The Lost Princess of Oz ......................................................................................................................................1

L. Frank Baum.........................................................................................................................................1

To My Readers .........................................................................................................................................1

CHAPTER 1. A TERRIBLE LOSS........................................................................................................2

CHAPTER 2. THE TROUBLES OF GLINDA THE GOOD.................................................................4

CHAPTER 3. OF CAYKE THE COOKIE COOK.................................................................................6

CHAPTER 4. AMONG THE WINKIES ...............................................................................................10

CHAPTER 5. OZMA'S FRIENDS ARE PERPLEXED.......................................................................12

CHAPTER 6. THE SEARCH PARTY ..................................................................................................16

CHAPTER 7. THE MERRYGOROUND MOUNTAINS ................................................................20

CHAPTER 8. THE MYSTERIOUS CITY ............................................................................................24

CHAPTER 9. THE HIGH COCOLORUM OF THI ...........................................................................29

CHAPTER 10. TOTO LOSES SOMETHING ......................................................................................35

CHAPTER 11. BUTTONBRIGHT LOSES HIMSELF ......................................................................37

CHAPTER 12. CZAROVER OF HERKU ............................................................................................41

CHAPTER 13. TRUTH POND.............................................................................................................46

CHAPTER 14. THE UNHAPPY FERRYMAN...................................................................................48

CHAPTER 15. THE BIG LAVENDER BEAR....................................................................................51

CHAPTER 16. THE LITTLE PINK BEAR ..........................................................................................53

CHAPTER 17. THE MEETING ............................................................................................................57

CHAPTER 18. THE CONFERENCE...................................................................................................60

CHAPTER 19. UGU THE SHOEMAKER ...........................................................................................62

CHAPTER 20. MORE SURPRISES .....................................................................................................64

CHAPTER 21. MAGIC AGAINST MAGIC........................................................................................68

CHAPTER 22. IN THE WICKER CASTLE........................................................................................71

CHAPTER 23. THE DEFIANCE OF UGU THE SHOEMAKER.......................................................74

CHAPTER 24. THE LITTLE PINK BEAR SPEAKS TRULY ............................................................76

CHAPTER 25. OZMA OF OZ..............................................................................................................78

CHAPTER 26. DOROTHY FORGIVES..............................................................................................80

Some of my youthful readers are developing wonderful imaginations. This pleases me. Imagination has

brought mankind through the Dark Ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to

discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. Imagination has given us the steam

engine, the telephone, the talkingmachine and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before

they became realities. So I believe that dreams day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your

brainmachinery whizzing are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will

become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization. A

prominent educator tells me that fairy tales are of untold value in developing imagination in the young. I

Among the letters I receive from children are many containing suggestions of "what to write about in the next

Oz Book." Some of the ideas advanced are mighty interesting, while others are too extravagant to be

seriously considered even in a fairy tale. Yet I like them all, and I must admit that the main idea in "The

Lost Princess of Oz" was suggested to me by a sweet little girl of eleven who called to see me and to talk

about the Land of Oz. Said she: "I s'pose if Ozma ever got lost, or stolen, ev'rybody in Oz would be dreadful

That was all, but quite enough foundation to build this present story on. If you happen to like the story, give

There could be no doubt of the fact: Princess Ozma, the lovely girl ruler of the Fairyland of Oz, was lost. She

had completely disappeared.Not one of her subjectsnot even her closest friendsknew what had become

of her. It was Dorothy who first discovered it. Dorothy was a little Kansas girl who had come to the Land of

Oz to live and had been given a delightful suite of rooms in Ozma's royal palace just because Ozma loved

Dorothy and wanted her to live as near her as possible so the two girls might be much together.

Dorothy was not the only girl from the outside world who had been welcomed to Oz and lived in the royal

palace. There was another named Betsy Bobbin, whose adventures had led her to seek refuge with Ozma, and

still another named Trot, who had been invited, together with her faithful companion Cap'n Bill, to make her

home in this wonderful fairyland. The three girls all had rooms in the palace and were great chums; but

Dorothy was the dearest friend of their gracious Ruler and only she at any hour dared to seek Ozma in her

royal apartments. For Dorothy had lived in Oz much longer than the other girls and had been made a Princess

Betsy was a year older than Dorothy and Trot was a year younger, yet the three were near enough of an age to

become great playmates and to have nice times together. It was while the three were talking together one

morning in Dorothy's room that Betsy proposed they make a journey into the Munchkin Country, which was

one of the four great countries of the Land of Oz ruled by Ozma. "I've never been there yet," said Betsy

"All right," said Dorothy. "I'll go and ask Ozma. Perhaps she will let us take the Sawhorse and the Red

Wagon, which would be much nicer for us than having to walk all the way. This Land of Oz is a pretty big

So she jumped up and went along the halls of the splendid palace until she came to the royal suite, which

filled all the front of the second floor. In a little waiting room sat Ozma's maid, Jellia Jamb, who was busily

"I don't know, my dear," replied Jellia. "I haven't heard a word from her this morning. She hasn't even called

"Yes," agreed the maid, "but of course no harm could have happened to her. No one can die or be killed in the

Land of Oz, and Ozma is herself a powerful fairy, and she has no enemies so far as we know. Therefore I am

"Perhaps," said Dorothy thoughtfully, "she has overslept. Or she may be reading or working out some new

"Any of these things may be true," replied Jellia Jamb, "so I haven't dared disturb our royal mistress. You,

however, are a privileged character, Princess, and I am sure that Ozma wouldn't mind at all if you went in to

"Of course not," said Dorothy, and opening the door of the outer chamber, she went in. All was still here. She

walked into another room, which was Ozma's boudoir, and then, pushing back a heavy drapery richly

broidered with threads of pure gold, the girl entered the sleepingroom of the fairy Ruler of Oz. The bed of

ivory and gold was vacant; the room was vacant; not a trace of Ozma was to be found. Very much surprised,

yet still with no fear that anything had happened to her friend, Dorothy returned through the boudoir to the

other rooms of the suite. the bath, the wardrobe, and even into the great throne room, which adjoined the

So she returned to the anteroom where she had left the maid, Jellia Jamb, and said, "She isn't in her rooms

"I don't understand how she could do that without my seeing her," replied Jellia, "unless she made herself

"Then let us go find her," suggested the maid, who appeared to be a little uneasy. So they went into the

corridors, and there Dorothy almost stumbled over a queer girl who was dancing lightly along the passage.

"Not I!" replied the queer girl, dancing nearer."I lost both my eyes in a tussle with the Woozy last night, for

the creature scraped 'em both off my face with his square paws. So I put the eyes in my pocket, and this

morning ButtonBright led me to Aunt Em, who sewed 'em on again. So I've seen nothing at all today,

"Very well, Scraps," said Dorothy, looking curiously at the eyes, which were merely two round, black buttons

There were other things about Scraps that would have seemed curious to one seeing her for the first time. She

was commonly called "the Patchwork Girl" because her body and limbs were made from a gaycolored

patchwork quilt which had been cut into shape and stuffed with cotton. Her head was a round ball stuffed in

the same manner and fastened to her shoulders. For hair, she had a mass of brown yarn, and to make a nose

for her a part of the cloth had been pulled out into the shape of a knob and tied with a string to hold it in

place. Her mouth had been carefully made by cutting a slit in the proper place and lining it with red silk,

In spite of this queer makeup, the Patchwork Girl was magically alive and had proved herself not the least

jolly and agreeable of the many quaint characters who inhabit the astonishing Fairyland of Oz. Indeed, Scraps

was a general favorite, although she was rather flighty and erratic and did and said many things that surprised

her friends. She was seldom still, but loved to dance, to turn handsprings and somersaults, to climb trees and

"I'm going to search for Ozma," remarked Dorothy, "for she isn't in her rooms, and I want to ask her a

"I'll go with you," said Scraps, "for my eyes are brighter than yours, and they can see farther."

Together they searched all through the great palace and even to the farthest limits of the palace grounds,

which were quite extensive, but nowhere could they find a trace of Ozma. When Dorothy returned to where

Betsy and Trot awaited her, the little girl's face was rather solemn and troubled, for never before had Ozma

gone away without telling her friends where she was going, or without an escort that befitted her royal state.

She was gone, however, and none had seen her go. Dorothy had met and questioned the Scarecrow, TikTok,

the Shaggy Man, ButtonBright, Cap'n Bill, and even the wise and powerful Wizard of Oz, but not one of

them had seen Ozma since she parted with her friends the evening before and had gone to her own rooms.

"She didn't say anything las' night about going anywhere," observed little Trot.

"No, and that's the strange part of it," replied Dorothy. "Usually Ozma lets us know of everything she does."

"Why not look in the Magic Picture?" suggested Betsy Bobbin. "That will tell us where she is in just one

"Of course!" cried Dorothy. "Why didn't I think of that before?" And at once the three girls hurried away to

Ozma's boudoir, where the Magic Picture always hung. This wonderful Magic Picture was one of the royal

Ozma's greatest treasures. There was a large gold frame in the center of which was a bluishgray canvas on

which various scenes constantly appeared and disappeared. If one who stood before it wished to see what any

person anywhere in the world was doing, it was only necessary to make the wish and the scene in the Magic

Picture would shift to the scene where that person was and show exactly what he or she was then engaged in

doing. So the girls knew it would be easy for them to wish to see Ozma, and from the picture they could

Dorothy advanced to the place where the picture was usually protected by thick satin curtains and pulled the

draperies aside. Then she stared in amazement, while her two friends uttered exclamations of disappointment.

The Magic Picture was gone. Only a blank space on the wall behind the curtains showed where it had

That same morning there was great excitement in the castle of the powerful Sorceress of Oz, Glinda the

Good. This castle, situated in the Quadling Country, far south of the Emerald City where Ozma ruled, was a

splendid structure of exquisite marbles and silver grilles. Here the Sorceress lived, surrounded by a bevy of

the most beautiful maidens of Oz, gathered from all the four countries of that fairyland as well as from the

magnificent Emerald City itself, which stood in the place where the four countries cornered. It was

considered a great honor to be allowed to serve the good Sorceress, whose arts of magic were used only to

benefit the Oz people. Glinda was Ozma's most valued servant, for her knowledge of sorcery was wonderful,

and she could accomplish almost anything that her mistress, the lovely girl Ruler of Oz, wished her to.

Of all the magical things which surrounded Glinda in her castle, there was none more marvelous than her

Great Book of Records. On the pages of this Record Book were constantly being inscribed, day by day and

hour by hour, all the important events that happened anywhere in the known world, and they were inscribed

in the book at exactly the moment the events happened. Every adventure in the Land of Oz and in the big

outside world, and even in places that you and I have never heard of, were recorded accurately in the Great

Book, which never made a mistake and stated only the exact truth. For that reason, nothing could be

concealed from Glinda the Good, who had only to look at the pages of the Great Book of Records to know

everything that had taken place. That was one reason she was such a great Sorceress, for the records made her

This wonderful book was placed upon a big gold table that stood in the middle of Glinda's drawing room. The

legs of the table, which were incrusted with precious gems, were firmly fastened to the tiled floor, and the

book itself was chained to the table and locked with six stout golden padlocks, the keys to which Glinda

carried on a chain that was secured around her own neck. The pages of the Great Book were larger in size

than those of an American newspaper, and although they were exceedingly thin, there were so many of them

that they made an enormous, bulky volume. With its gold cover and gold clasps, the book was so heavy that

three men could scarcely have lifted it. Yet this morning when Glinda entered her drawing room after

breakfast, the good Sorceress was amazed to discover that her Great Book of Records had mysteriously

Advancing to the table, she found the chains had been cut with some sharp instrument, and this must have

been done while all in the castle slept. Glinda was shocked and grieved. Who could have done this wicked,

The Sorceress was thoughtful for a time, considering the consequences of her loss. Then she went to her

Room of Magic to prepare a charm that would tell her who had stolen the Record Book. But when she

unlocked her cupboard and threw open the doors, all of her magical instruments and rare chemical

compounds had been removed from the shelves. The Sorceress has now both angry and alarmed. She sat

down in a chair and tried to think how this extraordinary robbery could have taken place. It was evident that

the thief was some person of very great power, or the theft could not have been accomplished without her

knowledge. But who, in all the Land of Oz, was powerful and skillful enough to do this awful thing? And

who, having the power, could also have an object in defying the wisest and most talented Sorceress the world

Glinda thought over the perplexing matter for a full hour, at the end of which time she was still puzzled how

to explain it. But although her instruments and chemicals were gone, her KNOWLEDGE of magic had not

been stolen, by any means, since no thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why

knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire. Glinda believed that when she had time to gather more

magical herbs and elixirs and to manufacture more magical instruments, she would be able to discover who

"Whoever has done this," she said to her maidens, "is a very foolish person, for in time he is sure to be found

She now made a list of the things she needed and dispatched messengers to every part of Oz with instructions

to obtain them and bring them to her as soon as possible. And one of her messengers met the little Wizard of

Oz, who was seated on the back of the famous live Sawhorse and was clinging to its neck with both his arms,

for the Sawhorse was speeding to Glinda's castle with the velocity of the wind, bearing the news that Royal

Ozma, Ruler of all the great Land of Oz, had suddenly disappeared and no one in the Emerald City knew

"Also," said the Wizard as he stood before the astonished Sorceress, "Ozma's Magic Picture is gone, so we

cannot consult it to discover where she is. So I came to you for assistance as soon as we realized our loss. Let

"Alas," returned the Sorceress sorrowfully, "we cannot do that, for the Great Book of Records has also

One more important theft was reported in the Land of Oz that eventful morning, but it took place so far from

either the Emerald City or the castle of Glinda the Good that none of those persons we have mentioned

In the far southwestern corner of the Winkie Country is a broad tableland that can be reached only by

climbing a steep hill, whichever side one approaches it. On the hillside surrounding this tableland are no

paths at all, but there are quantities of bramble bushes with sharp prickers on them, which prevent any of the

Oz people who live down below from climbing up to see what is on top. But on top live the Yips, and

although the space they occupy is not great in extent, the wee country is all their own. The Yips had

neverup to the time this story beginsleft their broad tableland to go down into the Land of Oz, nor had

Living all alone as they did, the Yips had queer ways and notions of their own and did not resemble any other

people of the Land of Oz. Their houses were scattered all over the flat surface; not like a city, grouped

together, but set wherever their owners' fancy dictated, with fields here, trees there, and odd little paths

connecting the houses one with another. It was here, on the morning when Ozma so strangely disappeared

from the Emerald City, that Cayke the Cookie Cook discovered that her diamondstudded gold dishpan had

been stolen, and she raised such a hue and cry over her loss and wailed and shrieked so loudly that many of

It was a serious thing in any part of the Land of Oz to accuse one of stealing, so when the Yips heard Cayke

the Cookie Cook declare that her jeweled dishpan had been stolen, they were both humiliated and disturbed

and forced Cayke to go with them to the Frogman to see what could be done about it. I do not suppose you

have ever before heard of the Frogman, for like all other dwellers on that tableland, he had never been away

from it, nor had anyone come up there to see him. The Frogman was in truth descended from the common

frogs of Oz, and when he was first born he lived in a pool in the Winkie Country and was much like any other

frog. Being of an adventurous nature, however, he soon hopped out of his pool and began to travel, when a

big bird came along and seized him in its beak and started to fly away with him to its nest. When high in the

air, the frog wriggled so frantically that he got loose and fell down, down, down into a small hidden pool on

the tableland of the Yips. Now that pool, it seems, was unknown to the Yips because it was surrounded by

thick bushes and was not near to any dwelling, and it proved to be an enchanted pool, for the frog grew very

fast and very big, feeding on the magic skosh which is found nowhere else on earth except in that one pool.

And the skosh not only made the frog very big so that when he stood on his hind legs he was as tall as any

Yip in the country, but it made him unusually intelligent, so that he soon knew more than the Yips did and

No one could expect a frog with these talents to remain in a hidden pool, so he finally got out of it and

mingled with the people of the tableland, who were amazed at his appearance and greatly impressed by his

learning. They had never seen a frog before, and the frog had never seen a Yip before, but as there were

plenty of Yips and only one frog, the frog became the most important. He did not hop any more, but stood

upright on his hind legs and dressed himself in fine clothes and sat in chairs and did all the things that people

do, so he soon came to be called the Frogman, and that is the only name he has ever had. After some years

had passed, the people came to regard the Frogman as their adviser in all matters that puzzled them. They

brought all their difficulties to him, and when he did not know anything, he pretended to know it, which

seemed to answer just as well. Indeed, the Yips thought the Frogman was much wiser than he really was, and

There was another pool on the tableland which was not enchanted but contained good, clear water and was

located close to the dwellings. Here the people built the Frogman a house of his own, close to the edge of the

pool so that he could take a bath or a swim whenever he wished. He usually swam in the pool in the early

morning before anyone else was up, and during the day he dressed himself in his beautiful clothes and sat in

his house and received the visits of all the Yips who came to him to ask his advice. The Frogman's usual

costume consisted of kneebreeches made of yellow satin plush, with trimmings of gold braid and jeweled

kneebuckles; a white satin vest with silver buttons in which were set solitaire rubies; a swallowtailed coat

of bright yellow; green stockings and red leather shoes turned up at the toes and having diamond buckles. He

wore, when he walked out, a purple silk hat and carried a goldheaded cane. Over his eyes he wore great

spectacles with gold rims, not because his eyes were bad, but because the spectacles made him look wise, and

so distinguished and gorgeous was his appearance that all the Yips were very proud of him.

There was no King or Queen in the Yip Country, so the simple inhabitants naturally came to look upon the

Frogman as their leader as well as their counselor in all times of emergency. In his heart the big frog knew he

was no wiser than the Yips, but for a frog to know as much as a person was quite remarkable, and the

Frogman was shrewd enough to make the people believe he was far more wise than he really was. They never

suspected he was a humbug, but listened to his words with great respect and did just what he advised them to

Now when Cayke the Cookie Cook raised such an outcry over the theft of her diamondstudded dishpan, the

first thought of the people was to take her to the Frogman and inform him of the loss, thinking that of course

he would tell her where to find it. He listened to the story with his big eyes wide open behind his spectacles,

and said in his deep, croaking voice, "If the dishpan is stolen, somebody must have taken it."

"The one who took the dishpan, of course," replied the Frogman, and hearing this all the Yips nodded their

The look the Frogman gave her was a very wise look, and he rose from his chair and strutted up and down the

room with his hands under his coattails in a very pompous and imposing manner. This was the first time so

difficult a matter had been brought to him, and he wanted time to think. It would never do to let them suspect

his ignorance, and so he thought very, very hard how best to answer the woman without betraying himself. "I

beg to inform you," said he, "that nothing in the Yip Country has ever been stolen before."

"Therefore," continued the Frogman, "this theft becomes a very important matter.""Therefore," continued the

"It is lost, but it must be found. Unfortunately, we have no policemen or detectives to unravel the mystery, so

we must employ other means to regain the lost article. Cayke must first write a Proclamation and tack it to

the door of her house, and the Proclamation must read that whoever stole the jeweled dishpan must return it

"Then," said the Frogman, "that very fact will be proof that no one has stolen it."

Cayke was not satisfied, but the other Yips seemed to approve the plan highly. They all advised her to do as

the Frogman had told her to, so she posted the sign on her door and waited patiently for someone to return the

dishpanwhich no one ever did. Again she went, accompanied by a group of her neighbors, to the Frogman,

who by this time had given the matter considerable thought. Said he to Cayke, "I am now convinced that no

Yip has taken your dishpan, and since it is gone from the Yip Country, I suspect that some stranger came

from the world down below us in the darkness of night when all of us were asleep and took away your

treasure. There can be no other explanation of its disappearance. So if you wish to recover that golden,

This was indeed a startling proposition. Cayke and her friends went to the edge of the flat tableland and

looked down the steep hillside to the plains below. It was so far to the bottom of the hill that nothing there

could be seen very distinctly, and it seemed to the Yips very venturesome, if not dangerous, to go so far from

home into an unknown land. However, Cayke wanted her dishpan very badly, so she turned to her friends and

No one answered the question, but after a period of silence one of the Yips said, "We know what is here on

the top of this flat hill, and it seems to us a very pleasant place, but what is down below we do not know. The

"Maybe, maybe," responded another Yip, "but why take chances? Contentment with one's lot is true wisdom.

Perhaps in some other country there are better cookies than you cook, but as we have always eaten your

cookies and liked themexcept when they are burned on the bottomwe do not long for any better ones."

Cayke might have agreed to this argument had she not been so anxious to find her precious dishpan, but now

she exclaimed impatiently, "You are cowards, all of you! If none of you are willing to explore with me the

"That is a wise resolve," declared the Yips, much relieved. "It is your dishpan that is lost, not ours. And if you

are willing to risk your life and liberty to regain it, no one can deny you the privilege."

While they were thus conversing, the Frogman joined them and looked down at the plain with his big eyes

and seemed unusually thoughtful. In fact, the Frogman was thinking that he'd like to see more of the world.

Here in the Yip Country he had become the most important creature of them all, and his importance was

getting to be a little tame. It would be nice to have other people defer to him and ask his advice, and there

seemed no reason so far as he could see why his fame should not spread throughout all Oz. He knew nothing

of the rest of the world, but it was reasonable to believe that there were more people beyond the mountain

where he now lived than there were Yips, and if he went among them he could surprise them with his display

of wisdom and make them bow down to him as the Yips did. In other words, the Frogman was ambitious to

become still greater than he was, which was impossible if he always remained upon this mountain. He wanted

others to see his gorgeous clothes and listen to his solemn sayings, and here was an excuse for him to get

away from the Yip Country. So he said to Cayke the Cookie Cook, "I will go with you, my good woman,"

which greatly pleased Cayke because she felt the Frogman could be of much assistance to her in her search.

But now, since the mighty Frogman had decided to undertake the journey, several of the Yips who were

young and daring at once made up their minds to go along, so the next morning after breakfast the Frogman

and Cayke the Cookie Cook and nine of the Yips started to slide down the side of the mountain. The bramble

bushes and cactus plants were very prickly and uncomfortable to the touch, so the Frogman quickly

commanded the Yips to go first and break a path, so that when he followed them he would not tear his

splendid clothes. Cayke, too, was wearing her best dress and was likewise afraid of the thorns and prickers,

They made rather slow progress and night overtook them before they were halfway down the mountainside,

so they found a cave in which they sought shelter until morning. Cayke had brought along a basket full of her

famous cookies, so they all had plenty to eat. On the second day the Yips began to wish they had not

embarked on this adventure. They grumbled a good deal at having to cut away the thorns to make the path for

the Frogman and the Cookie Cook, for their own clothing suffered many tears, while Cayke and the Frogman

"If it is true that anyone came to our country to steal your diamond dishpan," said one of the Yips to Cayke,

"it must have been a bird, for no person in the form of a man, woman or child could have climbed through

"And, allowing he could have done so," said another Yip, "the diamondstudded gold dishpan would not

"For my part," remarked a third Yip, "I would rather go back home and dig and polish some more diamonds

and mine some more gold and make you another dishpan than be scratched from head to heel by these

dreadful bushes. Even now, if my mother saw me, she would not know I am her son."

