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

The First Surprise. THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF MO.....................................................................1

The Second Surprise. THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF THE KING'S HEAD..............................2

The Third Surprise. THE TRAMP DOG AND THE MONARCH'S LOST TEMPER..........................6

The Fourth Surprise. THE PECULIAR PAINS OF FRUITCAKE ISLAND.........................................8

The Fifth Surprise. THE MONARCH CELEBRATES HIS BIRTHDAY ............................................10

The Sixth Surprise. KING SCOWLEYOW AND HIS CASTIRON MAN ........................................14

The Seventh Surprise. TIMTOM AND THE PRINCESS PATTYCAKE ............................................16

The Eighth Surprise. THE BRAVERY OF PRINCE JOLLIKIN.........................................................22

The Ninth Surprise. THE WIZARD AND THE PRINCESS ................................................................24

The Tenth Surprise. THE DUCHESS BREDENBUTTA'S VISIT TO TURVYLAND .......................28

The Eleventh Surprise. PRINCE FIDDLECUMDOO AND THE GIANT ...........................................31

The Twelfth Surprise. THE LAND OF THE CIVILIZED MONKEYS ...............................................37

The Thirteenth Surprise. THE STOLEN PLUM PUDDING................................................................41

The Fourteenth Surprise. THE PUNISHMENT OF THE PURPLE DRAGON...................................46

I dare say there are several questions you would like to ask at the very beginning of this history. First: Who is

the Monarch of Mo? And why is he called the Magical Monarch? And where IS Mo, anyhow? And why have

your never heard of it before? And c an it be reached by a railroad or a trolleycar or must one walk all the

These questions I realize should be answered before we (that "we" means you and the book) can settle down

together for a comfortable reading of all the wonders and astonishing adventures I shall endeavor faithfully to

In the first place, the Monarch of Mo is a very pleasant personage holding the rank of King. He is not very

tall, nor is he very short; he is midway between fat and lean; he is delightfully jolly when he is not sad, and

seldom sad if he can possible be jolly. How old he may be I have never dared to inquire, but when we realize

that he is destined to live as long as the Valley of Mo exists, we may reasonably suppose the Monarch of Mo

is exactly as old as his native land. And no one in Mo has ever recko ned up the years to see how many they

have been. So we will just say that the Monarch of Mo and the Valley of Mo are each a part of the other and

He is not called the Magical Monarch because he deals in magic, for he doesn't deal in magic. But he leads

such a queer life in such a queer country that his history will surely seem magical to us who inhabit the

civilized places of the world and think that anything we can not find a reason for must be due to magic. The

life of the Monarch of Mo seems simple enough to him, you may be sure, for he knows no other existence.

And our ways of living, could he know of them, would doubtless astonish him grea tly.

The land of Mo, which is ruled by the King we call the Magical Monarch, is often spoken of as the "Beautiful

Valley." If they would only put in on the maps of our geographies and paint it pink or light green and print a

big round dot where the King's ca stle stands, it would be easy enough to point out to you its exact location.

But I cannot find the Valley of Mo in any geography I have examined, so I suspect the men who made these

instructive books really know nothing about Mo, else it would surely be on the maps.

Of one thing I am certain: that no other country included in the maps is so altogether delightful as the

Beautiful Valley of Mo. The sun shines all the time, and its rays are perfumed. The people who live in the

Valley do not sleep, because there is no night. Everything they can possibly need grows on the trees, so they

There are no poor people in this quaint Valley. When a person desires a new hat, he waits till one is ripe, and

then picks it and wears it without asking anybody's permission. If a lady wishes a new ring, she examines

carefully those upon the ring tree , and when she finds one that fits her finger, she picks it and wears it upon

There are two rivers in the Land of Mo, one of which flows milk of a very rich quality. Some of the islands in

Milk River are made of excellent cheese, and the people are welcome to spade up this cheese whenever they

wish to eat it. In the little pools near the bank, where the current does not flow swiftly, delicious cream rises

to the top of the milk, and instead of waterlilies great strawberry leaves grow upon the surface, and the ripe,

red berries lie dipping their noses into the cream as if inviti ng you to come and eat them. The sand that forms

the river bank is pure white sugar, and all kinds of candies and bonbons grow thick on the low bushes, so that

These are only a few of the remarkable things that exist in the Beautiful Valley. The people are merry,

lighthearted folk, who live in beautiful houses of pure crystal, where they can rest themselves and play their

games and go in when it rains. For i t rains in Mo as it does everywhere else, only it rains lemonade, and the

lightning in the sky resembles the most beautiful fireworks, and the thunder is usually a chorus from the

No one ever dies in this Valley, and the people are always young and beautiful. There is the King and a

Queen, besides several princes and princesses. But it is not much use being a prince in Mo, because the King

cannot die, therefore a prince is a pri nce to the end of his days, and his days never end.

Strange things occur in this strange land, as you may imagine; and while I relate some of these, you will learn

A good many years ago the Magical Monarch of Mo became annoyed by the Purple Dragon, which came

down from the mountains and ate up a patch of his best chocolate caramels just as they were getting ripe. So

the King went out to the sword tree and picked a long, sharp sword and tied it to his belt and went away to the

The people all applauded him, saying one to another, "Our King is a good King. He will destroy this naughty

But the Dragon was not alone naughty; it was bad and fierce and strong and did not want to be destroyed at

all. Therefore the King had a terrible fight with the Purple Dragon, and cut it with his sword in several places,

so that the raspberry juice whic h ran in its veins squirted all over the ground.

It is always difficult to kill Dragons. They are by nature thickskinned and tough, as doubtless everyone has

heard. Besides, you must not forget that this was a Purple Dragon, and all scientists who have studied deeply

the character of Dragons say tho se of a purple color are the most disagreeable to fight with. So all the King's

cutting and slashing had no other effect upon the monster than to make him angry. Forgetful of the respect

due to a crowned King, the wicked Dragon presently opened wide its jaws and bit his Majesty's head clean

Of course the King realized it was useless to continue the fight after that, for he could not see where the

Dragon was. So he turned and tried to find his way back to his people. But at every other step he would bump

into a tree, which made the naughty Dragon laugh at him. Furthermore, he could not tell in which direction he

As last some of the people came to see if the King had succeeded in destroying the Dragon and found their

monarch running around in a circle, bumping into trees and rocks but not getting a step nearer home. So they

took his hand and led him back to the palace, where everyone was filled with sorrow at the sad sight of the

headless King. Indeed, his devoted subjects for the first time in their lives came as near to weeping as an

"Never mind," said the King cheerfully. "I can get along very well without a head, and as a matter of fact, the

loss has its advantages. I shall not be obliged to brush my hair or clean my teeth or wash my ears. So do not

grieve, I beg of you, but he h appy and joyful as you were before." Which showed the King had a good heart,

The people, hearing him speak out of the top of his neck (for he had no mouth), immediately began to laugh,

which in a short time led to their being as happy as ever. But the Queen was not contented. "My love," she

Thereupon the King sent word throughout the Valley that anyone who could procure for him a new head

should wed one of the princesses. The princesses were all exceedingly pretty girls, and so it was not long

before one young man made a very nice head out of candy and brought it to the King. It did not look exactly

like the old head, but the face was very sweet, nevertheless, so the King put it on and the Queen kissed it at

The young man had put a pair of glass eyes in the head with which the King could see very well after he got

According to the royal promise, the young man was now called into the palace and asked to take his pick of

the princesses. They were all so sweet and ladylike that he had some trouble in making a choice, but at last

he took the biggest, thinking that h e would thus secure the greatest reward, and they were married amid great

But a few days afterward the King was caught in a rainstorm, and before he could get home, his new head

had melted in the great shower of lemonade that fell. Only the glass eyes were left, and these he put in his

Then another young man who wanted to marry a princess made the King a head out of dough, sticking in the

glass eyes, and the King tried it on and found that it fitted very well. So the young man was given the

nextbiggest princess. But the following da y the sun chanced to shine extremely hot, and when the King

walked out, it baked his dough head into bread, at which the monarch felt very lightheaded. And when the

birds saw the bread, they flew down from the trees, perched upon the King's shoulder, an d quickly ate up his

Again the good King was forced to go home to the Queen without a head, and the lady firmly declared that

this time her husband must have a head warranted to last at least as long as the honeymoon of the young man

who made it; which was not at all unreaso nable under the circumstances. So a request was sent to all loyal

subjects throughout the Valley asking them to find a head for their King that was neat and substantial.

In the meanwhile, the King had a rather hard time of it. When he wished to go anyplace, he was obliged to

hold out in front of him, between his thumbs and fingers, the glass eyes, that they might guide his footsteps.

This, as you may imagine, made his Majesty look rather undignified, and dignity is very precious to every

At last a woodchopper in the mountains made a head out of wood and sent it to the King. It was neatly

carved, besides being solid and durable; moreover, it fitted the monarch's neck to a T. So the King rummaged

in his pocket and found the glass eyes, a nd when these were put in the new head, the King announced his

satisfaction. There was only one drawbackhe couldn't smile, as the wooden face was too stiff; and it was

funny to hear his Majesty laughing heartily while his face maintained a solemn expre ssion. But the glass

eyes twinkled merrily and everyone knew that he was the same kindhearted monarch of old, although he

Then the King sent word to the woodchopper to come to the palace and take his pick of the princesses, and

preparations were at once begun for the wedding. But the woodchopper on his way to the court unfortunately

passed by the dwelling of the Purple Dra gon and stopped to speak to the monster.

Now it seems that when the Dragon had swallowed the King's head, the unusual meal made the beast ill. It

was more accustomed to berries and caramels for dinner than to heads, and the sharp points of the King's

crown (which was firmly fastened to the hea d) pricked the Dragon's stomach and made the creature

miserable. After a few days of suffering, the Dragon disgorged the head, and not knowing what else to do

When the Dragon met the woodchopper and learned he had made a new head for the King and as a reward

was to wed one of the princesses, the monster became very angry. It resolved to do a wicked thing, which

will not surprise you when you remember the beas t's purple color. "Step into my parlor and rest yourself,"

said the Dragon politely. Wicked people are most polite when they mean mischief.

"Thank you, I'll stop for a few minutes," replied the woodchopper, "but I cannot stay long, as I am expected

When he had entered the parlor, the Dragon suddenly opened its mouth and snapped off the poor

woodchopper's head. Being warned by experience, however, it did not swallow the head, but placed it in the

cupboard. Then the Dragon took from a shelf the Kin g's head and glued it on the woodchopper's neck.

"Now," said the beast with a cruel laugh, "you are the King! Go home and claim your wife and your

The poor woodchopper was much amazed, for at first he did not really know which he was, the King or the

woodchopper. He looked in the mirror, and seeing the King, made a low bow. Then the King's head thought,

"Who am I bowing to? There is no one great er than the King!" And so at once there began a conflict between

The Dragon was mightily pleased at the result of its wicked stratagem, and having pushed the bewildered

woodchopper out of the castle, immediately sent him on his way to the court. When the poor man neared the

town, the people ran out and said, "Why, th is is the King come back again. All hail, your Majesty!"

"All nonsense!" returned the woodchopper. "I am only a poor man with the King's head upon my shoulders.

You can easily see it isn't mine, for it's crooked; the Dragon didn't glue it on straight."

"Locked up in the Dragon's cupboard," replied the poor fellow, beginning to weep.

"Here," cried the King's head, "stop this. You mustn't cry out of my eyes! The King never weeps."

"I beg pardon, your Majesty," said the woodchopper meekly. "I'll not do it again."

The people were greatly amazed at this, and took the woodchopper to the palace, where all was soon

explained. When the Queen saw the King's head, she immediately kissed it, but the King rebuked her, saying

"Probably it is," replied the King, "but it is on another man. You must confine yourself to kissing my wooden

"And so you shall," said the King's head. "I don't approve your kissing that wooden head at all."

The poor lady looked from one to the other in perplexity. Finally, a happy thought occurred to her. "Why

"Just the thing!" cried the King, and, the woodchopper consenting, the exchange was made and the Monarch

of Mo found himself in possession of his own head again, whereat he was so greatly pleased that he laughed

The woodchopper, however, did not even smile. He couldn't because of the wooden face. The head he had

made for the King he now was compelled to wear himself. "Bring hither the princesses," commanded the

King. "This good man shall choose his bride at once, for he has restored to me my own head."

But when the princesses arrived and saw that the woodchopper had a wooden head, they each and all refused

to marry him, and begged so hard to escape that the King was in a quandary. "I promised him one of my

"But he hadn't a wooden head then," explained one of the girls. The King realized the truth of this. Indeed,

when he came to look carefully at the wooden head, he could not blame his daughters for not wishing to

marry it. Should he force one of them t o consent, it was not unlikely she would call her husband a blockhead,

After giving the matter deep thought, the King resolved to go to the Purple Dragon and oblige it to give up

the woodchopper's head. So all the fighting men in the kingdom were got together, and having picked ripe

swords off the sword tree, they marched in a great body to the Dragon's castle. Now the Purple Dragon

realized that if it attempted to fight all this army, it would perhaps be cut to pieces, so it retired within its

The woodchopper was a brave man. "I'll go in and fight the Dragon alone," he said, and in he went. By this

time the Dragon was both frightened and angry, and the moment it saw the man, it rushed forward and made

a snap at his head. The wooden head cam e off at once, and the Dragon's long, sharp teeth got stuck in the

wood and would not come out again; so the monster was unable to do anything but flop its tail and groan.

The woodchopper now ran to the cupboard, took out his head and placed it upon his shoulders where it

belonged. Then he proudly walked out of the castle and was greeted with loud shouts by the army, which

carried him back in triumph to the King's palace. And now that he wore his own head again, one of the

prettiest of the young princesses willingly agreed to marry him, so the wedding ceremony was performed

One day the Monarch of Mo, having nothing better to do, resolved to go hunting blackberries among the

bushes that grew on the foot of the mountains. So he put on an old crown that would not get tarnished if it

rained, and having found a tin pail in the pantry, started off without telling anyone where he was going.

For some distance the path was a nice, smooth taffy that was very agreeable to walk on, but as he got nearer

the mountains, the ground became gravelly, the stones being jacksonballs and gumdrops, so that his boots,

But the King was not easily discouraged, and kept on until he found the blackberry bushes, when he

immediately began to fill his pail, the berries being remarkably big and sweet. While he was thus occupied,

he heard a sound of footsteps coming down the mountainside, and presently a little dog ran out from the

bushes and trotted up to him. Now there were no dogs at all in Mo, and the King had never seen a creature

like this before, therefore he was greatly surprised and said, "What are you, and where do you come from?"

The dog also was surprised at this question and looked suspiciously at the King's tin pail, for many times

wicked boys had tied such a pail to the end of his tail. In fact, that was the reason he had run away from home

and found his way, by accident, to the Valley of Mo. "My name is Prince," replied the dog gravely, "and I

"Indeed! Are you in truth a prince?" exclaimed the monarch. "Then you will be welcome in my kingdom,

where we always treat nobility with proper respect. But why do you have four feet?"

"I am sorry," said the dog, who was something of a wag, "because where I come from it is more fashionable

"I like to be in fashion," remarked the King thoughtfully, "but what am I to do, having only two legs?"

"Why, I suppose you would walk on your hands and feet," replied the dog with a laugh.

