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THE TIN WOODMAN
OF OZ
A Faithful Story of the Astonishing Adventure
Undertaken by the Tin Woodman, assisted
by Woot the Wanderer, the Scarecrow
of Oz, and Polychrome, the Rain-
bow's Daughter
BY
L. FRANK BAUM
"Royal Historian of Oz"
Author of
All the Oz Books

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TO MY READERS
I know that some of you have
been waiting for this story of
the Tin Woodman, because
many of my correspondents
have asked me, time and again,
what ever became of the
"pretty Munch kin girl" whom
Nick Chopper was engaged to
marry before the Wicked Witch
enchanted his axe and he
traded his flesh for tin. I, too,
have wondered what became of
her, but until Woot the Wan-
derer interested himself in the
matter the Tin Woodman knew
no more than we did. How-
ever, he found her, after many
thrilling adventures, as you
will discover when you have
read this story.
I am delighted at the con-
tinued interest of both young
and old in the Oz stories.
A learned college professor
e] recently wrote me to ask: "For
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puzzled me to answer that properly, until I had looked
over some of the letters I have received. One says:
"I'm a little boy 5 years old, and I just love your
Oz stories. My sister, who is writing this for me,
reads me the Oz books, but I wish I could read them
myself." Another letter says: "I'm a great girl 13
years old, so you'll be surprised when I tell you I am
not too old yet for the Oz stories." Here's another
letter: "Since I was a young girl I've never missed
getting a Baum book for Christmas. I'm married,
now, but am as eager to get and read the Oz stories
as ever." And still another writes: "My good wife
and I, both more than 70 years of age, believe that
we find more real enjoyment in your Oz books than
in any other books we read." Considering these state-
ments, I wrote the college professor that my books
are intended for all those whose hearts are young,
no matter what their ages may be.
And while on this subject of letters I am reminded
that a good many of my correspondents neglect to
slip a 3-cent postage-stamp into their letters, for the
answer. You are sending but one letter, you know,
while I get so many hundreds of letters that to prepay
postage on all the answers to them would be no small
burden to me.
I think I am justified in promising that there will
be some astonishing revelations about The Magic of
Oz in my book for 1919.
Always your loving and grateful friend,
L. Frank Baum,
Royal Historian of Oz.
"Ozcot"
at HOLLYWOOD
in CALIFORNIA
1918.



LIST OF CHAPTERS
1 Woot the Wanderer 13
2 The Heart of the Tin Woodman ... 25
I | 3 Roundabout 35
4 The Loons of Loonville 46
5 Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess 66
6 The Magic of a Yookoohoo 81
7 The Lace Apron 99
8 The Menace of the Forest 107
9 The Quarrelsome Dragons 122
10 Tommy Kwikstep 131
II Jinjur's Ranch 143
12 Ozma and Dorothy 155
13 The Restoration 165
14 The Green Monkey 179
15 The Man of Tin 185
16 Captain Fyter 195
17 The Workshop of Ku-Klip 201
18 The Tin Woodman Talks to Himself 209
19 The Invisible Country 229
20 Over Night 251
21 Polychrome's Magic 260
22 Nimmio Amee 271
23 Through the Tunnel 280
24 The Curtain Falls 285



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Woot the Wanderer




CHAPTER 1
The Tin Woodman sat on his
glittering tin throne in the
handsome tin hall of his
splendid tin castle in the
Winkie Country of the Land
of Oz. Beside him, in a chair
of woven straw, sat his best
friend, the Scarecrow of Oz.
At times they spoke to one
another of curious things they
had seen and strange adven-

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The Tin Woodman of Oz
tures they had known since first they two had met
and become comrades. But at times they were silent,
for these things had been talked over many times
between them, and they found themselves contented
in merely being together, speaking now and then a
brief sentence to prove they were wide awake and
attentive. But then, these two quaint persons never
slept. Why should they sleep, when they never tired?
And now, as the brilliant sun sank low over the
Winkie Country of Oz, tinting the glistening tin
towers and tin minarets of the tin castle with glor-
ious sunset hues, there approached along a winding
pathway Woot the Wanderer, who met at the castle
entrance a Winkie servant.
The servants of the Tin Woodman all wore tin
helmets and tin breastplates and uniforms covered
with tiny tin discs sewed closely together on silver
cloth, so that their bodies sparkled as beautifully
as did the tin castle — and almost as beautifully as
did the Tin Woodman himself.
Woot the Wanderer looked at the man servant —
all bright and glittering — and at the magnificent
castle — all bright and glittering — and as he looked
his eyes grew big with wonder. For Woot was not
very big and not very old and, wanderer though he
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Chapter One
was, this proved the most gorgeous sight that had
ever met his boyish gaze.
"Who lives here?" he asked.
"The Emperor of the Winkies, who is the famous
Tin Woodman of Oz," replied the servant, who had
been trained to treat all strangers with courtesy.
"A Tin Woodman? How queer!" exclaimed the
little wanderer.
"Well, perhaps our Emperor is queer," admitted
the servant; "but he is a kind master and as honest
and true as good tin can make him; so we, who gladly
serve him, are apt to forget that he is not like other
people."
"May I see him? " asked Woot the Wanderer, after
a moment's thought.
"If it please you to wait a moment, I will go and
ask him," said the servant, and then he went into
the hall where the Tin Woodman sat with his friend
the Scarecrow. Both were glad to learn that a
stranger had arrived at the castle, for this would
give them something new to talk about, so the servant
was asked to admit the boy at once.
By the time Woot the Wanderer had passed
through the grand corridors — all lined with orna-
mental tin — and under stately tin archways and
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The Tin Woodman of Cl through the many tin rooms all set with beautiful
tin furniture, his eyes had grown bigger than ever
and his whole little body thrilled with amazement.
But, astonished though he was, he was able to make
a polite bow before the throne and to say in a respect-
ful voice: "I salute your Illustrious Majesty and
offer you my humble services."
"Very good!" answered the Tin Woodman in his
accustomed cheerful manner. "Tell me who you are,
and whence you come."
"I am known as Woot the Wanderer," answered
the boy, "and I have come, through many travels
and by roundabout ways, from my former home in
a far corner of the Gillikin Country of Oz."
"To wander from one's home," remarked the Scare-
crow, "is to encounter dangers and hardships, espe-
cially if one is made of meat and bone. Had you no
friends in that corner of the Gillikin Country? Was
it not homelike and comfortable?"
To hear a man stuffed with straw speak, and speak
so well, quite startled Woot, and perhaps he stared
a bit rudely at the Scarecrow. But after a moment
he replied:
"I had home and friends, your Honorable Straw-
ness, but they were so quiet and happy and com-
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Chapter One
fortable that I found them dismally stupid. Nothing
in that corner of Oz interested me, but I believed
that in other parts of the country I would find
strange people and see new sights, and so I set out
upon my wandering journey. I have been a wan-
derer for nearly a full year, and now my wanderings
have brought me to this splendid castle."
"I suppose," said the Tin Woodman, "that in this
year you have seen so much that you have become
very wise."
"No," replied Woot, thoughtfully, "I am not at
all wise, I beg to assure your Majesty. The more
I wander the less I find that I know, for in the
Land of Oz much wisdom and many things may be
learned."
"To learn is simple. Don't you ask questions?"
inquired the Scarecrow.
"Yes; I ask as many questions as I dare; but some
people refuse to answer questions."
"That is not kind of them," declared the Tin Wood-
man. "If one does not ask for information he seldom
receives it; so I, for my part, make it a rule to
answer any civil question that is asked me."
"So do I," added the Scarecrow, nodding.
"I am glad to hear this," said the Wanderer,
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Chapter One
The boy ate in silence for a time, being really
hungry, but after his appetite was somewhat satis-
fied, he said:
"How happened your Majesty to be made of tin,
and still be alive?"
"That," replied the tin man, "is a long story."

"The longer the better," said the boy. "Won't
you please tell me the story?"
"If you desire it," promised the Tin Woodman,
leaning*- back in his tin throne and crossing his tin
legs. "I haven't related my history in a long while,
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
because everyone here knows it nearly as well as I
do. But you, being a stranger, are no doubt curious
to learn how I became so beautiful and prosperous,
so I will recite for your benefit my strange adven-
tures."
"Thank you," said Woot the Wanderer, still eating.
"I was not always made of tin," began the
Emperor, "for in the beginning I was a man of
flesh and bone and blood and lived in the Munchkin
Country of Oz. There I was, by trade, a woodchop-
per, and contributed my share to the comfort of the
Oz people by chopping up the trees of the forest
to make firewood, with which the women would cook
their meals while the children warmed themselves
about the fires. For my home I had a little hut by
the edge of the forest, and my life was one of much
content until I fell in love with a beautiful Munch-
kin girl who lived not far away."
"What was the Munchkin girl's name?" asked
Woot.
"Nimmie Amee. This girl, so fair that the sunsets
blushed when their rays fell upon her, lived with a
powerful witch who wore silver shoes and who had
made the poor child her slave. Nimmie Amee was
obliged to work from morning till night for the
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Chapter One
old Witch of the East, scrubbing and sweeping her
hut and cooking her meals and washing her dishes.
She had to cut firewood, too, until I found her one
day in the forest and fell in love with her. After
that, I always brought plenty of firewood to Nimmie
Amee and we became very friendly. Finally I asked
her to marry me, and she agreed to do so, but the
Witch happened to overhear our conversation and it
made her very angry, for she did not wish her slave
to be taken away from her. The Witch commanded
me never to come near Nimmie Amee again, but I
told her I was my own master and would do as I
pleased, not realizing that this was a careless way
to speak to a Witch.
"The next day, as I was cutting wood in the for-
est, the cruel Witch enchanted my axe, so that it
slipped and cut off my right leg."
"How dreadful!" cried Woot the Wanderer.
"Yes, it was a seeming misfortune," agreed the
Tin Man, "for a one-legged woodchopper is of little
use in his trade. But I would not allow the Witch
to conquer me so easily. I knew a very skillful
mechanic at the other side of the forest, who was my
friend, so I hopped on one leg to him and asked him
to help me. He soon made me a new leg out of tin
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
and fastened it cleverly to my meat body. It had
joints at the knee and at the ankle and was almost
as comfortable as the leg I had lost."
"Your friend must have been a wonderful work-
man!" exclaimed Woot.
"He was, indeed," admitted the Emperor. "He
was a tinsmith by trade and could make anything
out of tin. When I returned to Nimmie Amee, the
girl was delighted and threw her arms around my
neck and kissed me, declaring she was proud of me.
The Witch saw the kiss and was more angry than
before. When I went to work in the forest, next
day, my axe, being still enchanted, slipped and cut
off my other leg. Again I hopped — on my tin leg
— to my friend the tinsmith, who kindly made me
another tin leg and fastened it to my body. So I
returned joyfully to Nimmie Amee, who was much
pleased with my glittering legs and promised that
when we were wed she would always keep them
oiled and polished. But the Witch was more furious
than ever, and as soon as I raised my axe to chop,
it twisted around and cut off one of my arms. The
tinsmith made me a tin arm and I was not much
worried, because Nimmie Amee declared she still
loved me."
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The Heart of the Tin Woodman
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CHAPTER 2
The Emperor of the Winkles
paused in his story to reach
for an oil-can, with which he
carefully oiled the joints in
his tin throat, for his voice
had begun to squeak a little.
Woot the Wanderer, having
satisfied his hunger, watched
this oiling process with much'
curiosity, but begged the Tin
Man to go on with his tale.

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Chapter Two
more fear of the Wicked Witch, for she was powerless
to injure me. Nimmie Amee said we must be married
at once, for then she could come to my cottage and
live with me and keep me bright and sparkling.
"' I am sure, my dear Nick,' said the brave and
beautiful girl — my name w?js then Nick Chopper,
you should be told —' that you will make the best
husband any girl could have. I shall not be obliged
to cook for you, for now you do not eat; I shall not
have to make your bed, for tin does not tire or require
sleep; when we go to a dance, you will not get weary
before the music stops and say you want to go home.
All day long, while you are chopping wood in the
forest, I shall be able to amuse myself in my own way
— a privilege few wives enjoy. There is no temper
in your new head, so you will not get angry with me.
Finally, I shall take pride in being the wife of the
only live Tin Woodman in all the world!' Which
shows that Nimmie Amee was as wise as she was
brave and beautiful."
"I think she was a very nice girl," said Woot the
Wanderer. "But, tell me, please, why were you not
killed when you were chopped to pieces?"
"In the Land of Oz," replied the Emperor, "no one
can ever be killed. A. man with a wooden leg or a
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tin leg is still the same man; and, as I lost parts of my
meat body by degrees, I always remained the same
person as in the beginning, even though in the end
I was all tin and no meat."
"I see," said the boy, thoughtfully. "And did you
marry Nimmie Amee? T "No," answered the Tin Woodman, " I did not. She
said she still loved me, but I found that I no longer
loved her. My tin body contained no heart, and
without a heart no one can love. So the Wicked
Witch conquered in the end, and when I left the
Munchkin Country of Oz, the poor girl was still the
slave of the Witch and had to do her bidding day
and night."
"Where did you go?" asked Woot.
"Well, I first started out to find a heart, so I could
love Nimmie Amee again; but hearts are more scarce
than one would think. One day, in a big forest that
was strange to me, my joints suddenly became rusted,
because I had forgotten to oil them. There I stood,
unable to move hand or foot. And there I continued
to stand — while days came and went — until Dor-
othy and the Scarecrow came along and rescued me.
They oiled my joints and set me free, and I've taken
good care never to rust again."
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Chapter Two
"Who .was this Dorothy?" questioned the Wan-
derer.
"A little girl who happened to be in a house when
it was carried by; a cyclone all the way from Kansas
to the Land of Oz. When the house fell, in the
Munchkin Country, it fortunately landed on the
Wicked Witch and smashed her flat. It was a big
house, and I think the Witch is under it yet."
"No," said the Scarecrow, correcting him, "Dor-
othy says the Witch turned to dust, and the wind
scattered the dust in every direction."
"Well," continued the Tin Woodman, "after meet-
ing the Scarecrow and Dorothy, I went with them
to the Emerald City, where the Wizard of Oz gave
me a heart. But the Wizard's stock of hearts was
low, and he gave me a Kind Heart instead of a Lov-
ing Heart, so that I could not love Nimmie Amee
any more than I did when I was heartless."
"Couldn't the Wizard give you a heart that was
both Kind and Loving?" asked the boy.
"No; that was what I asked for, but he said he
was so short on hearts, just then, that there was but
one in stock, and I could take that or none at all.
So I accepted it, and I must say that for its kind it
is a very good heart indeed."
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
"It seems to me," said Woot, musingly, "that the
Wizard fooled you. It can't be a very Kind Heart,
you know."
"Why not?" demanded the Emperor.
"Because it was unkind of you to desert the girl
who loved you, and who had been faithful and true
to you when you were in trouble. Had the heart
the Wizard gave you been a Kind Heart, you would
have gone back home and made the beautiful Munch-
kin girl your wife, and then brought her here to be
an Empress and live in your splendid tin castle."
The Tin Woodman was so surprised at this frank
speech that for a time he did nothing but stare hard
at the boy Wanderer. But the Scarecrow wagged
his stuffed head and said in a positive tone:
"This boy is right. I've often wondered, myself,
why you didn't go back and find that poor Munchkin
girl."
Then the Tin Woodman stared hard at his friend
the Scarecrow. But finally he said in a serious tone
of voice:
"I must admit that never before have I thought of
such a thing as finding Mmmie Amee and making
her Empress of the Winkies. But it is surely not too
late, even now, to do this, for the girl must still be
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Chapter Two
living in the Munchkin Country. And, since this
strange Wanderer has reminded me of Nimmie Amee,
I believe it is my duty to set out and find her. Surely
it is not the girl's fault that I no longer love her, and
so, if I can make her happy, it is proper that I should

do so, and in this way reward her for her faith-
fulness."
"Quite right, my friend!" agreed the Scarecrow.
"Will you accompany me on this errand?" asked
the Tin Emperor.
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
"Of course," said the Scarecrow.
"And will you take me along?" pleaded Woot the
Wanderer in an eager voice.
"To be sure," said the Tin Woodman, "if you care
to join our party. It was you who first told me it
was my duty to find and marry Nimmie Amee, and
I'd like you to know that Nick Chopper, the Tin
Emperor of the Winkies, is a man who never shirks
his duty, once it is pointed out to him."
"It ought to be a pleasure, as well as a duty, if the
girl is so beautiful," said Woot, well pleased with the
idea of the adventure.
"Beautiful things may be admired, if not loved,"
asserted the Tin Man. "Flowers are beautiful, for
instance, but we are not inclined to marry them.
Duty, on the contrary, is a bugle call to action,
whether you are inclined to act, or not. In this
case, I obey the bugle call of duty."
"When shall we start?" inquired the Scarecrow,
who was always glad to embark upon a new adven-
ture. "I don't hear any bugle, but when do we go?"
"As soon as we can get ready," answered the
Emperor. "I'll call my servants at once and order
them to make preparations for our journey."
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CHAPTER 3
Woot the Wanderer slept
that night in the tin castle of
the Emperor of the Winkies
and found his tin bed quite
comfortable. Early the next
morning he rose and took a
walk through the gardens,
where there were tin foun-
tains and beds of curious tin
flowers, and where tin birds
perched upon the branches of
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
tin trees and sang songs that sounded like the notes
of tin whistles. All these wonders had been made
by the clever Winkie tinsmiths, who wound the birds
up every morning so that they would move about
and sing.
After breakfast the boy went into the throne room,
where the Emperor was having his tin joints care-
fully oiled by a servant, while other servants were
stuffing sweet, fresh straw into the body of the
Scarecrow.
Woot watched this operation with much interest,
for the Scarecrow's body was only a suit of clothes
filled with straw. The coat was buttoned tight to
keep the packed straw from falling out and a rope
was tied around the waist to hold it in shape and
prevent the straw from sagging down. The Scare-
crow's head was a gunnysack filled with bran, on
which the eyes, nose and mouth had been painted.
His hands were white cotton gloves stuffed with fine
straw. Woot noticed that even when carefully stuffed
and patted into shape, the straw man was awkward
in his movements and decidedly wobbly on his feet,
so the boy wondered if the Scarecrow would be able
to travel with them all the way to the forests of the
Munchkin Country of Oz.
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Chapter Three
The preparations made for this important journey
were very simple. A knapsack was filled with food
and given Woot the Wanderer to carry upon his back,
for the food was for his use alone. The Tin Woodman
shouldered an axe which was sharp and brightly

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polished, and the Scarecrow put the Emperor's oil-
can in his pocket, that he might oil his friend's joints
should they need it.
"Who will govern the Winkie Country during your
absence?" asked the boy.
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
"Why, the Country will run itself," answered the
Emperor. "As a matter of fact, my people do not
need an Emperor, for Ozma of Oz watches over the
welfare of all her subjects, including the Winkies.
Like a good many kings and emperors, I have a grand
title, but very little real power, which allows me time
to amuse myself in my own way. The people of
Oz have but one law to obey, which is: * Behave
Yourself,' so it is easy for them to abide by this
Law, and you'll notice they behave very well. But
it is time for us to be off, and I am eager to start
because I suppose that that poor Munchkin girl is
anxiously awaiting my coming."
"She's waited a long time already, seems to me,"
remarked the Scarecrow, as they left the grounds of
the castle and followed a path that led eastward.
"True," replied the Tin Woodman; "but I've
noticed that the last end of a wait, however long
it has been, is the hardest to endure; so I must
try to make Nimmie Amee happy as soon as
possible."
"Ah; that proves you have a Kind Heart,"
remarked the Scarecrow, approvingly.
"It's too bad he hasn't a Loving Heart," said Woot.
"This Tin Man is going to marry a nice girl through
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
for both of us. After I have found Nimmie Amee and
she has managed to control her joy at our reunion,
I shall take her to the Emerald City and introduce
her to Ozma and Dorothy, and to Betsy Bobbin and
Tiny Trot, and all our other friends; but, if I remem-
ber rightly, poor Nimmie Amee has a sharp tongue
when angry, and she may be a trifle angry with me,
at first, because I have been so long in coming to her."
"I can understand that," said Woot gravely. "But
how can we get to that part of the Munchkin Country
where you once lived without passing through the
Emerald City?"
"Why, that is easy," the Tin Man assured him.
"I have a map of Oz in my pocket," persisted the
boy, "and it shows that the Winkie Country, where
we now are, is at the west of Oz, and the Munchkin
Country at the east, while directly between them lies
the Emerald City."
"True enough; but we shall go toward the north, first of all, into the Gillikin Country, and so pass
around the Emerald City," explained the Tin Wood-
man.
"That may prove a dangerous journey," replied the
boy. "I used to live in one of the top corners of
the Gillikin Country, near to Oogaboo, and I have
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Chapter Three
been told that in this northland country are many
people whom it is not pleasant to meet. I was very
careful to avoid them during my journey south."
"A Wanderer should have no fear," observed the
Scarecrow, who was wabbling along in a funny, hap-
hazard manner, but keeping pace with his friends.

