of 


Purple, Green and Gold 

the most splendid and beautiful places in any fairy- 

As she went through the rooms she counted the 
purple ornaments; and although some were small 
and hidden in queer places, Billina spied them all, 
and found the entire ten scattered about the various 
rooms. The green ornaments she did not bother 
to count, for she thought she could find them all 
when the time came. 

Finally, having made a survey of the entire palace 
and enjoyed its splendor, the yellow hen returned 
to one of the rooms where she had noticed a large 
purple footstool. She placed a claw upon this 
and said "Ev," and at once the footstool vanished 
and a lovely lady, tall and slender and most beauti- 
fully robed, stood before her. 

The lady's eyes were round with astonishment 
for a moment, for she could not remember her 
transformation, nor imagine what had restored her 
to life. 

u Good morning, ma'am," said Billina, in her 
sharp voice. "You're looking quite well, consider- 
ing your age." 

"Who speaks?" demanded the Queen of Ev, 
drawing herself up proudly. 

"Why, my name's Bill, by rights," answered the 


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hen, who was now perched upon the back of a 
chair; "although Dorothy has put scollops on it 
and made it Billina. But the name doesn't matter. 
I've saved you from the Nome King, and you are 
a slave no longer." 

"Then I thank you for the gracious favor," said 
the Queen, with a graceful courtesy. "But, my 
children tell me, 1 beg of you where are my 
children?" and she clasped her hands in anxious 

"Don't worry," advised Billina, pecking at a tiny 
bug that was crawling over the chair back. "Just 
at present they are out of mischief and perfectly 
safe, for they can't even wiggle." 

"What mean you, O kindly stranger?" asked the 
Queen, striving to repress her anxiety. 

"They're enchanted," said Billina, "just as you 
have been all, that is, except the little fellow 
Dorothy picked out. And the chances are that 
they have been good boys and girls for some time, 
because they couldn't help it." 

"Oh, my poor darlings!" cried the Queen, with 
a sob of anguish. 

"Not at all," returned the hen. "Don't let their 
condition make you unhappy, ma'am, because I'll 
soon have them crowding 'round to bother and 


Purple, Green and Gold 

worry you as naturally as ever. Come with me, if 
you please, and I'll show you how pretty they look." 

She flew down from her perch and walked into 
the next room, the Queen following. As she passed 
a low table a small green grasshopper caught her 
eye, and instantly Billina pounced upon it and 
snapped it up in her sharp bill. For grasshoppers 
are a favorite food with hens, and they usually must 
be caught quickly, before they can hop away. It 
might easily have been the end of Ozma ofOz, had 
she been a real grasshopper instead of an emerald 
one. But Billina found the grasshopper hard and 
lifeless, and suspecting it was not good to eat she 
quickly dropped it instead of letting it slide down 
her throat. 

"I might have known better," she muttered to 
herself, "for where there is no grass there can be no 
live grasshoppers. This is probably one of the King's 

A moment later she approached one of the purple 
ornaments, and while the Queen watched her 
curiously the hen broke the Nome King's enchant- 
ment and a sweet-faced girl, whose golden hair 
fell in a cloud over her shoulders, stood beside them. 

"Evanna!" cried the Queen, "my own Evanna!" 


Ozma of Oz 

and she clasped the girl to her bosom and covered 
her face with kisses. 

"That's all right," said Billina, contentedly. "Am 
I a good guesser, Mr. Nome King? Well, I guess!" 

Then she disenchanted another girl, whom the 
CHieen addressed as Kvrose, and afterwards a boy 
named Evardo, who was older than his brother 
Evring. Indeed, the yellow hen kept the good 
Qjjeen exclaiming and embracing for some time, 
until rive Princesses and four Princes, all looking 
very much alike except for the difference in size, stood 
in a row beside their happy mother. 

The Princesses were named, Evanna, Evrose, 
Evella, Evirene and Evedna, while the Princes were 
Evrob, Evington, Evardo and Evroland. Of these 
Evardo was the eldest and would inherit his father's 
throne and be crowned King of Ev when he re- 
turned to his own country. He was a grave and 
quiet youth, and would doubtless rule his people 
wisely and with justice. 

Billina, having restored all of the royal family of Ev 
to their proper forms, now began to select the green 
ornaments which were the transformations of the 
people of Oz. She had little trouble in rinding 
these, and before long all the twenty-six officers, 
as well as the private, were gathered around the 



Ozma of Oz 

yellow hen, joyfully congratulating her upon their 
release. The thirty-seven people who were now alive 
in the rooms of the palace knew very well that they 
owed their freedom to the cleverness of the yellow 
hen, amd they were earnest in thanking her for 
saving them from the magic of the Nome King. 

"Now," said Billina, "I must find Ozma. She 
is sure to be here, somewhere, and of course she is 
green, being from Oz. So look around, you stupid 
soldiers, and help me in my search." 

For a while, however, they could discover nothing 
more that was green. But the Queen, who had 
kissed all her nine children once more and could 
now find time to take an interest in what was going 
on, said to the hen: 

"Mayhap, my gentle friend, it is the grasshopper 
whom you seek;" 

"Of course it's the grasshopper!' exclaimed 
Billina. "I declare, I'm nearly as stupid as these 
brave soldiers. Wait here for me, and I'll go back 
and get it." 

So she went into the room where she had seen 
the grasshopper, and presently Ozma of Oz, as lovely 
and dainty as ever, entered and approached the 
Queen of Ev, greeting her as one high born princess 
greets another. 


Purple, Green and Gold 

"But where are my friends, the Scarecrow and 
the Tin Woodman?' asked the girl Ruler, when 
these courtesies had been exchanged. 

