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11. The Beasts of the Forest of Gugu

That was a wonderful gathering of wild animals in the Forest of Gugu

next sunrise. Rango, the Gray Ape, had even called his monkey

sentinels away from the forest edge, and every beast, little and big,

was in the great clearing where meetings were held on occasions of

great importance.

In the center of the clearing stood a great shelving rock, having a

flat, inclined surface, and on this sat the stately Leopard Gugu, who

was King of the Forest. On the ground beneath him squatted Bru the

Bear, Loo the Unicorn, and Rango the Gray Ape, the King’s three

Counselors, and in front of them stood the two strange beasts who had

called themselves Li-Mon-Eags, but were really the transformations of

Ruggedo the Nome, and Kiki Aru the Hyup.

Then came the beasts-rows and rows and rows of them! The smallest

beasts were nearest the King’s rock throne; then there were wolves and

foxes, lynxes and hyenas, and the like; behind them were gathered the

monkey tribes, who were hard to keep in order because they teased the

other animals and were full of mischievous tricks. Back of the

monkeys were the pumas, jaguars, tigers and lions, and their kind;

next the bears, all sizes and colors; after them bisons, wild asses,

zebras and unicorns; farther on the rhinoceri and hippopotami, and at

the far edge of the forest, close to the trees that shut in the

clearing, was a row of thick-skinned elephants, still as statues but

with eyes bright and intelligent.

Many other kinds of beasts, too numerous to mention, were there, and

some were unlike any beasts we see in the menageries and zoos in our

country. Some were from the mountains west of the forest, and some

from the plains at the east, and some from the river; but all present

acknowledged the leadership of Gugu, who for many years had ruled them

wisely and forced all to obey the laws.

When the beasts had taken their places in the clearing and the

rising sun was shooting its first bright rays over the treetops, King

Gugu rose on his throne. The Leopard’s giant form, towering above all

the others, caused a sudden hush to fall on the assemblage.

“Brothers,” he said in his deep voice, “a stranger has come among

us, a beast of curious form who is a great magician and is able to

change the shapes of men or beasts at his will. This stranger has

come to us, with another of his kind, from out of the sky, to warn us

of a danger which threatens us all, and to offer us a way to escape

from that danger. He says he is our friend, and he has proved to me

and to my Counselors his magic powers. Will you listen to what he has

to say to you-to the message he has brought from the sky?”

“Let him speak!” came in a great roar from the great company of

assembled beasts.

So Ruggedo the Nome sprang upon the flat rock beside Gugu the King,

and another roar, gentle this time, showed how astonished the beasts

were at the sight of his curious form. His lion’s face was surrounded

by a mane of pure white hair; his eagle’s wings were attached to the

shoulders of his monkey body and were so long that they nearly touched

the ground; he had powerful arms and legs in addition to the wings,

and at the end of his long, strong tail was a golden ball. Never had

any beast beheld such a curious creature before, and so the very sight

of the stranger, who was said to be a great magician, filled all

present with awe and wonder.

Kiki stayed down below and, half hidden by the shelf of rock, was

scarcely noticed. The boy realized that the old Nome was helpless

without his magic power, but he also realized that Ruggedo was the

best talker. So he was willing the Nome should take the lead.

“Beasts of the Forest of Gugu,” began Ruggedo the Nome, “my comrade

and I are your friends. We are magicians, and from our home in the

sky we can look down into the Land of Oz and see everything that is

going on. Also we can hear what the people below us are saying. That

is how we heard Ozma, who rules the Land of Oz, say to her people:

‘The beasts in the Forest of Gugu are lazy and are of no use to us.

Let us go to their forest and make them all our prisoners. Let us tie

them with ropes, and beat them with sticks, until they work for us and

become our willing slaves.’ And when the people heard Ozma of Oz say

this, they were glad and raised a great shout and said: ‘We will do

it! We will make the beasts of the Forest of Gugu our slaves!’”

The wicked old Nome could say no more, just then, for such a fierce

roar of anger rose from the multitude of beasts that his voice was

drowned by the clamor. Finally the roar died away, like distant

thunder, and Ruggedo the Nome went on with his speech.