"Fear does not make one a coward," returned
Woot, growing a little red in the face, "but I believe
it is more easy to avoid danger than to overcome it.
The safest way is the best way, even for one who
is brave and determined."
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The Tin Woodman of Oz
"Do not worry, for we shall not go far to the
north," said the Emperor, "My one idea is to avoid
the Emerald City without going out of our way more
than is necessary. Once around the Emerald City
we will turn south into the Munchkin Country, where
the Scarecrow and I are well acquainted and have
many friends."
"I have traveled some in the Gillikin Country,"
remarked the Scarecrow, "and while I must say I
have met some strange people there at times, I have
never yet been harmed by them."
"Well, it's all the same to me," said Woot, with
assumed carelessness. "Dangers, when they cannot
be avoided, are often quite interesting, and I am
willing to go wherever you two venture to go."
So they left the path they had been following and
began to travel toward the northeast, and all that
dag they were in the pleasant Winkie Country, and
all The people they met saluted the Emperor with
great respect and wished him good luck on his jour-
ney. At night they stopped at a house where they
were well entertained and where Woot was given
a comfortable bed to sleep in.
"Were the Scarecrow and I alone," said the Tin
Woodman, "we would travel by night as well as
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by day; but with a meat person in our party, we
must halt at night to permit him to rest."
"Meat tires, after a day's travel," added the Scare-
crow, "while straw and tin never tire at all. Which
proves," said he, "that we are somewhat superior
to people made in the common way."
Woot could not deny that he was tired, and he
slept soundly until morning, when he was given a good
breakfast, smoking hot.
"You two miss a great deal by not eating," he
said to his companions.
"It is true," responded the Scarecrow. "We miss
suffering from hunger, when food cannot be had,
and we miss a stomach-ache, now and then."
As he said this, the Scarecrow glanced at the Tin
Woodman, who nodded his assent.
All that second day they traveled steadily, enter-
taining one another the while with stories of adven-
tures they had formerly met and listening to the
Scarecrow recite poetry. He had learned a great
many poems from Professor Wogglebug and loved
to repeat them whenever anybody would listen to him.
Of course Woot and the Tin Woodman now listened,
because they could not do otherwise — unless they
rudely ran away from their stuffed comrade.
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One of the Scarecrow's recitations was like this:
"What sound is so sweet
As the straw from the wheat
When it crunkles so tender and low?
It is yellow and bright,
So it gives me delight
To crunkle wherever I go.
"Sweet, fresh, golden Straw!
There is surely no flaw
In a stuffing so clean and compact.
It creaks when I walk,
And it thrills when I talk,
And its fragrance is fine, for a fact.
"To cut me don't hurt, For I've no blood to squirt,
And I therefore can suffer no pain;
The straw that I use
Doesn't lump up or bruise,
Though it's pounded again and again!
"I know it is said
That my beautiful head
Has brains of mixed wheat-straw and bran,
But my thoughts are so good
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I'd not change, if I could,
for the brains of a common meat man.
"Content with my lot,
I'm glad that I'm not
Like others I meet day by day;
If my insides get musty,
Or mussed-up, or dusty,
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wild and uncultivated and there were no houses of
any sort to be seen. But our friends kept on walking
even after the sun went down, hoping to find a good
place for Woot the Wanderer to sleep; but when
it grew quite dark and the boy was weary with his
long walk, they halted right in the middle of a field
and allowed Woot to get his supper from the food
he carried in his knapsack. Then the Scarecrow laid
himself down, so that Woot could use his stuffed
body as a pillow, and the Tin Woodman stood up
beside them all night, so the dampness of the ground
might not rust his joints or dull his brilliant polish.
Whenever the dew settled on his body he carefully
wiped it off with a cloth, and so in the morning the
Emperor shone as brightly as ever in the rays of
the rising sun.
They wakened the boy at daybreak, the Scarecrow
saying to him:
"We have discovered something queer, and there-
fore we must counsel together what to do about it."
"What have you discovered? " asked Woot, rubbing
the sleep from his eyes with his knuckles and giving
three wide yawns to prove he was fully awake.
"A Sign," said the Tin Woodman. "A Sign, and
another path."
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"I'd like to see what Loonville looks like," re-
marked the Tin Woodman.
"When one travels, it is foolish to miss any inter-
esting sight," added the Scarecrow.
"But a warning means danger," protested Woot
the Wanderer, "and I believe it sensible to keep
out of danger whenever we can."
They made no reply to this speech for a while.
Then said the Scarecrow: "I have escaped so many dangers, during my life-
time, that I am not much afraid of anything that
can happen."
"Nor am L " exclaimed the Tin Woodman, swing-
ing his glittering axe around his tin head, in a series
of circles. "Few things can injure tin, and my axe
is a powerful weapon to use against a foe. But our
boy friend," he continued, looking solemnly at Woot,
"might perhaps be injured if the people of Loonville
are really dangerous; so I propose he waits here while
you and I, friend Scarecrow, visit the forbidden City
of Loonville."
<l Don't worry about me," advised Woot, calmly.
"Wherever you wish to go, I will go, and share your
dangers. During my wanderings I have found it more
wise to keep out of danger than to venture in, but
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at that time I was alone, and now I have two power-
ful friends to protect me."
So, when he had finished his breakfast, they all
set out along the path that led to Loonville.
"It is a place I have never heard of before,"
remarked the Scarecrow, as they approached a dense
forest. "The inhabitants may be people, of some
sort, or they may be animals, but whatever they
prove to be, we will have an interesting story to
relate to Dorothy and Ozma on our return."
The path led into the forest, but the big trees grew
so closely together and the vines and underbrush
were so thick and matted that they had to clear a
path at each step in order to proceed. In one or
two places the Tin Man, who went first to clear the
way, cut the branches with a blow of his axe. Woot
followed next, and last of the three came the Scare-
crow, who could not have kept the path at all had
not his comrades broken the way for his straw-stuffed
body.
Presently the Tin Woodman pushed his way
through some heavy underbrush, and almost tumbled
headlong into a vast cleared space in the forest. The
clearing was circular, big and roomy, yet the top
branches of the tall trees reached over and formed a
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complete dome or roof for it. Strangely enough, it
was not dark in this immense natural chamber in the
woodland, for the place glowed with a soft, white
light that seemed to come from some unseen source.
In the chamber were grouped dozens of queer
creatures, and these so astonished the Tin Man that
Woot had to push his metal body aside, that he might
see, too. And the Scarecrow pushed Woot aside, so
that the three travelers stood in a row, staring with
all their eyes.
The creatures they beheld were round and ball-
like; round in body, round in legs and arms, round
in hands and feet and round of head. The only
exception to the roundness was a slight hollow on
the top of each head, making it saucer-shaped instead
of dome-shaped. They wore no clothes on their puffy
bodies, nor had they any hair. Their skins were all
of a light gray color, and their eyes were mere
purple spots. Their noses were as puffy as the
rest of them.
"Are they rubber, do you think?" asked the
Scarecrow, who noticed that the creatures bounded,
as they moved, and seemed almost as light as air.
"It is difficult to tell what they are," answered
Woot, "they seem to be covered with warts."
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The Loons — for so these folks were called — had
been doing many things, some playing together,
some working at tasks and some gathered in groups
to talk; but at the sound of strange voices, which
echoed rather loudly through the clearing, all turned
in the direction of the intruders. Then, in a body,
they all rushed forward, running and bounding with
tremendous speed.
The Tin Woodman was so surprised by this sud-
den dash that he had no time to raise his axe before
the Loons were on them. The creatures swung their
puffy hands, which looked like boxing-gloves, and
pounded the three travelers as hard as they could,
on all sides. The blows were quite soft and did not
hurt our friends at all, but the onslaught quite bewil-
dered them, so that in a brief period all three were
knocked over and fell flat upon the ground. Once
down, many of the Loons held them, to prevent their
getting up again, while others wound long tendrils
of vines about them, binding their arms and legs to
their bodies and so rendering them helpless.
"Aha!" cried the biggest Loon of all; "we've got
'em safe; so let's carry 'em to King Bal and have
'em tried, and condemned and perforated!"
They had to drag their captives to the center of
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the domed chamber, for their weight, as compared
with that of the Loons, prevented their being car-
ried. Even the Scarecrow was much heavier than
the puffy Loons. But finally the party halted before
a raised platform, on which stood a sort of throne,
consisting of a big, wide chair with a string tied to
one arm of it. This string led upward to the roof
of the dome.
Arranged before the platform, the prisoners were
allowed to sit up, facing the empty throne.
"Good!" said the big Loon who had commanded
the party. "Now to get King Bal to judge these
terrible creatures we have so bravely captured."
As he spoke he took hold of the string and began
to pull as hard as he could. One or two of the others
helped him and pretty soon, as they drew in the
cord, the leaves above them parted and a Loon
appeared at the other end of the string. It didn't
take long to draw him down to the throne, where he
seated himself and was tied in, so he wouldn't float
upward again.
"Hello," said the King, blinking his purple eyes
at his followers; "what's up now!"
"Strangers, your Majesty — strangers and cap-
tives," replied the big Loon, pompously.
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"Dear me! I see 'em, I see 'em very plainly,"
exclaimed the King, his purple eyes bulging out as
he looked at the three prisoners. "What curious
animals! Are they dangerous, do you think, my
good Panta?"
"I'm 'fraid so, your Majesty. Of course, they may
not be dangerous, but we mustn't take chances.
Enough accidents happen to us poor Loons as it is,
and my advice is to condemn and perforate 'em as
quickly as possible."
"Keep your advice to yourself," said the monarch,
in a peeved tone. "Who's King here, anyhow! You
or Me?"
"We made you our King because you have less
common sense than the rest of us," answered Panta
Loon, indignantly. "I could have been King myself,
had I wanted to, but I didn't care for the hard work
and responsibility."
As he said this, the big Loon strutted back and
forth in the space between the throne of King Bal
and the prisoners, and the other Loons seemed much
impressed by his defiance. But suddenly there came
a sharp report and Panta Loon instantly disap-
peared, to the great astonishment of the Scarecrow,
the Tin Woodman and Woot the Wanderer, who saw
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on the spot where the big fellow had stood a little
heap of flabby, wrinkled skin that looked like a
collapsed rubber balloon.
"There!" exclaimed the King; "I expected that
would happen. The conceited rascal wanted to puff
himself up until he was bigger than the rest of
you, and this is the result of his folly. Get the
pump working, some of you, and blow him up again."
"We will have to mend the puncture first, your
Majesty," suggested one of the Loons, and the
prisoners noticed that none of them seemed surprised
or shocked at the sad accident to Panta.
"All right," grumbled the King, "Fetch Til to
mend him."
One or two ran away and presently returned, fol-
lowed by a lady Loon wearing huge, puffed-up rub-
ber skirts. Also she had a purple feather fastened
to a wart on the top of her head, and around her
waist was a sash of fibre-like vines, dried and tough,
that looked like strings.
"Get to work, Til," commanded King Bal. "Panta
has just exploded."
The lady Loon picked up the bunch of skin and
examined it carefully until she discovered a hole in
one foot. Then she pulled a strand of string from
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her sash, and drawing the edges of the hole together,
she tied them fast with the string, thus making one
of those curious warts which the strangers had noticed on so many Loons. Having done this, Til Loon tossed
the bit of skin to the other Loons and was about
to go away when she noticed the prisoners and
stopped to inspect them.
"Dear me!" said Til; "what dreadful creatures.
Where did they come from?"
"We captured them," replied one of the Loons.
"And what are we going to do with them?"
inquired the girl Loon.
"Perhaps we'll condemn 'em and puncture 'em,"
answered the King.
"Well," said she, still eyeing the captives, "I'm
not sure they'll puncture. Let's try it, and see."
One of the Loons ran to the forest's edge and
quickly returned with a long, sharp thorn. He glanced
at the King, who nodded his head in assent, and then
he rushed forward and stuck the thorn into the leg
of the Scarecrow. The Scarecrow merely smiled and
said nothing, for the thorn didn't hurt him at all.
Then the Loon tried to prick the Tin Woodman's
leg, but the tin only blunted the point of the thorn.
"Just as I thought," said Til, blinking her purple
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eyes and shaking her puffy head; but just then the
Loon stuck the thorn into the leg of Woot the Wan-
derer, and while it had been blunted somewhat, it
was still sharp enough to hurt.
"Ouch!" yelled Woot, and kicked out his leg with
so much energy that the frail bonds that tied him
burst apart. His foot caught the Loon — who was
leaning over him — full on his puffy stomach, and
sent him shooting up into the air. When he was high
over their heads he exploded with a loud "pop" and
his skin fell to the ground.
"I really believe," said the King, rolling his spot-
like eyes in a frightened way, "that Panta was right
in claiming these prisoners are dangerous. Is the
pump ready?"
Some of the Loons had wheeled a big machine in
front of the throne and now took Panta's skin and
began to pump air into it. Slowly it swelled out
until the King cried "Stop!"
"No, no!" yelled Panta, "I'm not big enough yet."
"You're as big as you're going to be," declared the
King, "Before you exploded you were bigger than
the rest of us, and that caused you to be proud and
overbearing. Now you're a little smaller than the
rest, and you will last longer and be more humble."
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"Pump me up — pump me up!" wailed Panta.
"If you don't you'll break my heart."
"If we do we'll break your skin," replied the King.
So the Loons stopped pumping air into Panta, and
pushed him away from the pump. He was certainly

more humble than before his accident, for he crept
into the background and said nothing more.
"Now pump up the other one," ordered the King.
Til had already mended him, and the Loons set to
work to pump him full of air.
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During these last few moments none had paid much
attention to the prisoners, so Woot, finding his legs
free, crept over to the Tin Woodman and rubbed
the bonds that were still around his arms and body
against the sharp edge of the axe, which quickly cut
them.
The boy was now free, and the thorn which the
Loon had stuck into his leg was lying unnoticed on
the ground, where the creature had dropped it when
he exploded. Woot leaned forward and picked up
the thorn, and while the Loons were busy watching
the pump, the boy sprang to his feet and suddenly
rushed upon the group.
"Pop" — "pop" — "pop!" went three of the
Loons, when the Wanderer pricked them with his
thorn, and at the sounds the others looked around
and saw their danger. With yells of fear they bounded
away in all directions, scattering about the clear-
ing, with Woot the Wanderer in full chase. While
they could run much faster than the boy, they often
stumbled and fell, or got in one another's way, so he
managed to catch several and prick them with his
thorn.
It astonished him to see how easily the Loons
exploded. When the air was let out of them they
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were quite helpless. Til Loon was one of those who
ran against his thorn and many others suffered the
same fate. The creatures could not escape from the
enclosure, but in their fright many bounded upward
and caught branches of the trees, and then climbed
out of reach of the dreaded thorn.
Woot was getting pretty tired chasing them, so he
stopped and came over, panting, to where his friends
were sitting, still bound.
"Very well done, my Wanderer," said the Tin
Woodman. "It is evident that we need fear these
puffed-up creatures no longer, so be kind enough to
unfasten our bonds and we will proceed upon our
journey."
Woot untied the bonds of the Scarecrow and helped
him to his feet. Then he freed the Tin Woodman,
who got up without help. Looking around them, they
saw that the only Loon now remaining within reach
was Bal Loon, the King, who had remained seated
in his throne, watching the punishment of his people
with a bewildered look in his purple eyes.
"Shall I puncture the King?" the boy asked his
companions.
King Bal must have overheard the question, for
lie fumbled with the cord that fastened him to the
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throne and managed to release it. Then he floated
upward until he reached the leafy dome, and parting
the branches he disappeared from sight. But the
string that was tied to his body was still connected
with the arm of the throne, and they knew they could
pull his Majesty down again, if they wanted to.
"Let him alone," suggested the Scarecrow. "He
seems a good enough king for his peculiar people, and
after we are gone, the Loons will have something of
a job to pump up all those whom Woot has punc-
tured."
"Every one of them ought to be exploded," declared
Woot, who was angry because his leg still hurt him.
"No," said the Tin Woodman, "that would not
be just fair. They were quite right to capture us,
because we had no business to intrude here, having
been warned to keep away from Loonville. This is
their country, not ours, and since the poor things
can't get out of the clearing, they can harm no one
save those who venture here out of curiosity, as we
did."
"Well said, my friend," agreed the Scarecrow.
"We really had no right to disturb their peace and
comfort; so let us go away."
They easily found the place where they had forced
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their way into the enclosure, so the Tin Woodman
pushed aside the underbrush and started first along
the path. The Scarecrow followed next and last
came Woot, who looked back and saw that the Loons
were still clinging to their perches on the trees and
watching their former captives with frightened eyes.
"I guess they're glad to see the last, of us,"
remarked the boy, and laughing at the happy ending
of the adventure, he followed his comrades along the
path.


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When they had reached the
end of the path, where
they had first seen the warn-
ing sign, they set off across
the country in an easterly
direction. Before long they
reached Rolling Lands, which
were a succession of hills and
valleys where constant climbs
and descents were required,
and their journey now be-
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came tedious, because on climbing each hill, they
found before them nothing in the valley below it —
except grass, or weeds or stones.
Up and down they went for hours, with nothing to
relieve the monotony of the landscape, until finally,
when they had topped a higher hill than usual, they
discovered a cup-shaped valley before them in the
center of which stood an enormous castle, built of
purple stone. The castle was high and broad and
long, but had no turrets and towers. So far as they
could see, there was but one small window and one
big door on each side of the great building.
"This is strange!" mused the Scarecrow. "T& no
idea such a big castle existed in this Gillikin Country.
I wonder who lives here?"
"It seems to me, from this distance," remarked the
Tin Woodman, "that it's the biggest castle I ever
saw. It is really too big for any use, and no one
could open or shut those big doors without a step-
ladder."
"Perhaps, if we go nearer, we shall find out whether
anybody lives there or not," suggested Woot. "Looks
to me as if nobody lived there."
On they went, and when they reached the center of
the valley, where the great stone castle stood, it was
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beginning to grow dark. So they hesitated as to
what to do.
"If friendly people happen to live here," said Woot,
"I shall be glad of a bed; but should enemies occupy
the place, I prefer to sleep upon the ground."
"And if no one at all lives here," added the Scare-
crow, "we can enter, and take possession, and make
ourselves at home."
While speaking he went nearer to one of the great
doors, which was three times as high and broad as
any he had ever seen in a house before, and then
he discovered, engraved in big letters upon a stone
over the doorway, the words:
"YOOP CASTLE"
"Oho!" he exclaimed; "I know the place now.
This was probably the home of Mr. Yoop, a terrible
giant whom I have seen confined in a cage, a long
way from here. Therefore this castle is likely to be
empty and we may use it in any way we please."
"Yes, yes," said the Tin Emperor, nodding; "I
also remember Mr. Yoop. But how are we to get
into his deserted castle? The latch of the door is
so far above our heads that none of us can reach it."
They considered this problem for a while, and then
Woot said to the Tin Man:
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"If I stand upon your shoulders, I think I can
unlatch the door."
"Climb up, then," was the reply, and when the
boy was perched upon the tin shoulders of Nick
Chopper, he was just able to reach the latch and
raise it.
At once the door swung open, its great hinges
making a groaning sound as if in protest, so Woot
leaped down and followed his companions into a big,
bare hallway. Scarcely were the three inside, how-
ever, when they heard the door slam shut behind
them, and this astonished them because no one had
touched it. It had closed of its own accord, as if by
magic. Moreover, the latch was on the outside, and
the thought occurred to each one of them that they
were now prisoners in this unknown castle.
"However," mumbled the Scarecrow, "we are not
to blame for what cannot be helped; so let us push
bravely ahead and see what may be seen."
It was quite dark in the hallway, now that the
outside door was shut, so as they stumbled along a
stone passage they kept close together, not knowing
what danger was likely to befall them.
Suddenly a soft glow enveloped them. It grew
brighter, until they could see their surroundings dis-
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tinctly. They had reached the end of the passage
and before them was another huge door. This noise-
lessly swung open before them, without the help of
anyone, and through the doorway they observed a
big chamber, the walls of which were lined with
plates of pure gold, highly polished.
This room was also lighted, although they could
discover no lamps, and in the center of it was a great
table at which sat an immense woman. She was
clad in silver robes embroidered with gay floral
designs, and wore over this splendid raiment a short
apron of elaborate lace-work. Such an apron was
no protection, and was not in keeping with the hand-
some gown, but the huge woman wore it, nevertheless.
The table at which she sat was spread with a white
cloth and had golden dishes upon it, so the travelers
saw that they had surprised the Giantess while she
was eating her supper.
She had her back toward them and did not even
turn around, but taking a biscuit from a dish she
began to butter it and said in a voice that was big
and deep but not especially unpleasant:
"Why don't you come in and allow the door to
shut? You're causing a draught, and I shall catch
cold and sneeze. When I sneeze, I get cross, and
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when I get cross I'm liable to do something wicked.
Come in, you foolish strangers; come in!"
Being thus urged, they entered the room and
approached the table, until they stood where they
faced the great Giantess. She continued eating, but
smiled in a curious way as she looked at them. Woot
noticed that the door had closed silently after they
had entered, and that didn't please him at all.
"Well," said the Giantess, "what excuse have you
to offer?"
"We didn't know anyone lived here, Madam,"
explained the Scarecrow; "so, being travelers and
strangers in these parts, and wishing to find a place
for our boy friend to sleep, we ventured to enter
your castle."
"You knew it was private property, I suppose?"
said she, buttering another biscuit.
"We saw the words, 'Yoop Castle,' over the door,
but we knew that Mr. Yoop is a prisoner in a cage
in a far-off part of the land of Oz, so we decided
there was no one now at home and that we might
use the castle for the night."
"I see," remarked the Giantess, nodding her head
and smiling again in that curious way — a way that
made Woot shudder. "You didn't know that Mr.
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Yoop was married, or that after he was cruelly cap-
tured his wife still lived in his castle and ran it
to suit herself."
"Who captured Mr. Yoop?" asked Woot, looking
gravely at the big woman.
"Wicked enemies. People who selfishly objected
to Yoop's taking their cows and sheep for his food.
I must admit, however, that Yoop had a bad temper,
and had the habit of knocking over a few houses,
now and then, when he was angry. So one day the
little folks came in a great crowd and captured Mr.
Yoop, and carried him away to a cage somewhere
in the mountains. I don't know where it is, and I
don't care, for my husband treated me badly at times,
forgetting the respect a giant owes to a giantess.
Often he kicked me on my shins, when I wouldn't
wait on him. So I'm glad he is gone."
"It's a wonder the people didn't capture you, too,"
remarked Woot.
"Well, I was too clever for them," said she, giving
a sudden laugh that caused such a breeze that the
wobbly Scarecrow was almost blown off his feet and
had to grab his friend Nick Chopper to steady him-
self. "I saw the people coming," continued Mrs.
Yoop, "and knowing they meant mischief I trans-
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formed myself into a mouse and hid in a cupboard.
After they had gone away, carrying my shin-kicking
husband with them, I transformed myself back to
my former shape again, and here I've lived in peace
and comfort ever since."
"Are you a Witch, then?" inquired Woot.
"Well, not exactly a Witch," she replied, "but
I'm an Artist in Transformations. In other words,
I'm more of a Yookoohoo than a Witch, and of course
you know that the Yookoohoos are the cleverest
magic-workers in the world."
The travelers were silent for a time, uneasily con-
sidering this statement and the effect it might have
on their future. No doubt the Giantess had wilfully
made them her prisoners; yet she spoke so cheerfully,
in her big voice, that until now they had not been
alarmed in the least.
By and by the Scarecrow, whose mixed brains had
been working steadily, asked the woman:
"Are we to consider you our friend, Mrs. Yoop,
or do you intend to be our enemy?"
"I never have friends," she said in a matter-of-
fact tone, "because friends get too familiar and
always forget to mind their own business. But I
am not your enemy; not yet, anyhow. Indeed, I'm
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glad you've come, for my life here is rather lonely.
I've had no one to talk to since I transformed
Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow, into a
canary-bird."
"How did you manage to do that?" asked the Tin
Woodman, in amazement. "Polychrome is a power-
ful fairy!"
"She was,"said the Giantess; "but now she's a
canary-bird. One day after a rain, Polychrome
danced off the Rainbow and fell asleep on a little
mound in this valley, not far from my castle. The
sun came out and drove the Rainbow away, and
before Poly wakened, I stole out and transformed
her into a canary-bird in a gold cage studded with
diamonds. The cage was so she couldn't fly away.
I expected she'd sing and talk and we'd have good
times together; but she has proved no company for
me at all. Ever since the moment of her transforma-
tion, she has refused to speak a single word."
"Where is she now1?" inquired Woot, who had
heard tales of lovely Polychrome and was much
interested in her.
"The cage is hanging up in my bedroom," said
the Giantess, eating another biscuit.
The travelers were now more uneasy and suspicious
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of the Giantess than before. If Polychrome, the
Rainbow's Daughter, who was a real fairy, had been
transformed and enslaved by this huge woman, who
claimed to be a Tookoohoo, what was liable to happen
to them? Said the Scarecrow, twisting his stuffed
head around in Mrs. Toop's direction:
"Do you know, Ma'am, who we are?"
"Of course," said she; "a straw man, a tin man
and a boy."
"We are very important people," declared the
Tin Woodman.
"All the better," she replied. "I shall enjoy your
society the more on that account. For I mean to
keep you here as long as I live, to amuse me when
I get lonely. And," she added slowly, "in this Valley
no one ever dies."
They didn't like this speech at all, so the Scarecrow
frowned in a way that made Mrs. Yoop smile, while
the Tin Woodman looked so fierce that Mrs. Yoop
laughed. The Scarecrow suspected she was going to
laugh, so he slipped behind his friends to escape the
wind from her breath. From this safe position he
said warningly:
"We have powerful friends who will soon come
to rescue us."
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"Let them come," she returned, with an accent of
scorn. "When they get here they will find neither
a boy, nor a tin man, nor a scarecrow, for tomorrow
morning I intend to transform you all into other
shapes, so that you cannot be recognized."
This threat filled them with dismay. The good-
natured Giantess was more terrible than they had
imagined. She could smile and wear pretty clothes
and at the same time be even more cruel than her
wicked husband had been.
Both the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman tried
to think of some way to escape from the castle before
morning, but she seemed to read their thoughts and
shook her head.
"Don't worry your poor brains," said she. "You
can't escape me, however hard you try. But why
should you wish to escape? I shall give you new
forms that are much better than the ones you now
have. Be contented with your fate, for discontent
leads to unhappiness, and unhappiness, in any form,
is the greatest evil that can befall you."
"What forms do you intend to give us?" asked
Woot earnestly.
"I haven't decided, as yet. I'll dream over it
tonight, so in the morning I shall have made up my
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mind how to transform you. Perhaps you'd prefer
to choose your own transformations'?"
"No," said Woot, "I prefer to remain as I am."
"That's funny," she retorted. "You are little, and
you're weak; as you are, you're not much account,
anyhow. The best thing about you is that you're