"I'll hunt them up," replied Billina. "The 
Scarecrow is solid gold, and so is Tiktok; but I 
don't exactly know what the Tin Woodman is, be- 
cause the Nome King said he had been transformed 
into something tunny." 

Ozma eagerly assisted the hen in her quest, and 
soon the Scarecrow and the machine man, being 
ornaments of shining gold, were discovered and re- 
stored to their accustomed forms. But, search as 
they might, in no place could they find a funny or- 
nament that might be the transformation of the 
Tin Woodman. 

"Only one thing can be done," said Ozma, at 
last, "and that is to return to the Nome King and 
oblige him to tell us what has become of our friend." 

"Perhaps he won't," suggested Billina. 

"He must," returned Ozma, firmly. "The King 
has not treated us honestly, for under the mask of 
fairness and good nature he entrapped us all, and 
we would have been forever enchanted had not our 
wise and clever friend, the yellow hen, found a way 
to save us." 

"The King is a villain," declared the Scarecrow. 


Ozma of Oz 

"His laugh is worse than another man's frown," 
said the private, with a shudder. 

"I thought he was hon-est, but I was mis-tak-en," 
remarked Tiktok. "My thoughts are us-u-al-ly 
cor-rect, but it is Smith & Tin-ker's fault if they 
some-times go wrong or do not work prop-er-ly." 

"Smith & Tinker made a very good job of you," 
said Ozma, kindly. "I do not think they should 
be blamed if you are not quite perfect." 

"Thank you," replied Tiktok. 

"Then," said Billina, in her brisk little voice, 
"let us all go back to the Nome King, and see 
what he has to say for himself." 

So they started for the entrance, Ozma going 
first, with the Queen and her train of little Princes 
and Princesses following. Then came Tiktok, and 
the Scarecrow with Billina perched upon his straw- 
stuffed shoulder. The twenty-seven officers and 
the private brought up the rear. 

As they reached the hall the doors flew open be- 
fore them; but then they all stopped and stared 
into the domed cavern with faces of astonishment 
and dismay. For the room was rilled with the 
mail-clad warriors of the Nome King, rank after 
rank standing in orderly array. The electric lights 
upon their brows gleamed brightly, their battle-axes 


Purple, Green and Gold 

were poised as if to strike down their toes; yet they 
remained motionless as statues, awaiting the word 
of command. 

And in the center of this terrible army sat the 
little King upon his throne of rock. But he neither 
smiled nor laughed. Instead, his face was distorted 
with rage, and most dreadful to behold. 


ScarecrowW5ns de Edlit 

^-^ -X > 

Billina had entered the 
palace Dorothy and Ev- 
ring sat down to await the 
success or failure of her mis- 
sion, and the Nome King 
occupied his throne and smoked 
his long pipe for a while in a 
cheerful and contented mood. 

Then the bell above the throne, 
which sounded whenever an enchant- 
ment was broken, began to ring, and the 
King gave a start of annoyance and ex- 
claimed, " Rocketty-ricketts! '' 

When the bell rang a second time the King 
shouted angrily, "Smudge and blazes!' and at 
a third ring he screamed in a fury, " Hippikaloric!" 


The Scarecrow Wins the Fight 

which must be a dreadful word because we don't 
know what it means. 

After that the bell went on ringing time after 
time; but the King was now so violently enraged 
that he could not utter a word, but hopped out of 
his throne and all around the room in a mad frenzy. 

* ' 

so that he reminded Dorothy of a jumping-jack. 

The girl was, for her part, filled with joy at e\ 7 ery 
peal of the bell, for it announced the fact that Bil- 
lina had transformed one more ornament into a 
living person. Dorothy was also amazed at Hillina's 
success, for she could not imagine how the yellow 
hen was able to guess correctly from all the be- 
wildering number of articles clustered in the rooms 
of the palace. Hut after she had counted ten, and 
the bell continued to ring, she knew that not only 
the royal family of Ev, but Ozma and her followers 
also, were being restored to their natural forms, and 
she was so delighted that the antics of the angry 
King only made her laugh merrily. 

Perhaps the little monarch could not be more 
furious than he was before, but the girl's laughter 
nearly drove him frantic, and he roared at her like 
a savage beast. Then, as he found that all his en- 
chantments were likely to be dispelled and his 
victims every one set free, he suddenly ran to the 


Ozma of Oz 

little door that opened upon the balcony and gave 
the shrill whistle that summoned his warriors. 

At once the army hied out of the gold and silver 
doors in great numbers, and marched up a winding 
stairs and into the throne room, led by a stern 
featured Nome who was their captain. When they 
had nearly rilled the throne room they formed ranks 
in the big underground cavern below, and then 
stood still until they were told what to do next. 

Dorothy had pressed back to one side of the 
cavern when the warriors entered, and now she 
stood holding little Prince Evring's hand while the 
great Lion crouched upon one side and the enor- 
mous Tiger crouched an the other side. 

"Seize that girl!" shouted the King to his cap- 
tain, and a group of warriors sprang forward to 
obey. But both the Lion and Tiger snarled so 
fiercely and bared their strong, sharp teeth so threat- 
eningly, that the men drew back in alarm. 

"Don't mind them!" cried the Nome King; 
"they cannot leap beyond the places where they 
now stand." 

"But they can bite those who attempt to touch 
the girl," said the captain. 

"I'll fix that," answered the King. "I'll enchant 
them again, so that they can't open their jaws." 


The Scarecrow Wins the Fight 

He stepped out of the throne to do this, but just 
then the Sawhorse ran up behind him and gave the 
tat monarch a powerful kick with both his wooden 
hind legs. 