"So I will," said the King, being pleased with the idea, "and you shall come to the palace with me and teach

The King got down on his hands and knees and was delighted to find he could get along in this way very

"In your mouth, of course," replied the dog. This suggestion seeming a happy one, the King took the pail in

his mouth, and they started back toward the palace. But when his Majesty came to the gumdrops and

jacksonballs, they hurt his hands and knees s o that he groaned aloud. But the dog only laughed. Finally they

reached a place where it was quite muddy. Of course the mud was only jelly, but it hadn't dried up since the

last rain. The dog jumped over the place nimbly enough, but when the King tried to do likewise, he failed,

Now the monarch had a very good temper, which he carried in his vest pocket; but as he passed over the

gumdrop pebbles on his hands and knees, this temper dropped out of his pocket, and having lost it he became

very angry at the dog for getting him into such a scrape. So he began to scold, and when he opened his

mouth, the pail dropped out and the berries were all spilled. This made the dog laugh more than ever, at

which the King pulled himself out of the jelly, jumped to his feet and began to chase th e dog as fast as he

could. Finally the dog climbed a tall tree where the King could not reach him, and when safe among the

branches, he looked down and said, "See how foolish a man becomes who tries to be in fashion rather than

live as nature intended he should! You can no more be a dog than I can be a king, so hereafter, if you are

"There is truth in what you say," replied the Monarch of Mo. "Come with me to the palace and you shall be

forgiven. Indeed, we shall have a fine feast in honor of your arrival." So the dog climbed down from the tree

and followed the King to the palace , where all the courtiers were astonished to see so queer an animal, and

After dinner the King invited the dog to take a walk around the grounds of the royal mansion, and they started

out merrily enough. But the King's boots had begun to hurt him again, for as they did not fit, being picked

green, they had rubbed his toes unt il he had corns on them. So when they reached the porch in front of the

"Tight boots," replied the dog, laughing, "but they are not very good for your feet."

Now the King, not yet having found his lost temper, became exceedingly angry at this poor jest, so he rushed

at the dog and gave it a tremendous kick. Up into the air like a ball flew the dog, while the King, having hurt

his toe by the kick, sat down on the doorstep and nursed his foot while he watched the dog go farther and

farther up until it seemed like a tiny speck against the blue of the sky. "I must have kicked harder than I

thought," said the King ruefully. "There he goes, out of sight, and I sh all never see him again!"

He now limped away into the back garden, where he picked a new pair of boots that would not hurt his feet,

and while he was gone the dog began to fall down again. Of course he fell faster than he went up and finally

landed with a crash exactly on the Ki ng's doorstep. But so great was the force of the fall and so hard the

doorstep that the poor dog was flattened out like a pancake and could not move a bit.

When the King came back, he said, "Hullo! Some kind friend has brought me a new doormat as a present,"

and he leaned down and stroked the soft hair with much pleasure. Then he wiped his feet on the new mat and

went into the palace to tell the Queen. W hen her Majesty saw the nice, soft doormat, she declared it was too

good to be left outside, so she brought it into the palace and put it on the floor before the fireplace.

The good King was sorry he had treated the dog so harshly, and for fear he might do some other dreadful

thing he went back to the place where he had lost his temper and searched until he found it again, when he

put it carefully away in his pocket, where it would stay. Then he returned to the palace and entered the parlor,

but as he passed the mat, his new boots were so clumsy he stumbled against the edge and pushed the mat

Immediately the dog gave a bark, got upon its legs and said, "Well, this is better! Now I can breathe again,

The monarch and his Queen were much surprised to find that what they had taken for a mat was only the dog

that had fallen so flat on their doorstep, but they could not forbear laughing at his queer appearance. For, as

the King had kicked the mat on the e dge, the dog was more than six feet long and no bigger around than a

lead pencil; which brought its front legs so far from its rear legs that it could scarcely turn around in the room

"But it is better than being a doormat," said the dog, and the King and Queen agreed with him in this. Then

the King went away to tell the people he had found the dog again, and when he left the palace he slammed the

front door behind him. The dog had started to follow the King out, so when the front door slammed, it hit the

poor animal so sharp a blow on the nose that it pushed his body together again, and, lo and behold! there was

After this, the dog and the King agreed very well, for the King was careful not to kick, since he had recovered

his temper, and the dog took care not to say anything that would provoke the King to anger. And one day the

dog saved the Kingdom and all the Valley of Mo from destruction, as I shall tell you another time.

Prince Zingle, who was the eldest of all the princes of the Valley of Mo, at one time became much irritated

because the King, his father, would not allow him to milk the cow with the golden horns. This cow was a

great favorite with the King because she gave as large a quantity of ice cream at a milking as an ordinary cow

does of milk, and in the warm days this was an agreeable luxury. The King liked to keep the cow with the

golden horns for his own use and that of the Queen, so Prince Zingle thought he was being abused, having a

To be sure, there was the great fountain of ice cream soda water playing constantly in the courtyard, which

was free to everyone, but the Prince longed for what he could not have. Therefore, being filled with anger

against his father, the King, he wande red away until he chanced to come near to the castle of the Purple

Dragon. When the wicked monster saw the Prince, it decided that here was a splendid opportunity to make

"I can never be a king while my father lives," continued the Prince, "and it is impossible for him to die. So

"Since you ask my advice, I will tell you," answered the naughty Dragon. "Down near Rootbeer River, where

the peanut trees grow, is a very deep hole in the ground. You must get the King to go and look into the hole,

and while he is leaning over the edg e push him in. Of course, he will not die, for that, as you say, is

impossible; but no one will know where to find him. So, your father being out of the way, you will be king in

"That is surely good advice," said the Prince, "and I will go and do it at once. Then the cow with the golden

horns will be mine, and I shall become the Monarch of Mo." The Prince turned to go back to the palace, and

as soon as he was out of sight, the horrid Dragon laughed to think what a fool it had made of the boy.

When Zingle saw his father, he called him aside and said, "Your Majesty, I have discovered something very

funny at the bottom of the hole near the peanut trees. Come and see what it is."

So the King went with the Prince without suspecting his evil design, and while he leaned over the hole, the

Prince gave him a sudden push. The next moment down fell the Monarch of Mo, way to the bottom! Then

Prince Zingle went back to the palace and beg an to milk the cow with the golden horns.

Now when the King found himself at the bottom of the hole, he at first did not know what to do, so he sat

down and thought about it. Presently a happy idea came into his head. He knew if only he was at the other

end of the hole, he would be at the top i nstead of the bottom and could make his escape. So the King took

hold of the hole, and exerting all his strength turned the hole upside down. Being now at the top, he stepped

upon the ground and walked back to the palace, where he caught Prince Zingle m ilking the cow with the

"Oho!" he said. "You wish to be King, do you? Well, we'll see about that!" Then he took the naughty Prince

by the ear and led him into the palace, where he locked him up in a room from which he could not escape.

The King now sat himself down in an ea sy chair and began to think on how he could best punish the Prince,

but after an hour of deep thought he was unable to decide on anything that seemed a sufficient chastisement

The Wise Donkey lived in a pretty little house away at the end of the Valley, for he didn't like to mix with the

gay life at the court. He had not always been wise, but at one time was a very stupid donkey indeed, and he

One Friday afternoon, just as school was letting out, the stupid donkey strayed into the schoolhouse, and the

teachers and scholars were all so anxious to get home that they never noticed the donkey, but locked him up

in the schoolhouse and went away wit hout knowing he was there. No one came into the building from Friday

afternoon until Monday morning, so the donkey got very hungry and certainly would have starved had he not

chanced to taste of a geography that was sticking out from one of the desks. T he hungry donkey decided it

was not so very bad, so he ate it all up. Then he ate an arithmetic, an algebra, and two first readers. After that

he lay down and went to sleep, but becoming hungry again, he awoke and commenced on the school library,

which he completely devoured. This library comprised all the solid and substantial wisdom in the Valley of

Mo, and when the janitor opened the schoolhouse door on Monday morning, all the books of learning in the

You can readily imagine that after he had digested all this knowledge he became very wise, and thereafter the

King and the people often consulted the Wise Donkey when their own intelligence was at fault. So now the

monarch went to the donkey's house and told him of the Prince's wickedness, asking how he could best

The Wise Donkey thought about the matter for a moment and then replied, "I do not know a worse

punishment than a pain in the stomach. Among the books I ate in the schoolhouse was a trigonometry, and

"But I cannot feed the Prince a trigonometry," returned the King. "You ate the last one yourself."

"True," answered the donkey, "but there are other things that cause pain in the stomach. You know there is a

certain island in Rootbeer River that is made of fruitcake of a very rich quality. I advise you to put the Prince

on this island and allow him nothing to eat except the fruitcake. Presently he will have violent pains in his

The King was very well pleased with this plan, and having thanked the donkey for his wise advice hurried

back to the palace. Prince Zingle was now brought from his room and rowed in a boat to the Fruit Cake

Island in Rootbeer River, where he was left wi thout any way to escape. He knew how to swim, to be sure,

but it was forbidden by law to swim in the Rootbeer, as many people came to this river to drink.

"You shall stay here," said the King sternly, "until you are sorry for your wickedness, and you shall have

The Prince laughed, because he thought the punishment was no punishment at all. When the King had rowed

away in the boat and Zingle was left alone, he said to himself, "Why, this is delightful! I shall have a jolly

time here and can eat all the cake I w ant without anyone scolding me for being greedy." He broke off a large

piece of the island where the raisins and citron were thickest and commenced to eat. But after a time he

became tired of eating nothing but fruitcake and longed for something to go w ith it. But the island did not

Presently Prince Zingle began to have a pain inside him. He paid no attention to it at first, thinking it would

pass away; but instead it grew more severe so that he began to cry out, but no one heard him. The pain

steadily increased, and the Prince wep t and rolled on the ground and began to feel exceeding sorry he had

been so wicked. Finally he seized the telephone, which was connected with the palace, and called up the

"I have a terrible pain," said the Prince with a groan, "and I'm very sorry indeed that I pushed your Majesty

down the hole. If you'll only take me off this dreadful island, I'll be the best prince in all the Valley from this

So the King sent the boat and had the Prince brought back to the palace, where he forgave his naughty

actions. Being a kind parent, he next fed his suffering son a blossom from a medicine tree, which quickly

There were great festivities in the Valley of Mo when the King had a birthday. The jolly monarch was born

so many years ago that everyone had forgotten the date. One of the Wise Men said the King was born in

February, another declared it was in May, an d a third figured that the great event happened in October. So

the King issued a royal decree that he would have three birthdays every year in order to be on the safe side,

and whenever he happened to think of it, he put in an odd birthday or two for luc k. The King's birthdays

came to be regarded as very joyful events, for on these occasions festivities of unusual magnificence were

On one occasion the King, suddenly recollecting he had not celebrated his birthday for several weeks,

announced a royal festival on a most elaborate scale. The cream puff crop was an unusually large one, and the

bushes were hanging full of the delicious ripe puffs, which were highly prized by the people of Mo. So all the

maidens got out their best dresses and brightest ribbons, and the young men carefully brushed their hair and

polished their boots, and soon the streets leading to the palace were thron ged with gay merrymakers.

When the guests were all assembled, a grand feast was served in which the newly picked cream puffs were an

important item. Then the King stood up at the head of the table and ordered his ruby casket to be brought

him, and when the people heard this, the y at once became quiet and attentive, for the Ruby Casket was one

of the most curious things in the Valley. It was given the King many years before by the sorceress Maetta,

and whenever it was opened something was found in it that no living person had se en before.

So the people, and even the King himself, always watched the opening of the Ruby Casket with much

curiosity, for they never knew what would be disclosed. The King placed the casket on a small table before

him, and then, after a solemn look at the expect ant faces, he said slowly, "Gigglegagglegoo!" which was

At once the lid flew back and the King peered within and exclaimed, "Ha!" This made the guests more

excited than before, for they did not know what he was saying "ha!" about, and they held their breaths when

the King put his thumb and finger into the bo x and drew out a little wooden man about as big as my finger.

The King stood the wooden man upon the table and then reached within the box and brought out another

wooden man dressed just the same as the other, and also holding a horn in his hand. This the King stood

beside the first wooden man, and then took out a nother, and another, until ten little wooden men were

standing in a row on the table, holding drums and cymbals and horns in their small, still hands. "I declare,"

said the King when he had stood them all up. "It's a little German band. But what a sham e it is they cannot

No sooner had the King uttered the word "play" than every little wooden man put his horn to his mouth or

beat his drum or clashed his cymbal, and immediately they began to play such delicious music that all the

Just then out from the casket leaped a tiny Baby Elephant about as large as a mouse, and began capering

about on its toes. It was dressed in short, fluffy skirts like those worn by a ballet dancer, and it danced so

funnily that all who saw it roared wit h laughter. When the elephant stopped to rest, two pretty Green Frogs

sprang from the casket and began to play leapfrog before the astonished guests, who had never before seen

such a thing as a frog. The little green strangers jumped over each other quic k as a flash, and finally one of

them jumped down the other's throat. Then, as the Baby Elephant opened his mouth to yawn, the remaining

The audience was so much amused at this feat that the Baby Elephant thought he would see what he could do

to please them, so he stood on his head and gave a great jump and disappeared down his own throat, leaving

Then all the young men caught the girls about their waists and began spinning around in a pretty dance of

their own, and the fun continued until they were tired out. The King thanked the tiny wooden musicians and

put them back in the Ruby Casket. He di d not offer to take up a collection for them, there being no money of

any kind in the Valley of Mo. The casket was then carried back in the royal treasury, where it was guarded

Just then a young man approached the King asking permission for the people to skate on the Crystal Lake,

and his Majesty graciously consented. As it was never cold in the Kingdom of Mo, there was, of course, no

ice for skating. But the Crystal Lake was composed of sugar syrup, and the sun had candied the surface of the

lake so it had become hard enough to skate on and was, moreover, as smooth as glass.

It was not often the King allowed skating there, for he feared someone might break through the crust, but as it

was his birthday he could refuse the people nothing. So presently hundreds of the boys and girls were skating

swiftly on the Crystal Lake and having rare sport, for it was just as good as ice without being cold or damp.

In the center there was one place where the crust was quite thin, and just as the merriment was at its height,

crack! went the iceor candy, ratherand down into the sugar syrup sank the Princess Truella and the

Down and down they went until they reached the bottom of the lake, and there they stood, stuck fast in the

syrup and unable to move a bit, while all the people gathered on the shore to look at them, the lake being as

clear as the clearest water. Of cour se, this calamity put an end to further skating, and the King rushed around

asking everyone how he could get his daughter and his son and his royal chamberlain out of the mess. But no

Finally the King consulted the Wise Donkey, and after he had thought the matter over and consulted his

learning, the donkey advised his Majesty to fish for them. "Fish!" exclaimed the King. "How can I do that?"

"Take a fish line and put a sinker on it to make it sink through the syrup. Then bait the end of the line with the

thing that each one of them likes best. In that way you can catch hold of them and draw them out of the lake."

"Well," said the King, "I'll try it, for of course you know what you are talking about."

"Well I have," declared the donkey haughtily, "and what I don't know about lakes and such things isn't in the

So the King went back to the Crystal Lake and got a strong fish line, which he tied to the end of a long pole.

Then he put a sinker on the end of the line and was ready for the bait. "What does the Princess Truella like

"I'm sure I do not know," replied the royal lady, "but you might try her with a kiss."

So one of the nicest young men sent a kiss to the Princess, and the King tied it to the end of the line and put it

in the lake. The sinker carried it down through the sugar syrup until the line was just before the sweet, red lips

of the pretty Princess. She took the bait at once, as the Queen had guessed, and the King pulled up the line

Then all the people shouted for joy and the Queen took the Princess Truella home to change her clothes, for

they were very sticky. "What does the Prince Jollikin like best?" asked the King.

"A laugh!" replied a dozen at once, for everyone knew the Prince's failing. Then one of the girls laughed quite

hard, and the King tied it to the end of the line and dropped it into the lake. The Prince caught the laugh at

once and was quickly drawn fr om the syrup and likewise sent home to change his clothes.

Then the King looked around on the people and asked, "What does the Chamberlain Nuphsed like best?"