Cayke paid no heed to these mutterings, nor did the Frogman. Although their journey was slow, it was being

made easy for them by the Yips, so they had nothing to complain of and no desire to turn back. Quite near to

the bottom of the great hill they came upon a great gulf, the sides of which were as smooth as glass. The gulf

extended a long distanceas far as they could see in either directionand although it was not very wide, it

was far too wide for the Yips to leap across it. And should they fall into it, it was likely they might never get

"I shall never find my pretty dishpan again, and my heart will be broken!" she sobbed.

The Frogman went to the edge of the gulf and with his eye carefully measured the distance to the other side.

"Being a frog," said he, "I can leap, as all frogs do, and being so big and strong, I am sure I can leap across

this gulf with ease. But the rest of you, not being frogs, must return the way you came."

"We will do that with pleasure," cried the Yips, and at once they turned and began to climb up the steep

mountain, feeling they had had quite enough of this unsatisfactory adventure. Cayke the Cookie Cook did not

go with them, however. She sat on a rock and wept and wailed and was very miserable.

"Well," said the Frogman to her, "I will now bid you goodbye. If I find your diamonddecorated gold

"But I prefer to find it myself!" she said. "See here, Frogman, why can't you carry me across the gulf when

The Frogman gravely thought over this suggestion. It was a fact that Cayke the Cookie Cook was not a heavy

person. Perhaps he could leap the gulf with her on his back. "If you are willing to risk a fall," said he, "I will

At once she sprang up and grabbed him around his neck with both her arms. That is, she grabbed him where

his neck ought to be, for the Frogman had no neck at all. Then he squatted down, as frogs do when they leap,

and with his powerful rear legs he made a tremendous jump. Over the gulf they sailed, with the Cookie Cook

on his back, and he had leaped so hardto make sure of not falling inthat he sailed over a lot of bramble

bushes that grew on the other side and landed in a clear space which was so far beyond the gulf that when

Cayke now got off the Frogman's back and he stood erect again and carefully brushed the dust from his

"I had no idea I could leap so far," he said wonderingly. "Leaping is one more accomplishment I can now add

"You are certainly fine at leapfrog," said the Cookie Cook admiringly, "but, as you say, you are wonderful

in many ways. If we meet with any people down here, I am sure they will consider you the greatest and

"Yes," he replied, "I shall probably astonish strangers, because they have never before had the pleasure of

seeing me. Also, they will marvel at my great learning. Every time I open my mouth, Cayke, I am liable to

"That is true," she agreed, "and it is fortunate your mouth is so very wide and opens so far, for otherwise all

the wisdom might not be able to get out of it." "Perhaps nature made it wide for that very reason," said the

Frogman. "But come, let us now go on, for it is getting late and we must find some sort of shelter before night

The settled parts of the Winkie Country are full of happy and contented people who are ruled by a tin

Emperor named Nick Chopper, who in turn is a subject of the beautiful girl Ruler, Ozma of Oz. But not all of

the Winkie Country is fully settled. At the east, which part lies nearest the Emerald City, there are beautiful

farmhouses and roads, but as you travel west, you first come to a branch of the Winkie River, beyond which

there is a rough country where few people live, and some of these are quite unknown to the rest of the world.

After passing through this rude section of territory, which no one ever visits, you would come to still another

branch of the Winkie River, after crossing which you would find another wellsettled part of the Winkie

Country extending westward quite to the Deadly Desert that surrounds all the Land of Oz and separates that

favored fairyland from the more common outside world. The Winkies who live in this west section have

many tin mines, from which metal they make a great deal of rich jewelry and other articles, all of which are

highly esteemed in the Land of Oz because tin is so bright and pretty and there is not so much of it as there is

Not all the Winkies are miners, however, for some till the fields and grow grains for food, and it was at one of

these farwest Winkie farms that the Frogman and Cayke the Cookie Cook first arrived after they had

descended from the mountain of the Yips. "Goodness me!" cried Nellary the Winkie wife when she saw the

strange couple approaching her house. "I have seen many queer creatures in the Land of Oz, but none more

queer than this giant frog who dresses like a man and walks on his hind legs. Come here, Wiljon," she called

to her husband, who was eating his breakfast, "and take a look at this astonishing freak."

Wiljon the Winkie came to the door and looked out. He was still standing in the doorway when the Frogman

approached and said with a haughty croak, "Tell me, my good man, have you seen a diamondstudded gold

"No, nor have I seen a copperplated lobster," replied Wiljon in an equally haughty tone.

"No," added Cayke the Cookie Cook hastily, "you must be very polite to the great Frogman, for he is the

"He says so himself," replied Cayke, and the Frogman nodded and strutted up and down, twirling his

"Does the Scarecrow admit that this overgrown frog is the wisest creature in the world?" asked Wiljon.

"Well, he lives at the Emerald City, and he is supposed to have the finest brains in all Oz. The Wizard gave

"Mine grew in my head," said the Frogman pompously, "so I think they must be better than any wizard

brains. I am so wise that sometimes my wisdom makes my head ache. I know so much that often I have to

forget part of it, since no one creature, however great, is able to contain so much knowledge."

"It must be dreadful to be stuffed full of wisdom," remarked Wiljon reflectively and eyeing the Frogman with

"I hope, however, you know where my jeweled dishpan is," said the Cookie Cook anxiously.

"I do not know even that," returned the Winkie."We have trouble enough in keeping track of our own

Finding him so ignorant, the Frogman proposed that they walk on and seek Cayke's dishpan elsewhere.

Wiljon the Winkie did not seem greatly impressed by the great Frogman, which seemed to that personage as

strange as it was disappointing. But others in this unknown land might prove more respectful.

"I'd like to meet that Wizard of Oz," remarked Cayke as they walked along a path. "If he could give a

"Poof!" grunted the Frogman scornfully. "I am greater than any wizard. Depend on ME. If your dishpan is

"If you do not, my heart will be broken," declared the Cookie Cook in a sorrowful voice.

For a while the Frogman walked on in silence. Then he asked, "Why do you attach so much importance to a

"It is the greatest treasure I possess," replied the woman. "It belonged to my mother and to all my

grandmothers since the beginning of time. It is, I believe, the very oldest thing in all the Yip Countryor

was while it was thereand," she added, dropping her voice to an awed whisper, "it has magic powers!"

"Whoever has owned that dishpan has been a good cook, for one thing. No one else is able to make such

good cookies as I have cooked, as you and all the Yips know. Yet the very morning after my dishpan was

stolen, I tried to make a batch of cookies and they burned up in the oven! I made another batch that proved

too tough to eat, and I was so ashamed of them that I buried them in the ground. Even the third batch of

cookies, which I brought with me in my basket, were pretty poor stuff and no better than any woman could

make who does not own my diamondstudded gold dishpan. In fact, my good Frogman, Cayke the Cookie

Cook will never be able to cook good cookies again until her magic dishpan is restored to her."

"In that case," said the Frogman with a sigh, "I suppose we must manage to find it."

"Really," said Dorothy, looking solemn, "this is very s'prising. We can't even find a shadow of Ozma

anywhere in the Em'rald City, and wherever she's gone, she's taken her Magic Picture with her." She was

standing in the courtyard of the palace with Betsy and Trot, while Scraps, the Patchwork Girl, danced around

"And stolen the Magic Picture, too, so the thing can't tell where she is," added the Patchwork Girl.

"That's nonsense," said Dorothy. "Why, ev'ryone loves Ozma. There isn't a person in the Land of Oz who

"Huh!" replied the Patchwork Girl. "You don't know ev'ry person in the Land of Oz."

"It's a big country," said Scraps. "There are cracks and corners in it that even Ozma doesn't know of."

"No, she's right about that," replied Dorothy thoughtfully. "There are lots of queer people in this fairyland

who never come near Ozma or the Em'rald City. I've seen some of 'em myself, girls. But I haven't seen all, of

course, and there MIGHT be some wicked persons left in Oz yet, though I think the wicked witches have all

Just then the Wooden Sawhorse dashed into the courtyard with the Wizard of Oz on his back. "Have you

"No. Glinda's Book of Records and all her magic instruments are gone. Someone must have stolen them."

"Goodness me!"exclaimed Dorothy in alarm. "This is the biggest steal I ever heard of. Who do you think did

"But I have come to get my own bag of magic tools and carry them to Glinda. She is so much more powerful

than I that she may be able to discover the truth by means of my magic quicker and better than I could

The Wizard rushed away to his rooms but presently came back with a long, sad face. "It's gone!" he said.

"This thing is getting desperate," continued the Wizard. "All the magic that belongs to Ozma or to Glinda or

"Do you suppose Ozma could have taken them, herself, for some purpose?" asked Betsy.

"No indeed," declared the Wizard. "I suspect some enemy has stolen Ozma and for fear we would follow and

"How dreadful!" cried Dorothy. "The idea of anyone wanting to injure our dear Ozma! Can't we do

"I'll ask Glinda. I must go straight back to her and tell her that my magic tools have also disappeared. The

With this, he jumped upon the back of the Sawhorse again, and the quaint steed, which never tired, dashed

away at full speed. The three girls were very much disturbed in mind. Even the Patchwork Girl seemed to

realize that a great calamity had overtaken them all. Ozma was a fairy of considerable power, and all the

creatures in Oz as well as the three mortal girls from the outside world looked upon her as their protector and

friend. The idea of their beautiful girl Ruler's being overpowered by an enemy and dragged from her splendid

palace a captive was too astonishing for them to comprehend at first. Yet what other explanation of the

"Ozma wouldn't go away willingly, without letting us know about it," asserted Dorothy, "and she wouldn't

steal Glinda's Great Book of Records or the Wizard's magic, 'cause she could get them any time just by

No one could get across the Deadly Desert, you know, and no one but an Oz person could know about the

Magic Picture and the Book of Records and the Wizard's magic or where they were kept, and so be able to

steal the whole outfit before we could stop 'em. It MUST be someone who lives in the Land of Oz."

"If we knew," replied Dorothy severely, "we wouldn't be standing here doing nothing."

Just then two boys entered the courtyard and approached the group of girls. One boy was dressed in the

fantastic Munchkin costumea blue jacket and knickerbockers, blue leather shoes and a blue hat with a high

peak and tiny silver bells dangling from its rimand this was Ojo the Lucky, who had once come from the

Munchkin Country of Oz and now lived in the Emerald City. The other boy was an American from

Philadelphia and had lately found his way to Oz in the company of Trot and Cap'n Bill. His name was

ButtonBright; that is, everyone called him by that name and knew no other. ButtonBright was not quite as

big as the Munchkin boy, but he wore the same kind of clothes, only they were of different colors. As the two

came up to the girls, arm in arm, ButtonBright remarked, "Hello, Dorothy. They say Ozma is lost."

"I know," said Ojo. "Jellia Jamb told them. She has been asking everywhere if anyone has seen Ozma."

"There wasn't any use making all our people unhappy till we were dead certain that Ozma can't be found."

"Pshaw," said ButtonBright, "it's nothing to get lost. I've been lost lots of times."

"That's true," admitted Trot, who knew that the boy had a habit of getting lost and then finding himself again,

"but it's diff'rent with Ozma. She's the Ruler of all this big fairyland, and we're 'fraid that the reason she's lost

"Only wicked people steal," said Ojo. "Do you know of any wicked people in Oz, Dorothy?"

"They're here, though," cried Scraps, dancing up to them and then circling around the group. "Ozma's stolen;

There was no denying the truth of this statement. The faces of all of them were now solemn and sorrowful.

"One thing is sure," said ButtonBright after a time, "if Ozma has been stolen, someone ought to find her and

"There may be a lot of thieves," suggested Trot gravely, "and in this fairy country they don't seem to have any

"He has green whiskers and a gun and is a MajorGeneral, but no one is afraid of either his gun or his

"Well, a soldier is a soldier," said Betsy, "and perhaps he'd hurt a wicked thief if he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"He went fishing about two months ago and hasn't come back yet," explained ButtonBright.

"Then I can't see that he will be of much use to us in this trouble," sighed little Trot. "But p'raps Ozma, who

"She MIGHT be able to," answered Dorothy reflectively, "but if she had the power to do that, it isn't likely

she'd have let herself be stolen. So the thieves must have been even more powerful in magic than our Ozma."

There was no denying this argument, and although they talked the matter over all the rest of that day, they

were unable to decide how Ozma had been stolen against her will or who had committed the dreadful deed.

Toward evening the Wizard came back, riding slowly upon the Sawhorse because he felt discouraged and

perplexed. Glinda came later in her aerial chariot drawn by twenty milkwhite swans, and she also seemed

worried and unhappy. More of Ozma's friends joined them, and that evening they all had a big talk together.

"I think," said Dorothy, "we ought to start out right away in search of our dear Ozma. It seems cruel for us to

live comf'tably in her palace while she is a pris'ner in the power of some wicked enemy."

"Yes," agreed Glinda the Sorceress, "someone ought to search for her. I cannot go myself, because I must

work hard in order to create some new instruments of sorcery by means of which I may rescue our fair Ruler.

But if you can find her in the meantime and let me know who has stolen her, it will enable me to rescue her

"Then we'll start tomorrow morning," decided Dorothy. "Betsy and Trot and I won't waste another minute."

"I'm not sure you girls will make good detectives," remarked the Wizard, "but I'll go with you to protect you

from harm and to give you my advice. All my wizardry, alas, is stolen, so I am now really no more a wizard

"If there is an Evil Power abroad in our fairyland, which is able to steal not only Ozma and her Magic

Picture, but Glinda's Book of Records and all her magic, and my black bag containing all my tricks of

wizardry, then that Evil Power may yet cause us considerable injury. Ozma is a fairy, and so is Glinda, so no

power can kill or destroy them, but you girls are all mortals and so are ButtonBright and I, so we must

"That is true," replied the Sorceress, "and I think it may be well to divide the searchers into several parties,

that they may cover all the land of Oz more quickly. So I will send Ojo and Unc Nunkie and Dr. Pipt into the

Munchkin Country, which they are well acquainted with; and I will send the Scarecrow and the Tin

Woodman into the Quadling Country, for they are fearless and brave and never tire; and to the Gillikin

Country, where many dangers lurk, I will send the Shaggy Man and his brother, with TikTok and Jack

Pumpkinhead. Dorothy may make up her own party and travel into the Winkie Country. All of you must

They thought this a very wise plan and adopted it without question. In Ozma's absence, Glinda the Good was

the most important person in Oz, and all were glad to serve under her direction.

Next morning as soon as the sun was up, Glinda flew back to her castle, stopping on the way to instruct the

Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, who were at that time staying at the college of Professor H. M.

On hearing of Ozma's loss, they started at once for the Quadling Country to search for her. As soon as Glinda

had left the Emerald City, TikTok and the Shaggy Man and Jack Pumpkinhead, who had been present at the

conference, began their journey into the Gillikin Country, and an hour later Ojo and Unc Nunkie joined Dr.

Pipt and together they traveled toward the Munchkin Country. When all these searchers were gone, Dorothy

The Wizard hitched the Sawhorse to the Red Wagon, which would seat four very comfortably. He wanted

Dorothy, Betsy, Trot and the Patchwork Girl to ride in the wagon, but Scraps came up to them mounted upon

the Woozy, and the Woozy said he would like to join the party. Now this Woozy was a most peculiar animal,

having a square head, square body, square legs and square tail. His skin was very tough and hard, resembling

leather, and while his movements were somewhat clumsy, the beast could travel with remarkable swiftness.

His square eyes were mild and gentle in expression, and he was not especially foolish. The Woozy and the

Patchwork Girl were great friends, and so the Wizard agreed to let the Woozy go with them.

Another great beast now appeared and asked to go along. This was none other than the famous Cowardly

Lion, one of the most interesting creatures in all Oz. No lion that roamed the jungles or plains could compare

in size or intelligence with this Cowardly Lion, wholike all animals living in Ozcould talk and who

talked with more shrewdness and wisdom than many of the people did. He said he was cowardly because he

always trembled when he faced danger, but he had faced danger many times and never refused to fight when

it was necessary. This Lion was a great favorite with Ozma and always guarded her throne on state occasions.

He was also an old companion and friend of the Princess Dorothy, so the girl was delighted to have him join

"I'm so nervous over our dear Ozma," said the Cowardly Lion in his deep, rumbling voice, "that it would

make me unhappy to remain behind while you are trying to find her. But do not get into any danger, I beg of

"We'll not get into danger if we can poss'bly help it," promised Dorothy, "but we shall do anything to find

The addition of the Woozy and the Cowardly Lion to the party gave Betsy Bobbin an idea, and she ran to the

marble stables at the rear of the palace and brought out her mule, Hank by name. Perhaps no mule you ever

saw was so lean and bony and altogether plain looking as this Hank, but Betsy loved him dearly because he

was faithful and steady and not nearly so stupid as most mules are considered to be. Betsy had a saddle for

Hank, and he declared she would ride on his back, an arrangement approved by the Wizard because it left

only four of the party to ride on the seats of the Red WagonDorothy and ButtonBright and Trot and

An old sailor man who had one wooden leg came to see them off and suggested that they put a supply of food

and blankets in the Red Wagon inasmuch as they were uncertain how long they would be gone. This sailor

man was called Cap'n Bill. He was a former friend and comrade of Trot and had encountered many

adventures in company with the little girl. I think he was sorry he could not go with her on this trip, but

Glinda the Sorceress had asked Cap'n Bill to remain in the Emerald City and take charge of the royal palace

They loaded the back end of the Red Wagon with everything they thought they might need, and then they

formed a procession and marched from the palace through the Emerald City to the great gates of the wall that

surrounded this beautiful capital of the Land of Oz. Crowds of citizens lined the streets to see them pass and

to cheer them and wish them success, for all were grieved over Ozma's loss and anxious that she be found

again. First came the Cowardly Lion, then the Patchwork Girl riding upon the Woozy, then Betsy Bobbin on

her mule Hank, and finally the Sawhorse drawing the Red Wagon, in which were seated the Wizard and

Dorothy and ButtonBright and Trot. No one was obliged to drive the Sawhorse, so there were no reins to his

harness; one had only to tell him which way to go, fast or slow, and he understood perfectly.

It was about this time that a shaggy little black dog who had been lying asleep in Dorothy's room in the

palace woke up and discovered he was lonesome. Everything seemed very still throughout the great building,

and Totothat was the little dog's namemissed the customary chatter of the three girls. He never paid

much attention to what was going on around him, and although he could speak, he seldom said anything, so

the little dog did not know about Ozma's loss or that everyone had gone in search of her. But he liked to be

with people, and especially with his own mistress, Dorothy, and having yawned and stretched himself and

found the door of the room ajar, he trotted out into the corridor and went down the stately marble stairs to the

Toto turned and trotted out into the palace garden and down the long driveway until he came to the streets of

the Emerald City. Here he paused to listen, and hearing sounds of cheering, he ran swiftly along until he

came in sight of the Red Wagon and the Woozy and the Lion and the Mule and all the others. Being a wise

little dog, he decided not to show himself to Dorothy just then, lest he be sent back home, but he never lost

sight of the party of travelers, all of whom were so eager to get ahead that they never thought to look behind

them. When they came to the gates in the city wall, the Guardian of the Gates came out to throw wide the

"Did any strange person come in or out of the city on the night before last when Ozma was stolen?" asked

"Of course not," said the Wizard. "Anyone clever enough to steal all the things we have lost would not mind

the barrier of a wall like this in the least. I think the thief must have flown through the air, for otherwise he

could not have stolen from Ozma's royal palace and Glinda's faraway castle in the same night. Moreover, as

there are no airships in Oz and no way for airships from the outside world to get into this country, I believe

the thief must have flown from place to place by means of magic arts which neither Glinda nor I understand."

On they went, and before the gates closed behind them, Toto managed to dodge through them. The country

surrounding the Emerald City was thickly settled, and for a while our friends rode over nicely paved roads

which wound through a fertile country dotted with beautiful houses, all built in the quaint Oz fashion. In the

course of a few hours, however, they had left the tilled fields and entered the Country of the Winkies, which

occupies a quarter of all the territory in the Land of Oz but is not so well known as many other parts of

Ozma's fairyland. Long before night the travelers had crossed the Winkie River near to the Scarecrow's

Tower (which was now vacant) and had entered the Rolling Prairie where few people live. They asked

everyone they met for news of Ozma, but none in this district had seen her or even knew that she had been

stolen. And by nightfall they had passed all the farmhouses and were obliged to stop and ask for shelter at the

hut of a lonely shepherd. When they halted, Toto was not far behind. The little dog halted, too, and stealing

The shepherd was a kindly old man and treated the travelers with much courtesy. He slept out of doors that

night, giving up his hut to the three girls, who made their beds on the floor with the blankets they had brought

in the Red Wagon. The Wizard and ButtonBright also slept out of doors, and so did the Cowardly Lion and

Hank the Mule. But Scraps and the Sawhorse did not sleep at all, and the Woozy could stay awake for a

month at a time if he wished to, so these three sat in a little group by themselves and talked together all

In the darkness, the Cowardly Lion felt a shaggy little form nestling beside his own, and he said sleepily,

"From home," said the dog. "If you roll over, roll the other way so you won't smash me."

"I believe not," admitted Toto, and he added a little anxiously, "Do you think, friend Lion, we are now far

enough from the Emerald City for me to risk showing myself, or will Dorothy send me back because I wasn't

"Only Dorothy can answer that question," said the Lion. "For my part, Toto, I consider this affair none of my

business, so you must act as you think best." Then the huge beast went to sleep again, and Toto snuggled

closer to the warm, hairy body and also slept. He was a wise little dog in his way, and didn't intend to worry

In the morning the Wizard built a fire, over which the girls cooked a very good breakfast. Suddenly Dorothy

discovered Toto sitting quietly before the fire, and the little girl exclaimed, "Goodness me, Toto! Where did

"I forgot all about you," admitted Dorothy, "and if I hadn't, I'd prob'ly left you with Jellia Jamb, seeing this

isn't a pleasure trip but stric'ly business. But now that you're here, Toto, I s'pose you'll have to stay with us,

unless you'd rather go back again. We may get ourselves into trouble before we're done, Toto."