"Ow! Murder! Treason!" yelled the King, 
who had been hurled against several of his warriors 
and was considerably bruised. "Who did that?' 

"I did," growled the Sawhorse, viciously. "You 
let Dorothy alone, or I'll kick you again." 

"We'll see about that," replied the King, and at 
once he waved his hand toward the Sawhorse and 
muttered a magical word. "Aha!" he continued; 
"now let us see you move, you wooden mule!" 

But in spite of the magic the Sawhorse moved; 
and he moved so quickly toward the King, that the 
fat little man could not get out of his way. Thump 
bang ! came the wooden heels, right against his round 
body, and the King flew into the air and fell upon 
the head of his captain, who let him drop flat upon 
the ground. 

"Well, well!" said the King, sitting up and look- 
ing surprised. "Why didn't my magic belt work, 
I wonder?" 

"The creature is made of wood," replied the 
captain. "Your magic will not work on wood, 
you know." 


Ozma of Oz 

"Ah, I'd forgotten that/' said the King, getting 
up and limping to his throne. "Very well, let the 
girl alone. She can't escape us, anyway." 

The warriors, who had been rather confused by 
these incidents, now formed their ranks again, and 
the Sawhorse pranced across the room to Dorothy 
and took a position beside the Hungry Tiger. 

At that moment the doors that led to the palace 
flew open and the people of Ev and the people of 
Oz were disclosed to view. They paused, aston- 
ished, at sight of the warriors and the angry Nome 
King, seated in their midst. 

"Surrender!' cried the King, in a loud voice. 
"You are my prisoners." 

"Go 'long!" answered Billina, from the Scare- 
crow's shoulder. "You promised me that if I 
guessed correctly my friends and I might depart in 
safety. And you always keep your promises." 

"I said you might leave the palace in safety," 
retorted the King; "and so you may, but you can- 
not leave my dominions. You are my prisoners, 
and I will hurl you all into my underground dun- 
geons, where the volcanic fires glow and the molten 
lava flows in every direction, and the air is hotter 
than blue blazes." 

"That will be the end of me, all right," said the 



O z m a of O z 

Scarecrow, sorrowfully. "One small blaze, blue or 
green, is enough to reduce me to an ash-heap." 

"Do you surrender?" demanded the King. 

Billina whispered something in the Scarecrow's 
ear that made him smile and put his hands in his 
jacket pockets. 

"No!' returned Ozma, boldly answering the 
King. Then she said to her army: 

"Forward, my brave soldiers, and fight for your 
Ruler and yourselves, unto death!' 

"Pardon me, Most Royal Ozma," replied one of 
her generals; "but I find that I and my brother 
officers all suffer from heart disease, and the slightest 
excitement might kill us. If we fight we may get 
excited. Would it not be well for us to avoid this 
grave danger? ' 

" Soldiers should not have heart disease," said Ozma. 

"Private soldiers are not, I believe, afflicted that 
way," declared another general, twirling his mous- 
tache thoughtfully. "If your Royal Highness de- 
sires, we will order our private to attack yonder 

"Do so," replied Ozma. 

"For-ward march!" cried all the generals, with 
one voice. "For-ward march!" yelled the colo- 
nels. "For-ward march!' shouted the majors. 


The Scarecrow Wins the Fight 

" For-ward march!' commanded the captains. 

And at that the private leveled his spear and 
dashed furiously upon the toe. 

The captain ot the Nomes was so surprised by 
this sudden onslaught that he forgot to command 
his warriors to fight, so that the ten men in the first 
row, who stood in front of the private's spear, tell 
over like so many toy soldiers. The spear could 
not go through their steel armor, however, so the 
warriors scrambled to their feet again, and by that 
time the private had knocked over another row of 

Then the captain brought down his battle-axe 
with such a strong blow that the private's spear was 
shattered and knocked from his grasp, and he was 
helpless to fight any longer. 

The Nome King had left his throne and pressed 
through his warriors to the front ranks, so he could 
see what was going on; but as he faced Ozma and 
her friends the Scarecrow, as if aroused to action by 
the valor of the private, drew one ot Billina's eggs 
from his right jacket pocket and hurled it straight at 
the little monarch's head. 

It struck him squarely in his left eye, where the 
egg smashed and scattered, as eggs will, and covered 
his face and hair and beard with its sticky contents. 



Ozma of Oz 

"Help, help!" screamed the King, clawing with 
his fingers at the egg, in a struggle to remove it. 

"An egg! an egg! Run for your lives!' ' shouted 
the captain of the Nomes, in a voice of horror. 

And how they did run! The warriors fairly 
tumbled over one another in their efforts to escape 
the fatal poison of that awful egg, and those who 
could not rush down the winding stair fell off the 
balcony into the great cavern beneath, knocking 
over those who stood below them. 

Even while the King was still yelling for help 
his throne room became emptied of every one ot 
his warriors, and before the monarch had managed 
to clear the egg away from his left eye the Scarecrow 
threw the second egg against his right eye, where it 
smashed and blinded him entirely. The King was 
unable to flee because he could not see which wav 


to run; so he stood still and howled and shouted 
and screamed in abject tear. 

While this was going on, Billina flew over to 
Dorothy, and perching herself upon the Lion's back 
the hen whispered eagerly to the girl: 

"Get his belt! Get the Nome King's jeweled 
belt! It unbuckles in the back. Quick, Dorothy- 
quick! ' 


obeyed. She ran at 
once behind the Nome 
King, who was still trying 
to free his eyes from the egg, 
and in a twinkling she had 
unbuckled his splendid jeweled 
belt and carried it away with her 
to her place beside the Tiger and 
Lion, where, because she did not know 
what else to do with it, she fastened it 
around her own slim waist. 