But they were all silent, for Nuphsed liked so many things it was difficult to say which he liked best. So again

the King was obliged to go to the Wise Donkey in order to find out how he should bait the line to catch the

The Wise Donkey happened to be busy that day over his own affairs and was annoyed at being consulted so

frequently without receiving anything in return for his wisdom. But he pretended to consider the matter, as

was his wont, and said, "I believe the ro yal chamberlain is fond of apples. Try to catch him with a red apple."

At this the King and his people hunted all over the kingdom and at last found a tree with one solitary red

apple growing on a little branch nearly at the top. But unfortunately someone had sawed off the trunk of the

tree close up to the branches and had carried it away and chopped it up for kindling wood. For this reason

While the King and the people were considering how they might get into the tree, Prince Thinkabit came up

to them and asked what they wanted. "We want the apple," replied the King, "but someone has cut away the

Prince Thinkabit rubbed the top of his head a minute to get his brain into good working order. It was a habit

he had acquired. Then he walked to the bank of the river, which was near, and whistled three times.

Immediately a school of fishes swam up to him, and one of the biggest cried out, "Good afternoon, Prince

"I wish to borrow a flying fish for a few minutes," replied the Prince. Scarcely had he spoken when a fish

flew out of the river and perched upon his shoulder. Then he walked up to the tree and said to the fish, "Get

The flying fish at once flew into the tree and bit off the stem of the apple, which fell down and hit the King

on the nose, for, unfortunately, he was standing exactly under it. Then the Prince thanked the flying fish and

sent it back to the river, and the King, having first put a plaster over his nose, took the apple and started for

But when the apple was fastened to the fishline and let down through the syrup to the royal chamberlain,

Nuphsed refused to touch it. "He doesn't like it," said the King with a sigh, and he went again to the Wise

"Didn't he want the apple?" asked the donkey as if surprised. But you must know he was not surprised at all,

"No indeed," said the King, taking it out of his pocket. The donkey took the apple, looked at it thoughtfully

for a moment, and then ate it up and smacked his lips, for he was especially fond of apples. "What shall we

"I believe the thing Nuphsed likes best is a kind word. Bait the line with that, and you may catch him."

So the King went again to the lake and, having put a kind word on the fish line, quickly succeeded in

bringing the royal chamberlain to the shore in safety. You can well imagine poor Nuphsed was glad enough

to be on dry land again after his long immersi on in the sugar syrup. And now that all had been rescued from

the Crystal Lake, the King put a rope around the broken crust and stuck up a sign that said, "Danger!" so that

no one else would fall in. After that the festivities began again, and as there were no further accidents, the

Across the mountains at the north of the Valley of Mo there reigned a wicked King named Scowleyow,

whose people lived in caves and mines and dug iron and tin out of the rocks and melted them into bars. These

bars they then carried away and sold for mone y. King Scowleyow hated the Monarch of Mo and all his

people because they lived so happily and cared nothing for money, and he would have sent his army into the

Valley to destroy the merry people who dwelt there had he not been afraid of the sharp swords that grew on

So King Scowlyow pondered for a long time how to destroy the Valley of Mo without getting hurt himself,

and at last he hit on a plan he believed would succeed. He put all his mechanics to work and built a great man

out of cast iron with machinery inside of him. When he was wound up, the Cast Iron Man could roar and roll

his eyes and gnash his teeth and march across the Valley crushing trees and houses to the earth as he went.

For the Cast Iron Man was as tall as a church and as heavy as iron could mak e him, and each of his feet was

It took a long time to build this man, as you may suppose, but King Scowleyow was so determined to ruin the

pretty Valley of Mo that he made his men work night and day, and at last the Cast Iron Man was ready to be

wound up and sent on his journey of des truction. They stood him on the top of the mountain with his face

toward the Beautiful Valley and began to wind him up. It took a hundred men a whole week to do this, but at

last he was tightly wound, and the wicked King Scowleyow stood ready to touch t he spring that made him

"One, two, three!" said the King, and touched the spring with his finger. The Cast Iron Man gave so terrible a

roar that he even frightened the men who had made him, and then he rolled his eyes, and they flashed fire,

The next minute he raised one great foot and stepped forward, crushing fifty trees that stood in his path, and

then away he went, striding down the mountain, destroying everything that stood in his way and nearing with

The King and his people were having a game of ball that day, and the dog was acting as umpire. Suddenly,

just as Prince Jollikin had made a home run and everybody was applauding him, a terrible roaring noise

sounded in their ears, and they heard a great crashing of trees on the mountainside and saw a monstrous man

The people were so frightened they stood perfectly still, being unable to move through surprise and terror; but

the dog ran with all his might toward the mountain to see what was the matter. Just as the dog reached the

foot of the mountain, the Cast Iro n Man came tramping along and stepped into the Valley, where he ruined

in one instant a large bed of ladyfingers and a whole patch of ripe pumpkin pies. Indeed, the entire Valley

would soon have been destroyed had not the Cast Iron Man stubbed his toe aga inst the dog and fallen flat on

his face, where he lay roaring and gnashing his teeth, but unable to do any further harm.

Presently the King and his people recovered from their fright and gathered around their prostrate foe,

marveling at his great size and strength. "Had you not tripped him up," said the King to the dog, "this giant

would certainly have destroyed my kingdo m. Who do you suppose was so wicked as to send this monster to

"It must have been King Scowleyow," declared the dog, "for no one else would care to harm you, and the

"Yes," replied the monarch thoughtfully, "it must indeed have been Scowleyow, and it was a very unkind act,

for we never harmed him in any way. But what shall we do with this great man? If he is left here, he will

scare all the children with his roarin gs, and none of the ladies will care to walk near this end of the Valley.

He is so heavy that not all of us together could lift him, and even if we succeeded, we have no place to put

This was indeed true, so all the people sat down in a circle around the Cast Iron Man and thought upon the

matter intently for the space of an hour. Then the monarch asked, solemnly, as became the importance of this

The people shook their heads gravely and thought deeply for another hour. At the end of that time the dog

suddenly laughed and called out in a voice of loud that it startled them, "I have thought of a way!"

"You see," explained the dog, "the Cast Iron Man is now lying on his face. If we could only roll him over

onto his back and then raise him to his feet again, he would be turned around and would march straight back

"That is a capital idea," replied the King. "But how can we roll him over or make him stand up?"

That puzzled them all for a while, but by and by Prince Thinkabit, who was a very clever young man,

announced his readiness to undertake the job. "First bring me a feather," commanded the Prince.

The royal chamberlain hunted around and soon found for him a long, fluffy feather. Taking this in his hand,

the Prince approached the Cast Iron Man and tickled him under the left arm with the end of the feather.

"Ouch!" said the Cast Iron Man, giving a jump and rolling completely over so that he lay on his back.

"Hurrah!" cried the people, clapping their hands with joy at this successful stratagem, "the Prince is a very

Prince Thinkabit took off his hat and bowed politely to them in return for the compliment. Then he said,

So Nuphsed brought him a pin with a very sharp point, and the Prince took it and walked up to the Cast Iron

Man and gave him a sharp prod in the back with the point of the pin. "Ouch!" again yelled the Cast Iron Man,

giving at the same time such a great jump that he leaped square on his feet. But now, to their joy, they saw he

As soon as the Cast Iron Man stood up, the machinery began to work again, and he marched with great steps

up the mountainside and over into the kingdom of the wicked Scowleyow, where he crushed the King and all

And that was their punishment for being envious of the good people of Mo. As to the fate of the Cast Iron

Man, he was wound up so tightly that he kept walking straight on until he reached the sea, where he stepped

into the water, went down to the bottom , and stuck fast in the mud. And I have no doubt he is there to this

Now of all of the monarch's daughters the most beautiful by far was the Princess Pattycake. The deep blue of

her eyes made even the sky envious, and the moss roses blushed when they saw the delicate bloom on her

cheeks. The long strands of her silken h air were brighter than sunbeams, while her ears were like two tiny

pink shells from the seashore. Indeed, there was nothing in all the Valley so dainty and pretty as Princess

Pattycake, and many young men would have loved her had they dared. But alas! The Princess had a most

terrible temper and was never pleased with anything, so the young men, and even the old ones, were afraid to

She scolded from morning till night; she stamped her pretty foot with rage when anyone spoke to her; and if

ever her brothers tried to reason with her, she boxed their ears so soundly that they were glad to let her alone.

Even the good Queen could not l ove Pattycake as she did her other children, and the King often sighed when

he thought of the ugly disposition of his beautiful daughter. Of course, no one cared very much for her

society, and she sat in her room all day long refusing to join the others in their sports and games, and

One day a young man came to the court to bring pickled peaches to his Majesty, the King. This youth's name

was Timtom, and he lived so far away and came so seldom to court that never before had he seen the Princess

Pattycake. When he looked into her sw eet blue eyes, he loved her at once for her beauty, and being both

brave and bold, he went directly to the King and asked for Pattycake's hand in marriage.

His Majesty was naturally surprised at so strange a request, so he said to the young man, "What does the

"Well," said the King, much amazed at the ignorance and temerity of the youth, "go and speak to my

Timtom went at once to the room where Princess Pattycake was moodily sitting and said boldly, "I should

"What!" screamed the Princess in a great rage. "Marry me! Go away this instant, you impudent boy, or I shall

Timtom was both surprised and shocked at this outburst, but he realized that the Princess had a remarkably

bad temper. Still he was not moved from his purpose, for she was so pretty he decided not to abandon the

attempt to win her. "Do not be angry, fo r I love you," he pleaded, looking bravely into Pattycake's blue eyes.

"Love me?" echoed the surprised Princess. "That is not possible! Everyone else hates me."

"But my temper and I are one," answered the Princess harshly as she stamped her foot.

"Surely this is not so," returned the young man, "for certainly I love YOU, while your temper I do not like a

"Perhaps I might if you could cure my bad temper, but my temper will not allow me to love anyone. In fact, I

There seemed to be no help for her, so Timtom left the room sadly, and going to the King told him what she

had said. "Then that is the end of the matter," declared the King, "for no one can cure Pattycake of her bad

"I am resolved to try, nevertheless," replied Timtom, "and if I succeed, you must give me the Princess in

Then Timtom left the court and went back to his father's house, where he thought on the problem for a week

and a day. At the end of that time he was no nearer solving it than he was before, but his mother, who had

noticed that her boy was in trouble, ca me to him to ask the cause of his sad looks. Timtom told her all about

the Princess Pattycake and of his love for her and the evil temper that would not be cured.

His mother gave him her sympathy, and after some thought said to him, "You must go to the sorceress Maetta

and ask her assistance. She is a good lady, and a friend to all the King's family. I am quite sure she will aid

"Then," said he sturdily, "if this castle exists, I will surely find it, for to win Pattycake is my only hope of

The next day he set out on his journey, filled with the hope of finding Maetta's castle and securing her

assistance. Before he had gone very far, a snowstorm began to rage. Now the snowstorms in Mo are different

from ours, for the snow is popcorn, and on this day it fell so thick and fast that poor Timtom had much

difficulty in wading through it. He was obliged to stop frequently to rest, and ate a great deal of the popcorn

Finally, to his joy, it stopped snowing, and then he was able to walk along easily until he came to the River of

Needles. When he looked on this river, he was nearly discouraged and could not think of a way to get across,

for instead of water, the river flowed a perfect stream of sharp, glittering needles.

Sitting down on the bank, he was wondering what he should do when to his astonishment a small but sharp

Timtom looked down between his feet and saw a black spider which sat on a blade of grass and watched him

curiously. "I am on my way to visit the sorceress Maetta," replied Timtom, "but I cannot get across the River

"They are very sharp and would make a thousand holes through you in an instant," remarked the spider

thoughtfully. "But perhaps I can help you. If you are willing to grant me a favor in return, I will gladly build a

"I have lost an eye, and you must ask the sorceress to give me a new one, for I can see but half as well as I

"Very well, then I will build you a bridge," promised the spider, "but if you have not the eye with you when

you return, I shall destroy the bridge and you will never be able to get home again."

The young man agreed to this, for he was anxious to proceed. So the spider threw a web across the river, and

then another and another, until it had made a bridge of spiderweb strong enough for Timtom to cross over. It

bent and swayed when his weight wa s on the slender bridge, but it did not break, and after he was safe across

he thanked the spider and renewed his promise to bring back the eye. Then he hurried away on his journey,

But to his dismay, the young man shortly came to a deep gulf that barred his way as completely as had the

River of Needles. He peered down into it and saw it had no bottom, but opened away off at the other side of

the world. Here was an obstacle which might well dishearten the boldest traveler, and Timtom was so grieved

that he sat down on the brink and wept tears of disappointment. "What is troubling you?" asked a soft voice

Turning his head, the youth saw a beautiful white bird sitting beside him. "I wish to visit the castle of the

sorceress Maetta on very important business," he replied, "but I cannot get over the gulf."

"I could carry you over with ease," said the bird, "and shall gladly do so if in return you promise to grant me

"I have forgotten my song through having a sore throat for a long time," replied the bird. "So try as I may, I

cannot sing a single note. If you will agree to bring me a new song from the sorceress, I will take you over the

gulf and bring you back when you return. But unless you bring the song, I shall not carry you over again."

Timtom joyfully agreed to this bargain, and then, sitting on the bird's neck, he was borne safely across the

deep gulf. After continuing his journey for an hour without further interruption, he saw before him the edge

of a great wood and knew that in th e midst of this forest of trees was the castle of Maetta.

He thought then that his difficulties were all over, and tramped bravely on until he reached the woods. What

now, was the youth's horror on discovering on one side of his path a great lion crouched ready to spring on

anyone who ventured to enter the woo d, while on the other side was a monstrous tiger likewise prepared to

attack any intruder. The fierce beasts were growling fiercely, and their eyes glowed like balls of fire.

Timtom gladly would have turned back had such a thing been possible, for his heart was full of fear. But he

remembered that without the bird's song and the spider's eye he could never reach home again. He also

thought of the pretty face of Princess Pat tycake, and this gave him courage. Resolving to perish if need be

rather than fail in his adventure, the youth stepped boldly forward, and when he approached the snarling

At the same moment the lion leaped at him from one side and the tiger from the other, and no doubt they

would have devoured him had not Timtom's foot slipped just then and thrown him flat on the ground. The

lion and the tiger therefore met in midair, an d each one thinking it had hold of Timtom, tried to tear him to

pieces, with the result that in a few moments they had devoured each other instead of him. The youth now

strode rapidly through the wood and was getting along famously when he came to a high wall of jasper that

completely blocked his way. It was smooth as glass, and Timtom saw no way of climbing over it.

While he stood wondering how he might overcome this new obstacle, a gray rabbit hopped out from the

"Well, perhaps I can assist you," said the rabbit. "I need a new tail badly, for my old one is merely a stump

and no use at all in fly time. If you will be kind enough to get me a new tail from the sorceress Maettaa

long, nice, bushy tailI will dig under the wall and so make a passage for you to the other side."

"I shall be pleased to return the favor by bringing you the tail," declared Timtom eagerly.

"Very well, then you shall see how fast I can work," returned the rabbit. Immediately it began digging away

with its little paws, and in a very short time had made a hole large enough for Timtom to crawl under the

wall. "If you do not bring the tail," said the rabbit in a warning voice, "I shall fill up the hole again so that you

"Oh, I shall bring the tail, never fear," answered the youth, and hurried away toward the castle of Maetta,

which was now visible through the trees. The castle was built of pure white marble and was very big and

beautiful. It stood in a lovely garden f illed with blue roses and pink buttercups, where fountains of gold

spouted showers of diamonds and rubies and emeralds and amethysts, all of which sparkled in the sun so

However, he had not come to admire these things gorgeous and beautiful, though they were, but to win the

Princess Pattycake; so he walked to the entrance of the castle, and seeing no one about entered the great

doorway and passed through. He found himse lf in a passageway covered with motherofpearl, where many

electric lights were hidden in shells of most exquisite tintings. At the other end of the passage was a door

Timtom walked up to this door and knocked on it. Immediately it swung open, and the youth found himself

in a chamber entirely covered with diamonds. In the center was a large diamond throne, and on this sat

Maetta, clothed in a pure white gown, with a crown of diamonds on her brow and in her hand a golden

scepter tipped with one enormous diamond that glowed like a ball of fire. Above the throne was a

diamondcovered chandelier with hundreds of electric lights, and these made the Grand Chamber of Diamo

nds glitter so brightly that Timtom was nearly blinded and had to shade his eyes with his hand.