“Having heard the Oz people plot against your liberty, we watched to

see what they would do, and saw them all begin making ropes-ropes

long and short-with which to snare our friends the beasts. You are

angry, but we also were angry, for when the Oz people became the

enemies of the beasts they also became our enemies; for we, too, are

beasts, although we live in the sky. And my comrade and I said: ‘We

will save our friends and have revenge on the Oz people,’ and so we

came here to tell you of your danger and of our plan to save you.”

“We can save ourselves,” cried an old Elephant. “We can fight.”

“The Oz people are fairies, and you can’t fight against magic unless

you also have magic,” answered the Nome.

“Tell us your plan!” shouted the huge Tiger, and the other beasts

echoed his words, crying: “Tell us your plan.”

“My plan is simple,” replied Ruggedo. “By our magic we will

transform all you animals into men and women-like the Oz people-and

we will transform all the Oz people into beasts. You can then live in

the fine houses of the Land of Oz, and eat the fine food of the Oz

people, and wear their fine clothes, and sing and dance and be happy.

And the Oz people, having become beasts, will have to live here in the

forest and hunt and fight for food, and often go hungry, as you now

do, and have no place to sleep but a bed of leaves or a hole in the

ground. Having become men and women, you beasts will have all the

comforts you desire, and having become beasts, the Oz people will be

very miserable. That is our plan, and if you agree to it, we will all

march at once into the Land of Oz and quickly conquer our enemies.”

When the stranger ceased speaking, a great silence fell on the

assemblage, for the beasts were thinking of what he had said. Finally

one of the walruses asked:

“Can you really transform beasts into men, and men into beasts?”

“He can-he can!” cried Loo the Unicorn, prancing up and down in an

excited manner. “He transformed ME, only last evening, and he can

transform us all.”

Gugu the King now stepped forward.

“You have heard the stranger speak,” said he, “and now you must answer him.

It is for you to decide. Shall we agree to this plan, or not?”

“Yes!” shouted some of the animals.

“No!” shouted others.

And some were yet silent.

Gugu looked around the great circle.

“Take more time to think,” he suggested. “Your answer is very

important. Up to this time we have had no trouble with the Oz people,

but we are proud and free, and never will become slaves. Think

carefully, and when you are ready to answer, I will hear you.”



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12. Kiki Uses His Magic

Then arose a great confusion of sounds as all the animals began

talking to their fellows. The monkeys chattered and the bears growled

and the voices of the jaguars and lions rumbled, and the wolves yelped

and the elephants had to trumpet loudly to make their voices heard.

Such a hubbub had never been known in the forest before, and each beast

argued with his neighbor until it seemed the noise would never cease.

Ruggedo the Nome waved his arms and fluttered his wings to try to

make them listen to him again, but the beasts paid no attention. Some

wanted to fight the Oz people, some wanted to be transformed, and some

wanted to do nothing at all.

The growling and confusion had grown greater than ever when in a

flash silence fell on all the beasts present, the arguments were

hushed, and all gazed in astonishment at a strange sight.

For into the circle strode a great Lion-bigger and more powerful

than any other lion there-and on his back rode a little girl who

smiled fearlessly at the multitude of beasts. And behind the Lion and

the little girl came another beast-a monstrous Tiger, who bore upon

his back a funny little man carrying a black bag. Right past the rows

of wondering beasts the strange animals walked, advancing until they

stood just before the rock throne of Gugu.

Then the little girl and the funny little man dismounted, and the

great Lion demanded in a loud voice:

“Who is King in this forest?”

“I am!” answered Gugu, looking steadily at the other. “I am Gugu

the Leopard, and I am King of this forest.”

“Then I greet Your Majesty with great respect,” said the Lion.

“Perhaps you have heard of me, Gugu. I am called the ‘Cowardly Lion,’

and I am King of all Beasts, the world over.”

Gugu’s eyes flashed angrily.

“Yes,” said he, “I have heard of you. You have long claimed to be

King of Beasts, but no beast who is a coward can be King over me.”

“He isn’t a coward, Your Majesty,” asserted the little girl, “He’s

just cowardly, that’s all.”