alive, for I shall be able to make of you some sort
of live creature which will be a great improvement
on your present form."
She took another biscuit from a plate and dipped
it in a pot of honey and calmly began eating it.
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The Scarecrow watched her thoughtfully.
"There are no fields of grain in your Valley," said
he; "where, then, did you get the flour to make your
biscuits?"
"Mercy me! do you think I'd bother to make bis-
cuits out of flour?" she replied. "That is altogether
too tedious a process for a Yookoohoo. I set some
traps this afternoon and caught a lot of field-mice,
but as I do not like to eat mice, I transformed them
into hot biscuits for my supper. The honey in this
pot was once a wasp's nest, but since being trans-
formed it has become sweet and delicious. All I need
do, when I wish to eat, is to take something I don't
care to keep, and transform it into any sort of food
I like, and eat it. Are you hungry?"
"I don't eat, thank you," said the Scarecrow.
"Nor do I," said the Tin Woodman.
"I have still a little natural food in my knapsack,"
said Woot the Wanderer, "and I'd rather eat that
than any wasp's nest."
"Every one to his taste," said the Giantess care-
lessly, and having now finished her supper she rose
to her feet, clapped her hands together, and the supper
table at once disappeared.
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CHAPTER 6
Woot had seen very little of
magic during his wanderings,
while the Scarecrow and the
Tin Woodman had seen a
great deal of many sorts in
their lives, yet all three were
greatly impressed by Mrs.
Yoop's powers. She did not
affect any mysterious airs or
indulge in chants or mystic
rites, as most witches do, nor
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was the Giantess old and ugly or disagreeable in face
or manner. Nevertheless, she frightened her prisoners
more than any witch could have done.
"Please be seated," she said to them, as she sat
herself down in a great arm-chair and spread her
beautiful embroidered skirts for them to admire. But
all the chairs in the room were so high that our
friends could not climb to the seats of them. Mrs.
Yoop observed this and waved her hand, when
instantly a golden ladder appeared leaning against
a chair opposite her own.
"Climb up," said she, and they obeyed, the Tin
Man and the boy assisting the more clumsy Scare-
crow. When they were all seated in a row on the
cushion of the chair, the Giantess continued: "Now
tell me how you happened to travel in this direction,
and where you came from and what your errand is."
So the Tin Woodman told her all about Nimmie
Amee, and how he had decided to find her and marry
her, although he had no Loving Heart. The story
seemed to amuse the big woman, who then began
to ask the Scarecrow questions and for the first time
in her life heard of Ozma of Oz, and of Dorothy and
Jack Pumpkinhead and Dr. Pipt and Tik-tok and
many other Oz people who are well known in the
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Emerald City. Also Woot had to tell his story, which
was very simple and did not take long. The Giantess
laughed heartily when the boy related their adven-
ture at Loonville, but said she knew nothing of the
Loons because she never left her Valley.
"There are wicked people who would like to cap-
ture me, as they did my giant husband, Mr. Yoop,"
said she; "so I stay at home and mind my own
business."
"If Ozma knew that you dared to work magic
without her consent, she would punish you severely,"
declared the Scarecrow, "for this castle is in the
Land of Oz, and no persons in the Land of Oz are
permitted to work magic except Glinda the Good
and the little Wizard who lives with Ozma in the
Emerald City."
"That for your Ozma!" exclaimed the Giantess,
snapping her fingers in derision. "What do I care
for a girl whom I have never seen and who has never
seen me?"
"But Ozma is a fairy," said the Tin Woodman,
"and therefore she is very powerful. Also, we are
under Ozma's protection, and to injure us in any way
would make her extremely angry."
"What I do here, in my own private castle in this
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secluded Valley — where no one comes but fools like
you — can never be known to your fairy Ozma,"
returned the Giantess. "Do not seek to frighten me
from my purpose, and do not allow yourselves to
be frightened, for it is best to meet bravely what
cannot be avoided. I am now going to bed, and in
the morning I will give you all new forms, such as
will be more interesting to me than the ones you
now wear. Good night, and pleasant dreams."
Saying this, Mrs. Yoop rose from her chair and
walked through a doorway into another room. So
heavy was the tread of the Giantess that even the
walls of the big stone castle trembled as she stepped.
She closed the door of her bedroom behind her, and
then suddenly the light went out and the three pris-
oners found themselves in total darkness.
The Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow didn't mind
the dark at all, but Woot the Wanderer felt worried
to be left in this strange place in this strange manner,
without being able to see any danger that might
threaten.
"The big woman might have given me a bed, any-
how," he said to his companions, and scarcely had
he spoken when he felt something press against his
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chair. Leaning down, he put out his hand and found
that a bedstead had appeared, with mattress, sheets
and covers, all complete. He lost no time in slipping
down upon the bed and was soon fast asleep.
During the night the Scarecrow and the Emperor
talked in low tones together, and they got out of
the chair and moved all about the room, feeling for
some hidden spring that might open a door or window
and permit them to escape.
Morning found them still unsuccessful in the quest
and as soon as it was daylight Woot's bed suddenly
disappeared, and he dropped to the floor with a
thump that quickly wakened him. And after a time
the Giantess came from her bedroom, wearing another
dress that was quite as elaborate as the one in which
she had been attired the evening before, and also
wearing the pretty lace apron. Having seated herself
in a chair, she said:
"I'm hungry; so I'll have breakfast at once."
She clapped her hands together and instantly the
table appeared before her, spread with snowy linen
and laden with golden dishes. But there was no
food upon the table, nor anything else except a
pitcher of water, a bundle of weeds and a handful
of pebbles. But the Giantess poured some water into
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her coffee-pot, patted it once or twice with her hand,
and then poured out a cupful of steaming hot coffee.
"Would you like some?" she asked Woot.
He was suspicious of magic coffee, but it smelled
so good that he could not resist it; so he answered:
"If you please, Madam."
The Giantess poured out another cup and set it
on the floor for Woot. It was as big as a tub, and
the golden spoon in the saucer beside the cup was
so heavy the boy could scarcely lift it. But Woot
managed to get a sip of the coffee and found it
delicious.
Mrs. Yoop next transformed the weeds into a dish
of oatmeal, which she ate with good appetite.
"Now, then," said she, picking up the pebbles,
"I'm wondering whether I shall have fish-balls or
lamb-chops to complete my meal. Which would you
prefer, Woot the Wanderer?"
"If you please, I'll eat the food in my knapsack,"
answered the boy. "Your magic food might taste
good, but I'm afraid of it."
The woman laughed at his fears and transformed
the pebbles into fish-balls.
"I suppose you think that after you had eaten
this food it would turn to stones again and make
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you sick," she remarked; "but that would be impos-
sible. Nothing I transform ever gets back to its
former shape again, so these fish-balls can never
more be pebbles. That is why I have to be careful
of my transformations," she added, busily eating
while she talked, "for while I can change forms at
will I can never change them back again — which
proves that even the powers of a clever Yookoohoo
are limited. When I have transformed you three
people, you must always wear the shapes that I
have given you."
"Then please don't transform us," begged Woot,
"for we are quite satisfied to remain as we are."
"I am not expecting to satisfy you, but intend to
please myself," she declared, "and my pleasure is to
give you new shapes. For, if by chance your friends
came in search of you, not one of them would be
able to recognize you."
Her tone was so positive that they knew it would
be useless to protest. The woman was not unpleasant
to look at; her face was not cruel; her voice was big
but gracious in tone; but her words showed that she
possessed a merciless heart and no pleadings would
alter her wicked purpose.
Mrs. Yoop took ample time to finish her breakfast
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and the prisoners had no desire to hurry her, but
finally the meal was concluded and she folded her
napkin and made the table disappear by clapping
her hands together. Then she turned to her captives
and said:
"The next thing on the programme is to change
your forms."
"Have you decided what forms to give us?" asked
the Scarecrow, uneasily.
"Yes; I dreamed it all out while I was asleep.
This Tin Man seems a very solemn person " — indeed,
the Tin Woodman was looking solemn, just then, for
he was greatly disturbed — "so I shall change him
into an Owl."
All she did was to point one finger at him as she
spoke, but immediately the form of the Tin Woodman
began to change and in a few seconds Nick Chopper,
the Emperor of the Winkies, had been transformed
into an Owl, with eyes as big as saucers and a hooked
beak and strong claws. But he was still tin. He
was a Tin Owl, with tin legs and beak and eyes
and feathers. When he flew to the back of a chair
and perched upon it, his tin feathers rattled against
one another with a tinny clatter.
The Giantess seemed much amused by the Tin
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Owl's appearance, for her laugh was big and
jolly.
"You're not liable to get lost," said she, "for your
wings and feathers will make a racket wherever you
go. And, on my word, a Tin Owl is so rare and
pretty that it is an improvement on the ordinary
bird. I did not intend to make you tin, but I forgot
to wish you to be meat. However, tin you were,
and tin you are, and as it's too late to change you,
that settles it."
Until now the Scarecrow had rather doubted the
possibility of Mrs. Yoop's being able to transform
him, or his friend the Tin Woodman, for they were
not made as ordinary people are. He had worried
more over what might happen to Woot than to him-
self, but now he began to worry about himself.
"Madam," he said hastily, "I consider this action
very impolite. It may even be called rude, consid-
ering we are your guests."
"You are not guests, for I did not invite you here,"
she replied.
"Perhaps not; but we craved hospitality. We
threw ourselves upon your mercy, so to speak, and
we now find you have no mercy. Therefore, if you
will excuse the expression, I must say it is downright
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wicked to take our proper forms away from us and
give us others that we do not care for."
"Are you trying to make me angry?" she asked,
frowning.
"By no means," said the Scarecrow; "I'm just
trying to make you act more ladylike."

"Oh, indeed 1 In my opinion, Mr. Scarecrow, you
are now acting like a bear — so a Bear you shall be!"
Again the dreadful finger pointed, this time in
the Scarecrow's direction, and at once his form began
to change. In a few seconds he had become a small
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Brown Bear, but he was stuffed with straw as he
had been before, and when the little Brown Bear
shuffled across the floor he was just as wobbly as
the Scarecrow had been and moved just as
awkwardly.
Woot was amazed, but he was also thoroughly
frightened.
"Did it hurt?" he asked the little Brown Bear.
"No, of course not," growled the Scarecrow in the
Bear's form; "but I don't like walking on four legs;
it's undignified."
"Consider my humiliation!" chirped the Tin Owl,
trying to settle its tin feathers smoothly with its
tin beak. "And I can't see very well, either. The
light seems to hurt my eyes."
"That's because you are an Owl," said Woot. "I
think you will see better in the dark."
"Well," remarked the Giantess, "I'm very well
pleased with these new forms, for my part, and I'm
sure you will like them better when you get used
to them. So now," she added, turning to the boy,
"it is your turn."
"Don't you think you'd better leave me as I am?"
asked Woot in a trembling voice.
"No," she replied, "I'm going to make a Monkey
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of you. I love monkeys — they're so cute! — and I
think a Green Monkey will be lots of fun and amuse
me when I am sad."
Woot shivered, for again the terrible magic finger
pointed, and pointed directly his way. He felt him-
self changing; not so very much, however, and it
didn't hurt him a bit. He looked down at his limbs
and body and found that his clothes were gone and
his skin covered with a fine, silk-like green fur. His
hands and feet were now those of a monkey. He
realized he really was a monkey, and his first feeling
was one of anger. He began to chatter as monkeys
do. He bounded to the seat of a giant chair, and
then to its back and with a wild leap sprang upon
the laughing Giantess. His idea was to seize her
hair and pull it out by the roots, and so have revenge
for her wicked transformations. But she raised her
hand and said:
"Gently, my dear Monkey — gently! You're not
angry; you're happy as can be!"
Woot stopped short. No; he wasn't a bit angry
now; he felt as good-humored and gay as ever he
did when a boy. Instead of pulling Mrs. Yoop's hair,
he perched on her shoulder and smoothed her soft
cheek with his hairy paw. In return, she smiled
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at the funny green animal and patted his head.
"Very good," said the Giantess. "Let us all
become friends and be happy together. How is my
Tin Owl feeling?"
"Quite comfortable," said the Owl. "I don't like
it, to be sure, but I'm not going to allow my new
form to make me unhappy. But, tell me, please:
What is a Tin Owl good for?"
"You are only good to make me laugh," replied
the Giantess.
"Will a stuffed Bear also make you laugh?"
inquired the Scarecrow, sitting back on his haunches
to look up at her.
"Of course," declared the Giantess; "and I have
added a little magic to your transformations to make
you all contented with wearing your new forms.
I'm sorry I didn't think to do that when I trans-
formed Polychrome into a Canary-Bird. But per-
haps, when she sees how cheerful you are, she will
cease to be silent and sullen and take to singing.
I will go get the bird and let you see her."
With this, Mrs. Yoop went into the next room
and soon returned bearing a golden cage in which
sat upon a swinging perch a lovely yellow Canary.
"Polychrome," said the Giantess, "permit me to
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introduce to you a Green Monkey, which used to be
a boy called Woot the Wanderer, and a Tin Owl,x
which used to be a Tin Woodman named Nick
Chopper, and a straw-stuffed little Brown Bear which
used to be a live Scarecrow."
"We already know one another," declared the
Scarecrow. "The bird is Polychrome, the Rainbow's
Daughter, and she and I used to be good friends."
"Are you really my old friend, the Scarecrow1?"
asked the bird, in a sweet, low voice.
"There!" cried Mrs. Yoop; "that's the first time
she has spoken since she was transformed."
"I am really your old friend," answered the Scare-
crow; "but you must pardon me for appearing just
now in this brutal form."
"I am a bird, as you are, dear Poly," said the
Tin Woodman; "but, alas! a Tin Owl is not as beau-
tiful as a Canary-Bird."
"How dreadful it all is!" sighed the Canary.
"Couldn't you manage to escape from this terrible
Yookoohoo?"
"No," answered the Scarecrow, "we tried to
escape, but failed. She first made us her prisoners
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"I was asleep, and she took unfair advantage of
me," answered the bird sadly. "Had I been awake,
I could easily have protected myself."
"Tell me," said the Green Monkey earnestly, as
he came close to the cage, "what must we do,