But after a few moments he grew accustomed to the brightness, and advancing to the throne fell on his knees

before the sorceress and begged her earnestly to grant him her assistance. Maetta was the most beautiful

woman in all the world, but she was like wise gracious and kind. So she smiled sweetly on the youth, bidding

him in a voice like a silver bell to arise from his knees and sit before her. Timtom obeyed and looked around

for a chair, but could see none in the room. The lady made a motion with he r scepter, and instantly at his side

appeared a splendid diamond chair in which the young man seated himself, finding it remarkably

"I love the Princess Pattycake," replied Timtom without hesitation, "but she has so evil a disposition that she

has refused to marry me unless I am able to cure her of her bad temper, which not only makes her miserable

but ruins the pleasure of everyone about her. So, knowing your power and the kindness of your heart, I have

been bold enough to seek your castle that I might crave your assistance, without which I cannot hope to

Maetta waved her scepter thrice above her head, and a golden pill dropped at Timtom's feet. "Your request is

granted," she said. "If you can induce the Princess to swallow this pill, her evil temper will disappear, and I

know she will love you dearly f or having cured her. Take great care of it, for if it should be lost, I cannot

give you another. Do you wish me to grant any other request before you return to the court?"

Then Timtom remembered the rabbit and the bird and the spider and told Maetta how he had promised to

bring back a gift for each of them. So the kind sorceress gave him a nice, bushy tail for the rabbit and a very

pretty song for the bird and a new, brig ht eye for the spider. These Timtom put in a little red box and placed

the box carefully in his pocket. But the golden pill he tied into the corner of his handkerchief, for that was

Having thanked the generous lady for her kindness and respectfully kissed the white hand she held out to

him, Timtom left the Chamber of Diamonds and was soon proceeding joyfully on his homeward way. In a

short time he reached the wall of jasper, but th e rabbit was not to be seen. So while he waited its coming, he

lay down to rest and, being tired by the long journey, was soon fast asleep. And while he slept, a Sly Fox

"Oho!" said the Sly Fox to himself. "This young man has been to visit the sorceress, and I'll warrant he has

some fine gift from her in that little red box I see sticking out from his pocket. I must try to steal that box and

see what is in it!" Then, while the youth slumbered unconscious of danger, the Sly Fox carefully drew the

little red box from his pocket and, taking it in his mouth, ran off into the woods with it.

Soon after this the rabbit came back, and when it saw Timtom lying asleep it awakened him and asked,

"Oh, I have brought you a fine one," replied Timtom with a smile. "It is in this little red box." But when he

searched for the box, he discovered it had been stolen. So great was his distress at the loss that the gray rabbit

was sorry for him. "I sha ll never be able to get home again," he moaned, weeping tears of despair, "for all the

"Never mind," said the rabbit. "I shall allow you to go under the wall without giving me the tail, for I know

you tried to keep your promise. I suppose I can make this stubby tail do a while longer, since it is the only

one I ever possessed. But bewar e when you come to the bird and the spider, for they will not be so kind to

you as I am. The bird has no heart at all, and the spider's heart is hard as a stone. Still, I advise you to keep up

your courage, for if you are brave and fearless, you may suc ceed in getting home after all. If you cannot

cross the gulf and the River of Needles, you are welcome to come back and live with me."

Hearing this, Timtom dried his eyes and thanked the kind rabbit, after which he crawled under the wall and

resumed his journey. He became more cheerful as he trudged along, for the golden pill was safe in the corner

of his handkerchief. When he came to the white bird and began to explain how it was he had lost the song and

could not keep his promise, the bird became very angry and refused to listen to his excuses. Nor could he

induce it to carry him again across the gulf. "I shall keep my word," decla red the bird stiffly, "for I warned

you that if you returned without the song I should refuse to assist you further."

Poor Timtom was at his wits' end to know what to do, so he sat down near the brink of the gulf and twirled

his thumbs and tried to keep up his courage and think of some plan, while the white bird strutted around in a

Now it seems that just about this time the Sly Fox reached his den and opened the little red box to see what

was in it. The spider's eye, being small, rolled out into the moss and was lost. The fox thought he would put

the bushy tail on himself and see if it would not add to his beauty, and while he did this the song escaped

from the box and was blown by the wind directly to the spot where Timtom was sitting beside the gulf. He

happened to hear the song coming, so he took off his hat and caught it, af ter which he called to the bird that

"Then I shall keep my promise," said the bird. "First, however, let me try the song and see if it is suited to my

voice." So he tried the song and liked it fairly well. "It sounds something like a comic opera," said the bird,

A minute later Timtom rejoiced to find himself on the other side of the gulf, and so much nearer home. But

when he came to the River of Needles, there was more trouble in store for him, for the spider became so

angry at the loss of its eye that it tore down the spiderweb bridge and refused to build another. This was

indeed discouraging to the traveler, and he sat down beside the river and looked longingly at the farther

shore. The spider paid no attention to him, but curled up and went to sleep, and t he needles looked at him

After a time a wren came flying along, and when it noticed the look of despair on Timtom's face, the little

Timtom related his adventures to the sympathetic wren, and when he came to the loss of the spider's eye and

the refusal of the spiteful creature to allow him to cross the bridge, the wren exclaimed with every appearance

of surprise, "A spider's eye, you say? Why, I believe that is what I have here in my claw!"

The wren hopped into his lap and, carefully opening one of its tiny claws, disclosed the identical spider's eye

which Maetta had given him. "That is wonderful!" exclaimed Timtom in amazement. "But where did you get

"I found it in the wood, hidden in the moss near the den of the Sly Fox. It is so bright and sparkling I thought

I would take it home for my children to play with. But now, as you seem to want it so badly, I shall have

Timtom thanked the little wren most gratefully, and called to the spider to come and get its eye. When the

spider tried the eye and found that it fitted perfectly and was even brighter than the old one, it became very

Having passed over the glittering needles to safety, Timtom pushed forward on his way, being urged to haste

by the delays he had suffered. When he reached the place where he had encountered the snowstorm, he found

the birds had eaten all the popcorn, so he was able to proceed without interruption. At last he reached the

Monarch of Mo's palace and demanded an audience with the Princess Pattycake. But the young lady, being in

an especially bad temper, positively refused to see him. Having overcome so ma ny obstacles, Timtom did

not intend to be thwarted by a sulky girl, so he walked boldly to the room where the Princess sat alone,

"Good day, my dear Pattycake," he said pleasantly. "I have come to cure your bad temper."

"I do not want to be cured!" cried the Princess angrily. "Go away at once, or I shall hurt you!"

"I shall not go away until you have promised to marry me," replied Timtom firmly. At this, Pattycake began

to scream with rage, and threw her shoe straight at his head. Timtom dodged the shoe and paid no attention to

the naughty action, but continued t o look at the pretty Princess smilingly. Seeing this, Pattycake rushed

forward and, seizing him by his hair, began to pull with all her strength. At the same time she opened her

mouth to scream, and while it was open Timtom threw the golden pill down he r throat.

Immediately the Princess released his hair and sank at his feet sobbing and trembling while she covered her

pretty face with her hands to hide her blushes and shame. Timtom tenderly patted her bowed head and tried to

comfort her, saying, "Do not weep, s weetheart, for the bad temper has left you at last, and now everyone will

"Can you forgive me for having been so naughty?" asked Pattycake, looking up at him pleadingly from her

"I have forgiven you already," answered Timtom promptly, "for it was not you, but the temper that made you

The Princess Pattycake dried her tears and kissed Timtom, promising to marry him, and together they went to

seek the King and Queen. Those good people were greatly delighted at the change in their daughter and

consented at once to the betrothal. A week later there was a great feast in the Valley of Mo, and much

rejoicing among the people, for it was the wedding day of Timtom and the Princess Pattycake.

There is no country so delightful but that it suffers some disadvantages, and so it was with the Valley of Mo.

At times the good people were obliged to leave their games and sports to defend themselves against a foe or

some threatened disaster. But the re was one danger they never suspected which at last came upon them very

suddenly. Away at the eastern end of the Valley was a rough plain composed entirely of loaf sugar covered

with boulders of rock candy which were piled up in great masses reaching ne arly to the foot of the

The people seldom came here, as there was nothing to tempt them, the rock candy being very hard and

difficult to walk on. In one of the great hollows formed by the rock candy lived a monstrous Gigaboo

completely shut in by the walls of its caverns. It had been growing and growing for so many years that it had

For fear you may not know what a Gigaboo is, I shall describe this one. Its body was round, like that of a

turtle, and on its back was a thick shell. From the center of the body rose a long neck much like that of a

goose, with a most horriblelooking h ead perched on the top of it. This head was round as a ball and had

four mouths on the sides of it and seven eyes set in a circle and projecting several inches from the head. The

Gigaboo walked on ten short but thick legs, and in front of its body were two long arms tipped with claws

like those of a lobster. So sharp and strong were these claws that the creature could pinch a tree in two easily.

Its eyes were remarkably bright and glittering, one being red in color, another green, and the others yello w,

It was a dreadful monster to see. Only no one had ever seen it, for it had grown up in the confinement of its

cave. But one day the Gigaboo became so big and strong that in turning around it broke down the walls of the

cavern, and finding itself at lib erty the monster walked out into the lovely Valley of Mo to see how much

The first thing the Gigaboo came to was a large orchard of preserved apricots, and after eating a great

quantity of the preserves it wilfully cut off the trees with its sharp claws and utterly ruined them. Why the

Gigaboo should have done this I cannot tell, but scientists say these creatures are by nature destructive and

One of the people, being in the neighborhood, came on the monster and witnessed its terrible deeds,

whereupon he ran in great terror to tell the King that the Gigaboo was on them and ready to destroy the entire

valley. Although no one had ever before se en a Gigaboo or even heard of one, the news was so serious that

in a short time the King and many of his people came to the place where the monster was, all having hastily

But when they saw the Gigaboo, they were afraid and stood gazing at it in alarm without knowing what to do

or how to attack it. "Who among us can hope to conquer this great beast?" asked the King in dismay. "Yet

something must be done, or soon we shall not have a tree left standing in all the Valley of Mo."

The people looked at one another in a frightened way, but no one volunteered his services or offered to advise

the monarch what to do. At length Prince Jollikin, who had been watching the monster earnestly, stepped

forward and offered to fight the Gigabo o alone. "In a matter of this kind," said he, "one man is as good as a

dozen. So you will all stand back while I see where the beast can best be attacked."

"It was the sharpest on the tree," replied the Prince. "If I fail to kill the monster, at least it cannot kill me,

although it may cause me some annoyance. At any rate, our trees must be saved, so I will do the best I can."

With this manly speech, he walked straight toward the Gigaboo, which, when it saw him approaching, raised

and lowered its long neck and twirled its head around so that all the seven eyes might get a glimpse of its

Now you must remember, when you read what follows, that no inhabitant of the Valley of Mo can ever be

killed by anything. If one is cut to pieces, the pieces still live; and although this seems strange, you will find,

if you ever go to this queer Valley , that it is true. Perhaps it was the knowledge of this fact that made Prince

Jollikin so courageous. "If I can but manage to cut off that horrible head with my sword," thought he, "the

So the Prince rushed forward and made a powerful stroke at its neck, but the blow fell short and cut off

instead one of the Gigaboo's ten legs. Quick as lightning the monster put out a claw and nipped the Prince's

arm which held the sword, cutting it fr om its body. As the sword fell, the Prince caught it in his other hand

The Gigaboo, now very angry, at once nipped off the Prince's left arm with one of its claws, and his head

with the other. The arm fell on the ground and the head rolled down a little hill behind some bonbon bushes.

The Prince, having lost both arms and his head as well, now abandoned the fight and turned to run, knowing

it would be folly to resist the monster further. But the Gigaboo gave chase, and so swiftly did its nine legs

Then, its seven eyes flashing with anger, the Gigaboo turned toward the rest of the people as if seeking a new

enemy, but the brave Men of Mo, seeing the sad plight of their Prince and being afraid of the awful nippers

on the beast's claws, decided to ru n away; which they did, uttering as they went loud cries of terror. But had

they looked back they might not have gone so fast nor so far, for when the Gigaboo heard their cries it, in

turn, became frightened, having been accustomed all its life to silenc e; so that it rushed back to its cavern of

When Prince Jollikin's head stopped rolling, he opened his eyes and looked about him, but could see no one,

for the people and the Gigaboo had now gone. So, being unable to move, he decided to be quiet for a time,

and this was not a pleasant thing for a n active young man like the Prince to do. To be sure, he could wiggle

his ears a bit and wink his eyes, but that was the extent of his powers. After a few minutes, because he had a

cheerful disposition and wished to keep himself amused, he began to whis tle a popular song, and then,

The Prince's left leg, lying a short distance away, heard his whistle and, recognizing the variations, at once

ran up to the head. "Well," said the Prince, "here is a part of me, at any rate. I wonder where the rest of me

can be." Just then, hearing t he sound of his voice, the right leg ran up to the head. "Where is my body?"

"Pick up my head and put it on top of my legs," continued the Prince, "then, with my eyes and your feet, we

can hunt around until we find the rest of me." Obeying this command, the legs took the head and started off,

and perhaps you can imagine how funn y the Prince's head looked perched on his legs, with neither body nor

arms. After a careful search they found the body lying upon the ground at the foot of a shrimpsalad tree. But

nothing more could be done without the arms, so they next searched for t hose, and having discovered them,

The arms now took the head from the legs and put the legs on the body where they belonged. Then the right

arm stuck the left arm in its place, after which the left arm picked up the right arm and placed it also where it

belonged. Then all that remained was for the Prince to place his head on his shoulders, and there he was, as

He picked up his sword and was feeling himself all over to see if he was put together right, when he chanced

to look up and saw the Gigaboo again coming toward him. The beast had recovered from its fright, and

tempted by its former success again venture d forth. But Prince Jollikin did not intend to be cut to pieces a

Presently the Gigaboo came to the tree and reached its head up to eat a cranberry tart. Quick as a flash the

Prince swung his sword downward, and so true was his stroke that he cut off the monster's head with ease.

Then the Gigaboo rolled over on its b ack and died, for wild and ferocious beasts may be killed in Mo as well

as in other parts of the world. Having vanquished his enemy, Prince Jollikin climbed down from the tree and

When they head this joyful news, they gave their Prince three cheers and loved him better than ever for his

bravery. The King was so pleased that he presented his son with a tin badge set with diamonds, on the back of

which was engraved the picture of a Gigaboo. Although Prince Jollikin was glad to be the hero of his nation

and enjoyed the triumph of having been able to conquer his ferocious enemy, he did not escape some

inconvenience. For, as the result of his adventure, he found himself very stiff i n the joints for seven days

Within the depths of the mountains which bordered the valley of Mo to the east lived a Wicked Wizard in a

cavern of rubies. It was many, many feet below the surface of the earth and cut off entirely from the rest of

the world save for one passage which led through dangerous caves and tunnels to the top of the highest

mountain. So that, in order to get out of his cavern, the Wizard was obliged to come to this mountaintop and

The Wizard was all alone, but he did not mind that, for his thoughts were always on his books and studies,

and he seldom showed himself on the surface of the earth. But when he did go out everyone laughed at him,

for this powerful magician was no taller than my knee, and was very old and wrinkled, so that he looked

The Wizard was nearly as sensitive as he was wicked, and was sorry he had not grown as big as other people,

so the laughter that always greeted him made him angry. At last he determined to find some magical

compound that would make him grow bigger. He shut himself up in his cave and searched diligently amongst

his books until, finally, he found a formula recommended by some deadandgone magician as sure to make

anyone grow a foot each day so long as the dose was taken. Most of the ingredients were qui te easy to

procure, being such as spiders' livers, kerosene oil and the teeth of canary birds, mixed together in a boiling

cauldron. But the last item of the recipe was so unusual that it made the Wizard scratch his head in perplexity.