Gugu looked at her. All the other beasts were looking at her, too.

“Who are you?” asked the King.

“Me? Oh, I’m just Dorothy,” she answered.

“How dare you come here?” demanded the King.

“Why, I’m not afraid to go anywhere, if the Cowardly Lion is with

me,” she said. “I know him pretty well, and so I can trust him. He’s

always afraid, when we get into trouble, and that’s why he’s cowardly;

but he’s a terrible fighter, and that’s why he isn’t a coward. He

doesn’t like to fight, you know, but when he HAS to, there isn’t any

beast living that can conquer him.”

Gugu the King looked at the big, powerful form of the Cowardly Lion,

and knew she spoke the truth. Also the other Lions of the forest now

came forward and bowed low before the strange Lion.

“We welcome Your Majesty,” said one. “We have known you many years

ago, before you went to live at the Emerald City, and we have seen you

fight the terrible Kalidahs and conquer them, so we know you are the

King of all Beasts.”

“It is true,” replied the Cowardly Lion; “but I did not come here to

rule the beasts of this forest. Gugu is King here, and I believe he

is a good King and just and wise. I come, with my friends, to be the

guest of Gugu, and I hope we are welcome.”

That pleased the great Leopard, who said very quickly:

“Yes; you, at least, are welcome to my forest. But who are these

strangers with you?”

“Dorothy has introduced herself,” replied the Lion, “and you are

sure to like her when you know her better. This man is the Wizard of

Oz, a friend of mine who can do wonderful tricks of magic. And here

is my true and tried friend, the Hungry Tiger, who lives with me in

the Emerald City.”

“Is he ALWAYS hungry?” asked Loo the Unicorn.

“I am,” replied the Tiger, answering the question himself. “I am

always hungry for fat babies.”

“Can’t you find any fat babies in Oz to eat?” inquired Loo, the Unicorn.

“There are plenty of them, of course,” said the Tiger, “but

unfortunately I have such a tender conscience that it won’t allow me

to eat babies. So I’m always hungry for ‘em and never can eat ‘em,

because my conscience won’t let me.”

Now of all the surprised beasts in that clearing, not one was so

much surprised at the sudden appearance of these four strangers as

Ruggedo the Nome. He was frightened, too, for he recognized them as

his most powerful enemies; but he also realized that they could not

know he was the former King of the Nomes, because of the beast’s form

he wore, which disguised him so effectually. So he took courage and

resolved that the Wizard and Dorothy should not defeat his plans.

It was hard to tell, just yet, what the vast assemblage of beasts

thought of the new arrivals. Some glared angrily at them, but more of

them seemed to be curious and wondering. All were interested,

however, and they kept very quiet and listened carefully to all that

was said.

Kiki Aru, who had remained unnoticed in the shadow of the rock, was

at first more alarmed by the coming of the strangers than even Ruggedo

was, and the boy told himself that unless he acted quickly and without

waiting to ask the advice of the old Nome, their conspiracy was likely

to be discovered and all their plans to conquer and rule Oz be

defeated. Kiki didn’t like the way Ruggedo acted either, for the

former King of the Nomes wanted to do everything his own way, and made

the boy, who alone possessed the power of transformations, obey his

orders as if he were a slave.

Another thing that disturbed Kiki Aru was the fact that a real

Wizard had arrived, who was said to possess many magical powers, and

this Wizard carried his tools in a black bag, and was the friend of

the Oz people, and so would probably try to prevent war between the

beasts of the forest and the people of Oz.

All these things passed through the mind of the Hyup boy while the

Cowardly Lion and Gugu the King were talking together, and that was

why he now began to do several strange things.

He had found a place, near to the point where he stood, where there

was a deep hollow in the rock, so he put his face into this hollow and

whispered softly, so he would not be heard:

“I want the Wizard of Oz to become a fox-Pyrzqxgl!”

The Wizard, who had stood smilingly beside his friends, suddenly

felt his form change to that of a fox, and his black bag fell to the

ground. Kiki reached out an arm and seized the bag, and the Fox cried

as loud as it could:

“Treason! There’s a traitor here with magic powers!”