Just then the Chief Steward rushed in 
with a sponge and a bowl of water, and be- 
gan mopping away the broken eggs from his 
master's face. In a few minutes, and while all 
the party stood looking on, the King regained the 


Ozma of Oz 

use of his eyes, and the first thing he did was to 
glare wickedly upon the Scarecrow and exclaim: 

"I'll make you surler tor this, you hay-stuffed 
dummy! Don't you know eggs are poison to 
Nomes? * 

"Really," said the Scarecrow, "they don t seem to 
agree with you, although I wonder why." 

"They were strictly tresh and above suspicion," 
said Billina. "You ought to be glad to get them." 

"I'll transform you all into scorpions!" cried the 
King, angrily, and began waving his arms and mutter- 
ing magic words. 

But none of the people became scorpions, so the 
King stopped and looked at them in surprise. 

"What's wrong?' he asked. 

"Why, you are not wearing your magic belt," re- 
plied the Chief Steward, after looking the King 
over carefully. "Where is it?' What have you 
done with it? ' 

The Nome King clapped his hand to his waist, 
and his rock colored face turned white as chalk. 

" It's gone," he cried, helplessly. "It's gone, and 
I am ruined! " 

Dorothy now stepped forward and said: 

" Royal Ozma, and you, Queen of Kv, I welcome 
you and your people back to the land of the living. 


The Fate of the Tin Woodman 

Billina has saved you from your troubles, and now 
we will leave this drea'ful place, and return to Ev as 
soon as poss'ble." 

While the child spoke they could all see that she 
wore the magic belt, and a great cheer went up 
from all her friends, which was led by the voices of 
the Scarecrow and the private. But the Nome 
King did not join them. He crept back onto his 
throne like a whipped dog, and lay there bitterly 
bemoaning his defeat. 

"But we have not yet found my faithful follower, 
the Tin Woodman, "said Ozma to Dorothy, "and 
without him I do not wish to go away." 

"Nor I," replied Dorothy, quickly. "Wasn't he 
in the palace? ' 

"He must be there," said Billina; "but I had no 
clew to guide me in guessing the Tin Woodman, so 
I must have missed him." 

"We will go back into the rooms," said Dorothy. 
"This magic belt, I am sure, will help us to hnd 
our dear old friend." 

So she re-entered the palace, the doors of which 
still stood open, and everyone followed her except 
the Nome King, the Queen of Ev and Prince Ev- 
ring. The mother had taken the little Prince in 


Ozma of Oz 

her lap and was fondling and kissing him lovingly, 
for he was her youngest born. 

But the others went with Dorothy, and when she 
came to the middle of the first room the girl waved 
her hand, as she had seen the King do, and com- 
manded the Tin Woodman, whatever form he might 
then have, to resume his proper shape. No result 
followed this attempt, so Dorothy went into another 
room and repeated it, and so through all the 
rooms of the palace. Yet the Tin Woodman did 
not appear to them, nor could they imagine which 
among the thousands of ornaments was their trans- 
formed friend. 

Sadly they returned to the throne room, where 
the King, seeing that they had met with failure, 
jeered at Dorothy, saying: 

"You do not know how to use my belt, so it is 
of no use to you* Give it back to me and I will 
let you go free you and all the people who came 
with you. As for the royal family of Ev, they are 
my slaves, and shall remain here." 

I shall keep the belt," said Dorothy. 

" But how can you escape, without my consent?" 
asked the King. 

"Easily enough," answered the girl. "All we 
need to do is to walk out the way that we came in." 



O z m a of O z 

"Oh, that's all, is it?" sneered the King. "Well, 
where is the passage through which you entered this 
room ? ' 

They all looked around, but could not discover 
the place, for it had long since been closed. Dor- 
othy, however, would not be dismayed. She waved 
her hand toward the seemingly solid wall of the 
cavern and said: 

"I command the passage to open!' 

Instantly the order was obeyed; the opening ap- 
peared and the passage lay plainly before them. 

The King was amazed, and all the others over- 

"Why, then, if the belt obeys you, were we un- 
able to discover the Tin Woodman?" asked Ozma. 

"I can't imagine," said Dorothy. 

"See here, girl," proposed the King, eagerly; 
"give me the belt, and I will tell you what shape the 
Tin Woodman was changed into, and then you can 
easily find him." 

Dorothy hesitated, but Billina cried out: 

"Don't you do it! If the Nome King gets the 
belt again he will make every one of ~us prisoners, 
for we will be in his power. Only by keeping the 
belt, Dorothy, will you ever be able to leave this 
place in safety." 


The Fate of the Tin Woodman 

"I think that is true," said the Scarecrow. "But 
I have another idea, due to my excellent brains. 
Let Dorothy transform the King into a goose-egg 
unless he agrees to go into the palace and bring 
out to us the ornament which is our friend Nick 
Chopper, the Fin Woodman." 

"A goose-egg!" echoed the horrified King. "How 
dreadful ! 




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"Well, a goose-egg you will be unless you go and 
fetch us the ornament we want," declared Billina, 
with a joyful chuckle. 

"You can see for yourself that Dorothy is able 
to use the magic belt all right," added the Scarecrow. 

The Nome King thought it over and finally con- 
sented, for he did not want to be a goose-egg. So 
he went into the palace to get the ornament which 
was the transformation of the Tin Woodman, and 
they all awaited his return with considerable im- 
patience, for they were anxious to leave this under- 
ground cavern and see the sunshine once more. 
But when the Nome King came back he brought 
nothing with him except a puzzled and anxious 
expression upon his tace. 