"Breakfas'll soon be ready, and then you shall have your share," promised his little mistress, who was really

glad to have her dog with her. She and Toto had traveled together before, and she knew he was a good and

When the food was cooked and served, the girls invited the old shepherd to join them in the morning meal.

He willingly consented, and while they ate he said to them, "You are now about to pass through a very

dangerous country, unless you turn to the north or to the south to escape its perils."

"In that case," said the Cowardly Lion, "let us turn, by all means, for I dread to face dangers of any sort."

"Beyond this Rolling Prairie," explained the shepherd, "are the MerryGoRound Mountains, set close

together and surrounded by deep gulfs so that no one is able to get past them. Beyond the MerryGoRound

"No one knows, for no one has ever passed the MerryGoRound Mountains," was the reply, "but it is said

that the ThistleEaters hitch dragons to their chariots and that the Herkus are waited upon by giants whom

"Perhaps the birds who fly over that country brought the news," suggested Betsy.

"If you escaped those dangers," continued the shepherd, "you might encounter others still more serious before

you came to the next branch of the Winkie River. It is true that beyond that river there lies a fine country

inhabited by good people, and if you reached there, you would have no further trouble. It is between here and

the west branch of the Winkie River that all dangers lie, for that is the unknown territory that is inhabited by

"It may be, and it may not be," said the Wizard. "We shall know when we get there."

"Well," persisted the shepherd, "in a fairy country such as ours, every undiscovered place is likely to harbor

wicked creatures. If they were not wicked, they would discover themselves and by coming among us submit

to Ozma's rule and be good and considerate, as are all the Oz people whom we know."

"That argument," stated the little Wizard, "convinces me that it is our duty to go straight to those unknown

places, however dangerous they may be, for it is surely some cruel and wicked person who has stolen our

Ozma, and we know it would be folly to search among good people for the culprit. Ozma may not be hidden

in the secret places of the Winkie Country, it is true, but it is our duty to travel to every spot, however

"You're right about that," said ButtonBright approvingly. "Dangers don't hurt us. Only things that happen

ever hurt anyone, and a danger is a thing that might happen and might not happen, and sometimes don't

They were all of the same opinion, so they packed up and said goodbye to the friendly shepherd and

The Rolling Prairie was not difficult to travel over, although it was all uphill and downhill, so for a while they

made good progress. Not even a shepherd was to be met with now, and the farther they advanced the more

dreary the landscape became. At noon they stopped for a "picnic luncheon," as Betsy called it, and then they

again resumed their journey. All the animals were swift and tireless, and even the Cowardly Lion and the

It was the middle of the afternoon when first they came in sight of a cluster of low mountains. These were

coneshaped, rising from broad bases to sharp peaks at the tops. From a distance the mountains appeared

indistinct and seemed rather smallmore like hills than mountainsbut as the travelers drew nearer, they

noted a most unusual circumstance: the hills were all whirling around, some in one direction and some the

There were several rows of these mountains, extending both to the right and to the left for miles and miles.

How many rows there might be none could tell, but between the first row of peaks could be seen other peaks,

all steadily whirling around one way or another. Continuing to ride nearer, our friends watched these hills

attentively, until at last, coming close up, they discovered there was a deep but narrow gulf around the edge

of each mountain, and that the mountains were set so close together that the outer gulf was continuous and

barred farther advance. At the edge of the gulf they all dismounted and peered over into its depths. There was

no telling where the bottom was, if indeed there was any bottom at all. From where they stood it seemed as if

the mountains had been set in one great hole in the ground, just close enough together so they would not

touch, and that each mountain was supported by a rocky column beneath its base which extended far down in

the black pit below. From the land side it seemed impossible to get across the gulf or, succeeding in that, to

"What, jump from here to that whirling hill?" cried the Lion indignantly. "I should say not! Even if I landed

there and could hold on, what good would it do? There's another spinning mountain beyond it, and perhaps

still another beyond that. I don't believe any living creature could jump from one mountain to another when

"I propose we turn back," said the Wooden Sawhorse with a yawn of his choppedout mouth as he stared

The others of the party, however they might be puzzled by the serious problem that confronted them, would

not allow themselves to despair. "If we once get over these mountains," said ButtonBright, "we could

"True enough," agreed Dorothy. "So we must find some way, of course, to get past these whirligig hills. But

"But the Ork isn't here," said the Wizard, "and we must depend upon ourselves to conquer this difficulty.

Unfortunately, all my magic has been stolen, otherwise I am sure I could easily get over the mountains."

"Unfortunately," observed the Woozy, "none of us has wings. And we're in a magic country without any

"That? Oh, that's just the Magic Belt I once captured from the Nome King," she replied.

"A Magic Belt! Why, that's fine. I'm sure a Magic Belt would take you over these hills."

"It might if I knew how to work it," said the little girl. "Ozma knows a lot of its magic, but I've never found

"Try wishing yourself across and see if it will obey you," suggested the Wizard.

"But what good would that do?" asked Dorothy. "If I got across, it wouldn't help the rest of you, and I

"True enough," agreed the Wizard sadly. And then, after looking around the group, he inquired, "What is that

"A ring. The Mermaids gave it to me," she explained, "and if ever I'm in trouble when I'm on the water, I can

call the Mermaids and they'll come and help me. But the Mermaids can't help me on the land, you know,

There was a big, broad, spreading tree near the edge of the gulf, and as the sun was hot above them, they all

gathered under the shade of the tree to study the problem of what to do next. "If we had a long rope," said

Betsy, "we could fasten it to this tree and let the other end of it down into the gulf and all slide down it."

"Then, if we could manage to throw the rope up the other side," explained the girl, "we could all climb it and

"There are too many 'if's' in that suggestion," remarked the little Wizard. "And you must remember that the

other side is nothing but spinning mountains, so we couldn't possibly fasten a rope to them, even if we had

"That rope idea isn't half bad, though," said the Patchwork Girl, who had been dancing dangerously near to

The Patchwork Girl suddenly stood still and cast her button eyes around the group. "Ha, I have it!" she

"Well, Scraps has a lot of brains, even if she IS stuffed with cotton," asserted the Wizard. "If her brains can

So he began unharnessing the Sawhorse, and ButtonBright and Dorothy helped him. When they had

removed the harness, the Patchwork Girl told them to take it all apart and buckle the straps together, end to

end. And after they had done this, they found they had one very long strap that was stronger than any rope. "It

would reach across the gulf easily," said the Lion, who with the other animals had sat on his haunches and

watched this proceeding. "But I don't see how it could be fastened to one of those dizzy mountains."

Scraps had no such notion as that in her baggy head. She told them to fasten one end of the strap to a stout

limb of the tree, pointing to one which extended quite to the edge of the gulf. ButtonBright did that,

climbing the tree and then crawling out upon the limb until he was nearly over the gulf. There he managed to

fasten the strap, which reached to the ground below, and then he slid down it and was caught by the Wizard,

who feared he might fall into the chasm. Scraps was delighted. She seized the lower end of the strap, and

telling them all to get out of her way, she went back as far as the strap would reach and then made a sudden

run toward the gulf. Over the edge she swung, clinging to the strap until it had gone as far as its length

permitted, when she let go and sailed gracefully through the air until she alighted upon the mountain just in

Almost instantly, as the great cone continued to whirl, she was sent flying against the next mountain in the

rear, and that one had only turned halfway around when Scraps was sent flying to the next mountain behind

it. Then her patchwork form disappeared from view entirely, and the amazed watchers under the tree

wondered what had become of her. "She's gone, and she can't get back," said the Woozy.

"That was because they whirl so fast," the Wizard explained. "Scraps had nothing to hold on to, and so of

course she was tossed from one hill to another. I'm afraid we shall never see the poor Patchwork Girl again."

"I shall see her," declared the Woozy. "Scraps is an old friend of mine, and if there are really ThistleEaters

and Giants on the other side of those tops, she will need someone to protect her. So here I go!" He seized the

dangling strap firmly in his square mouth, and in the same way that Scraps had done swung himself over the

gulf. He let go the strap at the right moment and fell upon the first whirling mountain. Then he bounded to

the next one back of itnot on his feet, but "all mixed up," as Trot saidand then he shot across to another

"Wait a minute," urged the Wizard. "Before any more of us make this desperate leap into the beyond, we

"I don't s'pose anything could hurt Scraps or the Woozy," said Dorothy, "and nothing can hurt ME, because I

wear the Magic Belt. So as I'm anxious to find Ozma, I mean to swing myself across too."

"I'm sure it will hurt dreadfully, and I'm afraid to do it," said the Lion, who was already trembling, "but I shall

"Well, that will leave Betsy and the Mule and Trot," said the Wizard, "for of course I shall go that I may look

after Dorothy. Do you two girls think you can find your way back home again?" he asked, addressing Trot

"I'm not afraid. Not much, that is," said Trot. "It looks risky, I know, but I'm sure I can stand it if the others

But the Mule interrupted her by saying, "Go ahead if you want to, and I'll come after you. A mule is as brave

"Braver," said the Lion, "for I'm a coward, friend Hank, and you are not. But of course the Sawhorse"

"Oh, nothing ever hurts ME," asserted the Sawhorse calmly. "There's never been any question about my

"No, we must leave the wagon," said the wizard, "and also we must leave our food and blankets, I fear. But if

we can defy these MerryGoRound Mountains to stop us, we won't mind the sacrifice of some of our

"No one knows where we're going to land!" remarked the Lion in a voice that sounded as if he were going to

"We may not land at all," replied Hank, "but the best way to find out what will happen to us is to swing

Even as he spoke, the boy seized the strap, and after making a run swung himself across the gulf. Away he

went, bumping from hill to hill until he disappeared. They listened intently, but the boy uttered no cry until he

had been gone some moments, when they heard a faint Hulloa!" as if called from a great distance. The

sound gave them courage, however, and Dorothy picked up Toto and held him fast under one arm while with

When she struck the first whirling mountain, she fell upon it quite softly, but before she had time to think, she

flew through the air and lit with a jar on the side of the next mountain. Again she flew and alighted, and again

and still again, until after five successive bumps she fell sprawling upon a green meadow and was so dazed

and bewildered by her bumpy journey across the MerryGoRound Mountains that she lay quite still for a

time to collect her thoughts. Toto had escaped from her arms just as she fell, and he now sat beside her

panting with excitement. Then Dorothy realized that someone was helping her to her feet, and here was

ButtonBright on one side of her and Scraps on the other, both seeming to be unhurt. The next object her

eyes fell upon was the Woozy, squatting upon his square back end and looking at her reflectively, while Toto

"Good!"said the Woozy. "Here's another and a dog, both safe and sound. But my word, Dorothy, you flew

"They say 'Time flies,'20" laughed ButtonBright, "but Time never made a quicker journey than that."

Just then, as Dorothy turned around to look at the whirling mountains, she was in time to see tiny Trot come

flying from the nearest hill to fall upon the soft grass not a yard away from where she stood. Trot was so

dizzy she couldn't stand at first, but she wasn't at all hurt, and presently Betsy came flying to them and would

have bumped into the others had they not retreated in time to avoid her. Then, in quick succession, came the

Lion, Hank and the Sawhorse, bounding from mountain to mountain to fall safely upon the greensward. Only

the Wizard was now left behind, and they waited so long for him that Dorothy began to be worried.

But suddenly he came flying from the nearest mountain and tumbled heels over head beside them. Then they

saw that he had wound two of their blankets around his body to keep the bumps from hurting him and had

fastened the blankets with some of the spare straps from the harness of the Sawhorse.

There they sat upon the grass, their heads still swimming from their dizzy flights, and looked at one another

in silent bewilderment. But presently, when assured that no one was injured, they grew more calm and

collected, and the Lion said with a sigh of relief, "Who would have thought those MerryGoRound

"They must be," replied the Lion, "for otherwise we would not have bounded so swiftly from one to another

"That is all guesswork," declared the Wizard, unwinding the blankets from his body, "for none of us stayed

long enough on the mountains to discover what they are made of. But where are we?"

"That's guesswork," said Scraps. "The shepherd said the ThistleEaters live this side of the mountains and are

"Oh no," said Dorothy, "it's the Herkus who have giant slaves, and the ThistleEaters hitch dragons to their

"How could they do that?" asked the Woozy. "Dragons have long tails, which would get in the way of the

"And if the Herkus have conquered the giants," said Trot, "they must be at least twice the size of giants.

"Perhaps they are," assented the Wizard in a thoughtful tone of voice. "And perhaps the shepherd didn't know

what he was talking about. Let us travel on toward the west and discover for ourselves what the people of this

It seemed a pleasant enough country, and it was quite still and peaceful when they turned their eyes away

from the silently whirling mountains. There were trees here and there and green bushes, while throughout the

thick grass were scattered brilliantly colored flowers. About a mile away was a low hill that hid from them all

the country beyond it, so they realized they could not tell much about the country until they had crossed the

hill. The Red Wagon having been left behind, it was now necessary to make other arrangements for traveling.

The Lion told Dorothy she could ride upon his back as she had often done before, and the Woozy said he

could easily carry both Trot and the Patchwork Girl. Betsy still had her mule, Hank, and ButtonBright and

the Wizard could sit together upon the long, thin back of the Sawhorse, but they took care to soften their seat

with a pad of blankets before they started. Thus mounted, the adventurers started for the hill, which was

As they mounted the crest and gazed beyond the hill, they discovered not far away a walled city, from the

towers and spires of which gay banners were flying. It was not a very big city, indeed, but its walls were very

high and thick, and it appeared that the people who lived there must have feared attack by a powerful enemy,

else they would not have surrounded their dwellings with so strong a barrier. There was no path leading from

the mountains to the city, and this proved that the people seldom or never visited the whirling hills, but our

friends found the grass soft and agreeable to travel over, and with the city before them they could not well

lose their way. When they drew nearer to the walls, the breeze carried to their ears the sound of musicdim

"Well, it LOOKS all right," replied Trot from her seat on the Woozy, "but looks can't always be trusted."

"MY looks can," said Scraps. "I LOOK patchwork, and I AM patchwork, and no one but a blind owl could

ever doubt that I'm the Patchwork Girl." Saying which, she turned a somersault off the Woozy and, alighting

"Always, in the daytime," said ButtonBright. "But Scraps can see with her button eyes both day and night.

"It's queer that buttons can see at all," answered Trot. "But good gracious! What's become of the city?"

The animals came to a sudden halt, for the city had really disappeared, walls and all, and before them lay the

clear, unbroken sweep of the country. "Dear me!" exclaimed the Wizard. "This is rather disagreeable. It is

"I can hear the music yet," declared ButtonBright, and when they all listened, the strains of music could

"Oh! There's the city over at the left," called Scraps, and turning their eyes, they saw the walls and towers and

"I, and all the other animals, have been tramping straight toward the city ever since we first saw it."

"Never mind," interrupted the Wizard, "we are no farther from it than we were before. It is in a different

direction, that's all, so let us hurry and get there before it again escapes us."

So on they went directly toward the city, which seemed only a couple of miles distant. But when they had

traveled less than a mile, it suddenly disappeared again. Once more they paused, somewhat discouraged, but

in a moment the button eyes of Scraps again discovered the city, only this time it was just behind them in the

direction from which they had come. "Goodness gracious!" cried Dorothy. "There's surely something wrong

"It may not be a city at all," he replied, looking toward it with a speculative glance.

"I can't believe that," said ButtonBright. "If we only saw it, we might be mistaken, but if we can see it and

So back they turned and headed for the walled city until it disappeared again, only to reappear at the right of

them. They were constantly getting nearer to it, however, so they kept their faces turned toward it as it flitted

here and there to all points of the compass. Presently the Lion, who was leading the procession, halted

"Ouch Ouch!~ repeated the Lion, and leaped backward so suddenly that Dorothy nearly tumbled from his

back. At the same time Hank the Mule yelled "Ouch!""Ouch! Ouch!" repeated the Lion and leaped backward

so suddenly that Dorothy nearly tumbled from his back. At the same time, Hank the Mule yelled "Ouch!"

almost as loudly as the Lion had done, and he also pranced backward a few paces.

Hearing this, all looked down, and sure enough the ground was thick with thistles, which covered the plain

from the point where they stood way up to the walls of the mysterious city. No pathways through them could

be seen at all; here the soft grass ended and the growth of thistles began. "They're the prickliest thistles I ever

felt," grumbled the Lion. "My legs smart yet from their stings, though I jumped out of them as quickly as I

"Here is a new difficulty," remarked the Wizard in a grieved tone. "The city has stopped hopping around, it is

"They can't hurt ME," said the thickskinned Woozy, advancing fearlessly and trampling among the thistles.

"But the Lion and the Mule cannot stand the prickers," asserted Dorothy, "and we can't leave them behind."

"Course not!" replied ButtonBright scornfully. "Always when there's trouble, there's a way out of it if you

"I wish the Scarecrow was here," said Scraps, standing on her head on the Woozy's square back. "His

"Nothing," she said, making a flipflop into the thistles and dancing among them without feeling their sharp

points. "I could tell you in half a minute how to get over the thistles if I wanted to."

"Don't you love Ozma? And don't you want to find her?" asked Betsy reproachfully.

"Yes indeed," said Scraps, walking on her hands as an acrobat does at the circus.

Scraps danced around them two or three times without reply. Then she said, "Don't look at me, you stupid

"Because you haven't magic brains," laughed Scraps. "Such brains as you have are of the common sort that

grow in your heads, like weeds in a garden. I'm sorry for you people who have to be born in order to be

But the Wizard was not listening to her. He quickly removed the blankets from the back of the Sawhorse and

spread one of them upon the thistles, just next the grass. The thick cloth rendered the prickers harmless, so

the Wizard walked over this first blanket and spread the second one farther on, in the direction of the

phantom city. "These blankets," said he, "are for the Lion and the Mule to walk upon. The Sawhorse and the

So the Lion and the Mule walked over the first blanket and stood upon the second one until the Wizard had

picked up the one they had passed over and spread it in front of them, when they advanced to that one and

waited while the one behind them was again spread in front. "This is slow work," said the Wizard, "but it will

"Why couldn't the Lion ride on the Woozy's back?" asked Dorothy."it's a big, flat back, and the Woozy's

"You may try it if you like," said the Woozy to the Lion. "I can take you to the city in a jiffy and then come

"And take a tumble among the thistles?"asked the Lion reproachfully. But when the Woozy came close to

him, the big beast suddenly bounded upon its back and managed to balance himself there, although forced to

hold his four legs so close together that he was in danger of toppling over. The great weight of the monster

Lion did not seem to affect the Woozy, who called to his rider, "Hold on tight!" and ran swiftly over the

thistles toward the city. The others stood on the blanket and watched the strange sight anxiously. Of course,

the Lion couldn't "hold on tight" because there was nothing to hold to, and he swayed from side to side as if

likely to fall off any moment. Still, he managed to stick to the Woozy's back until they were close to the walls

of the city, when he leaped to the ground. Next moment the Woozy came dashing back at full speed.

"There's a little strip of ground next the wall where there are no thistles," he told them when he had reached

the adventurers once more. "Now then, friend Hank, see if you can ride as well as the Lion did."

"Take the others first," proposed the Mule. So the Sawhorse and the Woozy made a couple of trips over the

thistles to the city walls and carried all the people in safety, Dorothy holding little Toto in her arms. The

travelers then sat in a group on a little hillock just outside the wall and looked at the great blocks of gray

stone and waited for the Woozy to bring Hank to them. The Mule was very awkward, and his legs trembled

so badly that more than once they thought he would tumble off, but finally he reached them in safety, and the

entire party was now reunited. More than that, they had reached the city that had eluded them for so long and

"The gates must be around the other side," said the Wizard. "Let us follow the curve of the wall until we

"We must guess that," he replied. "Suppose we go to the left. One direction is as good as another." They

formed in marching order and went around the city wall to the left. It wasn't a big city, as I have said, but to

go way around it outside the high wall was quite a walk, as they became aware. But around it our adventurers

went without finding any sign of a gateway or other opening. When they had returned to the little mound

from which they had started, they dismounted from the animals and again seated themselves on the grassy

"There must be SOME way for the people to get out and in," declared Dorothy. "Do you s'pose they have

"No," he replied, "for in that case they would be flying all over the Land of Oz, and we know they have not

done that. Flying machines are unknown here. I think it more likely that the people use ladders to get over the

"Stone, is it?" Scraps, who was again dancing wildly around, for she never tired and could never keep still for

"Yes," said Scraps, going closer. "I can SEE the wall, but I can't FEEL it." And then, with her arms

outstretched, she did a very queer thing. She walked right into the wall and disappeared.

And now the Patchwork Girl came dancing out of the wall again. "Come on!" she called. "It isn't there.

"Nothing like it," said Scraps. "It's a makebelieve. You see it, but it isn't. Come on into the city; we've been

wasting our time." With this, she danced into the wall again and once more disappeared. ButtonBright, who

was rather venturesome, dashed away after her and also became invisible to them. The others followed more

cautiously, stretching out their hands to feel the wall and finding, to their astonishment, that they could feel

nothing because nothing opposed them. They walked on a few steps and found themselves in the streets of a

very beautiful city. Behind them they again saw the wall, grim and forbidding as ever, but now they knew it

But the wall was soon forgotten, for in front of them were a number of quaint people who stared at them in

amazement as if wondering where they had come from. Our friends forgot their good manners for a time and

returned the stares with interest, for so remarkable a people had never before been discovered in all the

remarkable Land of Oz. Their heads were shaped like diamonds, and their bodies like hearts. All the hair they

had was a little bunch at the tip top of their diamondshaped heads, and their eyes were very large and round,

and their noses and mouths very small. Their clothing was tight fitting and of brilliant colors, being

handsomely embroidered in quaint designs with gold or silver threads; but on their feet they wore sandals

with no stockings whatever. The expression of their faces was pleasant enough, although they now showed

surprise at the appearance of strangers so unlike themselves, and our friends thought they seemed quite

"I beg your pardon," said the Wizard, speaking for his party, "for intruding upon you uninvited, but we are

traveling on important business and find it necessary to visit your city. Will you kindly tell us by what name

They looked at one another uncertainly, each expecting some other to answer. Finally, a short one whose

heartshaped body was very broad replied, "We have no occasion to call our city anything. It is where we

"We know of no others except yourselves," said the man. And then he inquired, "Were you born with those

queer forms you have, or has some cruel magician transformed you to them from your natural shapes?"

"These are our natural shapes," declared the Wizard, "and we consider them very good shapes, too."