Daughter of the Rainbow, to escape from these
transformations? Can't you help us, being a Fairy?"
"At present I am powerless to help even myself,"
replied the Canary.
"That's the exact truth!" exclaimed the Giantess,
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who seemed pleased to hear the bird talk, even
though it complained; "you are all helpless and in
my power, so you may as well make up your minds
to accept your fate and be content. Remember that
you are transformed for good, since no magic on
earth can break your enchantments. I am now going
out for my morning walk, for each day after break-
fast I walk sixteen times around my castle for
exercise. Amuse yourselves while I am gone, and
when I return I hope to find you all reconciled and
happy."
So the Giantess walked to the door by which our
friends had entered the great hall and spoke one
word: "Open I" Then the door swung open and
after Mrs. Yoop had passed out it closed again with
a snap as its powerful bolts shot into place. The
Green Monkey had rushed toward the opening,
hoping to escape, but he was too late and only got
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"You cannot open any door or window in this
enchanted castle unless you are wearing the Magic
Apron," said the Canary.
"What Magic Apron do you mean?" asked the
Tin Owl, in a curious voice.
'» "The lace one, which the Giantess always wears.
I have been her prisoner, in this cage, for several
weeks, and she hangs my cage in her bedroom every
night, so that she can keep her eye on me," explained
Polychrome the Canary. "Therefore I have discov-
ered that it is the Magic Apron that opens the doors
and windows, and nothing else can move them.
When she goes to bed, Mrs. Yoop hangs her apron
on the bedpost, and one morning she forgot to put
it on when she commanded the door to open, and
the door would not move. So then she put on the
lace apron and the door obeyed her. That was how
I learned the magic power of the apron."
"I see — I see!" said the little Brown Bear,
wagging his stuffed head. "Then, if we could get
the apron from Mrs. Yoop, we could open the doors
and escape from our prison."
"That is true, and it is the plan I was about to
suggest," replied Polychrome the Canary-Bird.
"However, I don't believe the Owl could steal the
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her prisoners found not the slightest chance to leave
the big hall in which they were confined.
The Green Monkey thought it would be wise to
make a friend of the big woman, so as to gain her
confidence, so he sat on the back of her chair and
chattered to her while she mended her stockings and
sewed silver buttons on some golden shoes that were
as big as row-boats. This pleased the Giantess and
she would pause at times to pat the Monkey's head.
The little Brown Bear curled up in a corner and
lay still all day. The Owl and the Canary found
they could converse together in the bird language,
which neither the Giantess nor the Bear nor the
Monkey could understand; so at times they twittered
away to each other and passed the long, dreary day
quite cheerfully.
After dinner Mrs. Yoop took a big fiddle from a
big cupboard and played such loud and dreadful
music that her prisoners were all thankful when at
last she stopped and said she was going to bed.
After cautioning the Monkey and Bear and Owl
to behave themselves during the night, she picked
up the cage containing the Canary and, going to
the door of her bedroom, commanded it to open.
Just then, however, she remembered she had left
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her fiddle lying upon a table, so she went back for
it and put it away in the cupboard, and while her
back was turned the Green Monkey slipped through
the open door into her bedroom and hid underneath
the bed. The Giantess, being sleepy, did not notice
!this, and entering her room she made the door close
behind her and then hung the bird-cage on a peg
3 by the window. Then she began to undress, first
4 taking off the lace apron and laying it over the
*4 bedpost, where it was within easy reach of her hand.
I As soon as Mrs. Yoop was in bed the lights all
lwent out, and Woot the Monkey crouched under the
ji bed and waited patiently until he heard the Giantess
{ snoring. Then he crept out and in the dark felt
'. around until he got hold of the apron, which he at
once tied around his own waist.
* Next, Woot tried to find the Canary, and there was
just enough moonlight showing through the window
to enable him to see where the cage hung; but it was
out of his reach. At first he was tempted to leave
Polychrome and escape with his other friends, but
remembering his promise to the Rainbow's Daughter
Woot tried to think how to save her.
A chair stood near the window, and this — showing
dimly in the moonlight — gave him an idea. By push-
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ing against it with all his might, he found he could
move the giant chair a few inches at a time. So he
pushed and pushed until the chair was beneath the
bird-cage, and then he sprang noiselessly upon the
seat — for his monkey form enabled him to jump
higher than he could do as a boy — and from there to

the back of the chair, and so managed to reach the
cage and take it off the peg. Then down he sprang
to the floor and made his way to the door.
"Open!" he commanded, and at once the door
obeyed and swung open. But his voice wakened Mrs.
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Yoop, who gave a wild cry and sprang out of bed with
one bound. The Green Monkey dashed through the
doorway, carrying the cage with him, and before the
Giantess could reach the door it slammed shut and
imprisoned her in her own bed-chamber!
The noise she made, pounding upon the door, and
her yells of anger and dreadful threats of vengeance,
filled all our friends with terror, and Woot the Mon-
key was so excited that in the dark he could not find
the outer door of the hall. But the Tin Owl could
see very nicely in the dark, so he guided his friends
to the right place and when all were grouped before
the door Woot commanded it to open. The Magic
Apron proved as powerful as when it had been worn
by the Giantess, so a moment later they had rushed
through the passage and were standing in the fresh
night air outside the castle, free to go wherever they
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"Quick!" cried Polychrome
the Canary; " we must hurry,
or Mrs. Yoop may find some
way to recapture us, even
now. Let us get out of her
Valley as soon as possible."
So they set off toward the
east, moving as swiftly as
they could, and for a long
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prisoned Giantess. The Green Monkey could run
over the ground very swiftly, and he carried with
him the bird-cage containing Polychrome the Rain-
bow's Daughter. Also the Tin Owl could skip and
fly along at a good rate of speed, his feathers rattling
against one another with a tinkling sound as he
moved. But the little Brown Bear, being stuffed
with straw, was a clumsy traveler and the others
had to wait for him to follow.
However, they were not very long in reaching the
ridge that led out of Mrs. Yoop's Valley, and when
they had passed this ridge and descended into the
next valley they stopped to rest, for the Green Mon-
key was tired.
"I believe we are safe, now," said Polychrome,
when her cage was set down and the others had
all gathered around it, "for Mrs. Yoop dares not go
outside of her own Valley, for fear of being captured
by her enemies. So we may take our time to consider
what to do next."
"I'm afraid poor Mrs. Yoop will starve to death,
if no one lets her out of her bedroom," said Woot,
who had a heart as kind as that of the Tin Wood-
man. "We've taken her Magic Apron away, and now
the doors will never open."
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"Don't worry about that," advised Polychrome.
"Mrs. Yoop has plenty of magic left to console
her."
"Are you sure of that?" asked the Green Monkey.
"Yes, for I've been watching her for weeks," said
the Canary. "She has six magic hairpins, which she
wears in her hair, and a magic ring which she wears
on her thumb and which is invisible to all eyes except
those of a fairy, and magic bracelets on both her
ankles. So I am positive that she will manage to
find a way out of her prison."
"She might transform the door into an archway,"
suggested the little Brown Bear.
"That would be easy for her," said the Tin Owl;
"but Fm glad she was too angry to think of that
before we got out of her Valley."
"Well, we have escaped the big woman, to be
sure," remarked the Green Monkey, "but we still
wear the awful forms the cruel yookoohoo gave us.
How are we going to get rid of these shapes, and
become ourselves again?"
None could answer that question. They sat around
the cage, brooding over the problem, until the Mon-
key fell asleep. Seeing this, the Canary tucked her
head under her wing and also slept, and the Tin
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sunshine very trying to his big eyes, so he shut them
tight and perched upon the back of the little Brown
Bear, which carried the Owl's weight with ease. The
Canary sometimes perched upon the Green Monkey's
shoulder and sometimes fluttered on ahead of the
party, and in this manner they traveled in good
spirits across that valley and into the next one to the
east of it.
This they found to be an immense hollow, shaped
like a saucer, and on its farther edge appeared the
forest which Polychrome had seen from the sky.
"Come to think of it," said the Tin Owl, waking
up and blinking comically at his friends, "there's no
object, now, in our traveling to the Munch kin Coun-
try. My idea in going there was to marry Nimmie
Amee, but however much the Munchkin girl may have
loved a Tin Woodman, I cannot reasonably expect her
to marry a Tin Owl."
"There is some truth in that, my friend," remarked
the Brown Bear. "And to think that I, who was
considered the handsomest Scarecrow in the world,
am now condemned to be a scrubby, no-account beast,
whose only redeeming feature is that he is stuffed
with straw!"
"Consider my case, please," said Woot. "The cruel
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Giantess has made a Monkey of a Boy, and that is
the most dreadful deed of all!"
"Your color is rather pretty," said the Brown
Bear, eyeing Woot critically. "I have never seen a
pea-green monkey before, and it strikes me you are
quite gorgeous."
"It isn't so bad to be a bird," asserted the Canary,
fluttering from one to another with a free and grace-
ful motion, "but I long to enjoy my own shape
again."
"As Polychrome, you were the loveliest maiden I
have ever seen — except, of course, Ozma," said the
Tin Owl; "so the Giantess did well to transform you
into the loveliest of all birds, if you were to be trans-
formed at all. But tell me, since you are a fairy, and
have a fairy wisdom: do you think we shall be able
to break these enchantments?"
"Queer things happen in the Land of Oz," replied
the Canary, again perching on the Green Monkey's
shoulder and turning one bright eye thoughtfully
toward her questioner. "Mrs. Yoop has declared that
none of her transformations can ever be changed, even
by herself, but I believe that if we could get to Glinda,
the Good Sorceress, she might find a way to restore
us to our natural shapes. Glinda, as you know, is
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the most powerful Sorceress in the world, and there
are few things she cannot do if she tries."
"In that case," said the Little Brown Bear, "let
us return southward and try to get to Glinda's castle.
It lies in the Quadling Country, you know, so it is a
good way from here."
"First, however, let us visit the forest and search
for something to eat," pleaded Woot. So they con-
tinued on to the edge of the forest, which consisted
of many tall and beautiful trees. They discovered
no fruit trees, at first, so the Green Monkey pushed
on into the forest depths and the others followed
close behind him.
They were traveling quietly along, under the shade
of the trees, when suddenly an enormous jaguar
leaped upon them from a limb and with one blow of
his paw sent the little Brown Bear tumbling over
and over until he was stopped by a tree-trunk.
Instantly they all took alarm. The Tin Owl shrieked:
"Hoot — hoot!" and flew straight up to the branch
of a tall tree, although he could scarcely see where
he was going. The Canary swiftly darted to a place
beside the Owl, and the Green Monkey sprang up,
caught a limb, and soon scrambled to a high perch
of safety.
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The Jaguar crouched low and with hungry eyes
regarded the little Brown Bear, which slowly got
upon its feet and asked reproachfully:
"For goodness' sake, Beast, what were you trying
to do?"
"Trying to get my breakfast," answered the Jag-
uar with a snarl, "and I believe I've succeeded.
You ought to make a delicious meal — unless you
happen to be old and tough."
"I'm worse than that, considered as a breakfast,"
said the Bear, " for I'm only a skin stuffed with straw,
and therefore not fit to eat."
"Indeed!" cried the Jaguar, in a disappointed
voice; " then you must be a magic Bear, or enchanted,
and I must seek my breakfast from among your
companions."
With this he raised his lean head to look up at
the Tin Owl and the Canary and the Monkey, and he
lashed his tail upon the ground and growled as fiercely
as any jaguar could.
"My friends are enchanted, also," said the little
Brown Bear.
"All of them?" asked the Jaguar.
"Yes. The Owl is tin, so you couldn't possibly eat
him. The Canary is a fairy — Polychrome, the
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Daughter of the Rainbow — and you never could
catch her because she can easily fly out of your
reach."
"There still remains the Green Monkey," remarked
the Jaguar hungrily. "He is neither made of tin
nor stuffed with straw, nor can he fly. I'm pretty
good at climbing trees, myself, so I think I'll capture
the Monkey and eat him for my breakfast."
Woot the Monkey, hearing this speech from his
perch on the tree, became much frightened, for he
knew the nature of jaguars and realized they could
climb trees and leap from limb to limb with the
agility of cats. So he at once began to scamper
through the forest as fast as he could go, catching
at a branch with his long monkey arms and swinging
his green body through space to grasp another branch
in a neighboring tree, and so on, while the Jaguar
followed him from below, his eyes fixed steadfastly
on his prey. But presently Woot got his feet tangled
in the Lace Apron, which he was still wearing, and
that tripped him in his flight and made him fall to
the ground, where the Jaguar placed one huge paw
upon him and said grimly:
"I've got you, now!"
The fact that the Apron Had tripped him made
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Woot remember its magic powers, and in his terror
he cried out: "Open!" without stopping to consider
how this command might save him. But, at the
word, the earth opened at the exact spot where he
lay under the Jaguar's paw, and his body sank down-
ward, the earth closing over it again. The last thing

Woot the Monkey saw, as he glanced upward, was
the Jaguar peering into the hole in astonishment.
"He's gone!" cried the beast, with a long-drawn
sigh of disappointment; "he's gone, and now I shall
have no breakfast."
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The clatter of the Tin Owl's wings sounded above
him, and the little Brown Bear came trotting up
and asked:
"Where is the monkey? Have you eaten him so
quickly?"
"No, indeed," answered the Jaguar. "He disap-
peared into the earth before I could take one bite
of him!"
And now the Canary perched upon a stump, a
little way from the forest beast, and said:
"I am glad our friend has escaped you; but, as it
is natural for a hungry beast to wish his breakfast,
I will try to give you one."
"Thank you," replied the Jaguar. "You're rather
small for a full meal, but it's kind of you to sacri-
fice yourself to my appetite."
"Oh, I don't intend to be eaten, I assure you,"
said the Canary, "but as I am a fairy I know some-
thing of magic, and though I am now transformed
into a bird's shape, I am sure I can conjure up a
breakfast that will satisfy you."
"If you can work magic, why don't you break
the enchantment you are under and return to your
proper form?" inquired the beast doubtingly.
"I haven't the power to do that," answered the
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Canary, "for Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess who trans-
formed me, used a peculiar form of yookoohoo magic
that is unknown to me. However, she could not
deprive me of my own fairy knowledge, so I will try
to get you a breakfast."
"Do you think a magic breakfast would taste good,
or relieve the pangs of hunger I now suffer?" asked
the Jaguar.
"I am sure it would. What would you like to
eat?"
"Give me a couple of fat rabbits," said the beast.
"Rabbits! No, indeed. Td not allow you to eat the
dear little things," declared Polychrome the Canary.
"Well, three or four squirrels, then," pleaded the
Jaguar.
"Do you think me so cruel?" demanded the Canary,
indignantly. "The squirrels are my especial friends."
"How about a plump owl? " asked the beast. "Not
a tin one, you know, but a real meat owl."
"Neither beast nor bird shall you have," said Poly-
chrome in a positive voice.
"Give me a fish, then; there's a river a little way
off," proposed the Jaguar.
"No living thing shall be sacrificed to feed you,"
returned the Canary.
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"Then what in the world do you expect me to
eat?" said the Jaguar in a scornful tone.
"How would mush-and-milk do?" asked the
Canary.
The Jaguar snarled in derision and lashed his tail
against the ground angrily.'