"He's gone!" he said. "The Tin Woodman is 
nowhere in the palace." 

"Are you sure?" asked Ozma, sternly. 

"I'm very sure," answered the King, trembling, 
"for I know just what I transformed him into, and 
exactly where he stood. But he is not there, and 
please don't change me into a goose-egg, because 
I've done the best I could." 

They were all silent for a time, and then Dorothy 


"There is no use punishing the Nome King any 


The Fate of the Tin Woodman 

more, and I'm 'fraid we'll have to go away without 
our friend." 

"If he is not here, we cannot rescue him," agreed 
the Scarecrow, sadly. "Poor Nick! I wonder 
what has become of him." 

"And he owed me six weeks back pay!" said one 
of the generals, wiping the tears from his eyes with 
his gold-laced coat sleeve. 

Very sorrowfully they determined to return to 
the upper world without their former companion, 
and so Ozma gave the order to begin the march 
through the passage. 

The army went first, and then the royal family 
of Ev, and afterward came Dorothy, Ozma, Billina, 
the Scarecrow and Tiktok. 

They left the Nome King scowling at them from 
his throne, and had no thought of danger until 
Ozma chanced to look back and saw a large num- 
ber of the warriors following them in full chase, 
with their swords and spears and axes raised to strike 
down the fugitives as soon as they drew near enough. 

Evidently the Nome King had made this last at- 
tempt to prevent their escaping him; but it did him 
no good, for when Dorothy saw the danger they 
were in she stopped and waved her hand and 
whispered a command to the magic belt. 



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Instantly the foremost warriors became eggs, 
which rolled upon the floor of the cavern in such 
numbers that those behind could not advance with- 
out stepping upon them. But, when they saw the 
eggs, all desire to advance departed from the war- 
riors, and they turned and fled madly into the 
cavern, and refused to go back again. 

Our friends had no farther trouble in reaching 
the end of the passage, and soon were standing in 
the outer air upon the gloomy path between the 


The Fate of the Tin Woodman 

two high mountains. But the way to Ev lay plainly 
before them, and they fervently hoped that they had 
seen the last of the Nome King and of his dreadful 

The cavalcade was led by Ozma, mounted on 
the Cowardly Lion, and the Queen of Kv, who rode 
upon the back of the Tiger. The children of the 
Queen walked behind her, hand in hand. Dorothy 
rode the Sawhorse, while the Scarecrow walked and 
commanded the armv in the absence of the Tin 



Presently the way began to lighten and more of 
the sunshine to come in between the two moun- 
tains. And before long they heard the "thump! 
thump! thump! ' of the giant's hammer upon the 

"How may we pass the monstrous man of iron?" 
asked the Queen, anxious for the safety of her chil- 
dren. But Dorothy solved the problem by a word 
to the magic belt. 

The giant paused, with his hammer held motion- 
less in the air, thus allowing the entire party to 
pass between his cast-iron legs in safety. 


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there were any shitting, 
rock-colored Nomes on 
the mountain side now r 
they were silent and respect- 
ful, for our adventurers were 
not annoyed, as before, by their 
impudent laughter. Really the 
Nomes had nothing to laugh at, 
since the defeat of their King. 

On the other side they found O/ma's 
golden chariot, standing as they had left it. 
Soon the Lion and the Tiger were harnessed 
to the beautiful chariot, in which was enough 
room for Ozma and the Queen and six of the 
royal children. 

Little Kvring preferred to ride with Dor- 


The King of Ev 

othy upon the Sawhorse, which had a long back. 
The Prince had recovered from his shyness and had 
become very fond of the girl who had rescued him, 
so they were fast friends and chatted pleasantly to- 
gether as they rode along. Billina was also perched 
upon the head of the wooden steed, which seemed 
not to mind the added weight in the least, and the 
boy was full of wonder that a hen could talk, and 
say such sensible things. 

When they came to the gulf, Ozma's magic 
carpet carried them all over in safety; and now they 
began to pass the trees, in which birds were singing; 
and the breeze that was wafted to them from the 
farms of Ev was spicy with flowers and new-mown 
hay; and the sunshine fell full upon them, to warm 
them and drive away from their bodies the chill and 
dampness ot the underground kingdom of the 

"I would be quite content," said the Scarecrow 
to Tiktok, "were only the Tin Woodman with us. 
But it breaks my heart to leave him behind." 

"He was a fine fel-low," replied Tiktok, "al- 
though his ma-ter-i-al was not ve-ry du-ra-ble." 

"Oh, tin is an excellent material," the Scarecrow 
hastened to say; "and it anything ever happened to 
poor Nick Chopper he was always easily soldered. 


O z m a of O z 

Besides, he did not have to be wound up, and was 
not liable to get out of order." 

"I some-times wish," said Tiktok, "that I was 
stufted with straw, as you are. It is hard to be 
made of cop-per." 

"I have no reason to complain of my lot," re- 
plied the Scarecrow. A little fresh straw, now and 
then, makes me as good as new. But I can never 
be the polished gentleman that my poor departed 
friend, the Tin Woodman, was. ' 

You may be sure the royal children of Kv and 
their Queen mother were delighted at seeing again 
their, beloved country; and when the towers of the 
palace of Ev came into view they could not forbear 
cheering at the sight. Little Evring, riding in front of 
Dorothy, was so overjoyed that he took a curious tin 
whistle from his pocket and blew a shrill blast that 
made the Sawhorse leap and prance in sudden alarm. 