The group of inhabitants was constantly being enlarged by others who joined it. All were evidently startled

and uneasy at the arrival of strangers. "Have you a King?"asked Dorothy, who knew it was better to speak

"No," was the reply, "each of us rules himself, or at least tries to do so. It is not an easy thing to do, as you

"If you have disputes among you," said he after a little thought, "who settles them?"

"Well, I would not say that," returned the man in a puzzled way. "The High CocoLorum is a public servant.

"I think," said the Wizard, "we ought to see your High CocoLorum and talk with him. Our mission here

requires us to consult one high in authority, and the High CocoLorum ought to be high, whatever else he is."

The inhabitants seemed to consider this proposition reasonable, for they nodded their diamondshaped heads

in approval. So the broad one who had been their spokesman said, "Follow me," and turning led the way

along one of the streets. The entire party followed him, the natives falling in behind. The dwellings they

passed were quite nicely planned and seemed comfortable and convenient. After leading them a few blocks,

their conductor stopped before a house which was neither better nor worse than the others. The doorway was

shaped to admit the strangely formed bodies of these people, being narrow at the top, broad in the middle and

tapering at the bottom. The windows were made in much the same way, giving the house a most peculiar

appearance. When their guide opened the gate, a music box concealed in the gatepost began to play, and the

sound attracted the attention of the High CocoLorum, who appeared at an open window and inquired, "What

But in the same moment his eyes fell upon the strangers and he hastened to open the door and admit

themall but the animals, which were left outside with the throng of natives that had now gathered. For a

small city there seemed to be a large number of inhabitants, but they did not try to enter the house and

contented themselves with staring curiously at the strange animals. Toto followed Dorothy.

Our friends entered a large room at the front of the house, where the High CocoLorum asked them to be

seated. "I hope your mission here is a peaceful one," he said, looking a little worried, "for the Thists are not

."We are Thists because we eat thistles, you know," continued the High CocoLorum.

"Why not?" replied the other. "The sharp points of the thistles cannot hurt us, because all our insides are

"To be sure. Our throats and stomachs are lined with solid gold, and we find the thistles nourishing and good

to eat. As a matter of fact, there is nothing else in our country that is fit for food. All around the City of Thi

grow countless thistles, and all we need do is to go and gather them. If we wanted anything else to eat, we

would have to plant it, and grow it, and harvest it, and that would be a lot of trouble and make us work, which

"But tell me, please," said the Wizard, "how does it happen that your city jumps around so, from one part of

"The city doesn't jump. It doesn't move at all," declared the High CocoLorum. "However, I will admit that

the land that surrounds it has a trick of turning this way or that, and so if one is standing upon the plain and

facing north, he is likely to find himself suddenly facing west or east or south. But once you reach the thistle

"Ah, I begin to understand," said the Wizard, nodding his head. "But I have another question to ask: How

"Hush!"whispered the High CocoLorum, looking uneasily around to make sure they were not overheard. "In

reality, I am the King, but the people don't know it. They think they rule themselves, but the fact is I have

everything my own way. No one else knows anything about our laws, and so I make the laws to suit myself.

If any oppose me or question my acts, I tell them it's the law and that settles it. If I called myself King,

however, and wore a crown and lived in royal style, the people would not like me and might do me harm. As

"It seems a very clever arrangement," said the Wizard. "And now, as you are the principal person in Thi, I

"No," answered the diamondheaded man. "We have no captives. No strangers but yourselves are here, and

"She rules over all of Oz," said Dorothy, "and so she rules your city and you, because you are in the Winkie

"It may be," returned the High CocoLorum, "for we do not study geography and have never inquired

whether we live in the Land of Oz or not. And any Ruler who rules us from a distance and unknown to us is

"Someone has stolen her," said the Wizard. "Do you happen to have any talented magician among your

"No, none especially clever. We do some magic, of course, but it is all of the ordinary kind. I do not think any

"But we are going farther than this," asserted the Patchwork Girl, bending her stuffed body backward until

her yarn hair touched the floor and then walking around on her hands with her feet in the air.

"You may go farther on, of course," said he, "but I advise you not to. The Herkus live back of us, beyond the

thistles and the twisting lands, and they are not very nice people to meet, I assure you."

"They are worse than that," was the reply. "They have giants for their slaves and they are so much stronger

than giants that the poor slaves dare not rebel for fear of being torn to pieces."

"No, but what everyone says must be true, otherwise what would be the use of their saying it?"

"We were told before we got here that you people hitch dragons to your chariots," said the little girl.

"So we do," declared the High CocoLorum. "And that reminds me that I ought to entertain you as strangers

and my guests by taking you for a ride around our splendid City of Thi." He touched a button, and a band

began to play. At least, they heard the music of a band, but couldn't tell where it came from. "That tune is the

order to my charioteer to bring around my dragonchariot," said the High CocoLorum. "Every time I give

an order, it is in music, which is a much more pleasant way to address servants than in cold, stern words."

"Mercy no! Do you think I'd risk the safety of my innocent people by using a biting dragon to draw my

chariot? I'm proud to say that my dragon is harmless, unless his steering gear breaks, and he was

manufactured at the famous dragon factory in this City of Thi. Here he comes, and you may examine him for

They heard a low rumble and a shrill squeaking sound, and going out to the front of the house, they saw

coming around the corner a car drawn by a gorgeous jeweled dragon, which moved its head to right and left

and flashed its eyes like headlights of an automobile and uttered a growling noise as it slowly moved toward

them. When it stopped before the High CocoLorum's house, Toto barked sharply at the sprawling beast, but

even tiny Trot could see that the dragon was not alive. Its scales were of gold, and each one was set with

sparkling jewels, while it walked in such a stiff, regular manner that it could be nothing else than a machine.

The chariot that trailed behind it was likewise of gold and jewels, and when they entered it, they found there

were no seats. Everyone was supposed to stand up while riding. The charioteer was a little, diamondheaded

fellow who straddled the neck of the dragon and moved the levers that made it go.

"This," said the High CocoLorum pompously, "is a wonderful invention. We are all very proud of our

autodragons, many of which are in use by our wealthy inhabitants. Start the thing going, charioteer!"

He touched a button and a music box in the dragon's head began to play a tune. At once the little charioteer

pulled over a lever, and the dragon began to move, very slowly and groaning dismally as it drew the clumsy

chariot after it. Toto trotted between the wheels. The Sawhorse, the Mule, the Lion and the Woozy followed

after and had no trouble in keeping up with the machine. Indeed, they had to go slow to keep from running

into it. When the wheels turned, another music box concealed somewhere under the chariot played a lively

march tune which was in striking contrast with the dragging movement of the strange vehicle, and

ButtonBright decided that the music he had heard when they first sighted this city was nothing else than a

All the travelers from the Emerald City thought this ride the most uninteresting and dreary they had ever

experienced, but the High CocoLorum seemed to think it was grand. He pointed out the different buildings

and parks and fountains in much the same way that the conductor does on an American "sightseeing wagon"

does, and being guests they were obliged to submit to the ordeal. But they became a little worried when their

host told them he had ordered a banquet prepared for them in the City Hall. "What are we going to eat?"asked

Scraps laughed, for she never ate anything, but Dorothy said in a protesting voice, "OUR insides are not lined

"How sad!"exclaimed the High CocoLorum, and then he added as an afterthought, "but we can have the

I'm 'fraid they wouldn't taste good even then," said little Trot. "Haven't you anything else to eat?"

"Nothing that I know of," said he. "But why should we have anything else when we have so many thistles?

However, if you can't eat what we eat, don't eat anything. We shall not be offended, and the banquet will be

Knowing his companions were all hungry, the Wizard said, "I trust you will excuse us from the banquet, sir,

which will be merry enough without us, although it is given in our honor. For, as Ozma is not in your city, we

"Sure we must!" Dorothy, and she whispered to Betsy and Trot, "I'd rather starve somewhere else than in this

city, and who knows, we may run across somebody who eats reg'lar food and will give us some."

So when the ride was finished, in spite of the protests of the High CocoLorum, they insisted on continuing

"I cannot say, not having had the honor of their acquaintance. But they are said to be so strong that if they had

"Have you heard of any magicians being among them?" asked the Wizard, knowing that only a magician

"I am told it is quite a magical country," declared the High CocoLorum, "and magic is usually performed by

magicians. But I have never heard that they have any invention or sorcery to equal our wonderful

They thanked him for his courtesy, and mounting their own animals rode to the farther side of the city and

right through the Wall of Illusion out into the open country. "I'm glad we got away so easily," said Betsy. "I

"Nor did I," agreed Dorothy. "It seems dreadful to be lined with sheets of pure gold and have nothing to eat

"They seemed happy and contented, though," remarked the Wizard, "and those who are contented have

For a while the travelers were constantly losing their direction, for beyond the thistle fields they again found

themselves upon the turninglands, which swung them around one way and then another. But by keeping the

City of Thi constantly behind them, the adventurers finally passed the treacherous turninglands and came

upon a stony country where no grass grew at all. There were plenty of bushes, however, and although it was

now almost dark, the girls discovered some delicious yellow berries growing upon the bushes, one taste of

which set them all to picking as many as they could find. The berries relieved their pangs of hunger for a

time, and as it now became too dark to see anything, they camped where they were.

The three girls lay down upon one of the blanketsall in a rowand the Wizard covered them with the

other blanket and tucked them in. ButtonBright crawled under the shelter of some bushes and was asleep

The Wizard sat down with his back to a big stone and looked at the stars in the sky and thought gravely upon

the dangerous adventure they had undertaken, wondering if they would ever be able to find their beloved

Ozma again. The animals lay in a group by themselves, a little distance from the others. "I've lost my growl!"

said Toto, who had been very silent and sober all that day. "What do you suppose has become of it?"

"If you had asked me to keep track of your growl, I might be able to tell you," remarked the Lion sleepily.

"It's an awful thing to lose one's growl," said Toto, wagging his tail disconsolately. "What if you lost your

"My roar,"replied the Lion, "is the fiercest thing about me. I depend on it to frighten my enemies so badly

"Once," said the Mule, "I lost my bray so that I couldn't call to Betsy to let her know I was hungry. That was

before I could talk, you know, for I had not yet come into the Land of Oz, and I found it was certainly very

"You make enough noise now," declared Toto. "But none of you have answered my question: Where is my

"It may be," said the Woozy. "What one does when asleep one is not accountable for. I wish you would wake

me up sometime when I'm snoring and let me hear the sound. Then I can judge whether it is terrible or

"You ought to break yourself of the habit," said the Sawhorse. "You never hear me snore, because I never

sleep. I don't even whinny as those puffy meat horses do. I wish that whoever stole Toto's growl had taken the

"I can't understand," said Hank, "why dogs bark at the moon. They can't scare the moon, and the moon

"No indeed," replied Hank. "I am thankful to say I was created a mulethe most beautiful of all beastsand

The Woozy sat upon his square haunches to examine Hank with care. "Beauty," he said, "must be a matter of

taste. I don't say your judgment is bad, friend Hank, or that you are so vulgar as to be conceited. But if you

admire big, waggy ears and a tail like a paintbrush and hoofs big enough for an elephant and a long neck and

a body so skinny that one can count the ribs with one eye shutif that's your idea of beauty, Hank, then

"You're full of edges," sneered the Mule. "If I were square as you are, I suppose you'd think me lovely."

"Outwardly, dear Hank, I would," replied the Woozy. "But to be really lovely, one must be beautiful without

The Mule couldn't deny this statement, so he gave a disgusted grunt and rolled over so that his back was

toward the Woozy. But the Lion, regarding the two calmly with his great, yellow eyes, said to the dog, "My

dear Toto, our friends have taught us a lesson in humility. If the Woozy and the Mule are indeed beautiful

"Not to ourselves," protested Toto, who was a shrewd little dog. "You and I, Lion, are fine specimens of our

own races. I am a fine dog, and you are a fine lion. Only in point of comparison, one with another, can we be

properly judged, so I will leave it to the poor old Sawhorse to decide which is the most beautiful animal

among us all. The Sawhorse is wood, so he won't be prejudiced and will speak the truth."

"I surely will," responded the Sawhorse, wagging his ears, which were chips set in his wooden head. "Are

"Then," said the Sawhorse, "I must point out to you the fact that you are all meat creatures, who tire unless

they sleep and starve unless they eat and suffer from thirst unless they drink. Such animals must be very

imperfect, and imperfect creatures cannot be beautiful. Now, I am made of wood."

"Yes, and a wooden body and wooden legs, which are as swift as the wind and as tireless. I've heard Dorothy

say that 'handsome is as handsome does,' and I surely perform my duties in a handsome manner. Therefore, if

you wish my honest judgment, I will confess that among us all I am the most beautiful."

The Mule snorted, and the Woozy laughed; Toto had lost his growl and could only look scornfully at the

Sawhorse, who stood in his place unmoved. But the Lion stretched himself and yawned, saying quietly,

"Were we all like the Sawhorse, we would all be Sawhorses, which would be too many of the kind. Were we

all like Hank, we would be a herd of mules; if like Toto, we would be a pack of dogs; should we all become

the shape of the Woozy, he would no longer be remarkable for his unusual appearance. Finally, were you all

like me, I would consider you so common that I would not care to associate with you. To be individual, my

friends, to be different from others, is the only way to become distinguished from the common herd. Let us be

glad, therefore, that we differ from one another in form and in disposition. Variety is the spice of life, and we

"There is some truth in that speech," remarked Toto reflectively. "But how about my lost growl?"

"The growl is of importance only to you," responded the Lion, "so it is your business to worry over the loss,

not ours. If you love us, do not afflict your burdens on us; be unhappy all by yourself."

"If the same person stole my growl who stole Ozma," said the little dog, "I hope we shall find him very soon

and punish him as he deserves. He must be the most cruel person in all the world, for to prevent a dog from

growling when it is his nature to growl is just as wicked, in my opinion, as stealing all the magic in Oz."

The Patchwork Girl, who never slept and who could see very well in the dark, had wandered among the rocks

and bushes all night long, with the result that she was able to tell some good news the next morning. "Over

the crest of the hill before us," she said, "is a big grove of trees of many kinds on which all sorts of fruits

grow. If you will go there, you will find a nice breakfast awaiting you." This made them eager to start, so as

soon as the blankets were folded and strapped to the back of the Sawhorse, they all took their places on the

As soon as they got over the brow of the hill, they discovered it to be a really immense orchard, extending for

miles to the right and left of them. As their way led straight through the trees, they hurried forward as fast as

possible. The first trees they came to bore quinces, which they did not like. Then there were rows of citron

trees and then crab apples and afterward limes and lemons. But beyond these they found a grove of big,

golden oranges, juicy and sweet, and the fruit hung low on the branches so they could pluck it easily.

They helped themselves freely and all ate oranges as they continued on their way. Then, a little farther along,

they came to some trees bearing fine, red apples, which they also feasted on, and the Wizard stopped here

"We do not know what will happen to us after we leave this delightful orchard," he said, "so I think it wise to

carry a supply of apples with us. We can't starve as long as we have apples, you know."

Scraps wasn't riding the Woozy just now. She loved to climb the trees and swing herself by the branches from

one tree to another. Some of the choicest fruit was gathered by the Patchwork Girl from the very highest

limbs and tossed down to the others. Suddenly, Trot asked, "Where's ButtonBright?" and when the others

"Dear me!" cried Dorothy. "I guess he's lost again, and that will mean our waiting here until we can find

"It's a good place to wait," suggested Betsy, who had found a plum tree and was eating some of its fruit.

"How can you wait here and find ButtonBright at one and the same time?" inquired the Patchwork Girl,

"If he tries that, he'll prob'ly lose his way," said Trot. "I've known him to do that lots of times. It's losing his

"Very true," said the Wizard. "So all the rest of you must stay here while I go look for the boy."

"Let ME go," said Scraps, dropping lightly to the ground. "I can't get lost, and I'm more likely to find

ButtonBright than any of you." Without waiting for permission, she darted away through the trees and soon

"Dorothy," said Toto, squatting beside his little mistress, "I've lost my growl."

"I don't know," replied Toto. "Yesterday morning the Woozy nearly stepped on me, and I tried to growl at

"But what will I do when I get home to the Glass Cat and the Pink Kitten?" asked the little dog in an anxious

"They won't mind if you can't growl at them, I'm sure," said Dorothy. "I'm sorry for you, of course, Toto, for

it's just those things we can't do that we want to do most of all; but before we get back, you may find your

"Anyone who would steal Ozma is as bad as bad can be," agreed Dorothy, "and when we remember that our

dear friend, the lovely Ruler of Oz, is lost, we ought not to worry over just a growl."

Toto was not entirely satisfied with this remark, for the more he thought upon his lost growl, the more

important his misfortune became. When no one was looking, he went away among the trees and tried his best

to growleven a little bitbut could not manage to do so. All he could do was bark, and a bark cannot take

Now ButtonBright had no idea that he was lost at first. He had merely wandered from tree to tree seeking

the finest fruit until he discovered he was alone in the great orchard. But that didn't worry him just then, and

seeing some apricot trees farther on, he went to them. Then he discovered some cherry trees; just beyond

these were some tangerines. "We've found 'most ev'ry kind of fruit but peaches," he said to himself, "so I

He searched here and there, paying no attention to his way, until he found that the trees surrounding him bore

only nuts. He put some walnuts in his pockets and kept on searching, and at lastright among the nut

treeshe came upon one solitary peach tree. It was a graceful, beautiful tree, but although it was thickly

leaved, it bore no fruit except one large, splendid peach, rosycheeked and fuzzy and just right to eat.

In his heart he doubted this statement, for this was a solitary peach tree, while all the other fruits grew upon

many trees set close to one another; but that one luscious bite made him unable to resist eating the rest of it,

and soon the peach was all gone except the pit. ButtonBright was about to throw this peach pit away when

he noticed that it was of pure gold. Of course, this surprised him, but so many things in the Land of Oz were

surprising that he did not give much thought to the golden peach pit. He put it in his pocket, however, to

For now he realized that he was far separated from his companions, and knowing that this would worry them

and delay their journey, he began to shout as loud as he could. His voice did not penetrate very far among all

those trees, and after shouting a dozen times and getting no answer, he sat down on the ground and said,

As he leaned his back against a tree, he looked up and saw a Bluefinch fly down from the sky and alight upon

a branch just before him. The bird looked and looked at him. First it looked with one bright eye and then

turned its head and looked at him with the other eye. Then, fluttering its wings a little, it said, "Oho! So

"But why? And how was it enchanted? And what will happen to one who eats it?" questioned the boy.

."Ask Ugu the Shoemaker. He knows," said the bird, preening its feathers with its bill.

"The one who enchanted the peach and placed it herein the exact center of the Great Orchardso no one

would ever find it. We birds didn't dare to eat it; we are too wise for that. But you are ButtonBright from the

You must explain to Ugu the Shoemaker why you did that." And then, before the boy could ask any more

ButtonBright was not much worried to find that the peach he had eaten was enchanted. It certainly had

tasted very good, and his stomach didn't ache a bit. So again he began to reflect upon the best way to rejoin

his friends. "Whichever direction I follow is likely to be the wrong one," he said to himself, "so I'd better stay

A White Rabbit came hopping through the orchard and paused a little way off to look at him. "Don't be

"Oh, I'm not afraid for myself," returned the White Rabbit. "It's you I'm worried about."

"I fear you are, indeed," answered the Rabbit. "Why on earth did you eat the enchanted peach?"

The boy looked at the excited little animal thoughtfully. "There were two reasons," he explained. "One reason

was that I like peaches, and the other reason was that I didn't know it was enchanted."

"That won't save you from Ugu the Shoemaker," declared the White Rabbit, and it scurried away before the

"Rabbits and birds," he thought, "are timid creatures and seem afraid of this shoemaker, whoever he may be.

If there was another peach half as good as that other, I'd eat it in spite of a dozen enchantments or a hundred

Just then, Scraps came dancing along and saw him sitting at the foot of the tree. "Oh, here you are!" she said.

"Up to your old tricks, eh? Don't you know it's impolite to get lost and keep everybody waiting for you?

"That wasn't much of a loss," he said cheerfully. "I haven't been gone half a day, so there's no harm done."

Dorothy, however, when the boy rejoined the party, gave him a good scolding. "When we're doing such an

important thing as searching for Ozma," said she, "it's naughty for you to wander away and keep us from

getting on. S'pose she's a pris'ner in a dungeon cell! Do you want to keep our dear Ozma there any longer

"If she's in a dungeon cell, how are you going to get her out?" inquired the boy.

The Wizard said nothing, for he realized that without his magic tools he could do no more than any other

person. But there was no use reminding his companions of that fact; it might discourage them. "The

important thing just now," he remarked, "is to find Ozma, and as our party is again happily reunited, I

As they came to the edge of the Great Orchard, the sun was setting and they knew it would soon be dark. So

it was decided to camp under the trees, as another broad plain was before them. The Wizard spread the

blankets on a bed of soft leaves, and presently all of them except Scraps and the Sawhorse were fast asleep.

Toto snuggled close to his friend the Lion, and the Woozy snored so loudly that the Patchwork Girl covered

Trot wakened just as the sun rose, and slipping out of the blankets, went to the edge of the Great Orchard and

looked across the plain. Something glittered in the far distance. "That looks like another city," she said half

"And another city it is," declared Scraps, who had crept to Trot's side unheard, for her stuffed feet made no

sound. "The Sawhorse and I made a journey in the dark while you were all asleep, and we found over there a

bigger city than Thi. There's a wall around it, too, but it has gates and plenty of pathways."

"No, for the gates were locked and the wall was a real wall. So we came back here again. It isn't far to the

Trot went back, and finding the other girls now awake, told them what Scraps had said. So they hurriedly ate

some fruitthere were plenty of plums and fijoas in this part of the orchardand then they mounted the

animals and set out upon the journey to the strange city. Hank the Mule had breakfasted on grass, and the

Lion had stolen away and found a breakfast to his liking; he never told what it was, but Dorothy hoped the

little rabbits and the field mice had kept out of his way. She warned Toto not to chase birds and gave the dog

some apple, with which he was quite content. The Woozy was as fond of fruit as of any other food except

Except for their worry over Ozma, they were all in good spirits as they proceeded swiftly over the plain. Toto

still worried over his lost growl, but like a wise little dog kept his worry to himself. Before long, the city grew

In outward appearance the place was more imposing than Thi, and it was a square city, with a square,

foursided wall around it, and on each side was a square gate of burnished copper. Everything about the city

looked solid and substantial; there were no banners flying, and the towers that rose above the city wall

A path led from the fruit orchard directly to one of the city gates, showing that the inhabitants preferred fruit

to thistles. Our friends followed this path to the gate, which they found fast shut. But the Wizard advanced

At once there rose above the great wall a row of immense heads, all of which looked down at them as if to

see who was intruding. The size of these heads was astonishing, and our friends at once realized that they

belonged to giants who were standing within the city. All had thick, bushy hair and whiskers, on some the

hair being white and on others black or red or yellow, while the hair of a few was just turning gray, showing

that the giants were of all ages. However fierce the heads might seem, the eyes were mild in expression, as if

the creatures had been long subdued, and their faces expressed patience rather than ferocity.