Everyone was startled at this cry, and Dorothy, seeing her old

friend’s plight, screamed and exclaimed: “Mercy me!”

But the next instant the little girl’s form had changed to that of a

lamb with fleecy white wool, and Dorothy was too bewildered to do

anything but look around her in wonder.

The Cowardly Lion’s eyes now flashed fire; he crouched low and

lashed the ground with his tail and gazed around to discover who the

treacherous magician might be. But Kiki, who had kept his face in the

hollow rock, again whispered the magic word, and the great lion

disappeared and in his place stood a little boy dressed in Munchkin

costume. The little Munchkin boy was as angry as the lion had been,

but he was small and helpless.

Ruggedo the Nome saw what was happening and was afraid Kiki would

spoil all his plans, so he leaned over the rock and shouted: “Stop,


Kiki would not stop, however. Instead, he transformed the Nome into

a goose, to Ruggedo’s horror and dismay. But the Hungry Tiger had

witnessed all these transformations, and he was watching to see which

of those present was to blame for them. When Ruggedo spoke to Kiki,

the Hungry Tiger knew that he was the magician, so he made a sudden

spring and hurled his great body full upon the form of the Li-Mon-Eag

crouching against the rock. Kiki didn’t see the Tiger coming because

his face was still in the hollow, and the heavy body of the tiger bore

him to the earth just as he said “Pyrzqxgl!” for the fifth time.

So now the tiger which was crushing him changed to a rabbit, and

relieved of its weight, Kiki sprang up and, spreading his eagle’s

wings, flew into the branches of a tree, where no beast could easily

reach him. He was not an instant too quick in doing this, for Gugu

the King had crouched on the rock’s edge and was about to spring on

the boy.

From his tree Kiki transformed Gugu into a fat Gillikin woman, and

laughed aloud to see how the woman pranced with rage, and how

astonished all the beasts were at their King’s new shape.

The beasts were frightened, too, fearing they would share the fate

of Gugu, so a stampede began when Rango the Gray Ape sprang into the

forest, and Bru the Bear and Loo the Unicorn followed as quickly as

they could. The elephants backed into the forest, and all the other

animals, big and little, rushed after them, scattering through the

jungles until the clearing was far behind. The monkeys scrambled into

the trees and swung themselves from limb to limb, to avoid being

trampled upon by the bigger beasts, and they were so quick that they

distanced all the rest. A panic of fear seemed to have overtaken the

forest people and they got as far away from the terrible Magician as

they possibly could.

But the transformed ones stayed in the clearing, being so astonished

and bewildered by their new shapes that they could only look at one

another in a dazed and helpless fashion, although each one was greatly

annoyed at the trick that had been played on him.

“Who are you?” the Munchkin boy asked the Rabbit; and “Who are you?”

the Fox asked the Lamb; and “Who are you?” the Rabbit asked the fat

Gillikin woman.

“I’m Dorothy,” said the woolly Lamb.

“I’m the Wizard,” said the Fox.

“I’m the Cowardly Lion,” said the Munchkin boy.

“I’m the Hungry Tiger,” said the Rabbit.

“I’m Gugu the King,” said the fat Woman.

But when they asked the Goose who he was, Ruggedo the Nome would not

tell them.

“I’m just a Goose,” he replied, “and what I was before, I cannot remember.”



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13. The Loss of the Black Bag

Kiki Aru, in the form of the Li-Mon-Eag, had scrambled into the

high, thick branches of the tree, so no one could see him, and there

he opened the Wizard’s black bag, which he had carried away in his

flight. He was curious to see what the Wizard’s magic tools looked

like, and hoped he could use some of them and so secure more power;

but after he had taken the articles, one by one, from the bag, he had

to admit they were puzzles to him. For, unless he understood their

uses, they were of no value whatever. Kiki Aru, the Hyup boy, was no

wizard or magician at all, and could do nothing unusual except to use

the Magic Word he had stolen from his father on Mount Munch. So he

hung the Wizard’s black bag on a branch of the tree and then climbed

down to the lower limbs that he might see what the victims of his

transformations were doing.

They were all on top of the flat rock, talking together in tones so

low that Kiki could not hear what they said.