"What is that?' 1 asked Billina, who had been 
obliged to flutter her wings in order to keep her 
seat upon the head of the frightened Sawhorse. 

"That's my whistle," said Prince Evring, holding 
it out upon his hand. 

It was in the shape of a little fat pig, made of 
tin and painted green. The whistle was in the tail 
of the pig. 


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"Where did you get it?" asked the yellow hen, 
closely examining the toy with her bright eyes. 

"Why, I picked it up in the Nome King's palace, 
while Dorothy was making her guesses, and I put it 
in my pocket," answered the little Prince. 

Billina laughed; or at least she made the peculiar 
cackle that served her tor a laugh. 

"No wonder I couldn't find the Tin Woodman," 
she said; and no wonder the magic belt didn't 
make him appear, or the King couldn't find him, 
either! " 


Ozma of Oz 

"What do you mean?" questioned Dorothy. 

"Why, the Prince had him in his pocket," cried 
Billina, cackling again. 

"I did not!" protested little Rvring. "I only 
took the whistle." 

"Well, then, watch me," returned the hen, and 
reaching out a claw she touched the whistle and 
said "Ev." 


"Good afternoon," said the Tin Woodman, tak- 
ing off his funnel cap and bowing to Dorothy and 
the Prince. "I think I must have been asleep for 
the first time since I was made of tin, for I do not 
remember our leaving the Nome King." 

"You have been enchanted," answered the girl, 
throwing an arm around her old friend and hugging 
him tight in her joy. "But it's all right, now." 

"I want my whistle!" said the little Prince, be- 
ginning to cry. 

"Hush!" cautioned Billina. "The whistle is 
lost, but you may have another when you get home." 

The Scarecrow had fairly thrown himself upon 
the bosom of his old comrade, so surprised and de- 
lighted was he to see him again, and Tiktok squeezed 
the Tin Woodman's hand so earnestly that he dented 
some of his fingers. Then they had to make way 



Ozma of Oz 

for Ozma to welcome the tin man, and the army 
caught sight of him and set up a cheer, and every- 
body was delighted and happy. 

For the Tin Woodman was a great favorite with 
all who knew him, and his sudden recovery after 
they had thought he was lost to them forever was 
indeed a pleasant surprise. 

Before long the cavalcade arrived at the royal 
palace, where a great crowd of people had gathered 
to welcome their Queen and her ten children. 
There was much shouting and cheering, and the 
people threw flowers in their path, and every face 
wore a happy smile. 

They found the Princess Langwidere in her 
mirrored chamber, where she was admiring one of 
her handsomest heads one with rich chestnut hair, 
dreamy walnut eyes and a shapely hickorynut nose. 
She was very glad to be relieved of her duties to 
the people of Ev, and the Queen graciously per- 
mitted her to retain her rooms and her cabinet ot 
heads as long as she lived. 

Then the Queen took her eldest son out upon a 
balcony that overlooked the crowd oi subjects 
gathered below, and said to them: 

"Here is your future ruler, King Evardo Fif- 
teenth. He is fifteen years of age, has fifteen silver 


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buckles on his jacket and is the fifteenth Evardo to 
rule the land of Ev." 

The people shouted their approval fifteen times, 
and even the Wheelers, some ot whom were present, 
loudly promised to obey the new King. 

So the Queen placed a big crown of gold, set 
with rubies, upon Evardo's head, and threw an 
ermine robe over his shoulders, and proclaimed him 
King; and he bowed gratefully to all his subjects 
and then went away to see if he could find any 
cake in the royal pantry. 

Ozma of Oz and her people, as well as Dorothy, 
Tiktok and Billina, were splendidly entertained by 
the Queen mother, who owed all her happiness to 
their kind offices; and that evening the yellow hen 
was publicly presented with a beautiful necklace of 
pearls and sapphires, as a token of esteem from the 
new King. 

decided to accept Oz- 

ma's invitation to return 

with her to the Land of Oz. 

There was no greater chance 

of her getting home from Kv 

than from Oz, and the little girl 

was anxious to see once more the 

country where she had encountered 

such wonderful adventures. By this 

time Uncle Henry would have reached 

Australia in his ship, and had probably 

given her up for lost; so he couldn't worry 

any more than he did if she stayed away from 

him a while longer. So she would go to Oz. 

They bade good-bye to the people of Ev, and 
the King promised Ozma that he would ever be 


The Emerald City 

grateful to her and render the Land of Oz any 
service that might lie within his power. 

And then they approached the edge of the 
dangerous desert, and Ozma threw down the magic 
carpet, which at once unrolled far enough for all 
of them to walk upon it without being crowded. 

Tiktok, claiming to be Dorothy's faithful follower 
because he belonged to her, had been permitted to 
join the party, and before they started the girl wound 
up his machinery as far as possible, and the copper 
man stepped off as briskly as any one of them. 

Ozma also invited Billina to visit the Land of Oz, 
and the yellow hen was glad enough to go where 
new sights and scenes awaited her. 

They began the trip across the desert early in 
the morning, and as they stopped only long enough 
for Billina to lay her daily egg, before sunset they 
espied the green slopes and wooded hills of the 
beautiful Land of Oz. They entered it in the 
Munch kin territory, and the King of the Munchkins 
met them at the border and welcomed Ozma with 
great respect, being very pleased by her safe return. 
For Ozma of Oz ruled the King of the Munchkins, 
the King of the Winkies, the King of the Quadlings 
and the King of the Gillikins just as those kings 
ruled their own people; and this supreme ruler of 


Ozma of Oz 

the Land of Oz lived in a great town of her own, 
called the Emerald City, which was in the exact 
center of the four kingdoms of the Land of Oz. 