"In peace, of course," retorted the Wizard, and he added impatiently, "Do we look like an army of conquest?"

"No," said the first giant who had spoken, "you look like innocent tramps; but you never can tell by

appearances. Wait here until we report to our masters. No one can enter here without the permission of Vig,

But the heads had all bobbed down and disappeared behind the walls, so there was no answer. They waited a

long time before the gate rolled back with a rumbling sound, and a loud voice cried, "Enter!" But they lost no

On either side of the broad street that led into the city from the gate stood a row of huge giants, twenty of

them on a side and all standing so close together that their elbows touched. They wore uniforms of blue and

yellow and were armed with clubs as big around as treetrunks. Each giant had around his neck a broad band

As our friends entered riding upon the Lion, the Woozy, the Sawhorse and the Mule, the giants half turned

and walked in two files on either side of them, as if escorting them on their way. It looked to Dorothy as if all

her party had been made prisoners, for even mounted on their animals their heads scarcely reached to the

knees of the marching giants. The girls and ButtonBright were anxious to know what sort of a city they had

entered, and what the people were like who had made these powerful creatures their slaves. Through the legs

of the giants as they walked, Dorothy could see rows of houses on each side of the street and throngs of

people standing on the sidewalks, but the people were of ordinary size and the only remarkable thing about

them was the fact that they were dreadfully lean and thin. Between their skin and their bones there seemed to

be little or no flesh, and they were mostly stoopshouldered and weary looking, even to the little children.

More and more, Dorothy wondered how and why the great giants had ever submitted to become slaves of

such skinny, languid masters, but there was no chance to question anyone until they arrived at a big palace

located in the heart of the city. Here the giants formed lines to the entrance and stood still while our friends

rode into the courtyard of the palace. Then the gates closed behind them, and before them was a skinny little

man who bowed low and said in a sad voice, "If you will be so obliging as to dismount, it will give me

pleasure to lead you into the presence of the World's Most Mighty Ruler, Vig the Czarover."

"He wouldn't hold a candle under any circumstances, or to any living person," replied the man very seriously,

"for he has slaves to do such things and the Mighty Vig is too dignified to do anything that others can do for

him. He even obliges a slave to sneeze for him, if ever he catches cold. However, if you dare to face our

Through several marble corridors having lofty ceilings they passed, finding each corridor and doorway

guarded by servants. But these servants of the palace were of the people and not giants, and they were so thin

that they almost resembled skeletons. Finally, they entered a great circular room with a high, domed ceiling,

where the Czarover sat on a throne cut from a solid block of white marble and decorated with purple silk

The ruler of these people was combing his eyebrows when our friends entered the throne room and stood

before him, but he put the comb in his pocket and examined the strangers with evident curiosity. Then he

said, "Dear me, what a surprise! You have really shocked me. For no outsider has ever before come to our

"We are looking for Ozma, the Supreme Ruler of the Land of Oz," replied the Wizard.

"No, I have my hands full keeping track of my own people. I find them hard to manage because they are so

"They don't look very strong," said Dorothy. "It seems as if a good wind would blow 'em way out of the city

"Just so, just so," admitted the Czarover. "They really look that way, don't they? But you must never trust to

appearances, which have a way of fooling one. Perhaps you noticed that I prevented you from meeting any of

my people. I protected you with my giants while you were on the way from the gates to my palace so that not

"To strangers, yes. But only because they are so friendly. For if they shake hands with you, they are likely to

"Pshaw!"exclaimed the boy. "That's bragging. You prob'ly don't know how strong other people are. Why,

once I knew a man in Philadelphi' who could bend iron bars with just his hands!"

"But mercy me, it's no trick to bend iron bars," said His Majesty. "Tell me, could this man crush a block of

"If I had a block of stone, I'd show you," said the Czarover, looking around the room. "Ah, here is my throne.

The back is too high, anyhow, so I'll just break off a piece of that." He rose to his feet and tottered in an

uncertain way around the throne. Then he took hold of the back and broke off a piece of marble over a foot

thick. "This," said he, coming back to his seat, "is very solid marble and much harder than ordinary stone. Yet

Even as he spoke, he began breaking off chunks of marble and crumbling them as one would a bit of earth.

The Wizard was so astonished that he took a piece in his own hands and tested it, finding it very hard indeed.

Just then one of the giant servants entered and exclaimed, "Oh, Your Majesty, the cook has burned the soup!

"asked the Czarover, and grasping the immense giant by one of his legs, he raised him in the air and threw

him headfirst out of an open window. "Now, tell me," he said, turning to ButtonBright, "could your man in

."I guess not," said ButtonBright, much impressed by the skinny monarch's strength.

"It's the zosozo," he explained, "which is an invention of my own. I and all my people eat zosozo, and it gives

"Well, of course one can't have strength and flesh at the same time," said the Czarover. "Zosozo is pure

energy, and it's the only compound of its sort in existence. I never allow our giants to have it, you know, or

they would soon become our masters, since they are bigger that we; so I keep all the stuff locked up in my

private laboratory. Once a year I feed a teaspoonful of it to each of my peoplemen, women and

childrenso every one of them is nearly as strong as I am. Wouldn't YOU like a dose, sir?" he asked, turning

"Well," said the Wizard, "if you would give me a little zosozo in a bottle, I'd like to take it with me on my

"But don't take more than a teaspoonful at a time. Once Ugu the Shoemaker took two teaspoonsful, and it

made him so strong that when he leaned against the city wall, he pushed it over, and we had to build it up

ButtonBright curiously, for he now remembered that the bird and the rabbit had claimed Ugu the

"Why, Ugu is a great magician who used to live here. But he's gone away now," replied the Czarover.

"I am told he lives in a wickerwork castle in the mountains to the west of here. You see, Ugu became such a

powerful magician that he didn't care to live in our city any longer for fear we would discover some of his

secrets. So he went to the mountains and built him a splendid wicker castle which is so strong that even I and

"This is good news," declared the Wizard, "for I think this is just the magician we are searching for. But why

"Once he was a very common citizen here and made shoes for a living," replied the monarch of Herku. "But

he was descended from the greatest wizard and sorcerer who ever lived in this or in any other country, and

one day Ugu the Shoemaker discovered all the magical books and recipes of his famous greatgrandfather,

which had been hidden away in the attic of his house. So he began to study the papers and books and to

practice magic, and in time he became so skillful that, as I said, he scorned our city and built a solitary castle

"Do you think" asked Dorothy anxiously, "that Ugu the Shoemaker would be wicked enough to steal our

" replied the Czarover, "I won't say that Ugu is wicked, exactly, but he is very ambitious to become the most

powerful magician in the world, and so I suppose he would not be too proud to steal any magic things that

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," advised the Czarover, looking first at the three girls and then at the boy and

the little Wizard and finally at the stuffed Patchwork Girl. "If Ugu has really stolen your Ozma, he will

probably keep her a prisoner, in spite of all your threats or entreaties. And with all his magical knowledge he

would be a dangerous person to attack. Therefore, if you are wise, you will go home again and find a new

Ruler for the Emerald City and the Land of Oz. But perhaps it isn't Ugu the Shoemaker who has stolen your

"The only way to settle that question," replied the Wizard, "is to go to Ugu's castle and see if Ozma is there.

If she is, we will report the matter to the great Sorceress Glinda the Good, and I'm pretty sure she will find a

"Well, do as you please," said the Czarover, "but if you are all transformed into hummingbirds or caterpillars,

They stayed the rest of that day in the City of Herku and were fed at the royal table of the Czarover and given

sleeping rooms in his palace. The strong monarch treated them very nicely and gave the Wizard a little

Even at the last, the Czarover tried to persuade them not to go near Ugu the Shoemaker, but they were

resolved on the venture, and the next morning bade the friendly monarch a cordial goodbye and, mounting

upon their animals, left the Herkus and the City of Herku and headed for the mountains that lay to the west.

It seems a long time since we have heard anything of the Frogman and Cayke the Cookie Cook, who had left

the Yip Country in search of the diamondstudded dishpan which had been mysteriously stolen the same

night that Ozma had disappeared from the Emerald City. But you must remember that while the Frogman and

the Cookie Cook were preparing to descend from their mountaintop, and even while on their way to the

farmhouse of Wiljon the Winkie, Dorothy and the Wizard and their friends were encountering the adventures

So it was that on the very morning when the travelers from the Emerald City bade farewell to the Czarover of

the City of Herku, Cayke and the Frogman awoke in a grove in which they had passed the night sleeping on

beds of leaves. There were plenty of farmhouses in the neighborhood, but no one seemed to welcome the

puffy, haughty Frogman or the little driedup Cookie Cook, and so they slept comfortably enough

underneath the trees of the grove. The Frogman wakened first on this morning, and after going to the tree

where Cayke slept and finding her still wrapped in slumber, he decided to take a little walk and seek some

breakfast. Coming to the edge of the grove, he observed half a mile away a pretty yellow house that was

surrounded by a yellow picket fence, so he walked toward this house and on entering the yard found a Winkie

"For goodness sake!" she exclaimed on seeing the Frogman. "What are you doing out of your frogpond?"

"I am traveling in search of a jeweled gold dishpan, my good woman," he replied with an air of great dignity.

"You won't find it here, then," said she."Our dishpans are tin, and they're good enough for anybody. So go

back to your pond and leave me alone." She spoke rather crossly and with a lack of respect that greatly

"Allow me to tell you, madam," said he, "that although I am a frog, I am the Greatest and Wisest Frog in all

the world. I may add that I possess much more wisdom than any Winkieman or womanin this land.

Wherever I go, people fall on their knees before me and render homage to the Great Frogman! No one else

"If you know so much," she retorted, "why don't you know where your dishpan is instead of chasing around

"Presently," he answered, "I am going where it is, but just now I am traveling and have had no breakfast.

"Oho! The Great Frogman is hungry as any tramp, is he? Then pick up these sticks and help me to build the

"Me! The Great Frogman pick up sticks?" he exclaimed in horror. "In the Yip Country where I am more

honored and powerful than any King could be, people weep with joy when I ask them to feed me."

"I fear you do not realize my importance," urged the Frogman. "Exceeding wisdom renders me superior to

"It's a great wonder to me," remarked the woman, carrying her sticks to the house, "that your wisdom doesn't

inform you that you'll get no breakfast here." And she went in and slammed the door behind her.

The Frogman felt he had been insulted, so he gave a loud croak of indignation and turned away. After going a

short distance, he came upon a faint path which led across a meadow in the direction of a grove of pretty

trees, and thinking this circle of evergreens must surround a house where perhaps he would be kindly

received, he decided to follow the path. And by and by he came to the trees, which were set close together,

and pushing aside some branches he found no house inside the circle, but instead a very beautiful pond of

Now the Frogman, although he was so big and well educated and now aped the ways and customs of human

beings, was still a frog. As he gazed at this solitary, deserted pond, his love for water returned to him with

irresistible force. "If I cannot get a breakfast, I may at least have a fine swim," said he, and pushing his way

between the trees, he reached the bank. There he took off his fine clothing, laying his shiny purple hat and his

goldheaded cane beside it. A moment later, he sprang with one leap into the water and dived to the very

The water was deliciously cool and grateful to his thick, rough skin, and the Frogman swam around the pond

several times before he stopped to rest. Then he floated upon the surface and examined the pond with The

bottom and sides were all lined with glossy tiles of a light pink color; just one place in the bottom where the

water bubbled up from a hidden spring had been left free. On the banks, the green grass grew to the edge of

the pink tiling. And now, as the Frogman examined the place, he found that on one side of the pool, just

above the water line, had been set a golden plate on which some words were deeply engraved. He swam

This statement startled the Frogman. It even worried him, so that he leaped upon the bank and hurriedly

began to dress himself. "A great misfortune has befallen me," he told himself, "for hereafter I cannot tell

people I am wise, since it is not the truth. The truth is that my boasted wisdom is all a sham, assumed by me

to deceive people and make them defer to me. In truth, no living creature can know much more than his

fellows, for one may know one thing, and another know another thing, so that wisdom is evenly scattered

throughout the world. Butah me!what a terrible fate will now be mine. Even Cayke the Cookie Cook

will soon discover that my knowledge is no greater than her own, for having bathed in the enchanted water of

More humbled than he had been for many years, the Frogman went back to the grove where he had left

Cayke and found the woman now awake and washing her face in a tiny brook. "Where has Your Honor

"To a farmhouse to ask for something to eat," said he, "but the woman refused me."

"How dreadful!" she exclaimed. "But never mind, there are other houses where the people will be glad to

The Frogman felt strongly impelled to tell the truth, but struggled hard against it. His reason told him there

was no use in letting Cayke know he was not wise, for then she would lose much respect for him, but each

time he opened his mouth to speak, he realized he was about to tell the truth and shut it again as quickly as

possible. He tried to talk about something else, but the words necessary to undeceive the woman would force

themselves to his lips in spite of all his struggles. Finally, knowing that he must either remain dumb or let the

truth prevail, he gave a low groan of despair and said, "Cayke, I am NOT the Wisest Creature in all the

"Then last evening I failed to tell you the truth," he admitted, looking very shamefaced for a frog. "I am sorry

I told you this lie, my good Cayke, but if you must know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I

The Cookie Cook was greatly shocked to hear this, for it shattered one of her most pleasing illusions. She

looked at the gorgeously dressed Frogman in amazement. "What has caused you to change your mind so

"I have bathed in the Truth Pond," he said, "and whoever bathes in that water is ever afterward obliged to tell

"It is often very embarrassing to tell the truth. I'm glad I didn't bathe in that dreadful water!"

The Frogman looked at his companion thoughtfully. "Cayke," said he, "I want you to go to the Truth Pond

and take a bath in its water. For if we are to travel together and encounter unknown adventures, it would not

be fair that I alone must always tell you the truth, while you could tell me whatever you pleased. If we both

dip in the enchanted water, there will be no chance in the future of our deceiving one another."

"No," she asserted, shaking her head positively, "I won't do it, Your Honor. For if I told you the truth, I'm

I'll be just as I am, an honest woman who can say what she wants to without hurting anyone's feelings."

With this decision the Frogman was forced to be content, although he was sorry the Cookie Cook would not

Leaving the grove where they had slept, the Frogman and the Cookie Cook turned to the east to seek another

house, and after a short walk came to one where the people received them very politely. The children stared

rather hard at the big, pompous Frogman, but the woman of the house, when Cayke asked for something to

eat, at once brought them food and said they were welcome to it. "Few people in need of help pass this way,"

she remarked, "for the Winkies are all prosperous and love to stay in their own homes. But perhaps you are

"No," said Cayke, "I am a Yip, and my home is on a high mountain at the southeast of your country."

"I do not know what he is, other than a very remarkable and highly educated creature," replied the Cookie

Cook. "But he has lived many years among the Yips, who have found him so wise and intelligent that they

"May I ask why you have left your home and where you are going?" said the Winkie woman.

Then Cayke told her of the diamondstudded gold dishpan and how it had been mysteriously stolen from her

house, after which she had discovered that she could no longer cook good cookies. So she had resolved to

search until she found her dishpan again, because a Cookie cook who cannot cook good cookies is not of

much use. The Frogman, who had wanted to see more of the world, had accompanied her to assist in the

search. When the woman had listened to this story, she asked, "Then you have no idea as yet who has stolen

"I only know it must have been some mischievous fairy, or a magician, or some such powerful person,

because none other could have climbed the steep mountain to the Yip Country. And who else could have

The woman thought about this during the time that Cayke and the Frogman ate their breakfast. When they

"Our plan," explained the Frogman in his important way, "is to travel from place to place until we learn

where the thief is located and then to force him to return the dishpan to its proper owner."

"The plan is all right," agreed the woman, "but it may take you a long time before you succeed, your method

being sort of haphazard and indefinite. However, I advise you to travel toward the east."

"Because if you went west, you would soon come to the desert, and also because in this part of the Winkie

Country no one steals, so your time here would be wasted. But toward the east, beyond the river, live many

strange people whose honesty I would not vouch for. Moreover, if you journey far enough east and cross the

river for a second time, you will come to the Emerald City, where there is much magic and sorcery. The

Emerald City is ruled by a dear little girl called Ozma, who also rules the Emperor of the Winkies and all the

Land of Oz. So, as Ozma is a fairy, she may be able to tell you just who has taken your precious dishpan.

."This seems to be to be excellent advice," said the Frogman, and Cayke agreed with him.

."The most sensible thing for you to do," continued the woman, "would be to return to your home and use

another dishpan, learn to cook cookies as other people cook cookies, without the aid of magic. But if you

cannot be happy without the magic dishpan you have lost, you are likely to learn more about it in the Emerald

They thanked the good woman, and on leaving her house faced the east and continued in that direction all the

way. Toward evening they came to the west branch of the Winkie River and there, on the riverbank, found a

ferryman who lived all alone in a little yellow house. This ferryman was a Winkie with a very small head and

a very large body. He was sitting in his doorway as the travelers approached him and did not even turn his

"We would like some supper and the privilege of sleeping in your house until morning," continued the

Frogman. "At daybreak, we would like some breakfast, and then we would like to have you row us across the

The ferryman neither moved nor spoke. He sat in his doorway and looked straight ahead. "I think he must be

deaf and dumb," Cayke whispered to her companion. Then she stood directly in front of the ferryman, and

putting her mouth close to his ear, she yelled as loudly as she could, "Good evening!"

"Then why didn't you answer the Frogman?" "Because," said the ferryman, "I don't understand the frog

"Perhaps," replied the ferryman, "but to me his voice sounded like a frog's croak. I know that in the Land of

Oz animals can speak our language, and so can the birds and bugs and fishes; but in MY ears, they sound

"Once, many years ago, I cut the tail off a fox which had taunted me, and I stole some birds' eggs from a nest

to make an omelet with, and also I pulled a fish from the river and left it lying on the bank to gasp for lack of

water until it died. I don't know why I did those wicked things, but I did them. So the Emperor of the

Winkieswho is the Tin Woodman and has a very tender tin heartpunished me by denying me any

communication with beasts, birds or fishes. I cannot understand them when they speak to me, although I

know that other people can do so, nor can the creatures understand a word I say to them. Every time I meet

"Really," said Cayke, "I'm sorry for you, although the Tin Woodman is not to blame for punishing you."

"He is talking to me, but you don't understand him," she replied. And then she told him of the ferryman's

punishment and afterward explained to the ferryman that they wanted to stay all night with him and be fed.

He gave them some fruit and bread, which was the only sort of food he had, and he allowed Cayke to sleep in

a room of his cottage. But the Frogman he refused to admit to his house, saying that the frog's presence made

him miserable and unhappy. At no time would he directly at the Frogman, or even toward him, fearing he

would shed tears if he did so; so the big frog slept on the riverbank where he could hear little frogs croaking

in the river all the night through. But that did not keep him awake; it merely soothed him to slumber, for he

Just as the sun was rising on a new day, the ferryman rowed the two travelers across the riverkeeping his

back to the Frogman all the wayand then Cayke thanked him and bade him goodbye and the ferryman

On this side of the river, there were no paths at all, so it was evident they had reached a part of the country

little frequented by travelers. There was a marsh at the south of them, sandhills at the north, and a growth of

scrubby underbrush leading toward a forest at the east. So the east was really the least difficult way to go, and

Now the Frogman, although he wore green patentleather shoes with ruby buttons, had very large and flat

feet, and when he tramped through the scrub, his weight crushed down the underbrush and made a path for

Cayke to follow him. Therefore they soon reached the forest, where the tall trees were set far apart but were

so leafy that they shaded all the spaces between them with their branches. "There are no bushes here," said

It was a pleasant place to wander, and the two travelers were proceeding at a brisk pace when suddenly a

They looked around in surprise, seeing at first no one at all. Then from behind a tree there stepped a brown,

fuzzy bear whose head came about as high as Cayke's waistand Cayke was a small woman. The bear was

chubby as well as fuzzy; his body was even puffy, while his legs and arms seemed jointed at the knees and

elbows and fastened to his body by pins or rivets. His ears were round in shape and stuck out in a comical

way, while his round, black eyes were bright and sparkling as beads. Over his shoulder the little brown bear

bore a gun with a tin barrel. The barrel had a cork in the end of it, and a string was attached to the cork and to

the handle of the gun. Both the Frogman and Cayke gazed hard at this curious bear, standing silent for some

time. But finally the Frogman recovered from his surprise and remarked, "It seems to me that you are stuffed

"That's all you know about it," answered the little Brown Bear in a squeaky voice. "I am stuffed with a very

good quality of curled hair, and my skin is the best plush that was ever made. As for my being alive, that is

my own affair and cannot concern you at all, except that it gives me the privilege to say you are my

"Prisoners! Why do you speak such nonsense?" the Frogman angrily. "Do you think we are afraid of a toy

"You ought to be," was the confident reply, "for I am merely the sentry guarding the way to Bear Center,

which is a city containing hundreds of my race, who are ruled by a very powerful sorcerer known as the

Lavender Bear. He ought to be a purple color, you know, seeing he is a King, but he's only light lavender,

which is, of course, second cousin to royal purple. So unless you come with me peaceably as my prisoners, I

shall fire my gun and bring a hundred bears of all sizes and colors to capture you."

"Why do you wish to capture us?" inquired the Frogman, who had listened to his speech with much

"I don't wish to, as a matter of fact," replied the little Brown Bear, "but it is my duty to, because you are now

trespassing on the domain of His Majesty, the King of Bear Center. Also, I will admit that things are rather

quiet in our city just now, and the excitement of your capture, followed by your trial and execution, should

"Oh no, don't do that," pleaded Cayke, speaking to her companion. "He says his King is a sorcerer, so perhaps

it is he or one of his bears who ventured to steal my jeweled dishpan. Let us go to the City of the Bears and

"I must now register one more charge against you," remarked the little Brown Bear with evident satisfaction.

"You have just accused us of stealing, and that is such a dreadful thing to say that I am quite sure our noble

"I've no idea. But our King is a wonderful inventor, and there is no doubt he can find a proper way to destroy

you. So tell me, are you going to struggle, or will you go peaceably to meet your doom?"

It was all so ridiculous that Cayke laughed aloud, and even the Frogman's wide mouth curled in a smile.