“This is certainly a misfortune,” remarked the Wizard in the Fox’s

form, “but our transformations are a sort of enchantment which is very

easy to break-when you know how and have the tools to do it with.

The tools are in my Black Bag; but where is the Bag?”

No one knew that, for none had seen Kiki Aru fly away with it.

“Let’s look and see if we can find it,” suggested Dorothy the Lamb.

So they left the rock, and all of them searched the clearning high

and low without finding the Bag of Magic Tools. The Goose searched as

earnestly as the others, for if he could discover it, he meant to hide

it where the Wizard could never find it, because if the Wizard changed

him back to his proper form, along with the others, he would then be

recognized as Ruggedo the Nome, and they would send him out of the

Land of Oz and so ruin all his hopes of conquest.

Ruggedo was not really sorry, now that he thought about it, that

Kiki had transformed all these Oz folks. The forest beasts, it was

true, had been so frightened that they would now never consent to be

transformed into men, but Kiki could transform them against their

will, and once they were all in human forms, it would not be

impossible to induce them to conquer the Oz people.

So all was not lost, thought the old Nome, and the best thing for

him to do was to rejoin the Hyup boy who had the secret of the

transformations. So, having made sure the Wizard’s black bag was not

in the clearing, the Goose wandered away through the trees when the

others were not looking, and when out of their hearing, he began

calling, “Kiki Aru! Kiki Aru! Quack-quack! Kiki Aru!”

The Boy and the Woman, the Fox, the Lamb, and the Rabbit, not being able

to find the bag, went back to the rock, all feeling exceedingly strange.

“Where’s the Goose?” asked the Wizard.

“He must have run away,” replied Dorothy. “I wonder who he was?”

“I think,” said Gugu the King, who was the fat Woman, “that the

Goose was the stranger who proposed that we make war upon the Oz

people. If so, his transformation was merely a trick to deceive us,

and he has now gone to join his comrade, that wicked Li-Mon-Eag who

obeyed all his commands.”

“What shall we do now?” asked Dorothy. “Shall we go back to the

Emerald City, as we are, and then visit Glinda the Good and ask her to

break the enchantments?”

“I think so,” replied the Wizard Fox. “And we can take Gugu the

King with us, and have Glinda restore him to his natural shape. But I

hate to leave my Bag of Magic Tools behind me, for without it I shall

lose much of my power as a Wizard. Also, if I go back to the Emerald

City in the shape of a Fox, the Oz people will think I’m a poor Wizard

and will lose their respect for me.”

“Let us make still another search for your tools,” suggested the

Cowardly Lion, “and then, if we fail to find the Black Bag anywhere in

this forest, we must go back home as we are.”

“Why did you come here, anyway?” inquired Gugu.

“We wanted to borrow a dozen monkeys, to use on Ozma’s birthday,”

explained the Wizard. “We were going to make them small, and train

them to do tricks, and put them inside Ozma’s birthday cake.”

“Well,” said the Forest King, “you would have to get the consent of

Rango the Gray Ape, to do that. He commands all the tribes of monkeys.”

“I’m afraid it’s too late, now,” said Dorothy, regretfully. “It was

a splendid plan, but we’ve got troubles of our own, and I don’t like

being a lamb at all.”

“You’re nice and fuzzy,” said the Cowardly Lion.

“That’s nothing,” declared Dorothy. “I’ve never been ‘specially

proud of myself, but I’d rather be the way I was born than anything

else in the whole world.”

The Glass Cat, although it had some disagreeable ways and manners,

nevertheless realized that Trot and Cap’n Bill were its friends and so

was quite disturbed at the fix it had gotten them into by leading them

to the Isle of the Magic Flower. The ruby heart of the Glass Cat was

cold and hard, but still it was a heart, and to have a heart of any

sort is to have some consideration for others. But the queer

transparent creature didn’t want Trot and Cap’n Bill to know it was

sorry for them, and therefore it moved very slowly until it had

crossed the river and was out of sight among the trees of the forest.

Then it headed straight toward the Emerald City, and trotted so fast

that it was like a crystal streak crossing the valleys and plains.

Being glass, the cat was tireless, and with no reason to delay its

journey, it reached Ozma’s palace in wonderfully quick time.