The Wizard thought on the matter for three days, but nowhere could he think of a young and beautiful

princess who would willingly part with her big toe, even that he might grow to be as big as he wished. Then,

as such a thing was not to be come by hones tly, the Wicked Wizard resolved to steal it. So he went through

all the caves and passages until he came to the mountaintop. Standing on the point of a rock, he placed one

hand on his chin and the other on the back of his neck, and then recited the foll owing magical incantation:

No sooner had he spoken the words than he changed into a Black Crow and flew away into the Valley of Mo,

where he hid himself in a tall tree that grew near the King's palace. That morning, as the Princess Truella was

lying late in bed with one of her da inty pink feet sticking out from under the covers, in through the window

fluttered a Black Crow, which picked off her big toe and immediately flew away with it.

The Princess awoke with a scream and was horrified to find her beautiful foot ruined by the loss of her

biggest toe. When the King and Queen and the Princess and Princesses, having heard her outcry, came

running in to see what was the matter, they were each and all very indignant at the theft. But search as they

might, nowhere could they find the audacious Black Crow, nor the Princess' big toe, and the whole court was

Finally, Timtomwho was now a Princesuggested that Truella seek assistance from the kind sorceress

Maetta, who had helped him out of his own difficulties. The Princess thought well of this idea and

determined to undertake a journey to the castle. Sh e whistled for her favorite Stork, and soon the great bird

came to her side. It was pure white and of an extraordinary size. When the Stork had been saddled, the

Princess kissed her father and mother goodbye and seated herself on the bird's back, when i t instantly rose

Traveling in this pleasant way, high in the air, the Princess crossed the River of Needles and the deep gulf

and the dangerous wood and at last was set down safe at the castle gates. Maetta welcomed the pretty

Princess very cordially and on being told o f her misfortune at once agreed to assist her. So the sorceress

consulted the Oracle, which told her truly anything she wanted to know, and then said to the Princess, "Your

toe is in the possession of the Wicked Wizard who lives in the ruby cave under th e mountains. In order to

recover it, you must go yourself to seek it, but I warn you that the Wizard will put every obstacle in your path

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Truella. "I am afraid I shall never be able to get my toe from such a horrid man."

"Have courage and trust in me," returned Maetta, "for I believe my powers are stronger than his. I shall now

furnish you the weapons you must use to overcome him. Here is a magical umbrella, and in this basket which

you must carry on your arm you will find a lump of putty, an iron ball, a mirror, a package of chewing gum

and a magic veil, all of which will be very useful. Here also is a winged dagger, with which you must protect

yourself if the Wizard attempts to harm you. With these enchanted weapons and a brave heart, I believe you

Truella thanked the kind sorceress, and mounting the saddle of her Stork, flew away toward the high

mountain in which dwelt the Wicked Wizard. But the naughty man, by means of his black magic, saw her

coming and sent such a fierce wind to blow against h er that it prevented the Stork from making any headway

through the air. Therefore, in spite of his huge wings and remarkable strength, the brave bird was unable to

When Truella saw this, she put up the umbrella and held it in front of the Stork, whereupon, being shielded

from the wind, he flew easily to the mountain. The Princess now dismounted and, looking into the hole at the

top of the mountain, discovered a fl ight of stairs leading downward. Taking her basket on her arm as she had

been directed, Truella walked boldly down the steps until she came to a door. But then she shrank back in

affright, for before the door coiled a great serpent, not quite a mile lon g and fully as large around as a stick of

wood. The girl knew she must manage in some way to overcome this terrible creature, so when the serpent

opened its mouth and raised its head to bite her, she reached within the basket and, finding the lump of put ty,

threw it quickly into the serpent's mouth. The creature snapped its jaws together so suddenly that its teeth

stuck fast in the putty, and this made it so furious that it wriggled around until it had tied itself into a hard

Seeing there was no further danger, the Princess passed the door and entered a large cave which was but

dimly lighted. While she paused to allow her eyes to become accustomed to the darkness so she might see her

way, a faint rustling sound reached her e ars, and a moment later there came toward her a hideous old woman,

lean and bent, with wrinkled face and piercing black eyes. She had only one tooth, but that was of enormous

size, being nearly as large as the tusk of an elephant, and it curved out of he r mouth and down under her

chin, where it ended in a very sharp point. Her fingernails were a foot long, and they also were very sharp and

strong. "What are you doing here?" asked the old woman in a harsh voice, while she moved her horrible

"I came to see the Wizard," said the Princess calmly, "and if you will allow me to pass, I shall give you, in

"It is a dainty of which all ladies are very fond," replied Truella, taking the packet from her basket. "This is

The old woman hesitated a moment, and then said, "Well, I'll try the chewing gum and see what it is like.

There will be plenty of time to scratch out your eyes afterwards." She placed the gum in her mouth and tried

to chew it, but when she shut her jaw s together, the great tusk went straight through her neck and came out at

the back. The old hag gave a scream and put up her hands to pull out the tusk again, but so great was her

excitement that in her haste she scratched out both her own eyes and could no longer see where the Princess

So Truella ran through the cave and came to a door, on which she knocked. Instantly it flew open, and before

her she saw another cave, this time brightly lighted, but filled with knives and daggers which were flying

about in every direction. To enter t his cave was impossible, for the Princess saw she would immediately be

pierced by dozens of the sharp daggers. So she hesitated for a time, now knowing how to proceed; but

chancing to remember her basket, she took from it the iron ball, which she tossed into the center of the Cave

of Daggers. At once the dangerous weapons began to strike against the ball, and as soon as they touched it

they were broken and fell on the floor. In a short time every one of the knives and daggers had been spoiled

by contac t with the iron ball, and Truella passed safely through the cave and came to another long stairway

leading downward. At the bottom of this she reached the third cave and came upon a horrible monster.

It had the body of a zebra, the legs of a rhinoceros, the neck of a giraffe, the head of a bulldog, and three

corrugated tails. This monster at once began to growl and run toward her, showing its terrible teeth and

lashing its three tails. The Princess snatched the mirror from her basket, and as the creature came near her,

she held the glittering surface before its eyes. It gave one look into the mirror and fell lifeless at her feet,

Truella now walked through several more caves and descended a long flight of stairs, which brought her to

another door, on which was a sign that read, "A. WIZARD, Esq., Office hours: From 10:45 until a quarter to

The Princess, knowing that she had now reached the den of the Wizard who had stolen her big toe, knocked

Truella obeyed, and found herself in a large cave, the walls of which were lined with rubies. In each of the

four corners were big electric lights, and these, shining upon the rubies, filled the cave with a deep red glow.

The Wizard himself sat at his desk in one of the corners, and when the Princess entered he looked up and

exclaimed, "What! Is it you? Really, I did not expect to see you. How did you manage to pass the guards I

"Oh, that was not difficult," answered Truella, "for you must know I am protected by a power stronger than

The Wizard was much annoyed at this reply, but he knew it was true and that only by cunning could he hope

to oppose the pretty Princess. Still, he was resolved not to give up the big toe unless obliged to, for it was

necessary to complete the magic compo und. "What do you want?" he asked after a moment's thought.

The Wizard knew it was useless to deny the theft, so he replied, "Very well, take a chair and I will see if I can

But Truella feared the little man was deceiving her, so when he turned his back she took the magic veil from

her basket and threw it over her head. Immediately it began unfolding until it covered her completely from

head to foot. The Wizard walked over to a cupboard, which he opened, and while pretending to search for the

toe he suddenly turned on a big faucet that was concealed under a shelf. At once the thunder rolled, the

lightning flashed, and from the arched ceiling of the cavern drops of fire be gan to fall, coming thicker and

thicker until a perfect shower of burning drops filled the room. These fell hissing upon Truella's veil, but

could not penetrate it, for they all bounded off and were scattered upon the rocky floor, where they soon

burned themselves out. Seeing this, the Wizard gave a sigh of disappointment and turned off the faucet, when

"Please excuse this little interruption," he said as if he had not been the cause of it himself. "I'll find the toe in

a few minutes. I must have mislaid it somewhere." But Truella suspected he was up to more mischief and was

on her guard. She saw hi m stealthily press a button, and in the same instant a deep gulf opened in the floor of

the cave halfway between the Princess and the Wizard. Truella did not know what this meant at first, unless it

was to prevent her getting across the room to where her toe was. But soon she noticed that the gulf was

moving toward her, slowly but steadily, and as it extended across the cave from wall to wall, it would in time

be sure to reach the spot where she stood, when she would, of course, fall into it.

When she saw her danger, the Princess became frightened and tried to escape through the door by which she

had entered, but to her dismay she found it locked. Then she turned to look at the Wizard. The little man had

perched himself upon a high stool an d was carelessly swinging his feet and laughing with glee at Truella's

awful peril. He thought that at last he had certainly found a way to destroy her. The poor Princess looked

again into the gulf, which was gradually getting nearer and nearer, and she shuddered at its vast depths.

A cold wind began to sweep up from the abyss, and she heard mocking laughter and savage growls from

below, as if evil spirits were eagerly waiting to seize her. Just as she was giving way to despair and the gulf

had crept very close to her feet, Truella thought of her winged dagger. She drew it from her bosom, and

pointing it toward her enemy, said, "Save me from the Wizard's artFly until you reach his heart. Foil his

In a flash the dagger flew from her hand and struck the Wizard full on his breast. With a loud cry he fell

forward into the gulf, which in the same instant closed up with a crash. Then, when the rocks about her had

ceased trembling from the shock, the door swung open, leaving the Princess at liberty to go where she

pleased. She now searched the Wizard's cupboard until she found her toe, which had been safely hidden in a

little ivory box. Truella stopped only long enough to put on her toe, and then sh e ran through the caves and

up the stairways until she reached the top of the mountain again. There she found her Stork patiently awaiting

her, and having seated herself on its back, she rode safely and triumphantly back to her father's palace.

The King and Queen were delighted when she recounted to them the success of her adventure, but they

shuddered when they learned of the fearful dangers their sweet little daughter had encountered. "It seems to

me," said the good Queen, "that a big toe is scarcely worth all the trouble you have had in recovering it."

"Perhaps not," replied the Princess thoughtfully, "but a big toe is very handy to have when you wish to dance,

and after all, I succeeded in destroying the Wicked Wizard, which surely repays me for the trials I have been

The Duchess Bredenbutta was fortyseventh cousin to the Monarch of Mo, and greatgrandniece to the

Queen, so you can readily see she was nearly related to the Princess Pattycake and had blue blood in her

veins. She lived in a pretty house on the banks o f Rootbeer River, and one of her favorite amusements was to

row on the river in her boat, which, although rather small, was light as a cork.

One day, as usual, the Duchess went for a row on the river, expecting to return home in about an hour. But

after floating a long distance down the stream, she fell asleep in the boat and did not awake until she felt a

sudden shock. Then, sitting up and looking about her, she found to her alarm that the boat had drifted to the

end of the Land of Mo and was in the rapids leading to the Great Hole in the ground where the river

disappeared from view. Becoming very much frightened, Bredenbutta looked for t he oars of her boat that she

might row to the bank, but she soon discovered that the oars had fallen overboard and were lost, leaving her

The poor Duchess now began to cry out, but no one heard her. Gradually the boat came nearer and nearer to

the Great Hole, now bumping against the rocks and now spinning around with the current until at last it

paused for an instant on the very brink of t he chasm down which the river fell. The girl seized the sides of

the boat in a firm grasp, and the next moment it plunged headlong into the Hole.

After the shock was over, Bredenbutta wiped the moisture from her eyes and looked to see where she was

and what had become of her. She found that she had landed in a very remarkable country, and for a time

could do nothing but gaze in wonder on the stra nge sights that met her view. The trees were all growing on

their top branches, with their roots high in the air, and the houses rested on the tops of their chimneys, the

smoke going into the ground and the doorsteps being at the tops of the buildings. A rabbit was flying around

in the air, and a flock of skylarks walked on the ground as if they belonged there.

Bredenbutta rubbed her eyes, for at first the girl thought she must be dreaming, but when she looked again

everything was in the same unnatural position. To add to her amazement she now saw a queer creature

coming toward her. She might have taken him f or a young man, only he was just the reverse of any young

man Bredenbutta had ever seen. He stood upon his hands, which were clad in boots, and used his feet as we

use our hands, seeming to be very handy with his toes. His teeth were in his ears, and he ate with them and

heard with his mouth. He also smelled with his eyes and saw out of his nose, which was all very curious.

When he walked, he ran, and when he ran, he stood still. He spoke when he was silent and remained dumb

when he had anything to sa y. In addition to this, he wept real tears when he was pleased and laughed merrily

It was no wonder the Duchess Bredenbutta stared in surprise when such an odd creature came up to her

backward and looked at her solemnly from his pug nose. "Who are you?" asked Bredenbutta as soon as she

At this the tears rolled down his cheeks with joy. "Why, it is YOU who are upsidedown," he said. "How in

"I mean nothing of the kind," he said silently, while his nose twinkled with amusement. "This country is up,

"What country is it?" inquired Bredenbutta, much perplexed by such an absurd statement.

"Now you are here," said Upsydoun, "you may come home with me and eat some dinner."

"I shall be very glad to," answered the Duchess, who was really hungry. "Where do you live?"

"Over there," replied Upsydoun, pointing to the south, "so stay where you are and follow me." Then he

walked away on his hands in exactly the opposite direction from that he had indicated. Bredenbutta followed

him, and shortly after encountered several other people of just the same queer appearance as her conductor.

They looked out of their noses at her in great surprise, and without speaking asked Upsydoun who she was.

"The Duchess Bredenbutta," he silently answered. "I found her where the Rootbeer River bubbles up. Isn't

"She is indeed," they all answered in a still chorus, and then they followed the girl out of curiosity as boys

follow a band or a dancing bear. When they reached the house of Upsydoun, more than a hundred inhabitants

of Turvyland were at Bredenbutta's h eels and Upsydoun's thumbs. She was welcomed very kindly, however,

and the young man's mother kissed the Duchess with her left ear, an act which was considered a special mark

"Would you like to stand up and rest yourself until dinner time?" asked the lady when the girl had entered the

"No thank you," replied Bredenbutta, who was very tired. Being ignorant of their custom, she did not know

these people usually stood up when the slept or rested. Her answer seemed to satisfy Upsydoun's mother, who

"You really don't look equal to lying down," she remarked pleasantly, "so you may stand until I call you to

dinner, which will be in a long time." Then she excused herself and walked backward out of the window,

"Dear me," said the Duchess when she was left alone. "I am sure I shall never be able to understand these

strange people. But I mean to sit down anyway, and if it really is a long time before dinner, I shall probably

She had not rested more than a few minutes, however, before the lady again put her foot through the window

"Why, to me, of course," answered Upsydoun's mother, dumbly, but she winked her nose thoughtfully, as if

she scarcely knew how to converse with her strange visitor. Surely Bredenbutta ought to know that when they

In spite of her uncertainty, she followed her hostess, and when they entered the dining room the Duchess was

shocked to see all the family stand on their heads on the chairs and pick up their knives and forks with their

toes. She was more horrified, how ever, when they began to eat, for contrary to all custom these people

placed their food in their ears. And they did it so calmly that she did not even remonstrate, remembering it

must be their habit to eat in this way. She, herself, sat down in her chair in a proper manner and began to eat

with the fork in her hand, and when the people of Turvyland saw this, they all shed tears of merriment.