"Give him some scrambled eggs on toast, Poly,"
suggested the Bear Scarecrow. "He ought to like
that"
"I will," responded the Canary, and fluttering her
wings she made a flight of three circles around the
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stump. Then she flew up to a tree and the Bear
and the Owl and the Jaguar saw that upon the stump
had appeared a great green leaf upon which was a
large portion of scrambled eggs on toast, smoking hot.
"There!" said the Bear; " eat your breakfast, friend
Jaguar, and be content."
The Jaguar crept closer to the stump and sniffed
the fragrance of the scrambled eggs. They smelled
so good that he tasted them, and they tasted so good
that he ate the strange meal in a hurry, proving he
had been really hungry.
"I prefer rabbits," he muttered, licking his chops,
"but I must admit the magic breakfast has filled my
stomach full, and brought me comfort. So Fm much
obliged for the kindness, little Fairy, and Til now
leave you in peace."
Saying this, he plunged into the thick underbrush
and soon disappeared, although they could hear his
great body crashing through the bushes until he
was far distant.
"That was a good way to get rid of the savage
beast, Poly," said the Tin Woodman to the Canary;
"but I'm surprised that you didn't give our friend
Woot a magic breakfast, when you knew he was
hungry."
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"The reason for that," answered Polychrome, " was
that my mind was so intent on other things that I
quite forgot my power to produce food by magic.
But where is the monkey boy?"
"Gone!" said the Scarecrow Bear, solemnly. "The
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The Green Monkey sank gen-
tly into the earth for a
little way and then tumbled
swiftly through space, land-
ing on a rocky floor with a
thump that astonished him.
Then he sat up, found that no
bones were broken, and gazed
around him.
He seemed to be in a big
underground cave, which was
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dimly lighted by dozens of big round discs that looked
like moons. They were not moons, however, as Woot
discovered when he had examined the place more
carefully. They were eyes. The eyes were in the
heads of enormous beasts whose bodies trailed far
behind them. Each beast was bigger than an ele-
phant, and three times as long, and there were a
dozen or more of the creatures scattered here and
there about the cavern. On their bodies were big
scales, as round as pie-plates, which were beautifully
tinted in shades of green, purple and orange. On the
ends of their long tails were clusters of jewels.
Around the great, moon-like eyes were circles of
diamonds which sparkled in the subdued light that
glowed from the eyes.
Woot saw that the creatures had wide mouths and
rows of terrible teeth and, from tales he had heard
of such beings, he knew he had fallen into a cavern
inhabited by the great Dragons that had been driven
from the surface of the earth and were only allowed
to come out once in a hundred years to search for
food. Of course he had never seen Dragons before,
yet there was no mistaking them, for they were unlike
any other living creatures.
Woot sat upon the floor where he had fallen, star-
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ing around, and the owners of the big eyes returned
his look, silently and motionless. Finally one of the
Dragons which was farthest away from him asked,
in a deep, grave voice:
"What was that?"
And the greatest Dragon of all, who was just in
front of the Green Monkey, answered in a still deeper
voice:
"It is some foolish animal from Outside."
"Is it good to eat?" inquired a smaller Dragon
beside the great one. "I'm hungry."
"Hungry!" exclaimed all the Dragons, in a
reproachful chorus; and then the great one said chid-
ingly: "Tut-tut, my son! You've no reason to be
hungry at this time."
"Why not?" asked the little Dragon. "I haven't
eaten anything in eleven years."
"Eleven years is nothing," remarked another
Dragon, sleepily opening and closing his eyes; "I haven't feasted for eighty-seven years, and I dare
not get hungry for a dozen or so years to come.
Children who eat between meals should be broken
of the habit."
"All I had, eleven years ago, was a rhinoceros,
and that's not a full meal at all," grumbled the young
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one. "And, before that, I had waited sixty-two years
to be fed; so it's no wonder I'm hungry."
"How old are you now?" asked Woot, forgetting
his own dangerous position in his interest in the
conversation.
"Why, I'm —I'm— How old am I, Father?"
asked the little Dragon.
"Goodness gracious! what a child to ask questions.
Do you want to keep me thinking all the time? Don't
you know that thinking is very bad for Dragons?"
returned the big one, impatiently.
"How old am I, Father?" persisted the small
Dragon.
"About six hundred and thirty, I believe. Ask
your mother."
"No; don't!" said an old Dragon in the background;
"haven't I enough worries, what with being wakened
in the middle of a nap, without being obliged to keep
track of my children's ages?"
"You've been fast asleep for over sixty years,
Mother," said the child Dragon. "How long a nap
do you wish?"
"I should have slept forty years longer. And this
strange little green beast should be punished for fall-
ing into our cavern and disturbing us."
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"I didn't know you were here, and I didn't know
I was going to fall in," explained Woot.
"Nevertheless, here you are," said the great
Dragon, "and you have carelessly wakened our entire
tribe; so it stands to reason you must be punished."
"In what way?" inquired the Green Monkey,
trembling a little.
"Give me time and I'll think of a way. You're in
no hurry, are you?" asked the great Dragon.
"No, indeed," cried Woot. "Take your time. I'd
much rather you'd all go to sleep again, and punish
me when you wake up in a hundred years or so."
"Let me eat him!" pleaded the littlest Dragon.
"He is too small," said the father. "To eat this
one Green Monkey would only serve to make you
hungry for more, and there are no more."
"Quit this chatter and let me get to sleep," protested
another Dragon, yawning in a fearful manner, for
when he opened his mouth a sheet of flame leaped
forth from it and made Woot jump back to get out
of its way.
In his jump he bumped against the nose of a
Dragon behind him, which opened its mouth to growl
and shot another sheet of flame at him. The flame
was bright, but not very hot, yet Woot screamed with
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terror and sprang forward with a great bound. This
time he landed on the paw of the great Chief Dragon,
who angrily raised his other front paw and struck
the Green Monkey a fierce blow. Woot went sailing
through the air and fell sprawling upon the rocky
floor far beyond the place where the Dragon Tribe
was grouped.
All the great beasts were now thoroughly wakened
and aroused, and they blamed the monkey for dis-
turbing their quiet. The littlest Dragon darted after
Woot and the others turned their unwieldy bodies in
his direction and followed, flashing from their eyes
and mouths flames which lighted up the entire cavern.
Woot almost gave himself up for lost, at that
moment, but he scrambled to his feet and dashed
away to the farthest end of the cave, the Dragons
following more leisurely because they were too clumsy
to move fast. Perhaps they thought there was no
need of haste, as the monkey could not escape from
the cave. But, away up at the end of the place, the
cavern floor was heaped with tumbled rocks, so Woot,
with an agility born of fear, climbed from rock to
rock until he found himself crouched against the
cavern roof. There he waited, for he could go no
farther, while on over the tumbled rocks slowly crept
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"None of them," returned the Jaguar, with a sly
grin. "I had a dish of magic scrambled eggs — on
toast — and it wasn't a bad feast, at all. There isn't
room in me for even you, and I don't regret it because
I judge, from your green color, that you are not ripe,
and would make an indifferent meal. We jaguars
have to be careful of our digestions. Farewell, Friend
Monkey. Follow the path I made through the bushes
and you will find your friends."
With this the Jaguar marched on his way and Woot
took his advice and followed the trail he had made
until he came to the place where the little Brown
Bear, and the Tin Owl, and the Canary were con-
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Glinda may be able to restore us to our proper forms."
"If we turn south now," the Tin Owl replied, "we
might go straight into the Emerald City. That's a
place I wish to avoid, for I'd hate to have my friends
see me in this sad plight," and he blinked his eyes
and fluttered his tin wings mournfully.
"But I am certain we have passed beyond Emerald
City," the Canary assured him, sailing lightly around
their heads. "So, should we turn south from here,
we would pass into the Munchkin Country, and con-
tinuing south we would reach the Quadling Country
where Glinda's castle is located."
"Well, since you're sure of that, let's start right
away," proposed the Bear. "It's a long journey, at
the best, and I'm getting tired of walking on four
legs."
"I thought you never tired, being stuffed with
straw," said Woot.
"I mean that it annoys me, to be obliged to go on
all fours, when two legs are my proper walking equip-
ment," replied the Scarecrow. "I consider it beneath
my dignity. In other words, my remarkable brains
can tire, through humiliation, although my body can-
not tire."
"That is one of the penalties of having brains,"
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remarked the Tin Owl with a sigh, "I have had no
brains since I was a man of meat, and so I never
worry. Nevertheless, I prefer my former manly form
to this owl's shape and would be glad to break Mrs.
Yoop's enchantment as soon as possible. I am so
noisy, just now, that I disturb myself," and he flattered his wings with a clatter that echoed throughout
the forest.
So, being all of one mind, they turned southward,
traveling steadily on until the woods were left behind
and the landscape turned from purple tints to blue
tints, which assured them they had entered the Coun-
try of the Munchkins.
"Now I feel myself more safe," said the Scarecrow
Bear. "I know this country pretty well, having been
made here by a Munchkin farmer and having wan-
dered over these lovely blue lands many times. Seems
to me, indeed, that I even remember that group of
three tall trees ahead of us; and, if I do, we are not
far from the home of my friend Jinjur."
"Who is Jinjur?" asked Woot, the Green Monkey.
"Haven't you heard of Jinjur?" exclaimed the
Scarecrow, in surprise.
"No," said Woot. "Is Jinjur a man, a woman, a
beast or a bird?"
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"Jinjur is a girl," explained the Scarecrow Bear.
"She's a fine girl, too, although a bit restless and
liable to get excited. Once, a long time ago, she raised
an army of girls and called herself * General Jijur.'
With her army she captured the Emerald City, and
drove me out of it, because I insisted that an army in
Oz was highly improper. But Ozma punished the
rash girl, and afterward Jinjur and I became fast
friends. Now Jinjur lives peacefully on a farm, near
here, and raises fields of cream-puffs, chocolate-
caramel and macaroons. They say she's a pretty good
farmer, and in addition to that she's an artist, and
paints pictures so perfect that one can scarcely tell
them from nature. She often repaints my face for
me, when it gets worn or mussy, and the lovely expres-
sion I wore when the Giantess transformed me was
painted by Jinjur only a month or so ago."
"It was certainly a pleasant expression," agreed
Woot.
"Jinjur can paint anything," continued the Scare-
crow Bear, with enthusiasm, as they walked along
together. "Once, when I came to her house, my
straw was old and crumpled, so that my body sagged
dreadfully. I needed new straw to replace the old,
but Jinjur had no straw on all her ranch and I was
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really unable to travel farther until I had been
restuffed. When I explained this to Jinjur, the girl
at once painted a straw-stack which was so natural
that I went to it and secured enough straw to fill all
my body. It was a good quality of straw, too, and
lasted me a long time."
This seemed very wonderful to Woot, who knew
that such a thing could never happen in any place
but a fairy country like Oz.
The Munchkin Country was much nicer than the
Gillikin Country, and all the fields were separated by
blue fences, with grassy lanes and paths of blue
ground, and the land seemed well cultivated. They
were on a little hill looking down upon this favored
country, but had not quite reached the settled parts,
when on turning a bend in the path they were halted
by a form that barred their way.
A more curious creature they had seldom seen, even
in the Land of Oz, where curious creatures abound.
It had the head of a young man — evidently a Munch-
kin — with a pleasant face and hair neatly combed.
But the body was very long, for it had twenty legs
— ten legs on each side — and this caused the body
to stretch out and lie in a horizontal position, so that
all the legs could touch the ground and stand firm.
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From the shoulders extended two small arms; at least,
they seemed small beside so many legs.
This odd creature was dressed in the regulation
clothing of the Munchkin people, a dark blue coat
neatly fitting the long body and each pair of legs
having a pair of sky-blue trousers, with blue-tinted
stockings and blue leather shoes turned up at the
pointed toes.
"I wonder who you are?" said Polychrome the
Canary, fluttering above the strange creature, who had
probably been asleep on the path.
"I sometimes wonder, myself, who I am," replied
the many-legged young man; "but, in reality, I am
Tommy Kwikstep, and I live in a hollow tree that fell
to the ground with age. I have polished the inside
of it, and made a door at each end, and that's a very
comfortable residence for me because it just fits my
shape."
"How did you happen to have such a shape?"
asked the Scarecrow Bear, sitting on his haunches
and regarding Tommy Kwikstep with a serious look.
"Is the shape natural?"
"No; it was wished on me," replied Tommy, with
a sigh. "I used to be very active and loved to run
errands for anyone who needed my services. That
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was how I got my name of Tommy Kwikstep. I
could run an errand more quickly than any other
boy, and so I was very proud of myself. One day,
however, I met an old lady who was a fairy, or a
witch, or something of the sort, and she said if I
would run an errand for her — to carry some magic
medicine to another old woman — she would grant me
just one Wish, whatever the Wish happened to be.
Of course I consented and, taking the medicine, I
hurried away. It was a long distance, mostly up hill,
and my legs began to grow weary. Without think-
ing what I was doing I said aloud: 'Dear me; I
wish I had twenty legs!' and in an instant I became
the unusual creature you see beside you. Twenty
legs! Twenty on one man! You may count them,
if you doubt my word."
"You've got 'em, all right," said Woot the Monkey,
who had already counted them.
"After I had delivered the magic medicine to the
old woman, I returned and tried to find the witch,
or fairy, or whatever she was, who had given me the
unlucky wish, so she could take it away again. I've
been searching for her ever since, but never can I
find her," continued poor Tommy Kwikstep, sadly.
"I suppose, said the Tin Owl, blinking at him,
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"you can travel very fast,,with those twenty legs."
"At first I was able to," was the reply; "but I
traveled so much, searching for the fairy, or witch,
or whatever she was, that I soon got corns on my
toes. Now, a corn on one toe is not so bad, but when
you have a hundred toes — as I have — and get corns
on most of them, it is far from pleasant. Instead
of running, I now painfully crawl, and although I
try not to be discouraged I do hope I shall find that
witch or fairy, or whatever she was, before long."
"I hope so, too," said the Scarecrow. "But, after
all, you have the pleasure of knowing you are unusual,
and therefore remarkable among the people of Oz.
To be just like other persons is small credit to one,
while to be unlike others is a mark of distinction."
"That sounds very pretty," returned Tommy Kwik-
step, "but if you had to put on ten pair of trousers
every morning, and tie up twenty shoes, you would
prefer not to be so distinguished."
"Was the witch, or fairy, or whatever she was, an
old person, with wrinkled skin and half her teeth
gone?" inquired the Tin Owl.
"No," said Tommy Kwikstep.
"Then she wasn't Old Mombi," remarked the trans-
formed Emperor.
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"I'm not interested in who it wasn't, so much as
I am in who it was" said the twenty-legged young
man. "And, whatever or whomsoever she was, she
has managed to keep out of my way."
"If you found her, do you suppose she'd change
you back into a two-legged boy!" asked Woot.
"Perhaps so, if I could run another errand for her
and so earn another wish."
"Would you really like to be as you were before?"
asked Polychrome the Canary, perching upon the
Green Monkey's shoulder to observe Tommy Kwik-
step more attentively.
"I would, indeed," was the earnest reply.
"Then I will see what I can do for you," promised
the Rainbow's Daughter, and flying to the ground she
took a small twig in her bill and with it made several
mystic figures on each side of Tommy Kwikstep.
"Are you a witch, or fairy, or something of the
sort?" he asked as he watched her wonderingly.
The Canary made no answer, for she was busy, but
the Scarecrow Bear replied: "Yes; she's something
of the sort, and a bird of a magician."
The twenty-legged boy's transformation happened
so queerly that they were all surprised at its method.
First, Tommy Kwikstep's last two legs disappeared;
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then the nest two, and the next, and as each pair of
legs vanished his body shortened. All this while Poly-
chrome was running around him and chirping mys-
tical words, and when all the young man's legs had
disappeared but two he noticed that the Canary was
still busy and cried out in alarm:
"Stop — stop! Leave me two of my legs, or I shall
be worse off than before."
"I know," said the Canary. "I'm only removing
with my magic the corns from your last ten toes."
"Thank you for being so thoughtful," he said grate-
fully, and now they noticed that Tommy Kwikstep
was quite a nice looking young fellow.
"What will you do now? " asked Woot the Monkey.
"First," he answered, "I must deliver a note which
I've carried in my pocket ever since the witch, or
fairy, or whatever she was, granted my foolish wish.
And I am resolved never to speak again without tak-
ing time to think carefully on what I am going to
say, for I realize that speech without thought is
dangerous. And after I've delivered the note, I shall
run errands again for anyone who needs my services."
So he thanked Polychrome again and started away
in a different direction from their own, and that was
the last they saw of Tommy Kwikstep.
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As they followed a path
down the blue-grass hillside,
the first house that met the
view of the travelers was joy-
ously recognized by the Scare-
crow Bear as the one in-
habited by his friend Jinjur,
so they increased their speed
and hurried toward it.
On reaching the place, how-
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deserted. The front door stood open, but no one was
inside. In the garden surrounding the house were
neat rows of bushes bearing cream-puffs and maca-
roons, some of which were still green, but others
ripe and ready to eat. Farther back were fields of
caramels, and all the land seemed well cultivated
and carefully tended. They looked through the
fields for the girl farmer, but she was nowhere to
be seen.
"Well," finally remarked the little Brown Bear,
"let us go into the house and make ourselves at home.
That will be sure to please my friend Jinjur, who
happens to be away from home just now. When she
returns, she will be greatly surprised."
"Would she care if I ate some of those ripe cream-
puffs?" asked the Green Monkey.
"No, indeed; Jinjur is very generous. Help your-
self to all you want," said the Scarecrow Bear.
So Woot gathered a lot of the cream-puffs that were
golden yellow and filled with a sweet, creamy sub-
stance, and ate until his hunger was satisfied. Then
he entered the house with his friends and sat in a
rocking-chair — just as he was accustomed to do when
a boy. The Canary perched herself upon the mantel
and daintily plumed her feathers; the Tin Owl sat on
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the back of another chair; the Scarecrow squatted on
his hairy haunches in the middle of the room.
“ I believe I remember the girl Jinjur,” remarked
the Canary, in her sweet voice. “ She cannot help
us very much, except to direct us on our way to
Glinda’s castle, for she does not understand magic.





But she’s a good girl, honest and sensible, and I’ll
be glad to see her.”
“ All our troubles,” said the Owl with a deep sigh,
“ arose from my foolish resolve to seek Nimmie Amee
and make her Empress of the Winkies, and while I
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the back of another chair; the Scarecrow squatted on
his hairy haunches in the middle of the room.
“ I believe I remember the girl Jinjur,” remarked
the Canary, in her sweet voice. “ She cannot help
us very much, except to direct us on our way to