“Where’s the Wizard?” it asked the Pink Kitten, which was curled up

in the sunshine on the lowest step of the palace entrance.

“Don’t bother me,” lazily answered the Pink Kitten, whose name was Eureka.

“I must find the Wizard at once!” said the Glass Cat.

“Then find him,” advised Eureka, and went to sleep again.

The Glass Cat darted up the stairway and came upon Toto, Dorothy’s

little black dog.

“Where’s the Wizard?” asked the Cat.

“Gone on a journey with Dorothy,” replied Toto.

“When did they go, and where have they gone?” demanded the Cat.

“They went yesterday, and I heard them say they would go to the

Great Forest in the Munchkin Country.”

“Dear me,” said the Glass Cat; “that is a long journey.”

“But they rode on the Hungry Tiger and the Cowardly Lion,” explained

Toto, “and the Wizard carried his Black Bag of Magic Tools.”

The Glass Cat knew the Great Forest of Gugu well, for it had

traveled through this forest many times in its journeys through the

Land of Oz. And it reflected that the Forest of Gugu was nearer to

the Isle of the Magic Flower than the Emerald City was, and so, if it

could manage to find the Wizard, it could lead him across the Gillikin

Country to where Trot and Cap’n Bill were prisoned. It was a wild

country and little traveled, but the Glass Cat knew every path. So

very little time need be lost, after all.

Without stopping to ask any more questions the Cat darted out of the

palace and away from the Emerald City, taking the most direct route to

the Forest of Gugu. Again the creature flashed through the country

like a streak of light, and it would surprise you to know how quickly

it reached the edge of the Great Forest.

There were no monkey guards among the trees to cry out a warning,

and this was so unusual that it astonished the Glass Cat. Going

farther into the forest it presently came upon a wolf, which at first

bounded away in terror. But then, seeing it was only a Glass Cat, the

Wolf stopped, and the Cat could see it was trembling, as if from a

terrible fright.

“What’s the matter?” asked the Cat.

“A dreadful Magician has come among us!” exclaimed the Wolf, “and

he’s changing the forms of all the beasts-quick as a wink-and making

them all his slaves.”

The Glass Cat smiled and said:

“Why, that’s only the Wizard of Oz. He may be having some fun with

you forest people, but the Wizard wouldn’t hurt a beast for anything.”

“I don’t mean the Wizard,” explained the Wolf. “And if the Wizard

of Oz is that funny little man who rode a great Tiger into the

clearing, he’s been transformed himself by the terrible Magician.”

“The Wizard transformed? Why, that’s impossible,” declared the

Glass Cat.

“No; it isn’t. I saw him with my own eyes, changed into the form of

a Fox, and the girl who was with him was changed to a woolly Lamb.”

The Glass Cat was indeed surprised.

“When did that happen?” it asked.

“Just a little while ago in the clearing. All the animals had met

there, but they ran away when the Magician began his transformations,

and I’m thankful I escaped with my natural shape. But I’m still

afraid, and I’m going somewhere to hide.”

With this the Wolf ran on, and the Glass Cat, which knew where the

big clearing was, went toward it. But now it walked more slowly, and

its pink brains rolled and tumbled around at a great rate because it

was thinking over the amazing news the Wolf had told it.

When the Glass Cat reached the clearing, it saw a Fox, a Lamb, a

Rabbit, a Munchkin boy and a fat Gillikin woman, all wandering around

in an aimless sort of way, for they were again searching for the Black

Bag of Magic Tools.

The Cat watched them a moment and then it walked slowly into the

open space. At once the Lamb ran toward it, crying:

“Oh, Wizard, here’s the Glass Cat!”

“Where, Dorothy?” asked the Fox.


The Boy and the Woman and the Rabbit now joined the Fox and the

Lamb, and they all stood before the Glass Cat and speaking together,

almost like a chorus, asked: “Have you seen the Black Bag?”

“Often,” replied the Glass Cat, “but not lately.”

“It’s lost,” said the Fox, “and we must find it.”

“Are you the Wizard?” asked the Cat.


“And who are these others?”

“I’m Dorothy,” said the Lamb.