Just then the youngest child of the family began laughing, and the mother rushed to it as fast as her hands

would carry her to see what was the matter. But the child had only put its foot into its pocket and could not

get it out again. The mother soon managed to get it free, and then the child stopped laughing and began

weeping as happily as any of the others. Bredenbutta was greatly bewildered at all this, but she ate heartily

nevertheless, and after having begged her in vain to stand on her hands as they did, the family let her alone,

After dinner Upsydoun's sister played on the piano with her toes, while the others indulged in a dance,

whirling around on their thumbs in a manner truly marvelous, and seeming by their tears to enjoy themselves

very much. As the dance ended, a kitten c ame running into the room on its ears and the tip of its tail, and this

looked so funny that Bredenbutta began laughing. But seeing she had frightened her kind friends, who

wanted to send for a doctor, she refrained from laughing and asked gravely if she could not find a way to

"The only possible way of getting down there," replied Upsydoun, "is to jump into the Rootbeer River, but

"Any danger," said the Duchess, "I will gladly brave, for otherwise I shall be obliged to spend my entire life

down here among people whose ways are exactly opposite to my own. If you will kindly take me to the river,

They goodnaturedly assented to do this, and walked backward with her until they came to the place where the

river bubbled up. It really did bubble UP, Bredenbutta noticed, although she knew very well she had fallen

DOWN the Great Hole. But then, everyt hing was topsyturvy in this strange land. The girl found her little

boat, which had stranded on the beach, and having placed it where she could push it into the river, she turned

"I am glad to see you go," said Upsydoun without speaking, "for I like you. But you are a strange creature,

and perhaps know what is best for you. Here are some oars for your boat, for I see you have none, and when

you get down to your country you may need them." Bredenbutta joyfully accepted the oars, and placed them

in her boat. Then the people of Turvyland all kissed her with their left ears and waved their toes in farewell,

Instantly she was in the midst of such a whirling of foam and rushing and roaring of root beer that she could

neither see nor hear anything. Gasping for breath, the girl clung tightly to the sides of the boat, and in a few

minutes it was all over, and th e boat bobbed up in the Valley of Mo, just above the Great Hole. Bredenbutta

then seized the oars and rowed hard until there was no danger of her falling in again, and soon she had passed

Of course the Duchess was very glad again to be among the people who acted in a natural manner instead of

the absurd fashion of her friends the Turvylanders. She resolved that whenever she rowed her boat upon the

river again, she would be careful to kee p away from the Great Hole, for she realized that another visit to

It happened one morning that the Monarch of Mo was not in his usual pleasant humor, and of course there

was an excellent reason for this. At the back of his garden grew one tree that generally bore an abundant crop

of animal crackers, and although the Ki ng and his court, being surfeited with all the dainties of the land, did

not care much for these edibles, the younger inhabitants of Mo were especially fond of them, and yelled with

A few days before the King had examined the tree and found the animal crackers not quite ripe. Whereupon

he had gone away and forgotten all about them. And in his absence they had ripened to a delicious light

brown, and their forms had rounded out so t hat they hung as thickly together as peas in a pod. As they swung

from their stems, swaying backward and forward in the light breeze, they waited and waited for someone to

come and pick them. But no one came near the tree, and the animals grew cross and restless in consequence.

"I wonder when we shall be gathered," remarked a hippopotamus cracker with a yawn.

"Oh, you wonder, do you?" mockingly replied a camel cracker hanging near. "Do you really expect anyone to

gather YOU, with your thick hide and clumsy legs? Why, the children would break their teeth on you at the

"What!" screamed the hippopotamus in much anger. "Do you dare insult ME, you humpbacked beast of

"Now then, now then!" interrupted a wolf cracker that hung from a stem just above them. "What's the use of

But the camel cracker would not be appeased. "Thickheaded brute!" he yelled at the hippopotamus angrily.

At this the camel swung himself fiercely on his branch and bumped against the hippopotamus, knocking him

off from the tree. The ground underneath was chocolate, and it was soft and sticky, not having dried since the

last rain. So when the hippopotamus fell, he sank halfway into the ground, and his beautiful brown color was

spattered with the muddy chocolate. At this vengeful deed on the part of the camel, all the other animals

became furious. A fullgrown goat cracker swung himself against the camel and knocked it, in turn, from its

stem, and in falling on the ground it broke its hump off. Then a lion cracker knocked the goat down, and an

elephant knocked a cat down, and soon the whole tree was in a violent commotion. The animals fought with

each o ther so desperately that before long the entire treeful of animal crackers had fallen to the ground,

where many lay broken and disfigured, and the remainder were sunk deep in the chocolate mud.

So when the King, finally remembering his tree, came and looked on the sorry sight, it dampened his usual

good spirits, and he heartily wished he had picked the quarrelsome crackers before they began to fight among

themselves. While he stood thinking di smally on this, up came Prince Fiddlecumdoo and asked permission

"I am tired of this beautiful Valley," answered Fiddlecumdoo, "and as the bicycle tree beside the Crystal Lake

is now hanging full of ripe wheels, I thought I would gather one and ride over into the next valley in search of

adventure." You see, this Pri nce was the King's youngest son, and had been rather spoiled by petting, as

"The next valley, my son, is inhabited by the great Hartilaf," said the King, "and should you meet him, he

"Oh, I am not afraid of Hartilaf," replied Fiddlecumdoo boldly. "If he should not be pleasant to me, I could

"I don't know about that," responded the King. "There may be bicycle trees in the next valley as well as here,

and it is always dangerous and foolish for anyone to leave this Valley, where there is everything that heart

could wish. Instead of running a way in search of adventure, you would do better to remain at home and help

"Yet somebody has to pick the collar buttons," returned the King, "or we should be unable to keep our collars

"Then let Jollikin help my mother. I am horribly tired of this stupid place, and shall not be happy until I have

"Well, well! Go if you wish," answered the King impatiently. "But take care of yourself, for when you are

"I can take care of myself," cried the Prince, "so do not worry about me." And he ran away quickly before his

father had time to change his mind and withdrew his consent. He selected the best and ripest bicycle on the

tree, and having mounted it, was s oon speeding away along the path to the mountains.

When he reached the far eastern part of Mo, he came on a bush bearing a very good quality of violins, and

this at once attracted Fiddlecumdoo, who was a most excellent violinist, being able to play correctly a great

number of tunes. So he dismounted and selected from the bush a small violin that seemed to have a sweet

tone. This he carried with him under his arm, thinking if he became lonesome he could amuse himself with

Shortly after resuming his journey, he came to the Maple Plains, a level stretch of country composed entirely

of maple sugar. These plains were quite smooth and very pleasant to ride on, but so swiftly did his bicycle

carry him that he soon crossed the plains and came on a river of pure maple syrup, so wide and deep that he

Dismounting from his bicycle, the Prince began looking for some means of crossing the river. No bridge was

visible in either direction, and the bank was bare save for a few low bushes on which grew maple bonbons

and maple caramels. But Prince Fiddlecum doo did not mean to be turned back by so small a matter as a

river, so he scooped a hole in the maple sand and, having filled it with syrup from the river, lighted a match

and began boiling it. After it had boiled for a time, the maple syrup became strin gy, and the Prince quickly

threw a string of it across the river. It hardened almost immediately, and on this simple bridge the Prince rode

Once on the other side, he sped up the mountain and over the top into the next valley, where he stopped and

began to look about him. He could see no roads in any direction, but away down at the foot of the valley was

a monstrous house, so big you could easily put a small village inside it, including the church. This,

Fiddlecumdoo thought, must be where the giant lived, and although he saw no one about the house, he

decided to make a call and introduce himself to Mr. Hartilaf. So he rode slowly down th e valley, playing on

The giant Hartilaf was lying on the sofa in his sitting room, waiting for his wife to prepare the dinner, and he

had nearly fallen asleep when the sound of Fiddlecumdoo's music fell on his ear. This was so unusual in his

valley that the giant arose and went to the front door to see what caused it. The Prince had by this time nearly

reached the house, and when the giant appeared, he was somewhat startled, as he had not expected to see

anyone quite so big. But he took care not to show any fear, and taki ng off his hat he bowed politely to the

"That is my name," replied the giant, grinning at the small size of his visitor. "May I ask who you are?"

"I am Prince Fiddlecumdoo, and I live in the next valley, which is called the Valley of Mo. Being determined

to see something of the world, I am traveling for pleasure, and have just dropped in on you for a friendly

"You are very welcome, I am sure," returned the giant. "If you will graciously step into my humble home, I

shall be glad to entertain you at dinner." Prince Fiddlecumdoo bowed low and accepted the invitation, but

when he endeavored to enter the house, he found the steps so big that even the first one was higher than his

Seeing his difficulty, the giant carefully picked him up with one finger and his thumb and put him down in

the palm of his other hand. "Do not leave my bicycle," said the Prince, "for should anything happen to it, I

could not get home again." So the gia nt put the bicycle in his vest pocket, and then he entered the house and

"Guess what I've found," said the giant to his wife, holding his hand doubled up so she could not see the

"Go away and don't bother me," she replied, bending over the stewpan, "or you won't have any dinner today."

The giant, however, was in a merry mood, and for a joke he suddenly opened his hand and dropped the Prince

down his wife's neck. "Oh, oh!" she screamed, trying to get at the place where the Prince had fallen, which

was near the small of her back. "What is it? I'm sure it's some horrible crocodile, or dragon, or something that

will bite me!" And the poor woman lay down on the carpet and began to kick her heels against the floor in

The giant roared with laughter, but the Prince, now being able to crawl out, scrambled from the lady's neck

and, standing beside her head, he made a low bow and said, "Do not be afraid, Madam. It is only I. But I must

say it was a very ungallant trick for your husband to play on you, to say nothing of my feelings in the matter."

"So it was," she exclaimed, getting upon her feet again and staring curiously at Fiddlecumdoo. "But tell me

The giant, having enjoyed his laugh, now introduced the Prince to his wife, and as dinner was ready to serve,

they sat down at the table together. Fiddlecumdoo got along very well at dinner, for the giant thoughtfully

placed him on the top of the table, where he could walk around as he pleased. There being no knife nor fork

small enough for him to use, the Prince took one of the giant's toothpicks, which was as big as a sword, and

When the meal was over, the giant lighted his pipe, the bowl of which was as big as a barrel, and asked

Fiddlecumdoo if he would kindly favor them with some music. "Certainly," replied the Prince.

"Please come into the kitchen," said the giantess, "for then I can listen to the music while I am washing the

The Prince did not like to refuse this request, although at home he was not allowed to enter his mother's

kitchen, so the giant carried him in and placed him on a high shelf, where Fiddlecumdoo seated himself on a

spool of thread and began to play his vi olin. The big people enjoyed the music very much at first, for the

About a month before, the giant had caught several dancing bears in the mountains, and having brought them

home, had made them into strings of sausages. These were hanging in graceful festoons from the beams of

the kitchen ceiling, awaiting the time whe n they should be eaten. Now when the dancingbear sausages

heard the music of Fiddlecumdoo's violin, they could not resist dancing, for it is well known that sausages

made from real dancing bears cannot remain quiet where there is music. The Prince was playing such a lively

tune that presently the strings of sausage broke away from the ceiling and fell clattering to the floor, where

they danced about furiously. Not being able to see where they were going, they bumped against the giant and

his wife, thu mping them on their heads and backs and pounding them so severely that the woman became

Seeing their plight, Fiddlecumdoo stopped playing, and at once the sausages fell to the floor and lay still.

"That was strange," said the giant as soon as he could catch his breath. "The bears evidently do not forget

how to dance even after they are ch opped up into sausage meat. I must beg you to abandon your concert for

the present, but before you visit us again we shall have eaten the sausages, and then you may play to your

"Had I known they were so lively," remarked the giantess as she crawled from beneath the table, "we should

"That reminds me that I intended to have stewed polar bears for supper," continued the giant, "so I think I

"Perhaps the Prince would prefer elephant pie," suggested the lady, "and in that case you might make a run

"I have no choice in the matter," said the Prince, "never having eaten either. But is it not rather a long journey

"Not at all!" protested the giant. "I shall enjoy the walk and can easily be back by sundown. Won't you come

with me?" he asked the boy. But Fiddlecumdoo did not like the idea of so long a journey and begged to be

excused. The giantess brought her lor d a great bag to put the polar bears in, and he prepared to start. "I leave

you to amuse my wife during my absence," he said to the Prince. "Pray make yourself entirely at home and

use my castle as you would your own house, and if I have good luck you s hall eat a delicious polar bear stew

for your supper." Then he slung the sack across his back and went away, whistling merrily. And so great were

"This is my busy day," said the giantess to Fiddlecumdoo, "and I fear I shall not be able to entertain you in a

proper manner, for I must hasten to the laundry to wash the clothes. However, if you care to accompany me,

"I shall take great pleasure in visiting your laundry," he replied, "for never before have I been in such a place.

And surely it will be more agreeable to watch you at your work than to spend the day alone in these great

"Come along, then," she said, and picking him up she placed him in the pocket of her apron, for she knew he

would be unable to walk down the flight of stairs that led to the laundry. He was very comfortable in the

pocket, which was just deep enough to a llow his head and shoulders to project from the top. Therefore he

was able to see all that was going on while the lady was at work. He watched her wash and rinse the clothes,

By and by the giantess brought an immense clothes wringer from a shelf, and having fastened it to the side of

the big washtub, began to wring out the clothes. Prince Fiddlecumdoo had never seen a clothes wringer

before, and so pleased was he with the no velty of it that he leaned far out of the pocket to watch it work. But

unfortunately he lost his balance, and before he knew what had happened to him had fallen from the pocket

and lay sprawling on one of the giant's shirts, which was just then passing t hrough the wringer.

The woman did not notice his fall, and the next instant he was drawn between the two great rollers and came

out on the other side as thin and flat as a sheet of paper. Then the giant's wife saw what she had done, and

realizing how serious was the Prince 's condition, the good lady was much grieved over the accident. She

picked Fiddlecumdoo up and tried to stand him on his feet, but he was so thin that at the least draft he

fluttered like a flag, while a puff of wind would blow him completely over. "Dea r me!" exclaimed the

"I really do not know what will become of me," replied the Prince. "I am certainly no good in this condition. I

cannot even walk across the room without toppling over. Can not you manage to push me together again?"

The giantess tried to do this, but the Prince was so sharp that his edges hurt her hands, and all she could do

was to fold him up and carry him into the drawing room, where she laid him carefully on the center table. Just

before the giant returned from Alaska, bringing several fat polar bears in his bag, and scarcely had he set foot

"You will find him on the drawing room table," said the giantess. "I accidentally ran him through the clothes

wringer this afternoon, and the poor boy is as thin as a pie crust. So I folded him up and put him away until

The giant immediately went to the table and unfolded Fiddlecumdoo, asking him how he felt. "Very

miserable," answered the Prince, "for I cannot move at all when I am folded up. Where is my bicycle?"

The giant searched all his pockets, but could not find it. "I must have lost in on my journey to Alaska," he

"That is a puzzle," the giant responded thoughtfully. "I do not see how you could ride on a bicycle even if

"I might try," answered Fiddlecumdoo hopefully. So the giant stood him up, and he tried to walk edgewise.

But whenever a breath of wind struck him, he fell over at once, and several times he got badly crumpled up,

"This certainly will not do at all," declared the giant, "for not only are you getting wrinkled, but you are liable

to be blown away altogether. I have just thought of a plan to get you back into the Valley of Mo again, and

when you are in your own coun try your friends may get you out of the scrape the best way they can."

Hartilaf then made the Prince into a neat roll and tied a string around the middle to hold it in place. Then he

tucked the roll under his arm and carried it to the top of the mountain that stood between the two valleys.