Glinda’s castle, for she does not understand magic.





But she’s a good girl, honest and sensible, and I’ll
be glad to see her.”
“ All our troubles,” said the Owl with a deep sigh,
“ arose from my foolish resolve to seek Nimmie Amee
and make her Empress of the Winkies, and while I
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wish to reproach no one, I must say that it was Woot
the Wanderer who put the notion into my head.”
“Well, for my part, I am glad he did,” responded
the Canary. “ Your journey resulted in saving me
from the Giantess, and had you not traveled to the
Yoop Valley, I would still be Mrs. Yoop’s prisoner.
It is much nicer to be free, even though I still bear
the enchanted form of a Canary-Bird.”
“Do you think we shall ever be able to get our
proper forms back again?” asked the Green Monkey
earnestly.
Polychrome did not make reply at once to this
important question, but after a period of thought-
fulness she said:
“I have been taught to believe that there is an
antidote for every magic charm, yet Mrs. Yoop insists
that no power can alter her transformations. I realize
that my own fairy magic cannot do it, although I
have thought that we Sky Fairies have more power
than is accorded to Earth Fairies. The yookoohoo
magic is admitted to be very strange in its workings
and different from the magic usually practiced, but
perhaps Glinda or Ozma may understand it better
than I. In them lies our only hope. Unless they
can help us, we must remain forever as we are.”
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“ A Canary-Bird on a Rainbow wouldn’t be so bad,”
asserted the Tin Owl, winking and blinking with his
round tin eyes, “ so if you can manage to find your
Rainbow again you need have little to worry about.”
“ That’s nonsense, Friend Chopper,” exclaimed
Woot. “ I know just how Polychrome feels. A beau-
tiful girl is much superior to a little yellow bird, and
a boy—such as I was—far better than a Green
Monkey. Neither of us can be happy again unless
we recover our rightful forms.”
“ I feel the same way,” announced the stuffed Bear.
“What do you" suppose my friend the Patchwork
Girl would think of me, if she saw me wearing this
beastly shape?”
“ She’d laugh till she cried,” admitted the Tin Owl.
“ For my part, I’ll have to give up the notion of
marrying Nimmie Amee, but I’ll try not to let that
make me unhappy. If it’s my duty, I’d like to do
my duty, but if magic prevents my getting married
I’ll flutter along all by myself and be just as con-
tented.”
Their serious misfortunes made them all silent for
a time, and as their thoughts were busy in dwelling
upon the evils with which fate had burdened them,
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“ A Canary-Bird on a Rainbow wouldn’t be so bad,”
asserted the Tin Owl, winking and blinking with his
round tin eyes, “ so if you can manage to find your
Rainbow again you need have little to worry about.”
“ That’s nonsense, Friend Chopper,” exclaimed
Woot. “ I know just how Polychrome feels. A beau-
tiful girl is much superior to a little yellow bird, and
a boy—such as I was—far better than a Green
Monkey. Neither of us can be happy again unless
we recover our rightful forms.”
“ I feel the same way,” announced the stuffed Bear.
“What do you" suppose my friend the Patchwork
Girl would think of me, if she saw me wearing this
beastly shape".Z ”
“ She’d laugh till she cried,” admitted the Tin Owl.
“ For my part, I’ll have to give up the notion of
marrying Nimmie Amee, but I’ll try not to let that
make me unhappy. If it’s my duty, I’d like to do
my duty, but if magic prevents my getting married
I’ll flutter along all by myself and be just as con-
tented.”
Their serious misfortunes made them all silent for
a time, and as their thoughts were busy in dwelling
upon the evils with which fate had burdened them,
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the doorway and was looking at them in astonish-
ment. The next moment her astonishment changed
to anger, for there, in her best rocking-chair, sat a
Green Monkey. A great shiny Owl perched upon
another chair and a Brown Bear squatted upon her
parlor 'rug. Jinjur did not notice the Canary, but
she caught up a broomstick and dashed into the room,
shouting as she came:
“ Get out of here, you wild creatures! How dare
you enter my house? ”
With a blow of her broom she knocked the Brown
Bear over, and the Tin Owl tried to fly out of her
reach and made a great clatter with his tin wings.
The Green Monkey was/so startled by the sudden
attack that he sprang into the fireplace -—- where there
was fortunately no fire — and tried to escape by climb-
ing up the chimney. But he found the opening too
small, and so was forced to drop down again. Then
he crouched trembling in the fireplace, his pretty
green hair all blackened with soot and covered with
ashes. From this position Woot watched to see what
would happen next.
“ Stop, Jinjur -— stop!” cried the Brown Bear, when
the broom again threatened him. “ Don’t you know
me‘? I’m your old friend the Scarecrow‘? ”
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“ You’re trying to deceive me, you naughty beast!
I can see plainly that you are a bear, and a mighty
poor specimen of a bear, too,” retorted the girl.
“That’s because I’m not properly stuffed,” he
assured her. “ When Mrs. Yoop transformed me, she
didn’t realize I should have more stuffing.”
“ Who is Mrs. Yoop? ” inquired Jinjur, pausing with
the broom still upraised.
“A Giantess in the Gillikin Country.”
“ Oh; I begin to understand. And Mrs. Yoop trans-
formed you? You are really the famous Scarecrow
of Oz?”
“I was, Jinjur. Just now I’m as you see me--a
miserable little Brown Bear with a poor quality of
stuffing. That Tin Owl is none other than our dear
Tin Woodman -—Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the
Winkies—~ while this Green Monkey is a nice little
boy we recently became acquainted with, Woot the
Wanderer.”
“ And I,” said the Canary, flying close to J injur,
“ am Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow, in
the form of a bird.”
“Goodness me!” cried J injur, amazed; “that
Giantess must be a powerful Sorceress, and as wicked
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“ You’re trying to deceive me, you naughty beast!
I can see plainly that you are a bear, and a mighty
poor specimen of a bear, too,” retorted the girl.
“That’s because I’m not properly stuffed,” he
assured her. “ When Mrs. Yoop transformed me, she
didn’t realize I should have more stuffing.”
“ Who is Mrs. Yoop? ” inquired Jinjur, pausing with
the broom still upraised.
“A Giantess in the Gillikih Country.”
“ Oh; I begin to understand. And Mrs. Yoop trans-
formed you”? You are really the famous Scarecrow
of Oz? ”
“I was, Jinjur. Just now I’m as you see me--a
miserable little Brown Bear with a poor quality of
stuffing. That Tin Owl is none other than our dear
Tin Woodman -—Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the
Winkies—~ while this Green Monkey is a nice little
boy we recently became acquainted with, Woot the
Wanderer.”
“ And I,” said the Canary, flying close to J injur,
“ am Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow, in
the form of a bird.”
“Goodness me!” cried J injur, amazed; “that
Giantess must be a powerful Sorceress, and as wicked
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“ She’s a yookoohoo,” said Polychrome. “ Fortu-
nately, we managed to escape from her castle, and
we are now on our way to Glinda the Good to see if
she possesses the power to restore us to our former
shapes.”
“ Then I must beg your pardons; all of you must
forgive me,” said J injur, putting away the broom.
“ I took you to be a lot of wild, unmannerly animals,
as was quite natural. You are very welcome to my
home and I’m sorry I haven’t the power to help you
out of your troubles. Please use my house and all
that I have, as if it were your own.”
At this declaration of peace, the Bear got upon his
feet and the Owl resumed his perch upon the chair
and the Monkey crept out of the fireplace. J injur
looked at W'oot critically, and scowled. \
“ For a Green Monkey,” said she, ‘“ you’re the
blackest creature I ever saw. And you’ll get my nice
clean room all dirty with soot and ashes. Whatever
possessed you to jump up the chimney?‘ ”
“1-1 was scared,” explained Woot, somewhat
ashamed.
“Well, you need renovating, and that’s what will
happen to you, right away. Come with me! ” she
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“What are you going to do?” asked Woot.
“ Give you a good scrubbing,” said J injur.
Now, neither boys nor monkeys relish being
scrubbed, so Woot shrank away from the energetic
girl, trembling fearfully. But J injur grabbed him
by his paw and dragged him out to the back yard,
where, in spite of his whines and struggles, she
plunged him into a tub of cold water and began to
scrub him with a stiff brush and a cake of yellow
soap. _
This was the hardest trial that Woot had endured
since he became a monkey, but no protest had any
influence with Jinjur, who lathered and scrubbed
him in a business-like manner and afterward dried
him with a coarse towel.
The Bear and the Owl gravely watched this oper-
ation and nodded approval when Woot’s silky green _
fur shone clear and bright in the afternoon sun. The
Canary seemed much amused and laughed a silvery
ripple of laughter as she said:
“Very well done, my good Jinjur; I admire your
energy and judgment. But I had no idea a monkey
could look so comical as this monkey did while he
was being bathed.”
“ I’m not a monkey!” declared Woot, resentfully;
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times stooped to pat a shaggy little black dog that
lay at her feet. The little dog’s name was Toto,
and he was Dorothy’s faithful companion.
To judge Ozma of Oz by the standards of our
world, you would think her very young—perhaps
fourteen or fifteen years of age—yet for years she
had ruled the Land of Oz and had never seemed a
bit older. Dorothy appeared much younger than
Ozma. She had been a little girl when first she
came to the Land of Oz, and she was a little girl
still, and would never seem to be a day older while
she lived in this wonderful fairyland.
Oz was not always a fairyland, I am told. Once
it was much like other lands, except it was shut
in by a dreadful desert of sandy wastes that lay
all around it, thus preventing its people from all
contact with the rest of the world. Seeing this isola-
tion, the fairy band of Queen Lurline, passing over
Oz while on a journey, enchanted the country and
so made it a Fairyland. And Queen Lurline left
one of her fairies to rule this enchanted Land of
Oz, and then passed on and forgot all about it.
From that moment no one in Oz ever died. Those
who were old remained old; those who were young
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times stooped to pat a shaggy little black dog that
lay at her feet. The little dog’s name was Toto,
and he was Dorothy’s faithful companion.
To judge Ozma of Oz by the standards of our
world, you would think her very young—perhaps
fourteen or fifteen years of age—yet for years she
had ruled the Land of Oz and had never seemed a
bit older. Dorothy appeared much younger than
Ozma. She had been a little girl when first she
came to the Land of Oz, and she was a little girl
still, and would never seem to be a day older while
she lived in this wonderful fairyland.
Oz was not always a fairyland, I am told. Once
it was much like other lands, except it was shut
in by a dreadful desert of sandy wastes that lay
all around it, thus preventing its people from all
contact with the rest of the world. Seeing this isola-
tion, the fairy band of Queen Lurline, passing over
Oz while on a journey, enchanted the country and
so made it a Fairyland. And Queen Lurline left
one of her fairies to rule this enchanted Land of
Oz, and then passed on and forgot all about it.
From that moment no one in Oz ever died. Those
who were old remained old; those who were young
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the children remained children always, and played
and romped to their hearts’ content, while all the
babies lived in their cradles and were tenderly
cared for and never grew up. So people in Oz
stopped counting how old they were in years, for
years made no difference in their appearance and
could not alter their station. They did not get sick,
so there were no doctors among them. Accidents
might happen to some, on rare occasions, it is true,
and while no one could die naturally, as other people
do, it was possible that one might be totally
destroyed. Such incidents, however, were very
unusual, and so seldom was there anything to worry
over that the Oz people were as happy and con-
tented as can be.
Another strange thing about this fairy Land of
Oz was that whoever managed to enter it from the
outside world came under the magic spell of the
place and did not change in appearance as long as
they lived there. So Dorothy, who now lived with
Ozma, seemed just the same sweet little girl she
had been when first she came to this delightful
fairyland.
Perhaps all parts of Oz might not be called truly
delightful, but it was surely delightful in the neigh-
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the children remained children always, and played
and romped to their hearts’ content, while all the
babies lived in their cradles and were tenderly
cared for and never grew up. So people in Oz
stopped counting how old they were in years, for
years made no difference in their appearance and
could not alter their station. They did not get sick,
so there were no doctors among them. Accidents
might happen to some, on rare occasions, it is true,
and while no one could die naturally, as other people
do, it was possible that one might be totally
destroyed. Such incidents, however, were very
unusual, and so seldom was there anything to worry
over that the Oz people were as happy and con-
tented as can be.
Another strange thing about this fairy Land of
Oz was that whoever managed to enter it from the
outside world came under the magic spell of the
place and did not change in appearance as long as
they lived there. So Dorothy, who now lived with
Ozma, seemed just the same sweet little girl she
had been when first she came to this delightful
fairyland.
Perhaps all parts of Oz might not be called truly
delightful, but it was surely delightful in the neigh-
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borhood of the Emerald City, where Ozma reigned.
Her loving influence was felt for many miles around,
but there were places in the mountains of the Gilli-
kin Country, and the forests of the Quadling Coun-
try, and perhaps in far-away parts of the Munchkin
and Winkie Countries, where the inhabitants were
somewhat rude and uncivilized and had not yet come
under the spell of Ozma’s wise and kindly rule.
Also, when Oz first became a fairyland, it harbored
several witches and magicians and sorcerers and
necromancers, who were scattered in various parts,
but most of these had been deprived of their magic
powers, and Ozma had issued a royal edict forbid-
ding anyone in her dominions to work magic except
Glinda the Good and the Wizard of Oz. Ozma her-
self, being a real fairy, knew a lot of magic, but
she only used it to benefit her subjects.
This little explanation will help you to understand
better the story you are reading, but most of it is
already known to those who are familiar with the
Oz people ‘whose adventures they have followed in
other Oz books.
Ozma and Dorothy were fast friends and were much
together. Everyone in Oz loved Dorothy almost as
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borhood of the Emerald City, where Ozma reigned.
Her loving influence was felt for many miles around,
but there were places in the mountains of the Gilli-
kin Country, and the forests of the Qnadling Coun-
try, and perhaps in far-away parts of the Munchkin
and Winkie Countries, where the inhabitants were
somewhat rude and uncivilized and had not yet come
under the spell of Ozma’s wise and kindly rule.
Also, when Oz first became a fairyland, it harbored
several witches and magicians and sorcerers and
necromancers, who were scattered in various parts,
but most of these had been deprived of their magic
powers, and Ozma had issued a royal edict forbid-
ding anyone in her dominions to work magic except
Glinda the Good and the Wizard of Oz. Ozma her-
self, being a real fairy, knew a lot of magic, but
she only used it to benefit her subjects.
This little explanation will help you to understand
better the story you are reading, but most of it is
already known to those who are familiar with the
Oz people ‘whose adventures they have followed in
other Oz books.
Ozma and Dorothy were fast friends and were much
together. Everyone in Oz loved Dorothy almost as
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Kansas girl’s good fortune had not spoiled her or
rendered her at all vain. She was just the same
brave and true and adventurous child as before she
lived in a royal palace and became the chum of the
fairy Ozma.
In the room in which the two sat —~ which was one
of Ozma’s private suite of apartments -— hung the
famous Magic Picture. This was the source of con-
stant interest to little Dorothy. One had but to
stand before it and wish to see what any person
was doing, and at once a scene would flash upon
the magic canvas which showed exactly where that
person was, and like our own moving pictures would
reproduce the actions of that person as long as you
cared to watch them. So today, when Dorothy tired
of her embroidery, she drew the curtains from before
the Magic Picture and wished to see what her friend
Button Bright was doing. Button Bright, she saw,
was playing ball with Ojo, the Munchkin boy, so
Dorothy next wished to see what her Aunt Em was
doing. The picture showed Aunt Em quietly engaged
in darning socks for Uncle Henry, so Dorothy wished
to see what her old friend the Tin Woodman was
doing.
The Tin Woodman was then just leaving his tin
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Kansas girl’s good fortune had not spoiled her or
rendered her at all vain. She was just the same
brave and true and adventurous child as before she
lived in a royal palace and became the chum of the
fairy Ozma.
In the room in which the two sat —~ which was one
of Ozma’s private suite of apartments -— hung the
famous Magic Picture. This was the source of con-
stant interest to little Dorothy. One had but to
stand before it and wish to see what any person
was doing, and at once a scene would flash upon
the magic canvas which showed exactly where that
person was, and like our own moving pictures would
reproduce the actions of that person as long as you
cared to watch them. So today, when Dorothy tired
of her embroidery, she drew the curtains from before
the Magic Picture and wished to see what her friend
Button Bright was doing. Button Bright, she saw,
was playing ball with Ojo, the Munchkin boy, so
Dorothy next wished to see what her Aunt Em was
doing. The picture showed Aunt Em quietly engaged
in darning socks for Uncle Henry, so Dorothy wished
to see what her old friend the Tin Woodman was
doing.
The Tin Woodman was then just leaving his tin
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castle in the company of the Scarecrow and Woot
the Wanderer. Dorothy had never seen this boy
before, so she wondered who he was. Also she was
curious to know where the three were going, for she
noticed Woot’s knapsack and guessed they had
started on a long journey. She asked Ozma about
it, but Ozma did not know.
That afternoon Dorothy again saw the travelers
in the Magic Picture, but they were merely tramp-
ing through the country and Dorothy was not much
interested in them. A couple of days later, how-
ever, the girl, being again with Ozma, wished to see
her friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman
in the Magic Picture, and on this occasion found
them in the great castle of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess,
who was at the time about to transform them. Both
Dorothy and Ozma now became greatly interested
and watched the transformations with indignation
and horror.
“ What a wicked Giantess! ” exclaimed Dorothy.
“ Yes,” answered Ozma, “she must be punished for
this cruelty to our friends, and to the poor boy who
is with them.”
After this they followed the adventure of the little
Brown Bear and the Tin Owl and the Green Monkey
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castle in the company of the Scarecrow and Woot
the Wanderer. Dorothy had never seen this boy
before, so she wondered who he was. Also she was
curious to know where the three were going, for she
noticed Woot’s knapsack and guessed they had
started on a long journey. She asked Ozma about
it, but Ozma did not know.
That afternoon Dorothy again saw the travelers
in the Magic Picture, but they were merely tramp-
ing through the country and Dorothy was not much
interested in them. A couple of days later, how-
ever, the girl, being again with Ozma, wished to see
her friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman
in the Magic Picture, and on this occasion found
them in the great castle of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess,
who was at the time about to transform them. Both
Dorothy and Ozma now became greatly interested
and watched the transformations with indignation
and horror.
“ What a wicked Giantess! ” exclaimed Dorothy.
“ Yes,” answered Ozma, “she must be punished for
this cruelty to our friends, and to the poor boy who
is with them.”
After this they followed the adventure of the little
Brown Bear and the Tin Owl and the Green Monkey
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with breathless interest, and were delighted when
they escaped from Mrs. Yoop. They did not know,
then, who the Canary was, but realized it must be
the transformation of some person of consequence,
whom the Giantess had also enchanted.