“I’m the Cowardly Lion,” said the Munchkin boy.

“I’m the Hungry Tiger,” said the Rabbit.

“I’m Gugu, King of the Forest,” said the fat Woman.

The Glass Cat sat on its hind legs and began to laugh. “My, what a

funny lot!” exclaimed the Creature. “Who played this joke on you?”

“It’s no joke at all,” declared the Wizard. “It was a cruel, wicked

transformation, and the Magician that did it has the head of a lion,

the body of a monkey, the wings of an eagle and a round ball on the

end of his tail.”

The Glass Cat laughed again. “That Magician must look funnier than

you do,” it said. “Where is he now?”

“Somewhere in the forest,” said the Cowardly Lion. “He just jumped

into that tall maple tree over there, for he can climb like a monkey

and fly like an eagle, and then he disappeared in the forest.”

“And there was another Magician, just like him, who was his friend,”

added Dorothy, “but they probably quarreled, for the wickedest one

changed his friend into the form of a Goose.”

“What became of the Goose?” asked the Cat, looking around.

“He must have gone away to find his friend,” answered Gugu the King.

“But a Goose can’t travel very fast, so we could easily find him if we

wanted to.”

“The worst thing of all,” said the Wizard, “is that my Black Bag is

lost. It disappeared when I was transformed. If I could find it I

could easily break these enchantments by means of my magic, and we

would resume our own forms again. Will you help us search for the

Black Bag, Friend Cat?”

“Of course,” replied the Glass Cat. “But I expect the strange

Magician carried it away with him. If he’s a magician, he knows you

need that Bag, and perhaps he’s afraid of your magic. So he’s

probably taken the Bag with him, and you won’t see it again unless you

find the Magician.”

“That sounds reasonable,” remarked the Lamb, which was Dorothy.

“Those pink brains of yours seem to be working pretty well to-day.”

“If the Glass Cat is right,” said the Wizard in a solemn voice,

“there’s more trouble ahead of us. That Magician is dangerous, and if

we go near him he may transform us into shapes not as nice as these.”

“I don’t see how we could be any WORSE off,” growled Gugu, who was

indignant because he was forced to appear in the form of a fat woman.

“Anyway,” said the Cowardly Lion, “our best plan is to find the

Magician and try to get the Black Bag from him. We may manage to

steal it, or perhaps we can argue him into giving it to us.”

“Why not find the Goose, first?” asked Dorothy. “The Goose will be

angry at the Magician, and he may be able to help us.”

“That isn’t a bad idea,” returned the Wizard. “Come on, Friends;

let’s find that Goose. We will separate and search in different

directions, and the first to find the Goose must bring him here, where

we will all meet again in an hour.”




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Letícia Thompson




Sans réfléchir,

Sans indécisions et sans peur.

Apporte-moi des fleurs,

Offre-moi des étoiles

Que tu cueilliras spécialement pour moi!



Cours le monde,

Invente une chanson,

Écris-moi des verses

Qui parlent de passion.

Rigole avec moi,

Fais-moi rire,

Touche-moi sans me toucher.





Parle-moi de toi,

De ta vie.

Regarde-moi dans les yeux

Fais-moi sentir

Un être spécial.



Parle-moi d'amour

Et de paradis.

Viens avec des baisers,

Des bougies et du vin rouge,

Si nécessaire...

Prends-moi dans tes bras

Et je te le jure

Que si tu viens ainsi

Je ne saurai pas te résister...




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14. The Wizard Learns the Magic Word

Now, the Goose was the transformation of old Ruggedo, who was at one

time King of the Nomes, and he was even more angry at Kiki Aru than

were the others who shapes had been changed. The Nome detested

anything in the way of a bird, because birds lay eggs and eggs are

feared by all the Nomes more than anything else in the world. A goose

is a foolish bird, too, and Ruggedo was dreadfully ashamed of the

shape he was forced to wear. And it would make him shudder to reflect

that the Goose might lay an egg!

So the Nome was afraid of himself and afraid of everything around

him. If an egg touched him he could then be destroyed, and almost any

animal he met in the forest might easily conquer him. And that would

be the end of old Ruggedo the Nome.