Placing the Prince carefully on the ground, he started him rolling, and in a short time he had rolled down the

mountainside into the Valley of Mo. At first the people were much frightened, not knowing what this strange

thing could be that had come rolling into their midst. They stood around curiously looking at the roll but

afraid to touch it, when suddenly Fiddlecumdoo began to cry out. And then, so fearful was the sound, they all

Prince Thinkabit, however, being more courageous than the rest, at last ventured to approach and cut the

string that fastened the roll. Instantly it opened, and to their amazement the people saw what it was. "Upon

my word, it is brother Fiddlecumdoo!" c ried Prince Thinkabit. "The giant must have stepped on him."

"No indeed," said poor Fiddlecumdoo. "I've been run through a clothes wringer, which is much worse than

being stepped on." With many expressions of pity, the kind people stood the Prince up and helped him to the

palace, where the King was greatly shock ed at his sad plight. Fiddlecumdoo was so broad that the only thing

he could sit down on was the sofa, and he was so thin that when Princess Pattycake sneezed, he was blown

halfway across the room. At dinner he could eat nothing that was not sliced as t hin as a shaving, and so sad

was his predicament that the King determined to ask the Wise Donkey what could be done to relieve his

After hearing all the particulars of the accident, the Donkey said, "Blow him up."

"I did blow him up for being so careless," replied the King, "but it didn't make him any thicker."

"What I mean," explained the Donkey, "is to bore a hole in the top of his head and blow air into him until he

resumes his natural shape. Then, if he takes care of himself, he soon will be all right again."

So the King returned to the palace and bored a hole in Fiddlecumdoo's head, and then pumped him full of air

with a bicycle pump. When he had filled out into his natural shape, they put a plug in the hole and stopped it

up, and after that Fiddlecumdoo co uld walk around as well as before his accident. His only danger now was

that he might get punctured, and indeed his friends found him one day lying in the garden all flattened out

again, the Prince having pricked his finger on a rosebush and thereby allo wed his air to escape. But they

Fiddlecumdoo had such a horror of being flat that if his father ever wished to make him behave, he threatened

to stick a pin into him, and that always had the desired effect. After several years, the Prince, being a hearty

eater, filled up with solid fl esh and had no further use for the air pump, but his experience had made him so

nervous that he never again visited the giant Hartilaf for fear of encountering another accident.

I must now tell you of a very strange adventure that befell Prince Zingle, which, had it not turned out exactly

as it did, might have resulted in making him a captive for life in a remarkable country. By consulting Smith's

History of Prince Zingle, you will notice that from boyhood he had a great passion for flying kites, and unlike

other boys he always undertook to make each kite larger than the last one. Therefore his kites grew in size

and became larger and larger, until at length the Prince made one twice as tall as himself.

When it was finished, he was very proud of this great kite, and took it out to a level place to see how well it

would fly, being accompanied by many of the people of Mo, who took considerable interest in the Prince's

amusement. There happened to be a st rong south wind blowing, and fearing the kite might get away from

him, Zingle tied the string around his waist. It flew beautifully at first, but pulled so hard the Prince could

At last, when the string was all let out, there came a sudden gust of wind, and in an instant poor Zingle was

drawn into the air as easily as an ordinary kite draws its tail. Up and up he soared, and the kite followed the

wind and carried him over many countries until the strength died out of the air, when the kite slowly settled

He now untied the string from his waist and fastened it to a branch of the tree, as he did not wish to lose the

kite after all his bother in making it. Then he began to climb down to the ground, but on reaching the lower

branches he was arrested by a mo st curious sight. Standing on the ground and gazing up at him were a dozen

monkeys, all very neatly dressed and all evidently filled with surprise at the Prince's sudden appearance in the

"What a very queer animal!" exclaimed an old monkey who wore a tall silk hat and had white kid gloves on

his hands. Gold spectacles rested on his nose, and he pointed toward the Prince with a goldheaded cane. By

his side was a littlegirl monkey dress ed in pink skirts and a blue bonnet, and when she saw Zingle she clung

"Oh, grandpapa!" she cried. "Take me back to mama. I'm afraid the strange beast will bite me."

Just then a big monkey wearing a blue coat with brass buttons and swinging a short club in his hand strutted

up to them and said, "Don't be afraid, little one. The beast can't hurt you while I'm around!" And then he

tipped his hat over his left ear and shook his club at the Prince as if he did not know what fear meant.

Two monkeys who were dressed in red jackets and carried muskets in their hands then came running up, and

having looked at Zingle with much interest, they called for someone to bring them a strong rope. "We will

"I do not know. But some of our college professors can doubtless tell, and even if they can't, they will give it

All this time Prince Zingle remained clinging to the branches of the tree. He could not understand a word of

the monkey language, and therefore had no idea what they were talking about, but he judged from their

actions that the monkeys were not friendly . When they brought a long and stout rope and prepared to throw

one end of it over his head in order to capture him, he became angry and called out to them, "Stop, I

command you! What is the meaning of this strange conduct? I am Prince Zingle, oldest s on of the Monarch

of Mo, and since I have been blown into your country through an accident, I certainly deserve kind treatment

But this speech had no meaning in the ears of the monkeys, who said to each other, "Hear him bark! He

jabbers away almost as if he could talk!" By this time a large crowd of monkeys had surrounded the tree,

some being barefooted boymonkeys and some la dy monkeys dressed in silken gowns and gorgeous

rainment of the latest mode, and others menmonkeys of all sorts and conditions. There were dandified

monkeys and soberlooking business monkeys as well as several who appeared to be politicians and officia ls

"Stand back, all of you!" shouted one of the soldiers. "We're going to capture this remarkable beast for the

royal menagerie, and unless you stand out of the way, he may show fight and bite someone." So they moved

"Stop!" cried Zingle again. "Do you take me for a thief that you try to bind me? I am a prince of the royal

blood, and unless you treat me respectfully, I shall have my father, the King, march his army on you and

"He barks louder," said the soldier. "Look out for him, he may be dangerous." The next moment he threw the

rope and caught poor Zingle around his arms and body so that he was helpless. Then the soldier monkey

At first the monkeys all pressed backward, as if frightened, but their soldiers cried out, "We've got him. He

Then one of them approached the Prince and punched him with a stick, saying, "Stand up!" Zingle did not

understand the words, but he resented being prodded with the stick, so he sprang up and rushed on the

soldier, kicking the stick from his hands, his own arms being bound by the rope. The monkeys screamed and

rushed in every direction, but the other soldier came behind the Prince and knocked him down with the butt

of his gun. Then he tied his legs with another rope, and seeing him thus bound the crow d of monkeys, which

had scattered and fallen over one another in their efforts to escape, came creeping back and looked on him

"We've subdued him at last," remarked the soldier who had been kicked. "But he's a very fierce animal, and I

shall take him to the Zoo and lock him in one of the strongest cages." So they led poor Zingle away to where

the Royal Zoological Gardens were l ocated, and there they put him into a big cage with iron bars, the door

being fastened with two great padlocks. Before very long, every monkey in the country learned that a strange

beast had been captured and brought to the Zoo, and soon a large crowd ha d gathered before Zingle's cage to

"Isn't he sweet!" said a lady monkey who held a green parasol over her head and wore a purple veil on her

"Sweet!" grunted a manmonkey standing beside her. "He's the ugliestlooking brute I ever saw! Scarcely

has any hair on him at all, and no tail, and very little chin. I wonder where on earth the creature came from?"

"It may be one of those beings from which our race is descended," said another onlooker. "The professors say

"Heaven forbid!" cried a dandymonkey whose collar was so high that it kept tipping his hat over his eyes.

"If I thought such a creature as that was one of my forefathers, I should commit suicide at once."

Zingle had been sitting on the floor of his cage and wondering what was to become of him in this strange

country of monkeys, and now, to show his authority, one of the keepers took a long stick and began to poke

the Prince to make him stand up. "Stop th at!" shouted the angry captive, and catching hold of the stick, he

jerked it from the keeper's hand and struck him a sharp blow on the head with it.

All the lady monkeys screamed at this, and the menmonkeys exclaimed, "What an ugly disposition the beast

The childrenmonkeys began to throw peanuts between the bars of the cage, and Zingle, who had become

very hungry, picked them up and ate them. This act so pleased the little monkeys that they shouted with

laughter. At last two solemnlooking monkeys wi th gray hair and wearing long black coats and white

neckties came up to the cage, where they were greeted with much respect by the other monkeys. "So this is

the strange animal," said one of the newcomers, putting on his spectacles and looking sharply at the captive.

The other aged monkey also regarded the Prince critically before he answered, "I cannot say I have ever seen

a specimen of this genus before. But one of our textbooks mentions an obscure animal called Homo

Peculiaris, and I have no doubt this is one of that family. I shall write an article on the creature and claim he

is a Homo, and without doubt the paper will create quite a stir in the scientific world."

"See here," suddenly demanded Prince Zingle, standing up and shaking the bars of his cage, "are you going to

Not knowing what he said, none of the monkeys paid any attention to this question. But one of the

professormonkeys appeared to listen attentively and then remarked to his friend, "There seems to be a

smoothness and variety of sound in his speech that i ndicates that he possesses some sort of language. Had I

time to study this brute, I might learn his method of communicating with his fellows. Indeed, there is a

However, the professor not yet having learned his language, Prince Zingle was obliged to remain hungry. The

monkeys threw several cocoanuts into the cage, but the prisoner did not know what kind of fruit these were,

so after several attempts to bite the hard shell, he decided they were not good to eat. Day after day now

passed away, and although crowds of monkeys came to examine Zingle in his cage, the poor Prince grew

very pale and thin for lack of proper food, while the continuance of his unhappy imp risonment made him sad

and melancholy. "Could I but escape and find my way back to my father's valley," he moaned wearily, "I

Often he begged them to let him go, but the monkeys gruffly commanded him to "stop his jabbering" and

poked him with long sticks having sharp points, so that the Prince's life became one of great misery. At the

end of about two weeks a happy relief came to Zingle, for then a baby hippopotamus was captured and

brought to the Royal Zoo, and after this the monkeys left the Prince's cage and crowded around that of the

Finding himself thus deserted, Prince Zingle began to seek a means of escape from his confinement. His first

attempt was to break the iron bars, but soon he found they were too big and strong. Then he shook the door

with all his strength, but the big p adlocks held firm and could not be broken. Then the prisoner gave way to

Suddenly he heard a great shout from the direction of the cage where the baby hippopotamus was confined,

and rising to his feet, the Prince walked to the bars and attempted to look out and discover what was causing

the excitement. To his astonishment, h e found he was able to thrust his head between two of the iron bars,

having grown so thin through hunger and abuse that he was much smaller than when the monkeys had first

captured him. He realized at once that if his head would pass between the bars, hi s body could be made to do

so likewise. So he struggled bravely and at last succeeded in squeezing his body between the bars and leaping

Finding himself at liberty, the Prince lost no time in running to the tree where he had left his kite. But on the

way some of the boymonkeys discovered him and raised a great cry, which soon brought hundreds of his

enemies in pursuit. Zingle had a goo d start, however, and soon reached the tree. Quickly he climbed up the

trunk and branches until he had gained the limb where the string of his kite was still fastened, Untying the

cord, he wound it around his waist several times, and then, finding a stro ng north wind blowing, he skillfully

tossed the kite into the air. At once it filled and mounted to the sky, lifting Zingle from the tree and carrying

It was fortunate he got away at that moment, for several of the monkeys had scrambled up the tree after him

and were almost near enough to seize him by the legs when, to their surprise, he shot into the air. Indeed, so

amazed were they by this remarkabl e escape of their prisoner that the monkeys remained staring into the air

until Prince Zingle had become a little speck in the sky above them and finally disappeared. That was the last

our Prince ever saw of the strange country of the monkeys, for the wi nd carried his kite straight back to the

Valley of Mo. When Zingle found himself above his father's palace, he took out his pocketknife and cut the

string of the kite and immediately fell headforemost into a pond of custard that lay in the back yard, wh ere

Nuphsed, who was sitting on the bank of the custard lake, was nearly frightened into fits by the sight, and he

ran to tell the King that a new meteor had fallen and ruined one of his floating islands. Thereupon the

monarch and several of his courtiers ru shed out and found Prince Zingle swimming ashore, and the King was

so delighted at seeing his lost son again that he clasped him joyfully in his arms.

The next moment he regretted this act, for his best ermine robe was smeared its whole length with custard

and would need considerable cleaning before it would be fit to wear again. The Prince and the King soon

changed their clothes, and then there was m uch rejoicing throughout the land. Of course the first thing Zingle

asked for was something to eat, and before long he was sitting before a table heaped with all sorts of good

The people crowded around him, demanding the tale of his adventures, and their surprise was only equaled

by their horror when they learned he had been captured by a band of monkeys and shut up in a cage because

he was thought to be a dangerous wild beast . Experience is said to be an excellent teacher, although a very

cruel one. Prince Zingle had now seen enough of foreign countries to remain contented with his own

beautiful Valley, and although it was many years before he again attempted to fly a kite, it was noticed that

The King's plum pudding crop had for some time suffered from the devastations of a secret enemy. Each day

as he examined the vines, he found more and more of the plum pudding missing, and finally the monarch

called his Wise Men together and asked them w hat he should do. The Wise Men immediately shut their eyes

and pondered so long over the problem that they fell fast asleep. While they slept, still more of the plum

pudding was stolen. When they awoke, the King was justly incensed and told the Wise Men that unless they

discovered the thief within three days, he would give them no cake with their ice cream.

This terrible threat at last aroused them to action, and after consulting together they declared that in their

opinion it was the Fox that had stolen the pudding. Hearing this, the King ordered out his soldiers, who soon

captured the Fox and brought him to the palace, where the King sat in state, surrounded by his Wise Men.

"So it seems," returned the Fox calmly. "May I ask your Majesty why I am thus torn from my home, from my

"I beg your Majesty's pardon for contradicting you, but I have stolen nothing," declared the Fox. "I can easily

"A great deal of it was taken this morning while the Wise Men slept," said the King.

"Then I cannot be the thief," replied the Fox, "as you will admit when you have heard my story."

"Ah! Have you a story to tell?" inquired the King, who dearly loved to hear stories.

"It is a short story, your Majesty, but it will prove clearly that I have not taken your pudding."

"Then tell it," commanded the King. "It is far from my wish to condemn anyone who is innocent."

The Wise Men then placed themselves in comfortable positions, and the King crossed his legs and put his

hands in his pockets, while the Fox sat before them on his haunches and spoke as follows. THE FOX'S

"It has been unusually damp in my den of late, so that both my family and myself have suffered much. First

my wife became ill, and then I was afflicted with a bad cold, and in both cases it settled in our throats. Then

my four children, who are all of an age, began to complain of sore throats, so that my den became a regular

hospital. We tried all the medicines we knew of, but they did no good at all. My wife finally begged me to go

to consult Doctor Prairiedog, who lives in a hole in the ground away t oward the south. So one morning I said

"Finding no one outside the hole to whom I might apply for admission, I walked boldly in, and having

followed a long, dark tunnel for some distance, I suddenly came to a door. 'Come in!' said a voice, so in I

walked and found myself in a very beautiful r oom lighted by fortyeight fireflies, which sat in a row on a

rail running all around the apartment. In the center of the room was a table made of clay and painted in bright

colors, and seated at this table with his spectacles on his nose was the famous Doctor Prairiedog, engaged in

"'No thank you,' I replied, for the snails were not to my liking. 'I wish to procure some medicine for my

"'That is true,' remarked the Doctor. 'We must think of something else.' After a moment of silence, he cried

out, 'Ha! I have it! Go home and cut off their necks, after which you must turn them inside out and hang them

on the bushes in the sun. When the necks are thoroughly cured in the sun, turn them rightside out again and

place them on your children's shoulders. Then they will find it does not hurt them to swallow.'