The Munchkin king entertained them at his pal- 
ace that night, and in the morning they set out for 
the Emerald City, travelling over a road of yellow 
brick that led straight to the jewel-studded gates. 
Everywhere the people turned out to greet their 
beloved Ozma, and to hail joyfully the Scarecrow, 
the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion, who 
were popular favorites. Dorothy, too, remembered 
some of the people, who had befriended her on the 
occasion of her hrst visit to Oz, and they were well 
pleased to see the little Kansas girl again, and 
showered her with compliments and good wishes. 

At one place, where they stopped to refresh 
themselves, Ozma accepted a bowl of milk from the 
hands of a pretty dairy-maid. Then she looked at 
the girl more closely, and exclaimed: 

"Why, it's Jinjur isn't it!' 

"Yes, your Highness," was the reply, as Jinjur 
dropped a low curtsy. And Dorothy looked 
wonderingly at this lively appearing person, who 
had once assembled an army of women and driven 
the Scarecrow from the throne of the Emerald City, 


The Emerald City 

and even fought a battle with the powerful army of 
Glinda the Sorceress. 

"I've married a man who owns nine cows," said 
Jinjur to Ozma, "and now I am happy and con- 

tented and willing to lead a quiet life and mind my 
own business." 

"Where is your husband?" asked Ozma. 

" He is in the house, nursing a black eye," replied 
finjur, calmly. "The foolish man would insist upon 
milking the red cow when I wanted him to milk 
the white one; but he will know better next time, 
I am sure." 


Ozma of Oz 

Then the party moved on again, and after cross- 
ing a broad river on a ferry and passing many fine 
farm houses that were dome shaped and painted a 
pretty green color, they came in sight of a large 
building that was covered with flags and bunting. 

"I don't remember that building," said Dorothy. 
"What is it?" 

"That is the College of Art and Athletic Per- 
fection," replied Ozma. "I had it built quite re- 
cently, and the Woggle-Bug is it's president. It 
keeps him busy, and the young men who attend 
the college are no worse off than they were before. 
You see, in this country are a number of youths 
who do not like to work, and the college is an ex- 
cellent place for them." 

And now they came in sight of the Emerald City, 
and the people flocked out to greet their lovely 
ruler. There were several bands and many officers 
and officials of the realm, and a crowd of citizens in 
their holiday attire. 

Thus the beautiful Ozma was escorted by a bril- 
liant procession to her royal city, and so great was 
the cheering that she was obliged to constantly bow 
to the right and left to acknowledge the greetings 
of her subjects. 

That evening there was a grand reception in the 



Ozma of Oz 

royal palace, attended by the most important persons 
of Oz,and jack Pumpkinhead, who was a little over- 
ripe but still active, read an address congratulating 
Ozma of Oz upon the success of her generous mis- 
sion to rescue the royal family of a neighboring 

Then magnificent gold medals set with precious 
stones were presented to each of the twenty-six 
officers; and the Tin Woodman was given a new 
axe studded with diamonds; and the Scarecrow re- 
ceived a silver jar of complexion powder. Dorothy 
was presented with a pretty coronet and made a 
Princess of Oz, and Tiktok received two bracelets 
set with eight rows of very clear and sparkling 

Afterward they sat down to a splendid feast, and 
Ozma put Dorothy at her right and Billina at her 
left, where the hen sat upon a golden roost and ate 
from a jeweled platter. Then were placed the 
Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and Tiktok, with 
baskets of lovely flowers before them, because they 
did not require food. The twenty-six officers were 
at the lower end of the table, and the Lion and the 
Tiger also had seats, and were served on golden 

clatters, that held a half a bushel at one time. 
i . . 

The wealthiest and most important citizens ol 


The Emerald City 

the Emerald City were proud to wait upon these 
famous adventurers, and they were assisted by a 
sprightly little maid named Jellia Jamb, whom the 
Scarecrow pinched upon her rosy cheeks and seemed 
to know very well. 

During the feast Ozma grew thoughtful, and 
suddenly she asked: 

"Where is the private?' 

"Oh, he is sweeping out the barracks," replied 
one of the generals, who was busy eating a leg of a 
turkey. "But I have ordered him a dish of bread 
and molasses to eat when his work is done." 

"Let him be sent for," said the girl ruler. 

While they waited for this command to be obeyed, 
she enquired: 

"Have we any other privates in the armies?' 

"Oh, yes," replied the Tin Woodman, "I believe 
there are three, altogether." 

The private now entered, saluting his officers and 
the royal Ozma very respectfully. 

"What is your name, my man?" asked the girl. 

"Omby Amby," answered the private. 

"Then, Omby Amby," said she, "I promote you 
to be Captain General of all the armies of my king- 
dom, and especially to be Commander of my Body 
Guard at the royal palace." 





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"It is very expensive to hold so many offices," 
said the private, hesitating. " I have no money with 
which to buy uniforms." 

"You shall be supplied from the royal treasury," 
said Ozma. 

Then the private was given a seat at the table, 
where the other officers welcomed him cordially, 
and the feasting and merriment were resumed. 

Suddenly Jellia Jamb exclaimed: 

"There is nothing more to eat! The Hungry 
Tiger has consumed everything!' 

"But that is not the worst of it," declared the 
Tiger, mournfully. "Somewhere or somehow, I've 
actually lost my appetite!' 




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passed several very 
happy weeks in the Land 
of Oz as the guest ot the 
royal Ozma, who delighted 
to please and interest the little 
Kansas girl. Many new ac 
quaintances were formed and many 
old ones renewed, and wherever she 
went Dorothy found herself among 

One day, however, as she sat in Ozma's 
private room, she noticed hanging upon the 
wall a picture which constantly changed in 
appearance, at one time showing a meadow 
and at another time a forest, a lake or a village. 