Neither was a bit afraid to go to the Bear City, and it seemed to both that there was a possibility they might

discover the missing dishpan. So the Frogman said, "Lead the way, little Bear, and we will follow without a

"That's very sensible of you, very sensible indeed," declared the Brown Bear. "So forward, MARCH!" And

with the command he turned around and began to waddle along a path that led between the trees.

Cayke and the Frogman, as they followed their conductor, could scarce forbear laughing at his stiff, awkward

manner of walking, and although he moved his stuffy legs fast, his steps were so short that they had to go

slowly in order not to run into him. But after a time they reached a large, circular space in the center of the

forest, which was clear of any stumps or underbrush. The ground was covered by a soft, gray moss, pleasant

to tread upon. All the trees surrounding this space seemed to be hollow and had round holes in their trunks,

set a little way above the ground, but otherwise there was nothing unusual about the place and nothing, in the

opinion of the prisoners, to indicate a settlement. But the little Brown Bear said in a proud and impressive

voice (although it still squeaked), "This is the wonderful city known to fame as Bear Center!"

"But there are no houses, there are no bears living here at all!" exclaimed Cayke.

"Oh indeed!" retorted their captor, and raising his gun he pulled the trigger. The cork flew out of the tin barrel

with a loud "pop!" and at once from every hole in every tree within view of the clearing appeared the head of

a bear. They were of many colors and of many sizes, but all were made in the same manner as the bear who

At first a chorus of growls arose, and then a sharp voice cried, "What has happened, Corporal Waddle?"

"Captives, Your Majesty!" answered the Brown Bear. "Intruders upon our domain and slanderers of our good

Then from out the hollow trees tumbled a whole regiment of stuffed bears, some carrying tin swords, some

popguns and others long spears with gay ribbons tied to the handles. There were hundreds of them,

altogether, and they quietly formed a circle around the Frogman and the Cookie Cook, but kept at a distance

and left a large space for the prisoners to stand in. Presently, this circle parted, and into the center of it stalked

a huge toy bear of a lovely lavender color. He walked upon his hind legs, as did all the others, and on his

head he wore a tin crown set with diamonds and amethysts, while in one paw he carried a short wand of some

"His Majesty the King!" Corporal Waddle, and all the bears bowed low. Some bowed so low that they lost

their balance and toppled over, but they soon scrambled up again, and the Lavender King squatted on his

haunches before the prisoners and gazed at them steadily with his bright, pink eyes.

"One Person and one Freak," said the big Lavender Bear when he had carefully examined the strangers.

"I am sorry to hear you call poor Cayke the Cookie Cook a Freak," remonstrated the Frogman.

"She is the Person," asserted the King. "Unless I am mistaken, it is you who are the Freak."

"We didn't know it was your forest," said Cayke, "and we are on our way to the far east, where the Emerald

"Ah, it's a long way from here to the Emerald City," remarked the King. "It is so far away, indeed, that no

bear among us has even been there. But what errand requires you to travel such a distance?"

"Someone has stolen my diamondstudded gold dishpan," explained Cayke, "and as I cannot be happy

without it, I have decided to search the world over until I find it again. The Frogman, who is very learned and

wonderfully wise, has come with me to give me his assistance. Isn't it kind of him?"

"I'm not," was the candid reply."The Cookie Cook and some others in the Yip Country think because I am a

big frog and talk and act like a man that I must be very wise. I have learned more than a frog usually knows,

The King nodded, and when he did so, something squeaked in his chest. "Did Your Majesty speak?" asked

"Not just then," answered the Lavender Bear, seeming to be somewhat embarrassed. "I am so built, you must

know, that when anything pushes against my chest, as my chin accidentally did just then, I make that silly

noise. In this city it isn't considered good manners to notice. But I like your Frogman.

He is honest and truthful, which is more than can be said of many others. As for your late lamented dishpan,

I'll show it to you." With this he waved three times the metal wand which he held in his paw, and instantly

there appeared upon the ground midway between the King and Cayke a big, round pan made of beaten gold.

Around the top edge was a row of small diamonds; around the center of the pan was another row of larger

diamonds; and at the bottom was a row of exceedingly large and brilliant diamonds. In fact, they all sparkled

magnificently, and the pan was so big and broad that it took a lot of diamonds to go around it three times.

Cayke stared so hard that her eyes seemed about to pop out of her head. "Oooh!" she exclaimed, drawing

"It is, it is!" cried the Cookie Cook, and rushing forward, she fell on her knees and threw her arms around the

precious pan. But her arms came together without meeting any resistance at all. Cayke tried to seize the edge,

but found nothing to grasp. The pan was surely there, she thought, for she could see it plainly; but it was not

solid; she could not feel it at all. With a moan of astonishment and despair, she raised her head to look at the

Bear King, who was watching her actions curiously. Then she turned to the pan again, only to find it had

"Poor creature!" murmured the King pityingly. "You must have thought, for the moment, that you had

actually recovered your dishpan. But what you saw was merely the image of it, conjured up by means of my

magic. It is a pretty dishpan, indeed, though rather big and awkward to handle. I hope you will some day find

Cayke was grievously disappointed. She began to cry, wiping her eyes on her apron. The King turned to the

throng of toy bears surrounding him and asked, "Has any of you ever seen this golden dishpan before?"

The King seemed to reflect. Presently he inquired, "Where is the Little Pink Bear?"

Several of the bears waddled over to one of the trees and pulled from its hollow a tiny pink bear, smaller than

any of the others. A big, white bear carried the pink one in his arms and set it down beside the King,

This Pink Bear seemed lifeless until the King turned a crank which protruded from its side, when the little

creature turned its head stiffly from side to side and said in a small, shrill voice, "Hurrah for the King of Bear

"Very good," said the big Lavender Bear. "He seems to be working very well today. Tell me, my Pink

"You may rely on this information," said he. "The Pink Bear can tell us anything we wish to know, and his

"Something animates him when you turn his crank," replied the King. "I do not know if it is life or what it is

or how it happens that the Little Pink Bear can answer correctly every question put to him. We discovered his

talent a long time ago, and whenever we wish to know anythingwhich is not very oftenwe ask the Pink

Bear. There is no doubt whatever, madam, that Ugu the Magician has your dishpan, and if you dare to go to

"No, for that is in the future. He can tell anything that HAS happened, but nothing that is going to happen.

"Well," said the Cookie Cook after a little thought, "I mean to go to this magician, anyhow, and tell him I

"Then I'll show him to you," promised the King. "But do not be frightened. It won't be Ugu, remember, but

only his image." With this, he waved his metal wand, and in the circle suddenly appeared a thin little man,

very old and skinny, who was seated on a wicker stool before a wicker table. On the table lay a Great Book

with gold clasps. The Book was open, and the man was reading in it. He wore great spectacles which were

fastened before his eyes by means of a ribbon that passed around his head and was tied in a bow at the neck.

His hair was very thin and white; his skin, which clung fast to his bones, was brown and seared with furrows;

On no account was Ugu the Shoemaker a pleasant person to gaze at. As his image appeared before the, all

were silent and intent until Corporal Waddle, the Brown Bear, became nervous and pulled the trigger of his

gun. Instantly, the cork flew out of the tin barrel with a loud "pop!" that made them all jump. And at this

sound, the image of the magician vanished. "So THAT'S the thief, is it?" said Cayke in an angry voice. "I

should think he'd be ashamed of himself for stealing a poor woman's diamond dishpan! But I mean to face

"To me," said the Bear King reflectively, "he looked like a dangerous person. I hope he won't be so unkind as

The Frogman was much disturbed by the vision of Ugu the Shoemaker, and Cayke's determination to go to

the magician filled her companion with misgivings. But he would not break his pledged word to assist the

Cookie Cook, and after breathing a deep sigh of resignation, he asked the King, "Will Your Majesty lend us

this Pink Bear who answers questions that we may take him with us on our journey? He would be very useful

"PLEASE let us take the Pink Bear," begged Cayke. "I'm sure he would be a great help to us."

"The Pink Bear," said the King, "is the best bit of magic I possess, and there is not another like him in the

world. I do not care to let him out of my sight, nor do I wish to disappoint you; so I believe I will make the

journey in your company and carry my Pink Bear with me. He can walk when you wind the other side of him,

but so slowly and awkwardly that he would delay you. But if I go along, I can carry him in my arms, so I will

"But Your Majesty!" exclaimed Corporal Waddle in protest, "I hope you do not intend to let these prisoners

"We didn't know it was private property, Your Majesty," said the Cookie Cook. "And they asked if any of us

had stolen the dishpan!" continued Corporal Waddle indignantly. "That is the same thing as calling us thieves

"But the Corporal is quite correct," declared the Lavender Bear. "I condemn you both to death, the execution

"Very true," said the King. "I condemn you to death merely as a matter of form. It sounds quite terrible, and

in ten years we shall have forgotten all about it. Are you ready to start for the wicker castle of Ugu the

"A King isn't required to stay at home forever, and if he takes a notion to travel, whose business is it but his

own? All I ask is that you bears behave yourselves while I am away. If any of you is naughty, I'll send him to

This dreadful threat made all the toy bears look solemn. They assured the King in a chorus of growls that they

would be good. Then the big Lavender Bear picked up the little Pink Bear, and after tucking it carefully under

one arm, he said, "Goodbye till I come back!" and waddled along the path that led through the forest. The

Frogman and Cayke the Cookie Cook also said goodbye to the bears and then followed after the King, much

to the regret of the little Brown Bear, who pulled the trigger of his gun and popped the cork as a parting

While the Frogman and his party were advancing from the west, Dorothy and her party were advancing from

the east, and so it happened that on the following night they all camped at a little hill that was only a few

miles from the wicker castle of Ugu the Shoemaker. But the two parties did not see one another that night, for

one camped on one side of the hill while the other camped on the opposite side. But the next morning, the

Frogman thought he would climb the hill and see what was on top of it, and at the same time Scraps, the

Patchwork Girl, also decided to climb the hill to find if the wicker castle was visible from its top. So she

stuck her head over an edge just as the Frogman's head appeared over another edge, and both, being

Scraps recovered from her astonishment first, and bounding upward, she turned a somersault and landed

sitting down and facing the big Frogman, who slowly advanced and sat opposite her. "Well met, Stranger!"

cried the Patchwork Girl with a whoop of laughter. "You are quite the funniest individual I have seen in all

"Do you suppose I can be any funnier than you?" asked the Frogman, gazing at her in wonder.

"I'm not funny to myself, you know," returned Scraps. "I wish I were. And perhaps you are so used to your

own absurd shape that you do not laugh whenever you see your reflection in a pool or in a mirror."

"No," said the Frogman gravely, "I do not. I used to be proud of my great size and vain of my culture and

education, but since I bathed in the Truth Pond, I sometimes think it is not right that I should be different

"Right or wrong," said the Patchwork Girl, "to be different is to be distinguished. Now in my case, I'm just

like all other Patchwork Girls because I'm the only one there is. But tell me, where did you come from?"

"I was not aware that I had a Ruler, so of course I couldn't know that she was stolen."

"Well, you have. All the people of Oz," explained Scraps, "are ruled by Ozma, whether they know it or not.

And she has been stolen. Aren't you angry? Aren't you indignant? Your Ruler, whom you didn't know you

"That is queer," remarked the Frogman thoughtfully. "Stealing is a thing practically unknown in Oz, yet this

Ozma has been taken, and a friend of mine has also had her dishpan stolen. With her I have traveled all the

"I don't see any connection between a Royal Ruler of Oz and a dishpan!" declared Scraps.

"True. But why can't your friend wash her dishes in another dishpan?" asked Scraps.

"Why can't you use another Royal Ruler? I suppose you prefer the one who is lost, and my friend wants her

own dishpan, which is made of gold and studded with diamonds and has magic powers."

"Magic, eh?" exclaimed Scraps. "THERE is a link that connects the two steals, anyhow, for it seems that all

the magic in the Land of Oz was stolen at the same time, whether it was in the Emerald City of in Glinda's

"It used to seem that way to me," admitted the Frogman, "but we have now discovered who took our dishpan.

"Ugu? Good gracious! That's the same magician we think has stolen Ozma. We are now on our way to the

"Then follow me, quick! And let me introduce you to Dorothy and the other girls and to the Wizard of Oz and

She sprang up and seized his coatsleeve, dragging him off the hilltop and down the other side from that

whence he had come. And at the foot of the hill, the Frogman was astonished to find the three girls and the

Wizard and ButtonBright, who were surrounded by a wooden Sawhorse, a lean Mule, a square Woozy, and

a Cowardly Lion. A little black dog ran up and smelled at the Frogman, but couldn't growl at him.

"I've discovered another party that has been robbed," shouted Scraps as she joined them. "This is their leader,

They regarded the Frogman with much curiosity and interest, and finding all eyes fixed upon him, the

newcomer arranged his necktie and smoothed his beautiful vest and swung his goldheaded cane like a

regular dandy. The big spectacles over his eyes quite altered his froglike countenance and gave him a learned

and impressive look. Used as she was to seeing strange creatures in the Land of Oz, Dorothy was amazed at

discovering the Frogman. So were all her companions. Toto wanted to growl at him, but couldn't, and he

didn't dare bark. The Sawhorse snorted rather contemptuously, but the Lion whispered to the wooden steed,

"Bear with this strange creature, my friend, and remember he is no more extraordinary than you are. Indeed,

On being questioned, the Frogman told them the whole story of the loss of Cayke's highly prized dishpan and

their adventures in search of it. When he came to tell of the Lavender Bear King and of the Little Pink Bear

who could tell anything you wanted to know, his hearers became eager to see such interesting animals. "It

will be best," said the Wizard, "to unite our two parties and share our fortunes together, for we are all bound

on the same errand, and as one band we may more easily defy this shoemaker magician than if separate. Let

"I will ask my friends about that," replied the Frogman, and he climbed over the hill to find Cayke and the toy

bears. The Patchwork Girl accompanied him, and when they came upon the Cookie Cook and the Lavender

Bear and the Pink Bear, it was hard to tell which of the lot was the most surprised.

"Mercy me!" cried Cayke, addressing the Patchwork Girl. "However did you come alive?"

"Mercy me!" she echoed, "You are stuffed, as I am, with cotton, and you appear to be living. That makes me

feel ashamed, for I have prided myself on being the only live cottonstuffed person in Oz."

"Perhaps you are," returned the Lavender Bear, "for I am stuffed with extraquality curled hair, and so is the

"You have relieved my mind of a great anxiety," declared the Patchwork Girl, now speaking more cheerfully.

"The Scarecrow is stuffed with straw and you with hair, so I am still the Original and Only CottonStuffed!"

"I hope I am too polite to criticize cotton as compared with curled hair," said the King, "especially as you

Then the Frogman told of his interview with the party from the Emerald City and added that the Wizard of

Oz had invited the bears and Cayke and himself to travel in company with them to the castle of Ugu the

Shoemaker. Cayke was much pleased, but the Bear King looked solemn. He set the Little Pink Bear on his

lap and turned the crank in its side and asked, "Is it safe for us to associate with those people from the

And the Pink Bear at once replied, "Safe for you and safe for me; Perhaps no others safe will be."

"That 'perhaps' need not worry us," said the King, "so let us join the others and offer them our protection."

Even the Lavender Bear was astonished, however, when on climbing over the hill he found on the other side

the group of queer animals and the people from the Emerald City. The bears and Cayke were received very

cordially, although ButtonBright was cross when they wouldn't let him play with the Little Pink Bear. The

three girls greatly admired the toy bears, and especially the pink one, which they longed to hold.

"You see," explained the Lavender King in denying them this privilege, "he's a very valuable bear, because

his magic is a correct guide on all occasions, and especially if one is in difficulties. It was the Pink Bear who

"And the King's magic is just as wonderful," added Cayke, "because it showed us the Magician himself."

"He was sitting at a table and examining an immense Book which had three golden clasps," remarked the

"Why, that must have been Glinda's Great Book of Records!" exclaimed Dorothy. "If it is, it proves that Ugu

And the Wizard added, "It also proves that he is following our adventures in the Book of Records, and

therefore knows that we are seeking him and that we are determined to find him and reach Ozma at all

The Wizard's statement was so true that the faces around him were very serious until the Patchwork Girl

broke into a peal of laughter. "Wouldn't it be a rich joke if he made prisoners of us, too?" she said.

"No one but a crazy Patchwork Girl would consider that a joke," grumbled ButtonBright.

And then the Lavender Bear King asked, "Would you like to see this magical shoemaker?"

Then the King waved his metal wand and before them appeared a room in the wicker castle of Ugu. On the

wall of the room hung Ozma's Magic Picture, and seated before it was the Magician. They could see the

Picture as well as he could, because it faced them, and in the Picture was the hillside where they were not

sitting, all their forms being reproduced in miniature. And curiously enough, within the scene of the Picture

was the scene they were now beholding, so they knew that the Magician was at this moment watching them

in the Picture, and also that he saw himself and the room he was in become visible to the people on the

hillside. Therefore he knew very well that they were watching him while he was watching them.

In proof of this, Ugu sprang from his seat and turned a scowling face in their direction; but now he could not

see the travelers who were seeking him, although they could still see him. His actions were so distinct,

indeed, that it seemed he was actually before them. "It is only a ghost," said the Bear King. "It isn't real at all

except that it shows us Ugu just as he looks and tells us truly just what he is doing."

Then the vision faded away, and they could see nothing but the grass and trees and bushes around them.

"Now then," said the Wizard, "let us talk this matter over and decide what to do when we get to Ugu's wicker

castle. There can be no doubt that the Shoemaker is a powerful Magician, and his powers have been increased

a hundredfold since he secured the Great Book of Records, the Magic Picture, all of Glinda's recipes for

sorcery, and my own black bag, which was full of tools of wizardry. The man who could rob us of those

things and the man with all their powers at his command is one who may prove somewhat difficult to

conquer, therefore we should plan our actions well before we venture too near to his castle."

"I didn't see Ozma in the Magic Picture," said Trot. "What do you suppose Ugu has done with her?"

"Couldn't the Little Pink Bear tell us what he did with Ozma?" asked ButtonBright.

"To be sure," replied the Lavender King. "I'll ask him." So he turned the crank in the Little Pink Bear's side

"Well, we must get her out of it," said the Wizard. "That is what we came for, and of course we must rescue

Each one looked at some other one for an answer, and all shook their heads in a grave and dismal manner. All

but Scraps, who danced around them gleefully. "You're afraid," said the Patchwork Girl, "because so many

things can hurt your meat bodies. Why don't you give it up and go home? How can you fight a great magician

"Scraps," said she, "you know that Ugu couldn't hurt you a bit, whatever he did, nor could he hurt ME, 'cause

I wear the Gnome King's Magic Belt. S'pose just we two go on together and leave the others here to wait for

"No, no!" said the Wizard positively. "That won't do at all. Ozma is more powerful than either of you, yet she

could not defeat the wicked Ugu, who has shut her up in a dungeon. We must go to the Shoemaker in one

"Do not expect a prompt answer to that important question," replied the Wizard, "for we must first plan our

line of conduct. Ugu knows, of course, that we are after him, for he has seen our approach in the Magic

Picture, and he has read of all we have done up to the present moment in the Great Book of Records.

"Don't you suppose Ugu would listen to reason?" asked Betsy. "If we explained to him how wicked he has

"Yes, yes, won't he say he's sorry and get on his knees and beg our pardon?" cried Scraps, turning a flipflop

to show her scorn of the suggestion. "When Ugu the Shoemaker does that, please knock at the front door and

The Wizard sighed and rubbed his bald head with a puzzled air. "I'm quite sure Ugu will not be polite to us,"

said he, "so we must conquer this cruel magician by force, much as we dislike to be rude to anyone. But none

of you has yet suggested a way to do that. Couldn't the Little Pink Bear tell us how?" he asked, turning to the

"No, for that is something that is GOING to happen," replied the Lavender Bear. "He can only tell us what

Again, they were grave and thoughtful. But after a time, Betsy said in a hesitating voice, "Hank is a great

The Mule turned his head to look reproachfully at his old friend, the young girl. "Who can fight against

The Lion, who was lying with his front legs spread out, his chin on his paws, raised his shaggy head. "I can

fight when I'm not afraid," said he calmly, "but the mere mention of a fight sets me to trembling."

"Then," said Cayke the Cookie Cook, "we must depend upon the Frogman. His marvelous wisdom will

surely inform him how to conquer the wicked Magician and restore to me my dishpan."

All eyes were now turned questioningly upon the Frogman. Finding himself the center of observation, he

swung his goldheaded cane, adjusted his big spectacles, and after swelling out his chest, sighed and said in a

modest tone of voice, "Respect for truth obliges me to confess that Cayke is mistaken in regard to my

superior wisdom. I am not very wise. Neither have I had any practical experience in conquering magicians.

But let us consider this case. What is Ugu, and what is a magician? Ugu is a renegade shoemaker, and a

magician is an ordinary man who, having learned how to do magical tricks, considers himself above his

fellows. In this case, the Shoemaker has been naughty enough to steal a lot of magical tools and things that

did not belong to him, and he is more wicked to steal than to be a magician. Yet with all the arts at his

command, Ugu is still a man, and surely there are ways in which a man may be conquered. How, do you say,

how? Allow me to state that I don't know. In my judgment, we cannot decide how best to act until we get to

Ugu's castle. So let us go to it and take a look at it. After that, we may discover an idea that will guide us to

"That may not be a wise speech, but it sounds good," said Dorothy approvingly. "Ugu the Shoemaker is not

only a common man, but he's a wicked man and a cruel man and deserves to be conquered. We musn't have

any mercy on him till Ozma is set free. So let's go to his castle as the Frogman says and see what the place

No one offered any objection to this plan, and so it was adopted. They broke camp and were about to start on

the journey to Ugu's castle when they discovered that ButtonBright was lost again. The girls and the Wizard

shouted his name, and the Lion roared and the Donkey brayed and the Frogman croaked and the Big

Lavender Bear growled (to the envy of Toto, who couldn't growl but barked his loudest), yet none of them

could make ButtonBright hear. So after vainly searching for the boy a full hour, they formed a procession

"ButtonBright's always getting lost," said Dorothy. "And if he wasn't always getting found again, I'd prob'ly

worry. He may have gone ahead of us, and he may have gone back, but wherever he is, we'll find him

A curious thing about Ugu the Shoemaker was that he didn't suspect in the least that he was wicked. He

wanted to be powerful and great, and he hoped to make himself master of all the Land of Oz that he might

compel everyone in that fairy country to obey him, His ambition blinded him to the rights of others, and he

imagined anyone else would act just as he did if anyone else happened to be as clever as himself.