"I thanked the great Doctor and returned home, where I did as he had told me. For the last three days the

necks of not only my children but of my wife and myself, as well, have been hanging on the bushes to be

cured; so we could not possibly have eaten your plum pudding. Indeed, it was only an hour ago when I

finished putting the neck on the last of my children, and at that moment your soldiers came and arrested me."

When the Fox ceased speaking, the King was silent for a while. Then he asked, "Were the necks all cured?"

"You see," remarked the King, turning to his Wise Men, "the Fox has proved his innocence. You were wrong,

as usual, in accusing him. I shall now send him home with six baskets of cherry phosphate as a reward for his

honesty. If you have not discovered the thief by the time I return, I shall keep my threat and stop your

Then the Wise Men fell atrembling and put their heads together, counseling with one another. When the King

So the King sent his soldiers, who captured the Bullfrog and brought him to the palace. "Why have you stolen

"I! Steal your plum pudding!" exclaimed the Frog indignantly. "Surely you must be mistaken! I am not at all

fond of plum pudding, and besides, I have been very busy at home during the past week."

So the Bullfrog squatted on a footstool and after blinking solemnly at the King and his Wise Men for a

"Some time ago my wife and I hatched out twelve little tadpoles. They were the sweetest children parents

ever looked on. Their heads were all very large and round, and their tails were long and feathery, while their

skins were as black and shiny as cou ld be. We were proud of them, my wife and I, and took great pains to

train our children properly that they might become respectable frogs in time and be a credit to us.

"We lived in a snug little hole under the bank of the river, and in front of our dwelling was a large stone on

which we could sit and watch the baby tadpoles grow. Although they loved best to lie in the mud at the

bottom of the river, we knew that exerc ise is necessary to the proper development of a tadpole; so we

decided to teach our youngsters to swim. We divided them into two lots, my wife training six of the children

while I took charge of the other six. We drilled them to swim in single file, in column of twos and in line of

battle, but I must acknowledge they were quite stupid, being so young, and unless we told them when to stop,

they would keep on swimming until they bumped themselves into a bank or a stone.

"One day, about a week ago, while teaching our children to swim, we started them all going in single file, one

after the other. They swam in a straight line that was very pretty to see, and my wife and I sat on the flat stone

and watched them with much pride. Unfortunately, at that very moment, a large fish swam into our

neighborhood and lay on the bottom of the river to rest. It was one of those fishes that hold their great mouths

wide open, and I was horrified when I saw the advancing line of tadpol es headed directly toward the gaping

mouth of the monster fish. I croaked as loudly as I could for them to stop, but either they failed to hear me or

they would not obey. The next moment all the line of swimming tadpoles had entered the fish's mouth and

were lost to our view. Mrs. Frog threw herself into my arms with a cry of anguish, exclaiming 'Oh, what shall

"'Do not despair,' I answered, although I was myself greatly frightened. 'We must try to prevent the fish from

swimming away with our loved ones. If we can keep him here, some way may yet be found to rescue the

children.' Up to this time the big fish h ad remained motionless, but there was an expression of surprise in its

round eyes as if it did not know what to make of the lively inhabitants of its stomach. Mrs. Frog thought for a

moment and then said, 'A short distance away is an old fishline and ho ok lying at the bottom of the river

"'Fetch it at once,' I interrupted. 'With its aid we shall endeavor to capture the fish.' She hastened away, soon

returning with the line, which had a large hook on one end. I tied the other end firmly about the flat stone, and

then, advancing cautious ly from behind that the fish might not see me, I stuck the iron hook through its right

gill. The monster gave a sudden flop that sent me head over heels a yard away. Then it tried to swim down

the stream. But the hook and line held fast, and soon the f ish realized it was firmly caught, after which it

"Mrs. Frog and I now sat down to watch the result, and the time of waiting was long and tedious. After

several weary days, however, the great fish lay over on its side and expired, and soon after there hopped from

its mouth the sweetest little green fr og you ever laid eyes on. Another and another followed, until twelve of

them stood beside us; and then my wife exclaimed, 'They are our children, the tadpoles! They have lost their

tails and their legs have grown out, but they are our own little ones, n evertheless!'

"Indeed, this was true, for tadpoles always become frogs when a few days old. The children told us they had

been quite comfortable inside the great fish, but they were now hungry, for young frogs always have

wonderful appetites. So Mrs. Frog and I set to work to feed them and had just finished this pleasant task when

your soldiers came to arrest me. I assure your Majesty this is the first time I have been out of the water for a

week. And now, if you will permit me to depart, I will hop back home and see how the youngsters are

When the Bullfrog had ceased speaking, the King turned toward the Wise Men and said angrily, "It seems

you are wrong again, for the Frog is innocent. Your boasted wisdom appears to me very like folly, but I will

give you one more chance. If you fail to discover the culprit next time, I shall punish you far more severely

than I at first promised." The King now gave the Bullfrog a present of a red silk necktie and also sent a bottle

of perfumery to Mrs. Frog. The soldiers at once released the prisoner , who joyfully hopped away toward the

The Wise Men now rolled their eyes toward the ceiling and twirled their thumbs and thought as hard as they

could. At last they told the King they had decided the Yellow Hen was undoubtedly responsible for the theft

of the plum pudding. So the King sent his soldiers, who searched throughout the Valley and at last captured

the Yellow Hen and brought her into the royal presence. "My Wise Men say you have stolen my plum

pudding," said his Majesty. "If this is true, I am going to punish you severely."

"But it is not true," answered the Yellow Hen, "for I have just returned from a long journey."

"I will tell you," she replied, and after arranging a few of her feathers that the rough hands of the soldiers had

"All my life I have been accustomed to hatching out thirteen eggs, but the last time there were twelve eggs in

the nest when I got ready to set. Being experienced in these matters, I knew it would never do to set on

twelve eggs, so I asked the Red Roost er for his advice. He considered the question carefully, and finally told

me he had seen a very nice, large egg lying on the rocks near the sugar mountain. 'If you wish,' said he, 'I will

"'I am very sorry to trouble you, yet certainly I need thirteen eggs,' I answered. The Red Rooster is an

accommodating fowl, so away he flew and shortly returned with a large, white egg under his wing. This egg I

put with the other twelve, and then I se t faithfully on my nest for three weeks, at the end of which time I

hatched out my chickens. Twelve of them were as yellow and fluffy as any mother could wish. But the one

that came from the strange egg was black and awkward and had a large bill and sha rp claws. Still thinking he

was one of my children, despite his deformity, I gave him as much care as any of them, and soon he outgrew

"The Red Rooster shook his head and said bluntly, 'That chick will be a great trouble to you, for it looks to

me strangely like one of our enemies, the Hawks.' 'What!' I exclaimed reproachfully. 'Do you think one of my

darling children could possibly be a Hawk? I consider that remark almost an insult, Mr. Rooster!' The Red

Rooster said nothing more, but he kept away from my big, black chick as if really afraid of it.

"To my great grief, this chick suddenly developed a very bad temper, and one day I was obliged to reprove it

for grabbing the food away from its brothers. Suddenly it began screaming with anger, and the next moment

it sprang on me, digging its sharp cla ws into my back. While I struggled to free myself, he flew far up into

the air, carrying me with him and uttering loud cries that filled me with misgivings. For I now realized, when

"Away and away he flew over mountains and valleys and rivers and lakes, until at last as I looked down I saw

a man pointing a gun at us. A moment later he shot, and the black chick gave a scream of pain, at the same

time releasing his hold of me so that I fell over and over and finally fluttered to the ground. Then I found I

had escaped one danger only to encounter another, for as I reached the ground, the man seized me and carried

me under his arm to his home. Entering the house, he said to his wife, 'Here is a nice, fat hen for our

"'Put her in the coop,' replied the woman. 'After supper I will cut off her head and pick the feathers from her

body.' This frightened me greatly, as you may suppose, and when the man placed me in the coop I nearly

gave way to despair. But finding myse lf alone, I plucked up courage and began looking for a way to escape.

To my great joy, I soon discovered that one of the slats of the coop was loose, and having pushed it aside, I

was not long in gaining my liberty. Once free, I ran away from the place a s fast as possible, but did not know

in which direction to go, the country being strange to me. So I fluttered on, half running and half flying, until

I reached the place where an army of soldiers was encamped. If these men saw me, I feared they would a lso

wish to eat me for breakfast, so I crept into the mouth of a big cannon, thinking I should escape attention and

be safe until morning. Soon I fell asleep, and so sound was my slumber that the next thing I heard was the

"'It's nearly sunrise,' said one. 'You must fire the salute. Is the cannon loaded?' 'Oh yes,' answered the other.

'What shall I shoot at?' 'Fire into the air, for then you will not hurt anyone,' said the first soldier. By this time I

was trembling with fear and had decided to creep out of the cannon and take the chance of being caught,

when suddenly 'Bang!' went the big gun, and I shot into the air with a rush like that of a whirlwind. The noise

nearly deafened me, and my nerves were so shattered that for a time I was helpless. I felt myself go up and up

into the air until soon I was far above the clouds. Then I recovered my wits, and when I began to come down

again, I tried to fly. I knew the Valley of Mo must be somewhere to the west, so I flew i n that direction until

I found myself just over the Valley, when I allowed myself to flutter to the ground.

"It seems my troubles were not over, for before I had fully recovered my breath after this long flight, your

soldiers seized me and brought me here. I am accused of stealing your plum pudding, but in truth, your

Majesty, I have been away from your kingd om for some days, and am therefore wholly innocent." The

Yellow Hen had scarce finished this story when the King flew into a violent rage at the deceptions of his

Wise Men, and turning to his soldiers he ordered them to arrest the Wise Men and cast them into prison.

Having given the unfortunate Hen a pair of gold earrings that fitted her ears and matched her complexion, the

King sent her home with many apologies for having accused her wrongfully. Then his Majesty seated himself

in an easy chair and pondered how bes t to punish the foolish Wise Men. "I would rather have one really

Wise Man," he said to himself, "than fifty of these, who pretend to be wise and are not."

That gave him an idea, so the next morning he ordered the Wise Men taken to the royal kitchen, where all

were run through the meat chopper until they were ground as fine as mincemeat. Having thoroughly mixed

them, the King stirred in a handful of salt a nd then made them into one man, which the cook baked in the

oven until it was well done. "Now," said the King, "I have one Wise Man instead of several foolish ones.

"Certainly," replied the Wise Man. "That is quite easy. It was the Purple Dragon."

Scarcely had the King spoken when some of his soldiers came rushing with news that they had seen the

Purple Dragon eating plum pudding in the royal garden. "What did you do about it?" asked the monarch.

"We did nothing," they answered, "for had we interfered with its repast, the Dragon would probably have

"That's true," remarked the King. "Yet something must be done to protect us from this monster. For many

years it has annoyed us by eating our choicest crops and nothing we can do seems of any avail to save us

"If we were able to destroy the Dragon," said Prince Thinkabit, "we should be doing our country the greatest

"We have often tried to destroy it," replied the King, "but the beast always manages to get the best of the

fight, having wonderful strength and great cunning. However, let us hold a council of war and see what is

suggested." So a council of war was ca lled, the Wise Man, all the Princes and Noblemen, the Dog and the

"I advise that you build a high wall around the Dragon," said the Wise Man. "Then it will be unable to get out

"I suggest you dig a great hole in the ground," remarked the Donkey. "Then the Dragon will fall into it and

"The best thing to do," declared Timtom, "is to cut off its legs, for then it could not walk into our garden."

"The scales on its legs are too hard and thick," said the King. "We have tried this and failed."

"We might take a redhot iron and put the Dragon's eyes out," ventured Prince Jollikin.

"Its eyes are glass," replied the King with a sigh, "and the iron would have no effect on them."

"Suppose we tie a tin can to its tail," suggested the Dog. "The rattling of the can would so frighten the Dragon

"Its tail is so long," answered the King gloomily, "that the Dragon could not hear the can rattle." Then they all

remained silent for a time, thinking so hard that their heads began to ache, but no one seemed able to think of

Finally the King himself made a proposition. "One thing we might attempt with some hope of success," said

his Majesty. "Should it fail, we cannot be worse off than we are at present. My idea is for us to go in a great

body to the castle of the Dragon and pull out its teeth with a pair of forceps. Having no teeth, the monster will

be harmless to annoy us in any way, and since we seem unable to kill it, I believe this is the best way out of

The King's plan pleased everyone, and met with shouts of approval. The council then adjourned, and all the

members went to prepare for the fight with the Purple Dragon. First the blacksmith made a large pair of

forceps to pull the Dragon's teeth with. The handles of the forceps were so long that fifty men could take hold

of them at one time. Then the people armed themselves with swords and spears and marched in a great body

This remarkable beast, which for so long had kept the Valley of Mo in constant terror, was standing on the

front porch of its castle when the army arrived. It looked at the crowd of people in surprise and said, "Are you

not weary with your attempts to d estroy me? What selfish people you must be! Whenever I eat anything that

belongs to you, there is a great row and immediately you come here to fight me. These battles are unpleasant

to all of us. The best thing for you to do is to return home and behav e yourselves, for I am not in the least

Neither the King nor his people replied to these taunts. They simply brought forward the big pair of forceps

and reached them toward the Dragon. This movement astonished the monster, who, never having been to a

dentist in his life, had no idea what the strange instrument was for. "Surely you cannot think to hurt me with

that iron thing," it called out in derision. And then the Dragon laughed at the idea of anyone attempting to

injure it. But when the Dragon opened its mouth to laugh, the King opened the jaws of the forceps, quickly

"Pull!" cried the King, and fifty men seized the handles of the forceps and began to pull with all their

strength. But pull as they might, the tooth would not come out, and this was the reason: The teeth of Dragons

are different from ours, for they go t hrough the jaw and are clinched on the other side. Therefore, no amount

of pulling will draw them out. The King did not know this fact, but thought the tooth must have a long root,

And they pulled so hard that the Dragon was nearly pulled from the porch of its castle. To avoid this danger,

the cunning beast wound the end of its tail around a post of the porch and tied a hard knot in it. "Pull!"

shouted the King for the third time . Then a surprising thing happened. Anyone who knows anything at all

about Dragons is aware that these beasts stretch as easily as if made of india rubber. Therefore the strong

pulling of the fifty men resulted in the Dragon being pulled from its footho ld, and as its tail was fastened to

The King and his people, thinking the tooth was being pulled, started down the hill, the forceps still clinging

fast to the monster's big front tooth. And the farther they went, the more the Dragon's body stretched out.

"Keep going!" cried the King. " We mustn't let go now!" And away marched the fifty men, and farther and

Still holding fast to the forceps, the King and his army marched into the Valley and away across it and up the

hills on the other side, not even stopping to take breath. When they came to the mountains and the forests and

could go no farther, they looke d back, and behold! the Dragon had stretched out so far that it was now no

"What shall we do now?" asked the fifty men, who were perspiring with the long pull and the march across

"I'm sure I don't know," replied the panting King. "Let us tie this end of the beast around a tree. Then we can

think what is best to be done." So they tied that end of the Dragon to a big tree and sat down to rest, being

filled with wonder that the m ighty Purple Dragon was now no larger around than a piece of twine.

"The wicked creature will never bother us again," said the King. "Yet it was only by accident we found a way

to destroy it. The question now is, what shall we do with this long, thin Dragon? If we leave it here, it will

"I shall use it for fiddle strings," said Prince Fiddlecumdoo, "for the crop failed this year and I have none for

my violin. Let us cut the Dragon up into the proper sizes and store the strings in the royal warehouse for

general use." The King and the people heartily approved this plan. So the Prince brought a pair of shears and

cut the Dragon into equal lengths to use on his violin. Thus the wicked monster was made good use of at last,

And that was not only the end of the Purple Dragon, but there were two other ends of him, one tied to a tree

in the mountains and the other fastened to a post of the castle. That same day the Monarch of Mo gave a

magnificent feast to all his people to c elebrate the destruction of their greatest foe, and ever afterward the

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