Ozma of Oz 

"How curious!' she exclaimed, after watching 
the shitting scenes for a few moments. 

"Yes," said Ozma, "that is really a wonderful in- 
vention in magic. If I wish to see any part of the 
world or any person living, I need only express the 
wish and it is shown in the picture." 

"May I use it?" asked Dorothy, eagerly. 

"Of course, my dear." 

"Then I'd like to see the old Kansas farm, and 
Aunt Em," said the girl. 

Instantly the well remembered farmhouse appeared 
in the picture, and Aunt Em could be seen quite 
plainly. She was engaged in washing dishes by the 
kitchen window and seemed quite well and con- 
tented. The hired men and the teams were in the 
harvest fields behind the house, and the corn and 
wheat seemed to the child to be in prime condition. 
On the side porch Dorothy's pet dog, Toto, was ly- 
ing fast asleep in the sun, and to her surprise old 
Speckles was running around with a brood of twelve 
new chickens trailing after her. 

"Everything seems all right at home," said Doro- 
thy, with a sigh of relief. "Now I wonder what 
Uncle Henry is doing." 

The scene in the picture at once shifted to 
Australia, where, in a pleasant room in Sydney, 


Dorothy's Magic Belt 

Uncle Henry was seated in an easy chair, solemnly 
smoking his briar pipe. He looked sad and lonely, 
and his hair was now quite white and his hands and 
face thin and wasted. 

"Oh!" cried Dorothy, in an anxious voice, "I'm 
sure Uncle Henry isn't getting any better, and it's 
because he is worried about me. Ozma, dear, I 
must go to him at once!' 

"How can you?" asked Ozma. 

"I don't know," replied Dorothy; "but let us go 
to Glinda the Good. I'm sure she will help me, 
and advise me how to get to Uncle Henry." 

Ozma readily agreed to this plan and caused the 
Sawhorse to be harnessed to a pretty green and pink 
phaeton, and the two girls rode away to visit the 
famous sorceress. 

Glinda received them graciously, and listened to 
Dorothy's story with attention. 

"I have the magic belt, you know," said the little 
girl. "If I buckled it around my waist and com- 
manded it to take me to Uncle Henry, wouldn't it 
do it?" 

"I think so," replied Glinda, with a smile. 

"And then," continued Dorothy, "if I ever 
wanted to come back here again, the belt would 
bring me." 



Dorothy's Magic Belt 

"In that you are wrong," said the sorceress. "The 
belt has magical powers only while it is in some 
fairy country, such as the Land of Oz, or the Land 
of Ev. Indeed, my little friend, were you to wear 
it and wish yourself in Australia, with your uncle, 
the wish would doubtless be fulfilled, because it was 
made in fairyland. But you would not find the 
magic belt around you when you arrived at your 

"What would become of it?" asked the girl. 

"It would be lost, as were your silver shoes when 
you visited Oz before, and no one would ever see 
it again. It seems too bad to destroy the use of the 
magic belt in that way, doesn't it?' 

"Then," said Dorothy, after a moment's thought, 
"I will give the magic belt to Ozma, for she can use 
it in her own country. And she can wish me trans- 
ported to Uncle Henry without losing the belt." 

"That is a wise plan," replied Glinda. 

So they rode back to the Emerald City, and on 
the way it was arranged that every Saturday morning 
Ozma would look at Dorothy in her magic picture, 
wherever the little girl might chance to be. And, 
if she saw Dorothy make a certain signal, then Ozma 
would know that the little Kansas girl wanted to 
revisit the Land of Oz, and by means of the Nome 


Ozma of Oz 

King's magic belt would wish that she might in- 
stantly return. 

This having been agreed upon, Dorothy bade 
good-bye to all her friends. Tiktok wanted to go 
to Australia, too; but Dorothy knew that the 
machine man would never do for a servant in a 
civilized country, and the chances were that his 
machinery wouldn't work at all. So she left him 
in Ozma's care. 

Billina, on the contrary, preferred the Land of Oz 
to any other country, and refused to accompany 

The bugs and ants that I find here are the finest 
flavored in the world," declared the yellow hen, 
"and there are plenty of them. So here I shall end 
my days; and I must say, Dorothy, my dear, that 
you are very foolish to go back into that stupid, 
humdrum world again." 

"Uncle Henry needs me," said Dorothy, simply; 
and every one except Billina thought it was right 
that she should go. 

All Dorothy's friends of the Land of Oz both 
old and new gathered in a group in front of the 
palace to bid her a sorrowful good-bye and to wish 
her long life and happiness. After much hand 
shaking, Dorothy kissed Ozma once more, and then 


Dorothy's Magic Belt 

handed her the Nome King's magic belt, saying: 

"Now, dear Princess, when I wave my handker- 
chief, please wish me with Uncle Henry. I'm aw'fly 
sorry to leave you and the Scarecrow and the 
Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion and 

Tiktok and and everybody but I do want my 
Uncle Henry! So good-bye, all of you." 

Then the little girl stood on one of the big 
emeralds which decorated the courtyard, and after 




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looking once again at each of her friends, waved 
her handkerchief. 

"No," said Dorothy, "I wasn't drowned at all. 
And I've come to nurse you and take care of you, 
Uncle Henry, and you must promise to get well as 
soon as poss'ble." 

Uncle Henry smiled and cuddled his little niece 
close in his lap. 

"I'm better already, my darling," said he. 






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