When, finally, the day came when the adventurers
headed south into the Munchkin Country, Dorothy
asked anxiously:
"Can't something be done for them, Ozma? Can't
you change 'em back into their own shapes? They've
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suffered enough from these dreadful transformations,
seems to me."
"I've been studying ways to help them, ever since
they were transformed," replied Ozma. "Mrs. Yoop
is now the only yookoohoo in my dominions, and the
yookoohoo magic is very peculiar and hard for others
to understand, yet I am resolved to make the attempt
to break these enchantments. I may not succeed,
but I shall do the best I can. From the directions
our friends are taking, I believe they are going to
pass by Jinjur's Ranch, so if we start now we may
meet them there. Would you like to go with me,
Dorothy?"
"Of course," answered the little girl; "I wouldn't
miss it for anything.
"Then order the Red Wagon," said Ozma of Oz,
"and we will start at once."
Dorothy ran to do as she was bid, while Ozma went
to her Magic Room to make ready the things she
believed she would need. In half an hour the Red
Wagon stood before the grand entrance of the pal-
ace, and before it was hitched the Wooden Sawhorse,
which was Ozma's favorite steed.
This Sawhorse, while made of wood, was very much
alive and could travel swiftly and without tiring. To
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The Tin Owl gave a hoot
of delight when he saw the
Red Wagon draw up before
Jinjur's house, and the
Brown Bear grunted and
growled with glee and trotted
toward Ozma as fast as he
could wobble. As for the
Canary, it flew swiftly to Dor-
othy's shoulder and perched
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"Well," said Dorothy critically, as she looked him
over, "you're nothing to brag of, I must confess.
But Ozma will soon fix you up again."
The Green Monkey had hung back, bashful at
meeting two lovely girls while in the form of a
beast; but Jinjur now took his hand and led him
forward while she introduced him to Ozma, and
Woot managed to make a low bow, not really
ungraceful, before her girlish Majesty, the Ruler
of Oz.
"You have all been forced to endure a sad expe-
rience," said Ozma, "and so I am anxious to do all
in my power to break Mrs. Yoop's enchantments.
But first tell me how you happened to stray into
that lonely Valley where Yoop Castle stands."
Between them they related the object of their
journey, the Scarecrow Bear telling of the Tin
Woodman's resolve to find Nimmie Amee and marry
her, as a just reward for her loyalty to him. Woot
told of their adventures with the Loons of Loonville,
and the Tin Owl described the manner in which they
had been captured and transformed by the Giantess.
Then Polychrome related her story, and when all
had been told, and Dorothy had several times
reproved Toto for growling at the Tin Owl, Ozma
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remained thoughtful for a while, pondering upon
what she had heard. Finally she looked up, and
with one of her delightful smiles, said to the anxious
group:
"I am not sure my magic will be able to restore
every one of you, because your transformations are
of such a strange and unusual character. Indeed,
Mrs. Yoop was quite justified in believing no power
could alter her enchantments. However, I am sure
I can restore the Scarecrow to his original shape.
He was stuffed with straw from the beginning, and
even the yookoohoo magic could not alter that. The
Giantess was merely able to make a bear's shape of
a man's shape, but the bear is stuffed with straw,
just as the man was. So I feel confident I can make
a man of the bear again."
"Hurrah!" cried the Brown Bear, and tried
clumsily to dance a jig of delight.
"As for the Tin Woodman, his case is much the
same," resumed Ozma, still smiling. "The power
of the Giantess could not make him anything but
a tin creature, whatever shape she transformed him
into, so it will not be impossible to restore him to
his manly form. Anyhow, I shall test my magic
at once, and see if it will do what I have promised."
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She drew from her bosom a small silver Wand
and, making passes with the Wand over the head
of the Bear, she succeeded in the brief space of a
moment in breaking his enchantment. The original
Scarecrow of Oz again stood before them, well
stuffed with straw and with his features nicely
painted upon the bag which formed his head.
The Scarecrow was greatly delighted, as you may
suppose, and he strutted proudly around while the
powerful fairy, Ozma of Oz, broke the enchantment
that had transformed the Tin Woodman and made
a Tin Owl into a Tin Man again.
"Now, then," chirped the Canary, eagerly; "I'm
next, Ozma!"
"But your case is different," replied Ozma, no
longer smiling but wearing a grave expression on
her sweet face. "I shall have to experiment on you,
Polychrome, and I may fail in all my attempts."
She then tried two or three different methods of
magic, hoping one of them would succeed in break-
ing Polychrome's enchantment, but still the Rain-
bow's Daughter remained a Canary-Bird. Finally,
however, she experimented in another way. She
transformed the Canary into a Dove, and then trans-
formed the Dove into a Speckled Hen, and then
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changed the Speckled Hen into a rabbit, and then
the rabbit into a Fawn. And at the last, after mix-
ing several powders and sprinkling them upon the
Fawn, the yookoohoo enchantment was suddenly
broken and before them stood one of the daintiest
and loveliest creatures in any fairyland in the world.
Polychrome was as sweet and merry in disposition
as she was beautiful, and when she danced and
capered around in delight, her beautiful hair floated
around her like a golden mist and her many-hued
raiment, as soft as cobwebs, reminded one of drifting
clouds in a summer sky.
Woot was so awed by the entrancing sight of this
exquisite Sky Fairy that he quite forgot his own
sad plight until he noticed Ozma gazing upon him
with an intent expression that denoted sympathy and
sorrow. Dorothy whispered in her friend's ear, but
the Ruler of Oz shook her head sadly.
Jinjur, noticing this and understanding Ozma's
looks, took the paw of the Green Monkey in her own
hand and patted it softly.
"Never mind," she said to him. "You are a very
beautiful color, and a monkey can climb better than
a boy and do a lot of other things no boy can ever do."
"What's the matter?" asked Woot, a sinking
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feeling at his heart. "Is Ozma's magic all used up?"
Ozma herself answered him.
"Your form of enchantment, my poor boy," she
said pityingly, "is different from that of the others.
Indeed, it is a form that is impossible to alter by
any magic known to fairies or yookoohoos. The
wicked Giantess was well aware, when she gave
you the form of a Green Monkey, that the Green
Monkey must exist in the Land of Oz for all future
time."
Woot drew a long sigh.
"Well, that's pretty hard luck," he said bravely,
"but if it can't be helped I must endure it; that's
all. I don't like being a monkey, but what's the
use of kicking against my fate?"
They were all very sorry for him, and Dorothy
anxiously asked Ozma:
"Couldn't Glinda save him?"
"No," was the reply. "Glinda's power in trans-
formations is no greater than my own. Before I
left my palace I went to my Magic Room and
studied Woot's case very carefully. I found that
no power can do away with the Green Monkey. He
might transfer, or exchange his form with some
other person, it is true; but the Green Monkey we
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cannot get rid of by any magic arts known to
science."
"But — see here," said the Scarecrow, who had
listened intently to this explanation, "why not put
the monkey's form on some one else?"
"Who would agree to make the change?" asked
Ozma. "If by force we caused anyone else to
become a Green Monkey, we would be as cruel
and wicked as Mrs. Yoop. And what good would
an exchange do?" she continued. "Suppose, for
instance, we worked the enchantment, and made
Toto into a Green Monkey. At the same moment
Woot would become a little dog."
"Leave me out of your magic, please," said Toto,
with a reproachful growl. "I wouldn't become a
Green Monkey for anything."
"And I wouldn't become a dog," said Woot. "A
green monkey is much better than a dog, it seems
to me."
"That is only a matter of opinion," answered
Toto.
"Now, here's another idea," said the Scarecrow.
"My brains are working finely today, you must
admit. Why not transform Toto into Woot the
Wanderer, and then have them exchange forms? The
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inflicting upon anyone — man or dog — the form of
a green monkey. Also it is certain that in order
to relieve the boy of the form he now wears, we
must give it to someone else, who would be forced
to wear it always."
"I wonder," said Dorothy, thoughtfully, "if we
couldn't find someone in the Land of Oz who would
be willing to become a green monkey? Seems to
me a monkey is active and spry, and he can climb
trees and do a lot of clever things, and green isn't
a bad color for a monkey — it makes him unusual."
"I wouldn't ask anyone to take this dreadful
form," said Woof;; "it wouldn't be right, you know.
Fve been a monkey for some time, now, and I don't
like it. It makes me ashamed to be a beast of this
sort when by right of birth I'm a boy; so I'm sure
it would be wicked to ask anyone else to take my
place."
They were all silent, for they knew he spoke the
truth. Dorothy was almost ready to cry with pity
and Ozma's sweet face was sad and disturbed. The
Scarecrow rubbed and patted his stuffed head to
try to make it think better, while the Tin Woodman
went into the house and began to oil his tin joints
so that the sorrow of his friends might not cause
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him to weep. Weeping is liable to rust tin, and the
Emperor prided himself upon his highly polished
body — now doubly dear to him because for a time
he had been deprived of it.
Polychrome had danced down the garden paths
and back again a dozen times, for she was seldom
still a moment, yet she had heard Ozma's speech and
understood very well Woot's unfortunate position.
But the Rainbow's Daughter, even while dancing,
could think and reason very clearly, and suddenly
she solved the problem in the nicest possible way.
Coming close to OL,ma, she said:
"Your Majesty, all this trouble was caused by
the wickedness of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess. Yet
even now that cruel woman is living in her secluded
castle, enjoying the thought that she has put this
terrible enchantment on Woot the Wanderer. Even
now she is laughing at our despair because we can
find no way to get rid of the green monkey. Very
well, we do not wish to get rid of it. Let the woman
who created the form wear it herself, as a just
punishment for her wickedness. I am sure your
fairy power can give to Mrs. Yoop the form of Woot
the Wanderer — even at this distance from her —
and then it will be possible to exchange the two
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forms. Mrs. Yoop will become the Green Monkey,
and Woot will recover his own form again."
Ozma's face brightened as she listened to this
clever proposal.
"Thank you, Polychrome," said she. "The task
you propose is not so easy as you suppose, but I
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They now entered the house,
and as an interested group,
watched Jinjur, at Ozma's
command, build a fire and
put a kettle of water over
to boil. The Ruler of Oz
stood before the fire silent
and grave, while the others,
realizing that an important
ceremony of magic was about
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in the background so as not to interrupt Ozma's pro-
ceedings. Only Polychrome kept going in and coming
out, humming softly to herself as she danced, for
the Rainbow's Daughter could not keep still for long,
and the four walls of a room always made her nervous
and ill at ease. She moved so noiselessly, however,
that her movements were like the shifting of sun-
beams and did not annoy anyone.
When the water in the kettle bubbled, Ozma drew
from her bosom two tiny packets containing powders.
These powders she threw into the kettle and after
briskly stirring the contents with a branch from a
macaroon bush, Ozma poured the mystic broth upon
a broad platter which Jinjur had placed upon the
table. As the broth cooled it became as silver,
reflecting all objects from its smooth surface like a
mirror.
While her companions gathered around the table,
eagerly attentive — and Dorothy even held little
Toto in her arms that he might see — Ozma waved
her wand over the mirror-like surface. At once it
reflected the interior of Yoop Castle, and in the big
hall sat Mrs. Yoop, in her best embroidered silken
robes, engaged in weaving a new lace apron to
replace the one she had lost.
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The Giantess seemed rather uneasy, as if she had
a faint idea that someone was spying upon her, for
she kept looking behind her and this way and that,
as though expecting danger from an unknown source.
Perhaps some yookoohoo instinct warned her. Woot
saw that she had escaped from her room by some
of the magical means at her disposal, after her pris-
oners had escaped her. She was now occupying the
big hall of her castle as she used to do. Also Woot
thought, from the cruel expression on the face of
the Giantess, that she was planning revenge on them,
as soon as her new magic apron was finished.
But Ozma was now making passes over the platter
with her silver Wand, and presently the form of
the Giantess began to shrink in size and to change
its shape. And now, in her place sat the form of
Woot the Wanderer, and as if suddenly realizing her
transformation Mrs. Yoop threw down her work and
rushed to a looking-glass that stood against the wall
of her room. When she saw the boy's form reflected
as her own, she grew violently angry and dashed
her head against the mirror, smashing it to atoms.
Just then Ozma was busy with her magic Wand,
making strange figures, and she had also placed her
left hand firmly upon the shoulder of the Green
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Monkey. So now, as all eyes were turned upon the
platter, the form of Mrs. Yoop gradually changed
again. She was slowly transformed into the Green
Monkey, and at the same time Woot slowly regained
his natural form.
It was quite a surprise to them all when they
raised their eyes from the platter and saw Woot the
Wanderer standing beside Ozma. And, when they
glanced at the platter again, it reflected nothing
more than the walls of the room in Jinjur's house
in which they stood. The magic ceremonial was
ended, and Ozma of Oz had triumphed over the
wicked Giantess.
"What will become of her, I wonder?" said
Dorothy, as she drew a long breath.
"She will always remain a Green Monkey," replied
Ozma, "and in that form she will be unable to per-
form any magical arts whatsoever. She need not be
unhappy, however, and as she lives all alone in her
castle she probably won't mind the transformation
very much after she gets used to it."
"Anyhow, it serves her right," declared Dorothy,
and all agreed with her.
"But," said the kind hearted Tin Woodman, "I'mafraid the Green Monkey will starve, for Mrs. Yoop
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Ozma and Dorothy were
quite pleased with Woot the
Wanderer, whom they found
modest and intelligent and
very well mannered. The boy
was truly grateful for his
release from the cruel en-
chantment, and he promised
to love, revere and defend the
girl Ruler of Oz forever after-
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"You may visit me at my palace, if you wish,"
said Ozma, "where I will be glad to introduce you
to two other nice boys, Ojo the Munchkin and
Button-Bright."
"Thank your Majesty," replied Woot, and then
he turned to the Tin Woodman and inquired: "What
are your further plans, Mr. Emperor? Will you still
seek Nimmie Amee and marry her, or will you
abandon the quest and return to the Emerald City
and your own castle?"
The Tin Woodman, now as highly polished and
well-oiled as ever, reflected a while on this question
and then answered:
"Well, I see no reason why I should not find
Nimmie Amee. We are now in the Munchkin
Country, where we are perfectly safe, and if it was
right for me, before our enchantment, to marry
Nimmie Amee and make her Empress of the Winkies,
it must be right now, when the enchantment has been
broken and I am once more myself. Am I correct,
friend Scarecrow?"
"You are, indeed," answered the Scarecrow. "No
one can oppose such logic."
"But I'm afraid you don't love Nimmie Amee,"
suggested Dorothy.
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"That is just because I can't love anyone," replied
the Tin Woodman. "But, if I cannot love my wife,
I can at least be kind to her, and all husbands are
not able to do that."
"Do you s'pose Nimmie Amee still loves you,
after all these years?" asked Dorothy.
"I'm quite sure of it, and that is why I am going
to her to make her happy. Woot the Wanderer
thinks I ought to reward her for being faithful to
me after my meat body was chopped to pieces and
I became tin. What do you think, Ozma?"
Ozma smiled as she said:
"I do not know your Nimmie Amee, and so I
cannot tell what she most needs to make her happy.
But there is no harm in your going to her and asking
her if she still wishes to marry you. If she does,
we will give you a grand wedding at the Emerald
City and, afterward, as Empress of the Winkies,
Nimmie Amee would become one of the most impor-
tant ladies in all Oz."
So it was decided that the Tin Woodman would
continue his journey, and that the Scarecrow and
Woot the Wanderer should accompany him, as
before. Polychrome also decided to join their party,
somewhat to the surprise of all.
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"I hate to be cooped up in a palace," she said
to Ozma, "and of course the first time I meet my
Rainbow I shall return to my own dear home in
the skies, where my fairy sisters are even now await-
ing me and my father is cross because I get lost
so often. But I can find my Rainbow just as quickly
while traveling in the Munchkin Country as I could
if living in the Emerald City — or any other place
in Oz — so I shall go with the Tin Woodman and help
him woo Nimmie Amee."
Dorothy wanted to go, too, but as the Tin Wood-
man did not invite her to join his party, she felt
she might be intruding if she asked to be taken.
She hinted, but she found he didn't take the hint.
It is quite a delicate matter for one to ask a girl
to marry him, however much she loves him, and
perhaps the Tin Woodman did not desire to have
too many looking on when he found his old sweet-
heart, Nimmie Amee. So Dorothy contented herself
with the thought that she would help Ozma prepare
a splendid wedding feast, to be followed by a round
of parties and festivities when the Emperor of the
Winkies reached the Emerald City with his bride.
Ozma offered to take them all in the Red Wagon
to a place as near to the great Munchkin forest as
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a wagon could get. The Red Wagon was big enough
to seat them all, and so, bidding good-bye to Jinjur,
who gave Woot a basket of ripe cream-puffs and
caramels to take with him, Ozma commanded the
Wooden Sawhorse to start, and the strange creature
moved swiftly over the lanes and presently came
to the Road of Yellow Bricks. This road led straight
to a dense forest, where the path was too narrow
for the Red Wagon to proceed farther, so here the
party separated.
Ozma and Dorothy and Toto returned to the
Emerald City, after wishing their friends a safe and
successful journey, while the Tin Woodman, the
Scarecrow, Woot the Wanderer and Polychrome, the
Rainbow's Daughter, prepared to push their way
through the thick forest. However, these forest paths
were well known to the Tin Man and the Scarecrow,
who felt quite at home among the trees.
"I was born in this grand forest," said Nick
Chopper, the tin Emperor, speaking proudly, "and
it was here that the Witch enchanted my axe and
I lost different parts of my meat body until I became
all tin. Here, also — for it is a big forest — Nimmie
Amee lived with the Wicked Witch, and at the
other edge of the trees stands the cottage of my
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friend Ku-Klip, the famous tinsmith who made my
present beautiful form."
"He must be a clever workman," declared Woot,
admiringly.
"He is simply wonderful," declared the Tin
Woodman.
"I shall be glad to make his acquaintance," said
Woot.
"If you wish to meet with real cleverness,"
remarked the Scarecrow, "you should visit the
Munchkin farmer who first made me. I won't say
that my friend the Emperor isn't all right for a
tin man, but any judge of beauty can understand
that a Scarecrow is far more artistic and refined."
"You are too soft and flimsy," said the Tin
Woodman.
"You are too hard and stiff," said the Scarecrow,
and this was as near to quarreling as the two friends
ever came. Polychrome laughed at them both, as
well she might, and Woot hastened to change the
subject.
At night they all camped underneath the trees.
The boy ate cream-puffs for supper and offered Poly-
chrome some, but she preferred other food and at
daybreak sipped the dew that was clustered thick
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on the forest flowers. Then they tramped onward
again, and presently the Scarecrow paused and said:
"It was on this very spot that Dorothy and I
first met the Tin Woodman, who was rusted so badly
that none of his joints would move. But after we
had oiled him up, he was as good as new and accom-
panied us to the Emerald City."
"Ah, that was a sad experience," asserted the Tin
Woodman soberly. "I was caught in a rainstorm
while chopping down a tree for exercise, and before
I realized it, I was firmly rusted in every joint.
There I stood, axe in hand, but unable to move, for
days and weeks and months! Indeed, I have never
known exactly how long the time was; but finally
along came Dorothy and I was saved. See! This
is the very tree I was chopping at the time I rusted."
"You cannot be far from your old home, in that
case," said Woot.
"No; my little cabin stands not a great way off,
but there is no occasion for us to visit it. Our
errand is with Nimmie Amee, and her house is
somewhat farther away, to the left of us."
"Didn't you say she lives with a Wicked Witch,
who makes her a slave?" asked the boy.
"She did, but she doesn't," was the reply. "lam
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told the Witch was destroyed when Dorothy's house
fell on her, so now Nimmie Amee must live all alone.
I haven't seen her, of course, since the Witch was
crushed, for at that time I was standing rusted in
the forest and had been there a long time, but the
poor girl must have felt very happy to be free from
her cruel mistress."
"Well," said the Scarecrow, "let's travel on and
find Nimmie Amee. Lead on, your Majesty, since
you know the way, and we will follow."
So the Tin Woodman took a path that led through
the thickest part of the forest, and they followed it
for some time. The light was dim here, because
vines and bushes and leafy foliage were all about
them, and often the Tin Man had to push aside
the branches that obstructed their way, or cut them
off with his axe. After they had proceeded some
distance, the Emperor suddenly stopped short and
exclaimed: "Good gracious!"
The Scarecrow, who was next, first bumped into
his friend and then peered around his tin body, and
said in a tone of wonder:
"Well, I declare!"
Woot the Wanderer pushed forward to see what
was the matter, and cried out in astonishment:
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"For goodness' sake!"
Then the three stood motionless, staring hard,
until Polychrome's merry laughter rang out behind
them and aroused them from their stupor.
In the path before them stood a tin man who was
the exact duplicate of the Tin Woodman. He was
of the same size, he was jointed in the same manner,
and he was made of shining tin from top to toe.
But he stood immovable, with his tin jaws half
parted and his tin eyes turned upward. In one of
his hands was held a long, gleaming sword. Yes,
there was the difference, the only thing that dis-
tinguished him from the Emperor of the Winkies.
This tin man bore a sword, while the Tin Woodman
bore an axe.
"It's a dream; it must be a dream!" gasped Wool.
"That's it, of course," said the Scarecrow; "there
couldn't be two Tin Woodmen."
"No," agreed Polychrome, dancing nearer to the
stranger, "this one is a Tin Soldier. Don't you see
his sword?"
The Tin Woodman cautiously put out one tin hand
and felt of his double's arm. Then he said in a
voice that trembled with emotion:
"Who are you, friend?"
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"But — dear me!" cried the Tin Woodman, sadly
perplexed; "how came you to be made of tin?"
"That," answered the Soldier, "is a sad, sad story.
I was in love with a beautiful Munchkin girl, who
lived with a Wicked Witch. The Witch did not
wish me to marry the girl, so she enchanted my
sword, which began hacking me to pieces. When I
lost my legs I went to the tinsmith, Ku-Klip, and
he made me some tin legs. When I lost my arms,
Ku-Klip made me tin arms, and when I lost my
head he made me this fine one out of tin. It was
the same way with my body, and finally I was all
tin. But I was not unhappy, for Ku-Klip made a
good job of me, having had experience in making
another tin man before me."
"Yes," observed the Tin Woodman, "it was
Ku-Klip who made me. But, tell me, what was the
name of the Munchkin girl you were in love with?"
"She is called Nimmie Amee," said the Tin Soldier.
Hearing this, they were all so astonished that they
were silent for a time, regarding the stranger with
wondering looks. Finally the Tin Woodman ven-
tured to ask:
"And did Mmmie Amee return your love?"
"Not at first," admitted the Soldier. "When first
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I marched into the forest and met her, she was
weeping over the loss of her former sweetheart, a
woodman whose name was Nick Chopper."
"That is me," said the Tin Woodman.
"She told me he was nicer than a soldier, because
he was all made of tin and shone beautifully in the
sun. She said a tin man appealed to her artistic
instincts more than an ordinary meat man, as I was
then. But I did not despair, because her tin sweet-
heart had disappeared, and could not be found. And
finally Nimmie Amee permitted me to call upon her
and we became friends. It was then that the Wicked
Witch discovered me and became furiously angry
when I said I wanted to marry the girl. She
enchanted my sword, as I said, and then my troubles
began. When I got my tin legs, Nimmie Amee
began to take an interest in me; when I got my tin
arms, she began to like me better than ever, and when
I was all made of tin, she said I looked like her dear
Nick Chopper and she would be willing to marry me.
"The day of our wedding was set, and it turned
out to be a rainy day. Nevertheless I started out to
get Nimmie Amee, because the Witch had been absent
for some time, and we meant to elope before she
got back. As I traveled the forest paths the rain
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wetted my joints, but I paid no attention to this
because my thoughts were all on my wedding with
beautiful Mmmie Amee and I could think of nothing
else until suddenly my legs stopped moving. Then
my arms rusted at the joints and I became frightened
and cried for help, for now I was unable to oil myself.
No one heard my calls and before long my jaws
rusted, and I was unable to utter another sound. So
I stood helpless in this spot, hoping some wanderer
would come my way and save me. But this forest
path is seldom used, and I have been standing here
so long that I have lost all track of time. In my mind
I composed poetry and sang songs, but not a sound
have I been able to utter. But this desperate condi-
tion has now been relieved by your coming my way
and I must thank you for my rescue."
"This is wonderful!" said the Scarecrow, heaving
a stuffy, long sigh. "I think Ku-Klip was wrong
to make two tin men, just alike, and the strangest
thing of all is that both you tin men fell in love
with the same girl."
"As for that," returned the Soldier, seriously, "I
must admit I lost my ability to love when I lost my
meat heart. Ku-Klip gave me a tin heart, to be sure,
but it doesn't love anything, as far as I can discover,
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It was not more than a two
hours' journey to the house
where Nimmie Amee had
lived, but when our travelers
arrived there they found the
place deserted. The door was
partly off its hinges, the roof
had fallen in at the rear and
the interior of the cottage was
thick with dust. Not only
was the place vacant, but it
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That struck them all as being a good suggestion,
so once more they started to tramp through the forest,
taking the direct path to Ku-Klip's house, for both
the tin twins knew the way, having followed it many
times.
Ku-Klip lived at the far edge of the great forest,
his house facing the broad plains of the Munchkin
Country that lay to the eastward. But, when they
came to this residence by the forest's edge, the tin-
smith was not at home.
It was a pretty place, all painted dark blue with
trimmings of lighter blue. There was a neat blue
fence around the yard and several blue benches had
been placed underneath the shady blue trees which
marked the line between forest and plain. There was
a blue lawn before the house, which was a good sized
building. Ku-Klip lived in the front part of the
house and had his work-shop in the back part, where
he had also built a lean-to addition, in order to give
him more room.
Although they found the tinsmith absent on their
arrival, there was smoke coming out of his chimney,
which proved that he would soon return.
"And perhaps Nimmie Amee will be with him,"
said the Scarecrow in a cheerful voice.
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While they waited, the Tin Woodman went to the
door of the workshop and, finding it unlocked, entered
and looked curiously around the room where he had
been made.
"It seems almost like home to me," he told his
friends, who had followed him in. "The first time
I came here I had lost a leg, so I had to carry it in
my hand while I hopped on the other leg all the
way from the place in the forest where the enchanted
axe cut me. I remember that old Ku-Klip carefully
put my meat leg into a barrel — I think that is the
same barrel, still standing in the corner yonder — and
then at once he began to make a tin leg for me. He
worked fast and with skill, and I was much inter-
ested in the job."
"My experience was much the same," said the Tin
Soldier. "I used to bring all the parts of me, which
the enchanted sword had cut away, here to the tin-
smith, and Ku-Klip would put them into the barrel."
"I wonder," said Woot, "if those cast-off parts of
you two unfortunates are still in that barrel in the
corner?"
"I suppose so," replied the Tin Woodman. "In the
Land of Oz no part of a living creature can ever be
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"If that is true, how was that Wicked Witch
destroyed?" inquired Woot.
"Why, she was very old and was all dried up and
withered before Oz became a fairyland," explained
the Scarecrow. "Only her magic arts had kept her
alive so long, and when Dorothy's house fell upon her
she just turned to dust, and was blown away and
scattered by the wind. I do not think, however, that
the parts cut away from these two young men could
ever be entirely destroyed and, if they are still in
those barrels, they are likely to be just the same as
when the enchanted axe or sword severed them."
"It doesn't matter, however," said the Tin Wood-
man; "our tin bodies are more brilliant and durable,
and quite satisfy us."
"Yes, the tin bodies are best," agreed the Tin Sol-
dier. "Nothing can hurt them."
"Unless they get dented or rusted," said Woot, but
both the tin men frowned on him.
Scraps of tin, of all shapes and sizes, lay scattered
around the workshop. Also there were hammers and
anvils and soldering irons and a charcoal furnace and
many other tools such as a tinsmith works with.
Against two of the side walls had been built stout
work-benches and in the center of the room was a
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but my memory of some of the events I formerly
experienced is quite hazy."
"How long have you been in this cupboard? " asked
the Emperor.
"I don't know."
"Haven't you a name?"
"Oh, yes," said the Head; "I used to be called
Nick Chopper, when I was a woodman and cut down
trees for a living."
"Good gracious!" cried the Tin Woodman in aston-
ishment. "If you are Nick Chopper's Head, then you
are Me — or I'm You — or — or — What relation are
we, anyhow?"
"Don't ask me," replied the Head. "For my part,
I'm not anxious to claim relationship with any com-
mon, manufactured article, like you. You may be all
right in your class, but your class isn't my class.
You're tin."
The poor Emperor felt so bewildered that for a time
he could only stare at his old Head in silence. Then
he said:
"I must admit that I wasn't at all bad looking
before I became tin. You're almost handsome — for
meat. If your hair was combed, you'd be quite
attractive."
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"How do you expect me to comb my hair without
help?" demanded the Head, indignantly. "I used to
keep it smooth and neat, when I had arms, but after
I was removed from the rest of me, my hair got
mussed, and old Ku-Klip never has combed it for me."
"I'll speak to him about it," said the Tin Woodman.
"Do you remember loving a pretty Munchkin girl
named Nimmie Amee?"
"No," answered the Head. "That is a foolish ques-
tion. The heart in my body — when I had a body —
might have loved someone, for all I know, but a head
isn't made to love; it's made to think."
"Oh; do you think, then?"
"I used to think."
"You must have been shut up in this cupboard for
years and years. What have you thought about, in
all that time?"
"Nothing. That's another foolish question. A little
reflection will convince you that I have had nothing
to think about, except the boards on the inside of the
cupboard door, and it didn't take me long to think of
everything about those boards that could be thought
of. Then, of course, I quit thinking."
"And are you happy?"
"Happy? What's that?"
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"Don't you know, what happiness is?" inquired the
Tin Woodman.
"I haven't the faintest idea whether it's round or
square, or black or white, or what it is. And, if you
will pardon my lack of interest in it, I will say that
I don't care."
The Tin Woodman was much puzzled by these
answers. His traveling companions had grouped
themselves at his back, and had fixed their eyes on
the Head and listened to the conversation with much
interest, but until now, they had not interrupted
because they thought the Tin Woodman had the best
right to talk to his own head and renew acquaintance
with it.
But now the Tin Soldier remarked:
"I wonder if my old head happens to be in any of
these cupboards," and he proceeded to open all the
cupboard doors. But no other head was to be found
on any of the shelves.
"Oh, well; never mind," said Woot the Wanderer;
"I can't imagine what anyone wants of a cast-off
head, anyhow."
"I can understand the Soldier's interest," asserted
Polychrome, dancing around the grimy workshop
until her draperies formed a cloud around her dainty
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With a sigh the Tin Woodman closed and latched
the cupboard door and turned away.
"Well," said the Tin Soldier, " if my old head would
have treated me as coldly and in so unfriendly a man-
ner as your old head has treated you, friend Chopper,
I'm glad I could not find it."
"Yes; I'm rather surprised at my head, myself,"
replied the Tin Woodman, thoughtfully. "I thought
I had a more pleasant disposition when I was made
of meat."
But just then old Ku-Klip the Tinsmith arrived,
and he seemed surprised to find so many visitors.
Ku-Klip was a stout man and a short man. He had
his sleeves rolled above his elbows, showing muscular
arms, and he wore a leathern apron that covered all
the front of him, and was so long that Woot was sur-
prised he didn't step on it and trip whenever he
walked. And Ku-Klip had a gray beard that was
almost as long as his apron, and his head was bald
on top and his ears stuck out from his head like two
fans. Over his eyes, which were bright and twinkling,
he wore big spectacles. It was easy to see that the
tinsmith was a kind hearted man, as well as a merry
and agreeable one.
"Oh-ho!" he cried in a joyous bass voice; " here are
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both my tin men come to visit me, and they and their
friends are welcome indeed. I'm very proud of you
two characters, I assure you, for you are so perfect
that you are proof that I'm a good workman. Sit
down. Sit down, all of you — if you can find anything
to sit on — and tell me why you are here."
So they found seats and told him all of their
adventures that they thought he would like to know.
Ku-Klip was glad to learn that Nick Chopper, the
Tin Woodman, was now Emperor of the Winkies and
a friend of Ozma of Oz, and the tinsmith was also
interested in the Scarecrow and Polychrome.
He turned the straw man around, examining
him curiously, and patted him on all sides, and then
said:
"You are certainly wonderful, but I think you
would be more durable and steady on your legs if you
were made of tin. Would you like me to —"
"No, indeed!" interrupted the Scarecrow hastily;
"I like myself better as I am."
But to Polychrome the tinsmith said:
"Nothing could improve you, my dear, for you are
the most beautiful maiden I have ever seen. It is
pure happiness just to look at you."
"That is praise, indeed, from so skillful a work-
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I had hard work finding enough pieces to complete
the job. I finally had to finish him with one arm."
"Who is Chopfyt?" inquired Woot.
"Oh, haven't I told you about Chopfyt?" exclaimed
Ku-Klip. "Of course not! And he's quite a curiosity,
too. You'll be interested in hearing about Chopfyt.
This is how he happened:
"One day, after the Witch had been destroyed and
Nimmie Amee had gone to live with her friends on
Mount Munch, I was looking around the shop for
something and came upon the bottle of Magic Glue
which I had brought from the old Witch's house. It
occurred to me to piece together the odds and ends
of you two people, which of course were just as good
as ever, and see if I couldn't make a man out of them.
If I succeeded, I would have an assistant to help me
with my work, and I thought it would be a clever
idea to put to some practical use the scraps of Nick
Chopper and Captain Fyter. There were two perfectly
good heads in my cupboard, and a lot of feet and
legs and parts of bodies in the barrel, so I set to
work to see what I could do.
"First, I pieced together a body, gluing it with the
Witch's Magic Glue, which worked perfectly. That
was the hardest part of my job, however, because the
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bodies didn't match up well and some parts were
missing. But by using a piece of Captain Fyter here
and a piece of Nick Chopper there, I finally got
together a very decent body, with heart and all the
trimmings complete."
"Whose heart did you use in making the body?"
asked the Tin Woodman anxiously.