When he inhabited his little shoemaking shop in the City of Herku, he had been discontented, for a

shoemaker is not looked upon with high respect, and Ugu knew that his ancestors had been famous magicians

for many centuries past and therefore his family was above the ordinary. Even his father practiced magic

when Ugu was a boy, but his father had wandered away from Herku and had never come back again. So

when Ugu grew up, he was forced to make shoes for a living, knowing nothing of the magic of his

forefathers. But one day, in searching through the attic of his house, he discovered all the books of magical

recipes and many magical instruments which had formerly been in use in his family. From that day, he

stopped making shoes and began to study magic. Finally, he aspired to become the greatest magician in Oz,

and for days and weeks and months he thought on a plan to render all the other sorcerers and wizards, as well

(1) That Ozma of Oz was the fairy ruler of the Emerald City and the Land of Oz and that she could not be

destroyed by any magic ever devised. Also, by means of her Magic Picture she would be able to discover

(2) That Glinda the Good was the most powerful Sorceress in Oz, among her other magical possessions being

the Great Book of Records, which told her all that happened anywhere in the world. This Book of Records

was very dangerous to Ugu's plans, and Glinda was in the service of Ozma and would use her arts of sorcery

(3) That the Wizard of Oz, who lived in Ozma's palace, had been taught much powerful magic by Glinda and

(4) That there existed in Ozin the Yip Countrya jeweled dishpan made of gold, which dishpan would

grow large enough for a man to sit inside it. Then, when he grasped both the golden handles, the dishpan

would transport him in an instant to any place he wished to go within the borders of the Land of Oz.

No one now living except Ugu knew of the powers of the Magic Dishpan, so after long study, the shoemaker

decided that if he could manage to secure the dishpan, he could by its means rob Ozma and Glinda and the

Wizard of Oz of all their magic, thus becoming himself the most powerful person in all the land. His first act

was to go away from the City of Herku and build for himself the Wicker Castle in the hills. Here he carried

his books and instruments of magic, and here for a full year he diligently practiced all the magical arts

learned from his ancestors. At the end of that time, he could do a good many wonderful things.

Then, when all his preparations were made, he set out for the Yip Country, and climbing the steep mountain

at night he entered the house of Cayke the Cookie Cook and stole her diamondstudded gold dishpan while

all the Yips were asleep, Taking his prize outside, he set the pan upon the ground and uttered the required

magic word. Instantly, the dishpan grew as large as a big washtub, and Ugu seated himself in it and grasped

the two handles. Then he wished himself in the great drawing room of Glinda the Good.

He was there in a flash. First he took the Great Book of Records and put it in the dishpan. Then he went to

Glinda's laboratory and took all her rare chemical compounds and her instruments of sorcery, placing these

also in the dishpan, which he caused to grow large enough to hold them. Next he seated himself amongst the

treasures he had stolen and wished himself in the room in Ozma's palace which the Wizard occupied and

where he kept his bag of magic tools. This bag Ugu added to his plunder and then wished himself in the

Here he first took the Magic Picture from the wall and then seized all the other magical things which Ozma

possessed. Having placed these in the dishpan, he was about to climb in himself when he looked up and saw

Ozma standing beside him. Her fairy instinct had warned her that danger was threatening her, so the beautiful

girl Ruler rose from her couch and leaving her bedchamber at once confronted the thief.

Ugu had to think quickly, for he realized that if he permitted Ozma to rouse the inmates of her palace, all his

plans and his present successes were likely to come to naught. So he threw a scarf over the girl's head so she

could not scream, and pushed her into the dishpan and tied her fast so she could not move. Then he climbed

in beside her and wished himself in his own wicker castle. The Magic Dishpan was there in an instant, with

all its contents, and Ugu rubbed his hands together in triumphant joy as he realized that he now possessed all

the important magic in the Land of Oz and could force all the inhabitants of that fairyland to do as he willed.

So quickly had his journey been accomplished that before daylight the robber magician had locked Ozma in a

room, making her a prisoner, and had unpacked and arranged all his stolen goods. The next day he placed the

Book of Records on his table and hung the Magic Picture on his wall and put away in his cupboards and

drawers all the elixirs and magic compounds he had stolen. The magical instruments he polished and

By turns the imprisoned Ruler wept and scolded the Shoemaker, haughtily threatening him with dire

punishment for the wicked deeds he had done. Ugu became somewhat afraid of his fairy prisoner, in spite of

the fact that he believed he had robbed her of all her powers; so he performed an enchantment that quickly

disposed of her and placed her out of his sight and hearing. After that, being occupied with other things, he

But now, when he looked into the Magic Picture and read the Great Book of Records, the Shoemaker learned

that his wickedness was not to go unchallenged. Two important expeditions had set out to find him and force

him to give up his stolen property. One was the party headed by the Wizard and Dorothy, while the other

consisted of Cayke and the Frogman. Others were also searching, but not in the right places. These two

groups, however, were headed straight for the wicker castle, and so Ugu began to plan how best to meet them

All that first day after the union of the two parties, our friends marched steadily toward the wicker castle of

Ugu the Shoemaker. When night came, they camped in a little grove and passed a pleasant evening together,

"Perhaps," said Toto as the animals lay grouped together for the night, "this Shoemaker who stole my growl

"He has stolen about everything else of value in Oz, hasn't he?" replied the dog.

"He has stolen everything he wants, perhaps," agreed the Lion, "but what could anyone want with your

"Well," said the dog, wagging his tail slowly, "my recollection is that it was a wonderful growl, soft and low

"So," continued Toto, "if that magician hadn't any growl of his own, he might have wanted mine and stolen

"And if he has, he will soon wish he hadn't," remarked the Mule. "Also, if he has stolen ButtonBright, he

"It isn't a question of liking him," replied the Mule. "It's a question of watching him and looking after him.

Any boy who causes his friends so much worry isn't worth having around. I never get lost."

"If you did," said Toto, "no one would worry a bit. I think ButtonBright is a very lucky boy because he

"See here," said the Lion, "this chatter is keeping us all awake, and tomorrow is likely to be a busy day. Go to

"Friend Lion," retorted the dog, "if I hadn't lost my growl, you would hear it now. I have as much right to talk

"If only you had lost your voice when you lost your growl," said he, "you would be a more agreeable

But they quieted down after that, and soon the entire camp was wrapped in slumber. Next morning they made

an early start, but had hardly proceeded on their way an hour when, on climbing a slight elevation, they

beheld in the distance a low mountain on top of which stood Ugu's wicker castle. It was a goodsized

building and rather pretty because the sides, roofs and domes were all of wicker, closely woven as it is in fine

"I suppose it is, since a magician built it," answered the Wizard. "With magic to protect it, even a paper castle

might be as strong as if made of stone. This Ugu must be a man of ideas, because he does things in a different

"I wonder if Ozma is there?" said Betsy, indicating the castle with a nod of her head.

That seemed a good idea, so they halted the procession, and the Bear King held the little Pink Bear on his lap

And the little Pink Bear answered, "She is in a hole in the ground a half mile away at your left."

"It is lucky we asked that question," said the Wizard, "for if we can find Ozma and rescue her, there will be

The Wizard looked puzzled at her tone of remonstrance, so she added, "Didn't you people from the Emerald

City promise that we would all stick together, and that you would help me to get my dishpan if I would help

you to get your Ozma? And didn't I bring to you the little Pink Bear, which has told you where Ozma is

"Well, first of all, let us go and rescue Ozma," proposed the Wizard. "Then our beloved Ruler may be able to

advise us how to conquer Ugu the Shoemaker." So they turned to the left and marched for half a mile until

they came to a small but deep hole in the ground. At once, all rushed to the brim to peer into the hole, but

instead of finding there Princess Ozma of Oz, all that they saw was ButtonBright, who was lying asleep on

Their cries soon wakened the boy, who sat up and rubbed his eyes. When he recognized his friends, he smiled

"I don't know," answered ButtonBright from the depths of the hole. "I got lost yesterday, as you may

remember, and in the night while I was wandering around in the moonlight trying to find my way back to

"There was no one in it but me, and I was sorry it wasn't entirely empty. The sides are so steep I can't climb

out, so there was nothing to be done but sleep until someone found me. Thank you for coming. If you'll

"He never makes a mistake," declared the Lavender Bear King in a tone that showed his feelings were hurt.

And then he turned the crank of the little Pink Bear again and asked, "Is this the hole that Ozma of Oz is in?"

"That settles it," said the King positively. "Your Ozma is in this hole in the ground."

"Don't be silly," returned Dorothy impatiently. "Even your beady eyes can see there is no one in the hole but

"Your Pink Bear must be out of order," said the Wizard, "for, this time at least, his machinery has caused him

The Bear King was so angry at this remark that he turned away, holding the Pink Bear in his paws, and

"At any rate," said the Frogman, "the Pink Bear has led us to your boy friend and so enabled you to rescue

Scraps was leaning so far over the hole trying to find Ozma in it that suddenly she lost her balance and

pitched in head foremost. She fell upon ButtonBright and tumbled him over, but he was not hurt by her soft,

stuffed body and only laughed at the mishap. The Wizard buckled some straps together and let one end of

them down into the hole, and soon both Scraps and the boy had climbed up and were standing safely beside

the others. They looked once more for Ozma, but the hole was now absolutely vacant. It was a round hole, so

from the top they could plainly see every part of it. Before they left the place, Dorothy went to the Bear King

and said, "I'm sorry we couldn't believe what the little Pink Bear said, 'cause we don't want to make you feel

bad by doubting him. There must be a mistake, somewhere, and we prob'ly don't understand just what the

The Lavender Bear King was a goodnatured bear, considering how he was made and stuffed and jointed, so

he accepted Dorothy's apology and turned the crank and allowed the little girl to question his wee Pink Bear.

This surprised everybody. Even the Bear King was now puzzled by the contradictory statements of his oracle.

"Well," said Dorothy, "this beats me entirely! I guess the little Pink Bear has gone crazy."

"Perhaps," called Scraps, who was rapidly turning "cartwheels" all around the perplexed group, "Ozma is

"Well, I've noticed that people can speak, even when they've been made invisible," said the Wizard. And then

There was no reply. Dorothy asked the question, too, and so did ButtonBright and Trot and Betsy, but none

"It's strange, it's terrible strange!" muttered Cayke the Cookie Cook. "I was sure that the little Pink Bear

"I still believe in his honesty," said the Frogman, and this tribute so pleased the Bear King that he gave these

"Come to think of it," remarked the Wizard, "Ozma couldn't be invisible, for she is a fairy, and fairies cannot

be made invisible against their will. Of course, she could be imprisoned by the magician or enchanted or

transformed, in spite of her fairy powers, but Ugu could not render her invisible by any magic at his

"I wonder if she's been transformed into ButtonBright?" said Dorothy nervously. Then she looked steadily

"You're getting rattled, Dorothy," he replied. "Nothing ever enchants ME. If I were Ozma, do you think I'd

"Anyhow," said the Wizard, "Ozma would never try to deceive her friends or prevent them from recognizing

her in whatever form she happened to be. The puzzle is still a puzzle, so let us go on to the wicker castle and

question the magician himself. Since it was he who stole our Ozma, Ugu is the one who must tell us where to

The Wizard's advice was good, so again they started in the direction of the low mountain on the crest of

which the wicker castle had been built. They had been gradually advancing uphill, so now the elevation

seemed to them more like a round knoll than a mountaintop. However, the sides of the knoll were sloping and

covered with green grass, so there was a stiff climb before them yet. Undaunted, they plodded on and had

almost reached the knoll when they suddenly observed that it was surrounded by a circle of flame. At first,

the flames barely rose above the ground, but presently they grew higher and higher until a circle of flaming

tongues of fire taller than any of their heads quite surrounded the hill on which the wicker castle stood. When

they approached the flames, the heat was so intense that it drove them back again.

"This will never do for me!" exclaimed the Patchwork Girl. "I catch fire very easily."

"I also strongly object to fire," said the Bear King, following the Sawhorse to a safe distance and hugging the

"I suppose the foolish Shoemaker imagines these blazes will stop us," remarked the Wizard with a smile of

scorn for Ugu. "But I am able to inform you that this is merely a simple magic trick which the robber stole

from Glinda the Good, and by good fortune I know how to destroy these flames as well as how to produce

You may be sure the girls carried no matches, nor did the Frogman or any of the animals. But ButtonBright,

after searching carefully through his pockets, which contained all sorts of useful and useless things, finally

produced a match and handed it to the Wizard, who tied it to the end of a branch which he tore from a small

tree growing near them. Then the little Wizard carefully lighted the match, and running forward thrust it into

the nearest flame. Instantly, the circle of fire began to die away, and soon vanished completely leaving the

"Yes," agreed the Wizard, "it seems odd that a little match could destroy such a great circle of fire, but when

Glinda invented this trick, she believed no one would ever think of a match being a remedy for fire. I suppose

even Ugu doesn't know how we managed to quench the flames of his barrier, for only Glinda and I know the

secret. Glinda's Book of Magic which Ugu stole told how to make the flames, but not how to put them out."

They now formed in marching order and proceeded to advance up the slope of the hill, but had not gone far

when before them rose a wall of steel, the surface of which was thickly covered with sharp, gleaming points

resembling daggers. The wall completely surrounded the wicker castle, and its sharp points prevented anyone

from climbing it. Even the Patchwork Girl might be ripped to pieces if she dared attempt it. "Ah!" exclaimed

the Wizard cheerfully, "Ugu is now using one of my own tricks against me. But this is more serious than the

Barrier of Fire, because the only way to destroy the wall is to get on the other side of it."

The Wizard looked thoughtfully around his little party, and his face grew troubled. "It's a pretty high wall,"

"I'm sure of that, too!" said the Lion with a shudder of fear. "If I foolishly tried such a leap, I would be caught

"I think I could do it, sir," said the Frogman with a bow to the Wizard. "It is an uphill jump as well as being a

high jump, but I'm considered something of a jumper by my friends in the Yip Country, and I believe a good,

"Leaping, you know, is a froglike accomplishment," continued the Frogman modestly, "but please tell me

Betsy had one, which she gave him. "All you need do," said the Wizard to the Frogman, giving him the pin,

"I know. At least, it SEEMS to be steel, but do as I tell you. Stick the pin into the wall, and it will disappear."

The Frogman took off his handsome coat and carefully folded it and laid it on the grass. Then he removed his

hat and laid it together with his goldheaded cane beside the coat. He then went back a way and made three

powerful leaps in rapid succession. The first two leaps took him to the wall, and the third leap carried him

well over it, to the amazement of all. For a short time, he disappeared from their view, but when he had

obeyed the Wizard's injunction and had thrust the pin into the wall, the huge barrier vanished and showed

them the form of the Frogman, who now went to where his coat lay and put it on again.

"That was the most wonderful leap I ever saw, and it has saved us from defeat by our enemy. Let us now

hurry on to the castle before Ugu the Shoemaker thinks up some other means to stop us."

"Yes indeed. The fellow knows a lot of magicall of our tricks and some of his own," replied the Wizard.

"So if he is half as clever as he ought to be, we shall have trouble with him yet."

He had scarcely spoken these words when out from the gates of the wicker castle marched a regiment of

soldiers, clad in gay uniforms and all bearing long, pointed spears and sharp battle axes. These soldiers were

girls, and the uniforms were short skirts of yellow and black satin, golden shoes, bands of gold across their

foreheads and necklaces of glittering jewels. Their jackets were scarlet, braided with silver cords. There were

hundreds of these girlsoldiers, and they were more terrible than beautiful, being strong and fierce in

appearance. They formed a circle all around the castle and faced outward, their spears pointed toward the

invaders, and their battle axes held over their shoulders, ready to strike. Of course, our friends halted at once,

for they had not expected this dreadful array of soldiery. The Wizard seemed puzzled, and his companions

"I'd no idea Ugu had such an army as that," said Dorothy. "The castle doesn't look big enough to hold them

"They seemed to, but I don't believe it is a real army at all. If Ugu the Shoemaker had so many people living

"Girls are the fiercest soldiers of all," declared the Frogman. "They are more brave than men, and they have

better nerves. That is probably why the magician uses them for soldiers and has sent them to oppose us."

No one argued this statement, for all were staring hard at the line of soldiers, which now, having taken a

"Here is a trick of magic new to me," admitted the Wizard after a time. "I do not believe the army is real, but

the spears may be sharp enough to prick us, nevertheless, so we must be cautious. Let us take time to consider

While they were thinking it over, Scraps danced closer to the line of girl soldiers. Her button eyes sometimes

saw more than did the natural eyes of her comrades, and so after staring hard at the magician's army, she

boldly advanced and danced right through the threatening line! On the other side, she waved her stuffed arms

and called out, "Come on, folks. The spears can't hurt you." said the Wizard gaily. "An optical illusion, as I

thought. Let us all follow the Patchwork Girl." The three little girls were somewhat nervous in attempting to

brave the spears and battle axes, but after the others had safely passed the line, they ventured to follow. And

when all had passed through the ranks of the girl army, the army itself magically disappeared from view.

All this time our friends had been getting farther up the hill and nearer to the wicker castle. Now, continuing

their advance, they expected something else to oppose their way, but to their astonishment nothing happened,

and presently they arrived at the wicker gates, which stood wide open, and boldly entered the domain of Ugu

No sooner were the Wizard of Oz and his followers well within the castle entrance when the big gates swung

to with a clang and heavy bars dropped across them. They looked at one another uneasily, but no one cared to

speak of the incident. If they were indeed prisoners in the wicker castle, it was evident they must find a way

to escape, but their first duty was to attend to the errand on which they had come and seek the Royal Ozma,

They found they had entered a square courtyard, from which an entrance led into the main building of the

castle. No person had appeared to greet them so far, although a gaudy peacock perched upon the wall cackled

"I hope the peacock is mistaken," remarked the Frogman, but no one else paid any attention to the bird. They

were a little awed by the stillness and loneliness of the place. As they entered the doors of the castle, which

stood invitingly open, these also closed behind them and huge bolts shot into place. The animals had all

accompanied the party into the castle because they felt it would be dangerous for them to separate. They were

forced to follow a zigzag passage, turning this way and that, until finally they entered a great central hall,

circular in form and with a high dome from which was suspended an enormous chandelier.

The Wizard went first, and Dorothy, Betsy and Trot followed him, Toto keeping at the heels of his little

mistress. Then came the Lion, the Woozy and the Sawhorse, then Cayke the Cookie Cook and

ButtonBright, then the Lavender Bear carrying the Pink Bear, and finally the Frogman and the Patchwork

Girl, with Hank the Mule tagging behind. So it was the Wizard who caught the first glimpse of the big,

domed hall, but the others quickly followed and gathered in a wondering group just within the entrance.

Upon a raised platform at one side was a heavy table on which lay Glinda's Great Book of Records, but the

platform was firmly fastened to the floor and the table was fastened to the platform and the Book was chained

fast to the table, just as it had been when it was kept in Glinda's palace. On the wall over the table hung

Ozma's Magic Picture. On a row of shelves at the opposite side of the hall stood all the chemicals and

essences of magic and all the magical instruments that had been stolen from Glinda and Ozma and the

And in a far corner sat Ugu the Shoemaker, his feet lazily extended, his skinny hands clasped behind his

head. He was leaning back at his ease and calmly smoking a long pipe. Around the magician was a sort of

cage, seemingly made of golden bars set wide apart, and at his feet, also within the cage, reposed the

longsought diamondstudded dishpan of Cayke the Cookie Cook. Princess Ozma of Oz was nowhere to be

"Well, well," said Ugu when the invaders had stood in silence for a moment, staring about them. "This visit is

an unexpected pleasure, I assure you. I knew you were coming, and I know why you are here. You are not

welcome, for I cannot use any of you to my advantage, but as you have insisted on coming, I hope you will

make the afternoon call as brief as possible. It won't take long to transact your business with me. You will ask

"Sir," answered the Wizard in a tone of rebuke, "you are a very wicked and cruel person. I suppose you

imagine, because you have stolen this poor woman's dishpan and all the best magic in Oz, that you are more

"Yes," said Ugu the Shoemaker, slowly filling his pipe with fresh tobacco from a silver bowl that stood

beside him, "that is exactly what I imagine. It will do you no good to demand from me the girl who was

formerly the Ruler of Oz, because I will not tell you where I have hidden her, and you can't guess in a

thousand years. Neither will I restore to you any of the magic I have captured. I am not so foolish. But bear

this in mind: I mean to be the Ruler of Oz myself, hereafter, so I advise you to be careful how you address

"Ozma is still Ruler of Oz, wherever you may have hidden her," declared the Wizard. "And bear this in mind,

miserable Shoemaker: we intend to find her and to rescue her in time, but our first duty and pleasure will be

"Very well, go ahead and conquer," said Ugu. "I'd really like to see how you can do it."

Now although the little Wizard had spoken so boldly, he had at the moment no idea how they might conquer

the magician. He had that morning given the Frogman, at his request, a dose of zosozo from his bottle, and

the Frogman had promised to fight a good fight if it was necessary, but the Wizard knew that strength alone

could not avail against magical arts. The toy Bear King seemed to have some pretty good magic, however,

and the Wizard depended to an extent on that. But something ought to be done right away, and the Wizard

While he considered this perplexing question and the others stood looking at him as their leader, a queer thing

happened. The floor of the great circular hall on which they were standing suddenly began to tip. Instead of

being flat and level, it became a slant, and the slant grew steeper and steeper until none of the party could

manage to stand upon it. Presently they all slid down to the wall, which was now under them, and then it

became evident that the whole vast room was slowly turning upside down! Only Ugu the Shoemaker, kept in

place by the bars of his golden cage, remained in his former position, and the wicked magician seemed to

First they all slid down to the wall back of them, but as the room continued to turn over, they next slid down

the wall and found themselves at the bottom of the great dome, bumping against the big chandelier which,

like everything else, was now upside down. The turning movement now stopped, and the room became

stationary. Looking far up, they saw Ugu suspended in his cage at the very top, which had once been the

"Ah," said he, grinning down at them, "the way to conquer is to act, and he who acts promptly is sure to win.

This makes a very good prison, from which I am sure you cannot escape. Please amuse yourselves in any way

you like, but I must beg you to excuse me, as I have business in another part of my castle."

Saying this, he opened a trap door in the floor of his cage (which was now over his head) and climbed

through it and disappeared from their view. The diamond dishpan still remained in the cage, but the bars kept

"Well, I declare," said the Patchwork Girl, seizing one of the bars of the chandelier and swinging from it, "we

"And oblige me, Mr. Mule," remarked the Woozy, "by taking your tail out of my left eye."