"I can't tell, for the parts had no tags on them
and one heart looks much like another. After the
body was completed, I glued two fine legs and feet
onto it. One leg was Nick Chopper's and one was
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head," remarked the Tin Soldier. "I remember that
head used to be very particular about its clothes."
"As an assistant," the old tinsmith continued,
"Chopfyt was not a success. He was awkward with
tools and was always hungry. He demanded some-
thing to eat six or eight times a day, so I wondered
if I had fitted his insides properly. Indeed, Chopfyt
ate so much that little food was left for myself; so,
when he proposed, one day, to go out into the world
and seek adventures, I was delighted to be rid of him.
I even made him a tin arm to take the place of the
missing one, and that pleased him very much, so that
we parted good friends."
"What became of Chopfyt after that?" the Scare-
crow inquired.
"I never heard. He started off toward the east,
into the plains of the Munchkin Country, and that
was the last I ever saw of him."
"It seems to me," said the Tin Woodman reflect-
ively, "that you did wrong in making a man out of
our cast-off parts. It is evident that Chopfyt could,
with justice, claim relationship with both of us."
"Don't worry about that," advised Ku-Klip cheer-
fully; "it is not likely that you will ever meet the
fellow. And, if you should meet him, he doesn't know
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who he is made of, for I never told him the secret of
his manufacture. Indeed, you are the only ones who
know of it, and you may keep the secret to yourselves,
if you wish to."
"Never mind Chopfyt," said the Scarecrow. "Our
business now is to find poor Nimmie Amee and let
her choose her tin husband. To do that, it seems,
from the information Ku-Klip has given us, we must
travel to Mount Munch."
"If that's the programme, let us start at once,"
suggested Woot.
So they all went outside, 'where they found Poly-
chrome dancing about among the trees and talking
with the birds and laughing as merrily as if she had
not lost her Rainbow and so been separated from all
her fairy sisters.
They told her they were going to Mount Munch,
and she replied:
"Very well; I am as likely to find my Rainbow there
as here, and any other place is as likely as there. It
all depends on the weather. Do you think it looks
like rain ?"
They shook their heads, and Polychrome laughed
again and danced on after them when they resumed
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They were proceeding so
easily and comfortably on
their way to Mount Munch
that Woot said in a serious
tone of voice:
"I'm afraid something is
going to happen."
"Why? " asked Polychrome,
dancing around the group of
travelers.
"Because," said the boy,
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thoughtfully, "I've noticed that when we have the
least reason for getting into trouble, something is
sure to go wrong. Just now the weather is delight-
ful; the grass is beautifully blue and quite soft to
our feet; the mountain we are seeking shows clearly
in the distance and there is no reason anything should
happen to delay us in getting there. Our troubles
all seem to be over, and — well, that's why I'm
afraid," he added, with a sigh.
"Dear me!" remarked the Scarecrow, "what
unhappy thoughts you have, to be sure. This is proof
that born brains cannot equal manufactured brains,
for my brains dwell only on facts and never borrow
trouble. When there is occasion for my brains to
think, they think, but I would be ashamed of my
brains if they kept shooting out thoughts that were
merely fears and imaginings, such as do no good, but
are likely to do harm."
"For my part," said the Tin Woodman, "I do not
think at all, but allow my velvet heart to guide me
at all times."
"The tinsmith filled my hollow head with scraps
and clippings of tin," said the Soldier, "and he told
me they would do nicely for brains, but when I begin
to think, the tin scraps rattle around and get so mixed
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that fell upon him and while he could not see the
Scarecrow he managed to push him off and rose to his
feet just as Polychrome whirled against him and
made him tumble again.
Sitting upon the ground, the boy asked:
"Can you see us, Poly?"
"No, indeed," answered the Rainbow's Daughter;
"we've all become invisible."
"How did it happen, do you suppose?" inquired
the Scarecrow, lying where he had fallen.
"We have met with no enemy," answered Poly-
chrome, "so it must be that this part of the country
has the magic quality of making people invisible —
even fairies falling under the charm. We can see
the grass, and the flowers, and the stretch of plain
before us, and we can still see Mount Munch in the
distance; but we cannot see ourselves or one another."
"Well, what are we to do about it?" demanded
Woot.
"I think this magic affects only a small part of the
plain," replied Polychrome; "perhaps there is only a
streak of the country where an enchantment makes
people become invisible. So, if we get together and
hold hands, we can travel toward Mount Munch until
the enchanted streak is passed."
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"All right," said Woot, jumping up, " give me your
hand, Polychrome. Where are you?"
"Here," she answered. "Whistle, Woot, and keep
whistling until I come to you."
So Woot whistled, and presently Polychrome found
him and grasped his hand.
"Someone must help me up," said the Scarecrow,
lying near them; so they found the straw man and
sat him upon his feet, after which he held fast to
Polychrome's other hand.
Nick Chopper and the Tin Soldier had managed
to scramble up without assistance, but it was awk-
ward for them and the Tin Woodman said:
"I don't seem to stand straight, somehow. But my
joints all work, so I guess I can walk."
Guided by his voice, they reached his side, where
Woot grasped his tin fingers so they might keep
together.
The Tin Soldier was standing near by and the
Scarecrow soon touched him and took hold of his
arm.
"I hope you're not wobbly," said the straw man,
"for if two of us walk unsteadily we will be sure
to fall."
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"Bah I that's not straw," said the harsh voice, and
the beast advanced along the line to Woot.
"Meat! Pooh, you're no good I I can't eat meat,"
grumbled the beast, and passed on to Polychrome.
"Sweetmeats and perfume — cobwebs and dew!
Nothing to eat in a fairy like you," said the creature.
Now, the Scarecrow was next to Polychrome in the
line, and he realized if the beast devoured his straw
he would be helpless for a long time, because the
last farmhouse was far behind them and only grass
covered the vast expanse of plain. So in his fright
he let go of Polychrome's hand and put the hand of
the Tin Soldier in that of the Rainbow's Daughter.
Then he slipped back of the line and went to the
other end, where he silently seized the Tin Wood-
man's hand.
Meantime, the beast had smelled the Tin Soldier
and found he was the last of the line.
"That's funny!" growled the Hip-po-gy-raf; " I can
smell straw, but I can't find it. Well, it's here, some-
where, and I must hunt around until I do find it, for
I'm hungry."
His voice was now at the left of them, so they
started on, hoping to avoid him, and traveled as fast
as they could in the direction of Mount Munch.
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man added: "The Scarecrow is our friend, and he
would be useless without his straw stuffing. So, as
we are comrades, faithful and true, we will defend
our friend's stuffing against all enemies."
The Hip-po-gy-raf sat down and looked at them
sorrowfully.
"When one has made up his mind to have a meal
of delicious straw, and then finds he can't have it,
it is certainly hard luck," he said. "And what good
is the straw man to you, or to himself, when the
ditch keeps you from going any further?"
"Well, we can go back again," suggested Woot.
"True," said the Hip-po; "and if you do, you'll
be as disappointed as I am. That's some comfort,
anyhow."
The travelers looked at the beast, and then they
looked across the ditch at the level plain beyond.
On the other side the grass had grown tall, and the
sun had dried it, so there was a fine crop of hay
that only needed to be cut and stacked.
"Why don't you cross over and eat hay?" the
boy asked the beast.
"I'm not fond of hay," replied the Hip-po-gy-raf;
"straw is much more delicious, to my notion, and
it's more scarce in this neighborhood, too. Also I
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the Scarecrow hastily. "My head isn't stuffed with
straw and I cannot part with it. When one loses
his head he loses his brains."
"Very well, then; you may keep your head," said
the beast.
The Scarecrow's companions thanked him warmly
for his loyal sacrifice to their mutual good, and then
he laid down and permitted them to pull the straw
from his body. As fast as they did this, the Hip-po-
gy-raf ate up the straw, and when all was consumed
Polychrome made a neat bundle of the clothes and
boots and gloves and hat and said she would carry
them, while Woot tucked the Scarecrow's head under
his arm and promised to guard its safety.
"Now, then," said the Tin Woodman, "keep your
promise, Beast, and lift us over the ditch."
"M-m-m-mum, but that was a fine dinner!" said
the Hip-po, smacking his thick lips in satisfaction,
"and I'm as good as my word. Sit on my head, one
at a time, and I'll land you safely on the other side."
He approached close to the edge of the ditch and
squatted down. Polychrome climbed over his big
body and sat herself lightly upon the flat head, hold-
ing the bundle of the Scarecrow's raiment in her
hand. Slowly the elastic neck stretched out until it
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reached the far side of the ditch, when the beast
lowered his head and permitted the beautiful fairy
to leap to the ground.
Woot made the queer journey next, and then the
Tin Soldier and the Tin Woodman went over, and
all were well pleased to have overcome this serious
barrier to their progress.
"Now, Soldier, cut the hay," said the Scarecrow's
head, which was still held by Woot the Wanderer.
"I'd like to, but I can't stoop over, with my bent
leg, without falling," replied Captain Fyter.
"What can we do about that leg, anyhow?" asked
Woot, appealing to Polychrome.
She danced around in a circle several times with-
out replying, and the boy feared she had not heard
him; but the Rainbow's Daughter was merely think-
ing upon the problem, and presently she paused
beside the Tin Soldier and said:
"I've been taught a little fairy magic, but I've
never before been asked to mend tin legs with it,
so I'm not sure I can help you. It all depends on
the good will of my unseen fairy guardians, so Fll
try, and if I fail, you will be no worse off than you
are now."
She danced around the circle again, and then laid
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"Good!" cried the Emperor, again standing erect
and strutting around to show his fine figure. "Your
fairy magic may not be able to accomplish all things,
sweet Polychrome, but it works splendidly on tin.
Thank you very much."
"The hay — the hay!" pleaded the Scarecrow's
head.
"Oh, yes; the hay," said Woot. "What are you
waiting for, Captain Fyter?"
At once the Tin Soldier set to work cutting hay
with his sword and in a few minutes there was quite
enough with which to stuff the Scarecrow's body.
Woot and Polychrome did this and it was no easy
task because the hay packed together more than
straw and as they had little experience in such work
their job, when completed, left the Scarecrow's
arms and legs rather bunchy. Also there was a
hump on his back which made Woot laugh and say
it reminded him of a camel, but it was the best
they could do and when the head was fastened
on to the body they asked the Scarecrow how he
felt.
"A little heavy, and not quite natural," he cheer-
fully replied; "but Til get along somehow until we
reach a straw-stack. Don't laugh at me, please,
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The Land of the Munchkins
is full of surprises, as our
travelers had already learned,
and although Mount Munch
was constantly growing larger
as they advanced toward it,
they knew it was still a long
way off and were not certain,
by any means, that they had
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The plain was broad, and as far as the eye could
see, there seemed to be a level stretch of country
between them and the mountain, but toward evening
they came upon a hollow, in which stood a tiny blue
Munchkin dwelling with a garden around it and fields
of grain filling in all the rest of the hollow.
They did not discover this place until they came
close to the edge of it, and they were astonished at
the sight that greeted them because they had imagined
that this part of the plain had no inhabitants.
"It's a very small house," Woot declared. "I won-
der who lives there?"
"The way to find out is to knock on the door and
ask," replied the Tin Woodman. "Perhaps it is the
home of Nimmie Amee."
"Is she a dwarf?" asked the boy.
"No, indeed; Nimmie Amee is a full sized woman."
"Then I'm sure she couldn't live in that little
house," said Woot.
"Let's go down," suggested the Scarecrow. "I'm
almost sure I can see a straw-stack in the back
yard."
They descended the hollow, which was rather steep
at the sides, and soon came to the house, which was
indeed rather small. Woot knocked upon a door that
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was not much higher than his waist, but got no reply.
He knocked again, but not a sound was heard.
"Smoke is coming out of the chimney," announced
Polychrome, who was dancing lightly through the
garden, where cabbages and beets and turnips and
the like were growing finely.
"Then someone surely lives here," said Woot, and
knocked again.
Now a window at the side of the house opened and
a queer head appeared. It was white and hairy and
had a long snout and little round eyes. The ears were
hidden by a blue sunbonnet tied under the chin.
"Oh; it's a pig!" exclaimed Woot.
"Pardon me; I am Mrs. Squealina Swyne, wife of
Professor Grunter Swyne, and this is our home," said
the one in the window. "What do you want?"
"What sort of a Professor is your husband?"
inquired the Tin Woodman curiously.
"He is Professor of Cabbage Culture and Corn
Perfection. He is very famous in his own family,
and would be the wonder of the world if he went
abroad," said Mrs. Swyne in a voice that was half
proud and half irritable. "I must also inform you
intruders that the Professor is a dangerous individual,
for he files his teeth every morning until they are
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"I shall sleep under the straw-stack tonight," Woot
decided, after he had eaten some of the vegetables
from the garden, and in fact he slept very well, with
the two tin men and the Scarecrow sitting silently
beside him and Polychrome away somewhere in the
moonlight dancing her fairy dances.
At daybreak the Tin Woodman and the Tin Soldier
took occasion to polish their bodies and oil their
joints, for both were exceedingly careful of their
personal appearance. They had forgotten the quarrel
due to their accidental bumping of one another in
the invisible country, and being now good friends
the Tin Woodman polished the Tin Soldier's back
for him and then the Tin Soldier polished the Tin
Woodman's back.
For breakfast the Wanderer ate crisp lettuce and
radishes, and the Rainbow's Daughter, who had now
returned to her friends, sipped the dewdrops that had
formed on the petals of the wild-flowers.
As they passed the little house to renew their
journey, Woot called out:
"Good-bye, Mr. and Mrs. Swyne!"
The window opened and the two pigs looked
out.
"A pleasant journey," said the Professor.
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of blue grasses and wildflowers, and Mount Munch
seemed much nearer than it had the previous evening.
They trudged on at a brisk pace, and by noon the
mountain was so close that they could admire its
appearance. Its slopes were partly clothed with
pretty evergreens, and its foot-hills were tufted with
a slender waving bluegrass that had a tassel on the
end of every blade. And, for the first time, they
perceived, near the foot of the mountain, a charming
house, not of great size but neatly painted and with
many flowers surrounding it and vines climbing
over the doors and windows.
It was toward this solitary house that our trav-
elers now directed their steps, thinking to inquire
of the people who lived there where Nimmie Amee
might be found.
There were no paths, but the way was quite open
and clear, and they were drawing near to the dwell-
ing when Woot the Wanderer, who was then in the
lead of the little party, halted with such an abrupt
jerk that he stumbled over backward and lay flat
on his back in the meadow. The Scarecrow stopped
to look at the boy.
"Why did you do that?" he asked in surprise.
Woot sat up and gazed around him in amazement.
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"I can feel something hard — something smooth
as glass," she said, "but I'm sure it is not glass."
"Let me try," suggested Woot, getting up; but
when he tried to go forward, he discovered the same
barrier that Polychrome had encountered.
"No," he said, "it isn't glass. But what is it?"
"Air," replied a small voice beside him, "Solid
air; that's all."
They all looked downward and found a sky-blue
rabbit had stuck his head out of a burrow in the
ground. The rabbit's eyes were a deeper blue than
his fur, and the pretty creature seemed friendly and
unafraid.
"Air!" exclaimed Woot, staring in astonishment
into the rabbit's blue eyes; "whoever heard of air
so solid that one cannot push it aside?"
"You can't push this air aside," declared the rabbit,
"for it was made hard by powerful sorcery, and it
forms a wall that is intended to keep people from
getting to that house yonder."
"Oh; it's a wall, is it?" said the Tin Woodman.
"Yes, it is really a wall," answered the rabbit,
"and it is fully six feet thick."
"How high is it?" inquired Captain Fyter, the
Tin Soldier.
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We may be sure that at
this moment our friends were
all anxious to see the end of
the adventure that had caused
them so many trials and
troubles. Perhaps the Tin
Woodman's heart did not beat
any faster, because it was
made of red velvet and stuffed
with sawdust, and the Tin
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"Friends!" they all exclaimed.
Then they heard footsteps approach the door,
which slowly opened and revealed a very pretty
Munchkin girl standing in the doorway.
"Nimmie Amee!" cried the tin twins.
"That's my name," replied the girl, looking at
them in cold surprise. "But who can you be?"
"Don't you know me, Nimmie?" said the Tin
Woodman. "I'm your old sweetheart, Nick
Chopper!"
"Don't you know me, my dear?" said the Tin
Soldier. "I'm your old sweetheart, Captain Fyter!"
Nimmie Amee smiled at them both. Then she
looked beyond them at the rest of the party and
smiled again. However, she seemed more amused
than pleased.
"Come in," she said, leading the way inside.
"Even sweethearts are forgotten after a time, but
you and your friends are welcome."
The room they now entered was cosy and com-
fortable, being neatly furnished and well swept and
dusted. But they found someone there besides
Nimmie Amee. A man dressed in the attractive
Munchkin costume was lazily reclining in an easy
chair, and he sat up and turned his eyes on the
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laughing, for she was greatly enjoying the confusion
of the others. "The tin men are still themselves,
as they will tell you, and so Chopfyt must be some-
one else."
They looked at her bewildered, for the facts in
the case were too puzzling to be grasped at once.
"It is all the fault of old Ku-Klip," muttered the
Tin Woodman. "He had no right to use our cast-
off parts to make another man with."
"It seems he did it, however," said Nimmie Amee
calmly, "and I married him because he resembled
you both. I won't say he is a husband to be proud
of, because he has a mixed nature and isn't always
an agreeable companion. There are times when I
have to chide him gently, both with my tongue and
with my broomstick. But he is my husband, and
I must make the best of him."
"If you don't like him," suggested the Tin Wood-
man, "Captain Fyter and I can chop him up with
our axe and sword, and each take such parts of the
fellow as belong to him. Then we are willing for
you to select one of us as your husband."
"That is a good idea," approved Captain Fyter,
drawing his sword.
"No," said Nimmie Amee; "I think Til keep the
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husband I now have. He is now trained to draw
the water and carry in the wood and hoe the cabbages
and weed the flower-beds and dust the furniture and
perform many tasks of a like character. A new
husband would have to be scolded — and gently
chided — until he learns my ways. So I think it
will be better to keep my Chopfyt, and I see no
reason why you should object to him. You two
gentlemen threw him away when you became tin,
because you had no further use for him, so you
cannot justly claim him now. I advise you to go
back to your own homes and forget me, as I have
forgotten you."
"Good advice!" laughed Polychrome, dancing.
"Are you happy?" asked the Tin Soldier.
"Of course I am," said Nimmie Amee; "Pm the
mistress of all I survey — the queen of my little
domain."
"Wouldn't you like to be the Empress of the
Winkies?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"Mercy, no," she answered. "That would be a
lot of bother. I don't care for society, or pomp, or
posing. All I ask is to be left alone and not to be
annoyed by visitors."
The Scarecrow nudged Woot the Wanderer.
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come there, rather than go out and face the coming
storm. But the Scarecrow, who was a very thought-
ful person, said to his friends:
"If we remain here until after the storm, and
Polychrome goes away on her Rainbow, then we
will be prisoners inside the Wall of Solid Air; so
it seems best to start upon our return journey at
once. If I get wet, my straw stuffing will be ruined,
and if you two tin gentlemen get wet, you may
perhaps rust again, and become useless. But even
that is better than to stay here. Once we are free
of the barrier, we have Woot the Wanderer to help
us, and he can oil your joints and restuff my body,
if it becomes necessary, for the boy is made of meat,
which neither rusts nor gets soggy or moldy."
"Come along, then!" cried Polychrome from the
window, and the others, realizing the wisdom of the
Scarecrow's speech, took leave of Nimmie Amee, who
was glad to be rid of them, and said good-bye to
her husband, who merely scowled and made no
answer, and then they hurried from the house.
"Your old parts are not very polite, I must say,"
remarked the Scarecrow, when they were in the
garden.
"No," said Woot, "Chopfyt is a regular grouch.
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He might have wished us a pleasant journey, at the
very least."
"I beg you not to hold us responsible for that
creature's actions," pleaded the Tin Woodman. "We
are through with Chopfyt and shall have nothing
further to do with him."
Polychrome danced ahead of the party and led
them straight to the burrow of the Blue Rabbit, which they might have had some difficulty in finding
without her. There she lost no time in making them
all small again. The Blue Rabbit was busy nibbling
cabbage leaves in Mmmie Amee's garden, so they
did not ask his permission but at once entered the
burrow.
Even now the raindrops were beginning to fall,
but it was quite dry inside the tunnel and by the
time they had reached the other end, outside the
circular Wall of Solid Air, the storm was at its
height and the rain was coming down in torrents.
"Let us wait here," proposed Polychrome, peering
out of the hole and then quickly retreating. "The
Rainbow won't appear until after the storm and I
can make you big again in a jiffy, before I join
my sisters on our bow."
"That's a good plan," said the Scarecrow approv-
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in our sky mansions there is always joy and
happiness."
They were indeed sorry to part with their dainty
and beautiful companion and assured her of their
devotion if they ever chanced to meet again. She
shook hands with the Scarecrow and the Tin Men
and kissed Woot the Wanderer lightly upon his
forehead.
And then the rain suddenly ceased, and as the
tiny people left the burrow of the Blue Rabbit, a
glorious big Rainbow appeared in the sky and the
end of its arch slowly descended and touched the
ground just where they stood.
Woot was so busy watching a score of lovely
maidens — sisters of Polychrome — who were leaning
over the edge of the bow, and another score who
danced gaily amid the radiance of the splendid hues,
that he did not notice he was growing big again.
But now Polychrome joined her sisters on the Rain-
bow and the huge arch lifted and slowly melted away
as the sun burst from the clouds and sent its own
white beams dancing over the meadows.
"Why, she's gone!" exclaimed the boy, and turned
to see his companions still waving their hands in
token of adieu to the vanished Polychrome.
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fyt, being kept a prisoner by his wife, is too far
away from anyone to bother either of you tin men
in any way. If you hadn't gone where he is and
discovered him, you would never have worried about
him."
"What do you care, anyhow," Betsy Bobbin asked
the Tin Woodman, "so long as Nimmie Amee is
satisfied!"
"And just to think," remarked Tiny Trot, "that
any girl would rather live with a mixture like
Chopfyt, on far-away Mount Munch, than to be the
Empress of the Winkies!"
"It is her own choice," said the Tin Woodman
contentedly; " and, after all, I'm not sure the Winkies
would care to have an Empress."
It puzzled Ozma, for a time, to decide what to
do with the Tin Soldier. If he went with the Tin
Woodman to the Emperor's castle, she felt that the
two tin men might not be able to live together in
harmony, and moreover the Emperor would not be
so distinguished if he had a double constantly beside
him. So she asked Captain Fyter if he was willing
to serve her as a soldier, and he promptly declared
that nothing would please him more. After he had
been in her service for some time, Ozma sent him
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