"It's rather crowded down here," explained Dorothy, "because the dome is rounding and we have all slid into

the middle of it. But let us keep as quiet as possible until we can think what's best to be done."

"Dear, dear!"wailed Cayke, "I wish I had my darling dishpan," and she held her arms longingly toward it.

But the Wizard took the suggestion seriously, and so did the Frogman. They talked it over and soon planned

an attempt to reach the shelves where the magical instruments were. First the Frogman lay against the

rounding dome and braced his foot on the stem of the chandelier; then the Wizard climbed over him and lay

on the dome with his feet on the Frogman's shoulders; the Cookie Cook came next; then ButtonBright

climbed to the woman's shoulders; then Dorothy climbed up and Betsy and Trot, and finally the Patchwork

Girl, and all their lengths made a long line that reached far up the dome, but not far enough for Scraps to

"Wait a minute. Perhaps I can reach the magic," called the Bear King, and began scrambling up the bodies of

the others. But when he came to the Cookie Cook, his soft paws tickled her side so that she squirmed and

upset the whole line. Down they came, tumbling in a heap against the animals, and although no one was

much hurt, it was a bad mixup, and the Frogman, who was at the bottom, almost lost his temper before he

Cayke positively refused to try what she called "the pyramid act" again, and as the Wizard was now

convinced they could not reach the magic tools in that manner, the attempt was abandoned. "But

SOMETHING must be done," said the Wizard, and then he turned to the Lavender Bear and asked, "Cannot

"My magic powers are limited," was the reply. "When I was stuffed, the fairies stood by and slyly dropped

some magic into my stuffing. Therefore I can do any of the magic that's inside me, but nothing else. You,

"Your Majesty forgets that my tools of magic have been stolen," said the Wizard sadly, "and a wizard without

"Don't give up," pleaded ButtonBright, "20'cause if we can't get out of this queer prison, we'll all starve to

"Not I!" laughed the Patchwork Girl, now standing on top of the chandelier at the place that was meant to be

"Don't talk of such dreadful things," said Trot, shuddering. "We came here to capture the Shoemaker, didn't

"And here we are, captured ourselves, and my darling dishpan up there in plain sight!" wailed the Cookie

"Hush!" called the Lion with a low, deep growl. "Give the Wizard time to think."

"He has plenty of time," said Scraps. "What he needs is the Scarecrow's brains."

After all, it was little Dorothy who came to their rescue, and her ability to save them was almost as much a

surprise to the girl as it was to her friends. Dorothy had been secretly testing the powers of her Magic Belt,

which she had once captured from the Nome King, and experimenting with it in various ways ever since she

had started on this eventful journey. At different times she had stolen away from the others of her party and in

solitude had tried to find out what the Magic Belt could do and what it could not do. There were a lot of

things it could not do, she discovered, but she learned some things about the Belt which even her girl friends

For one thing, she had remembered that when the Nome King owned it, the Magic Belt used to perform

transformations, and by thinking hard she had finally recalled the way in which such transformations had

been accomplished. Better than this, however, was the discovery that the Magic Belt would grant its wearer

one wish a day. All she need do was close her right eye and wiggle her left toe and then draw a long breath

and make her wish. Yesterday she had wished in secret for a box of caramels, and instantly found the box

beside her. Today she had saved her daily wish in case she might need it in an emergency, and the time had

now come when she must use the wish to enable her to escape with her friends from the prison in which Ugu

So without telling anyone what she intended to dofor she had only used the wish once and could not be

certain how powerful the Magic Belt might beDorothy closed her right eye and wiggled her left big toe

and drew a long breath and wished with all her might. The next moment the room began to revolve again, as

slowly as before, and by degrees they all slid to the side wall and down the wall to the floorall but Scraps,

who was so astonished that she still clung to the chandelier. When the big hall was in its proper position

again and the others stood firmly upon the floor of it, they looked far up the dome and saw the Patchwork girl

"Then stand from under, so you won't get hurt!" shouted the PatchworkGirl, and as soon as they had obeyed

this request, she let go the chandelier and came tumbling down heels over head and twisting and turning in a

very exciting manner. Plump! She fell on the tiled floor, and they ran to her and rolled her and patted her into

The delay caused by Scraps had prevented anyone from running to the shelves to secure the magic

instruments so badly needed. Even Cayke neglected to get her diamondstudded dishpan because she was

watching the Patchwork Girl. And now the magician had opened his trap door and appeared in his golden

cage again, frowning angrily because his prisoners had been able to turn their upsidedown prison right side

"Then I shall destroy you, for you are only an Earth girl and no fairy," he said, and began to mumble some

Dorothy now realized that Ugu must be treated as an enemy, so she advanced toward the corner in which he

sat, saying as she went, "I am not afraid of you, Mr. Shoemaker, and I think you'll be sorry, pretty soon, that

you're such a bad man. You can't destroy me, and I won't destroy you, but I'm going to punish you for your

Ugu laughed, a laugh that was not nice to hear, and then he waved his hand. Dorothy was halfway across the

room when suddenly a wall of glass rose before her and stopped her progress. Through the glass she could

see the magician sneering at her because she was a weak little girl, and this provoked her. Although the glass

wall obliged her to halt, she instantly pressed both hands to her Magic Belt and cried in a loud voice, "Ugu

the Shoemaker, by the magic virtues of the Magic Belt, I command you to become a dove!"

The magician instantly realized he was being enchanted, for he could feel his form changing. He struggled

desperately against the enchantment, mumbling magic words and making magic passes with his hands. And

in one way he succeeded in defeating Dorothy's purpose, for while his form soon changed to that of a gray

dove, the dove was of an enormous size, bigger even than Ugu had been as a man, and this feat he had been

And the dove was not gentle, as doves usually are, for Ugu was terribly enraged at the little girl's success. His

books had told him nothing of the Nome King's Magic Belt, the Country of the Nomes being outside the

Land of Oz. He knew, however, that he was likely to be conquered unless he made a fierce fight, so he spread

his wings and rose in the air and flew directly toward Dorothy. The Wall of Glass had disappeared the instant

Dorothy had meant to command the Belt to transform the magician into a Dove of Peace, but in her

excitement she forgot to say more than "dove," and now Ugu was not a Dove of Peace by any means, but

rather a spiteful Dove of War. His size made his sharp beak and claws very dangerous, but Dorothy was not

afraid when he came darting toward her with his talons outstretched and his swordlike beak open. She knew

But the Frogman did not know that fact and became alarmed at the little girl's seeming danger. So he gave a

sudden leap and leaped full upon the back of the great dove. Then began a desperate struggle. The dove was

as strong as Ugu had been, and in size it was considerably bigger than the Frogman. But the Frogman had

eaten the zosozo, and it had made him fully as strong as Ugu the Dove. At the first leap he bore the dove to

the floor, but the giant bird got free and began to bite and claw the Frogman, beating him down with its great

wings whenever he attempted to rise. The thick, tough skin of the big frog was not easily damaged, but

Dorothy feared for her champion, and by again using the transformation power of the Magic Belt, she made

the dove grow small until it was no larger than a canary bird. Ugu had not lost his knowledge of magic when

he lost his shape as a man, and he now realized it was hopeless to oppose the power of the Magic Belt and

knew that his only hope of escape lay in instant action. So he quickly flew into the golden jeweled dishpan he

had stolen from Cayke the Cookie Cook, and as birds can talk as well as beasts or men in the Fairyland of Oz,

he muttered the magic word that was required and wished himself in the Country of the Quadlings, which

Our friends did not know, of course, what Ugu was about to do. They saw the dishpan tremble an instant and

then disappear, the dove disappearing with it, and although they waited expectantly for some minutes for the

magician's return, Ugu did not come back again. "Seems to me," said the Wizard in a cheerful voice, "that we

"Don't say 'we.' Dorothy did it!" cried the Patchwork Girl, turning three somersaults in succession and then

"I thought you said you did not know how to use the magic of the Nome King's Belt," said the Wizard to

"I didn't know at that time," she replied, "but afterward I remembered how the Nome King once used the

Magic Belt to enchant people and transform 'em into ornaments and all sorts of things, so I tried some

enchantments in secret, and after a while I transformed the Sawhorse into a potato masher and back again,

and the Cowardly Lion into a pussycat and back again, and then I knew the thing would work all right."

"One night when all the rest of you were asleep but Scraps, and she had gone chasing moonbeams."

"Well," remarked the Wizard, "your discovery has certainly saved us a lot of trouble, and we must all thank

the Frogman, too, for making such a good fight. The dove's shape had Ugu's evil disposition inside it, and

The Frogman was looking sad because the bird's talons had torn his pretty clothes, but he bowed with much

dignity at this welldeserved praise. Cayke, however, had squatted on the floor and was sobbing bitterly. "My

"Never mind," said Trot, trying to comfort her, "it's sure to be SOMEWHERE, so we'll cert'nly run across it

"Yes indeed," added Betsy, "now that we have Ozma's Magic Picture, we can tell just where the Dove went

with your dishpan. They all approached the Magic Picture, and Dorothy wished it to show the enchanted form

of Ugu the Shoemaker, wherever it might be. At once there appeared in the frame of the Picture a scene in the

far Quadling Country, where the Dove was perched disconsolately on the limb of a tree and the jeweled

"The Book of Records will tell us that," answered the Wizard. So they looked in the Great Book and read the

"Ugu the Magician, being transformed into a dove by Princess Dorothy of Oz, has used the magic of the

golden dishpan to carry him instantly to the northeast corner of the Quadling Country."

"Don't worry, Cayke, for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman are in that part of the country looking for

"Good gracious!" exclaimed ButtonBright. "We've forgot all about Ozma. Let's find out where the magician

Back to the Magic Picture they trooped, but when they wished to see Ozma wherever she might be hidden,

only a round black spot appeared in the center of the canvas. "I don't see how THAT can be Ozma!" said

"It seems to be the best the Magic Picture can do, however," said the Wizard, no less surprised. "If it's an

enchantment, looks as if the magician had transformed Ozma into a chunk of pitch."

For several minutes they all stood staring at the black spot on the canvas of the Magic Picture, wondering

what it could mean. "P'r'aps we'd better ask the little Pink Bear about Ozma," suggested Trot.

"He did once, surely," said Betsy. "But perhaps he wouldn't make a mistake again."

"We might hear what he has to say," said Dorothy. "It won't do any harm to ask the Pink Bear where Ozma

"I will not have him questioned," declared the King in a surly voice. "I do not intend to allow my little Pink

Scraps laughed jeeringly, and the others saw there was no use arguing with the stubborn Bear King, who

seemed to have absolute faith in his Pink Bear. The Wizard, who knew that magical things can usually be

depended upon and that the little Pink Bear was able to answer questions by some remarkable power of

magic, thought it wise to apologize to the Lavender Bear for the unbelief of his friends, at the same time

urging the King to consent to question the Pink Bear once more. Cayke and the Frogman also pleaded with

the big Bear, who finally agreed, although rather ungraciously, to put the little Bear's wisdom to the test once

more. So he sat the little one on his knee and turned the crank, and the Wizard himself asked the questions in

They all looked around the room, but of course did not see her. "In what part of the room is she?" was the

This reply amazed them all, you may be sure, and although the three girls smiled and Scraps yelled

"Hooray!" in derision, the Wizard turned to consider the matter with grave thoughtfulness. "In which one of

"The pink one has gone crazy!" exclaimed ButtonBright, staring hard at the little bear on the big bear's knee.

"I am not so sure of that," declared the Wizard. "If Ozma proves to be really in your pocket, then the little

Pink Bear spoke truly when he said Ozma was in that hole in the ground. For at that time you were also in the

hole, and after we had pulled you out of it, the little Pink Bear said Ozma was not in the hole."

"Empty that pocket, ButtonBright, and let's see what's in it," requested Dorothy.

So ButtonBright laid the contents of his left jacket pocket on the table. These proved to be a peg top, a

bunch of string, a small rubber ball and a golden peach pit. "What's this?" asked the Wizard, picking up the

"Oh," said the boy, "I saved that to show to the girls, and then forgot all about it. It came out of a lonesome

peach that I found in the orchard back yonder, and which I ate while I was lost. It looks like gold, and I never

All heads were bent over the golden peach pit. The Wizard turned it over several times and then took out his

pocket knife and pried the pit open. As the two halves fell apart, a pink, cloudlike haze came pouring from

the golden peach pit, almost filling the big room, and from the haze a form took shape and settled beside

them. Then, as the haze faded away, a sweet voice said, "Thank you, my friends!" and there before them

With a cry of delight, Dorothy rushed forward and embraced her. Scraps turned gleeful flipflops all around

the room. ButtonBright gave a low whistle of astonishment. The Frogman took off his tall hat and bowed

low before the beautiful girl who had been freed from her enchantment in so startling a manner. For a time,

no sound was heard beyond the low murmur of delight that came from the amazed group, but presently the

growl of the big Lavender Bear grew louder, and he said in a tone of triumph, "He never makes a mistake!"

"It's funny," said Toto, standing before his friend the Lion and wagging his tail, "but I've found my growl at

"That is fine," declared the big beast. "It isn't as loud or as deep as the growl of the big Lavender Bear, but it

"I was smelling in the corner yonder," said Toto, "when suddenly a mouse ran outand I growled."

The others were all busy congratulating Ozma, who was very happy at being released from the confinement

of the golden peach pit, where the magician had placed her with the notion that she never could be found or

"And only to think," cried Dorothy, "that ButtonBright has been carrying you in his pocket all this time, and

"The little Pink Bear told you," said the Bear King, "but you wouldn't believe him."

"Never mind, my dears," said Ozma graciously, "all is well that ends well, and you couldn't be expected to

know I was inside the peach pit. Indeed, I feared I would remain a captive much longer than I did, for Ugu is

"The magician was foolish to make the peach so tempting," remarked the Wizard, "but Ozma would lend

"How did you manage to conquer Ugu the Shoemaker?" inquired the girl Ruler of Oz.

Dorothy started to tell the story, and Trot helped her, and ButtonBright wanted to relate it in his own way,

and the Wizard tried to make it clear to Ozma, and Betsy had to remind them of important things they left

out, and all together there was such a chatter that it was a wonder that Ozma understood any of it. But she

listened patiently, with a smile on her lovely face at their eagerness, and presently had gleaned all the details

Ozma thanked the Frogman very earnestly for his assistance, and she advised Cayke the Cookie Cook to dry

her weeping eyes, for she promised to take her to the Emerald City and see that her cherished dishpan was

restored to her. Then the beautiful Ruler took a chain of emeralds from around her own neck and placed it

"Your wise answers to the questions of my friends," said she, "helped them to rescue me. Therefore I am

The bead eyes of the little Pink Bear stared unresponsive to this praise until the Big Lavender Bear turned the

"For my part," returned the Bear King, "I realize that you were well worth saving, Miss Ozma, and so I am

much pleased that we could be of service to you. By means of my Magic Wand I have been creating exact

images of your Emerald City and your Royal Palace, and I must confess that they are more attractive than any

"I would like to entertain you in my palace," returned Ozma sweetly, "and you are welcome to return with me

and to make me a long visit, if your bear subjects can spare you from your own kingdom."

"As for that," answered the King, "my kingdom causes me little worry, and I often find it somewhat tame and

uninteresting. Therefore I am glad to accept your kind invitation. Corporal Waddle may be trusted to care for

They remained in the wicker castle for three days, carefully packing all the magical things that had been

stolen by Ugu and also taking whatever in the way of magic the shoemaker had inherited from his ancestors.

"For," said Ozma, "I have forbidden any of my subjects except Glinda the Good and the Wizard of Oz to

practice magical arts, because they cannot be trusted to do good and not harm. Therefore Ugu must never

"Well," remarked Dorothy cheerfully, "a dove can't do much in the way of magic, anyhow, and I'm going to

keep Ugu in the form of a dove until he reforms and becomes a good and honest shoemaker."

When everything was packed and loaded on the backs of the animals, they set out for the river, taking a more

direct route than that by which Cayke and the Frogman had come. In this way they avoided the Cities of Thi

and Herku and Bear Center and after a pleasant journey reached the Winkie River and found a jolly ferryman

who had a fine, big boat and was willing to carry the entire party by water to a place quite near to the

The river had many windings and many branches, and the journey did not end in a day, but finally the boat

floated into a pretty lake which was but a short distance from Ozma's home. Here the jolly ferryman was

rewarded for his labors, and then the entire party set out in a grand procession to march to the Emerald City.

News that the Royal Ozma had been found spread quickly throughout the neighborhood, and both sides of the

road soon became lined with loyal subjects of the beautiful and beloved Ruler. Therefore Ozma's ears heard

little but cheers, and her eyes beheld little else than waving handkerchiefs and banners during all the

And there she met a still greater concourse, for all the inhabitants of the Emerald City turned out to welcome

her return, and all the houses were decorated with flags and bunting, and never before were the people so

joyous and happy as at this moment when they welcomed home their girl Ruler. For she had been lost and

was now found again, and surely that was cause for rejoicing. Glinda was at the royal palace to meet the

returning party, and the good Sorceress was indeed glad to have her Great Book of Records returned to her,

as well as all the precious collection of magic instruments and elixirs and chemicals that had been stolen from

her castle. Cap'n Bill and the Wizard at once hung the Magic Picture upon the wall of Ozma's boudoir, and

the Wizard was so lighthearted that he did several tricks with the tools in his black bag to amuse his

For a whole week there was feasting and merriment and all sorts of joyous festivities at the palace in honor of

Ozma's safe return. The Lavender Bear and the little Pink Bear received much attention and were honored by

all, much to the Bear King's satisfaction. The Frogman speedily became a favorite at the Emerald City, and

the Shaggy Man and TikTok and Jack Pumpkinhead, who had now returned from their search, were very

polite to the big frog and made him feel quite at home. Even the Cookie Cook, because she was quite a

stranger and Ozma's guest, was shown as much deference as if she had been a queen.

"All the same, Your Majesty," said Cayke to Ozma, day after day with tiresome repetition, "I hope you will

The gray dove which had once been Ugu the Shoemaker sat on its tree in the far Quadling Country and

moped, chirping dismally and brooding over its misfortunes. After a time, the Scarecrow and the Tin

Woodman came along and sat beneath the tree, paying no heed to the mutterings of the gray dove. The Tin

Woodman took a small oilcan from his tin pocket and carefully oiled his tin joints with it.

While he was thus engaged, the Scarecrow remarked, "I feel much better, dear comrade, since we found that

"And I feel much better now that my joints are oiled," returned the Tin Woodman with a sigh of pleasure.

"You and I, friend Scarecrow, are much more easily cared for than those clumsy meat people, who spend half

their time dressing in fine clothes and who must live in splendid dwellings in order to be contented and

happy. You and I do not eat, and so we are spared the dreadful bother of getting three meals a day. Nor do we

waste half our lives in sleep, a condition that causes the meat people to lose all consciousness and become as

"You speak truly," responded the Scarecrow, tucking some wisps of straw into his breast with his padded

fingers. "I often feel sorry for the meat people, many of whom are my friends. Even the beasts are happier

than they, for they require less to make them content. And the birds are the luckiest creatures of all, for they

can fly swiftly where they will and find a home at any place they care to perch. Their food consists of seeds

and grains they gather from the fields, and their drink is a sip of water from some running brook. If I could

not be a Scarecrow or a Tin Woodman, my next choice would be to live as a bird does."

The gray dove had listened carefully to this speech and seemed to find comfort in it, for it hushed its

moaning. And just then the Tin Woodman discovered Cayke's dishpan, which was on the ground quite near

to him. "Here is a rather pretty utensil," he said, taking it in his tin hand to examine it, "but I would not care

to own it. Whoever fashioned it of gold and covered it with diamonds did not add to its usefulness, nor do I

consider it as beautiful as the bright dishpans of tin one usually sees. No yellow color is ever so handsome as

the silver sheen of tin," and he turned to look at his tin legs and body with approval.

"I cannot quite agree with you there," replied the Scarecrow. "My straw stuffing has a light yellow color, and

it is not only pretty to look at, but it crunkles most delightfully when I move."

"Let us admit that all colors are good in their proper places," said the Tin Woodman, who was too

kindhearted to quarrel, "but you must agree with me that a dishpan that is yellow is unnatural. What shall

"Let us carry it back to the Emerald City," suggested the Scarecrow. "Some of our friends might like to have

it for a footbath, and in using it that way, its golden color and sparkling ornaments would not injure its

So they went away and took the jeweled dishpan with them. And after wandering through the country for a

day or so longer, they learned the news that Ozma had been found. Therefore they straightway returned to the

Emerald City and presented the dishpan to Princess Ozma as a token of their joy that she had been restored to

them. Ozma promptly gave the diamondstudded gold dishpan to Cayke the Cookie Cook, who was

delighted at regaining her lost treasure that she danced up and down in glee and then threw her skinny arms

around Ozma's neck and kissed her gratefully. Cayke's mission was now successfully accomplished, but she

was having such a good time at the Emerald City that she seemed in no hurry to go back to the Country of the

It was several weeks after the dishpan had been restored to the Cookie Cook when one day, as Dorothy was

seated in the royal gardens with Trot and Betsy beside her, a gray dove came flying down and alighted at the

"I am Ugu the Shoemaker," said the dove in a soft, mourning voice, "and I have come to ask you to forgive

me for the great wrong I did in stealing Ozma and the magic that belonged to her and to others."

"I am VERY sorry," declared Ugu. "I've been thinking over my misdeeds for a long time, for doves have little

else to do but think, and I'm surprised that I was such a wicked man and had so little regard for the rights of

others. I am now convinced that even had I succeeded in making myself ruler of all Oz, I should not have

been happy, for many days of quiet thought have shown me that only those things one acquires honestly are

"Anyhow," said Betsy, "the bad man seems truly sorry, and if he has now become a good and honest man, we

"I fear I cannot become a good MAN again," said Ugu, "for the transformation I am under will always keep

me in the form of a dove. But with the kind forgiveness of my former enemies, I hope to become a very good

"Wait here till I run for my Magic Belt," said Dorothy, "and I'll transform you back to your reg'lar shape in a

"No, don't do that!" pleaded the dove, fluttering its wings in an excited way. "I only want your forgiveness. I

don't want to be a man again. As Ugu the Shoemaker I was skinny and old and unlovely. As a dove I am

quite pretty to look at. As a man I was ambitious and cruel, while as a dove I can be content with my lot and

happy in my simple life. I have learned to love the free and independent life of a bird, and I'd rather not

"Just as you like, Ugu," said Dorothy, resuming her seat. "Perhaps you are right, for you're certainly a better

dove than you were a man, and if you should ever backslide an' feel wicked again, you couldn't do much