Aside from these fears, however, he was filled with anger against

Kiki, whom he had meant to trap by cleverly stealing from him the

Magic Word. The boy must have been crazy to spoil everything the way

he did, but Ruggedo knew that the arrival of the Wizard had scared

Kiki, and he was not sorry the boy had transformed the Wizard and

Dorothy and made them helpless. It was his own transformation that

annoyed him and made him indignant, so he ran about the forest hunting

for Kiki, so that he might get a better shape and coax the boy to

follow his plans to conquer the Land of Oz.

Kiki Aru hadn’t gone very far away, for he had surprised himself as

well as the others by the quick transformations and was puzzled as to

what to do next. Ruggedo the Nome was overbearing and tricky, and

Kiki knew he was not to be depended on; but the Nome could plan and

plot, which the Hyup boy was not wise enough to do, and so, when he

looked down through the branches of a tree and saw a Goose waddling

along below and heard it cry out, “Kiki Aru! Quack-quack! Kiki

Aru!” the boy answered in a low voice, “Here I am,” and swung himself

down to the lowest limb of the tree.

The Goose looked up and saw him.

“You’ve bungled things in a dreadful way!” exclaimed the Goose.

“Why did you do it?”

“Because I wanted to,” answered Kiki. “You acted as if I was your

slave, and I wanted to show these forest people that I am more

powerful than you.”

The Goose hissed softly, but Kiki did not hear that.

Old Ruggedo quickly recovered his wits and muttered to himself:

“This boy is the goose, although it is I who wear the goose’s shape.

I will be gentle with him now, and fierce with him when I have him in

my power.” Then he said aloud to Kiki:

“Well, hereafter I will be content to acknowledge you the master.

You bungled things, as I said, but we can still conquer Oz.”

“How?” asked the boy.

“First give me back the shape of the Li-Mon-Eag, and then we can

talk together more conveniently,” suggested the Nome.

“Wait a moment, then,” said Kiki, and climbed higher up the tree.

There he whispered the Magic Word and the Goose became a Li-Mon-Eag,

as he had been before.

“Good!” said the Nome, well pleased, as Kiki joined him by dropping

down from the tree. “Now let us find a quiet place where we can talk

without being overheard by the beasts.”

So the two started away and crossed the forest until they came to a

place where the trees were not so tall nor so close together, and

among these scattered trees was another clearing, not so large as the

first one, where the meeting of the beasts had been held. Standing on

the edge of this clearing and looking across it, they saw the trees on

the farther side full of monkeys, who were chattering together at a

great rate of the sights they had witnessed at the meeting.

The old Nome whispered to Kiki not to enter the clearing or allow

the monkeys to see them.

“Why not?” asked the boy, drawing back.

“Because those monkeys are to be our army-the army which will

conquer Oz,” said the Nome. “Sit down here with me, Kiki, and keep

quiet, and I will explain to you my plan.”

Now, neither Kiki Aru nor Ruggedo had noticed that a sly Fox had

followed them all the way from the tree where the Goose had been

transformed to the Li-Mon-Eag. Indeed, this Fox, who was none other

than the Wizard of Oz, had witnessed the transformation of the Goose

and now decided he would keep watch on the conspirators and see what

they would do next.

A Fox can move through a forest very softly, without making any

noise, and so the Wizard’s enemies did not suspect his presence. But

when they sat down by the edge of the clearing, to talk, with their

backs toward him, the Wizard did not know whether to risk being seen,

by creeping closer to hear what they said, or whether it would be

better for him to hide himself until they moved on again.

While he considered this question he discovered near him a great

tree which had a hollow trunk, and there was a round hole in this

tree, about three feet above the ground. The Wizard Fox decided it

would be safer for him to hide inside the hollow tree, so he sprang

into the hole and crouched down in the hollow, so that his eyes just

came to the edge of the hole by which he had entered, and from here he

watched the forms of the two Li-Mon-Eags.

“This is my plan,” said the Nome to Kiki, speaking so low that the

Wizard could only hear the rumble of his voice. “Since you can

transform anything into any form you wish, we will transform these

monkeys into an army, and with that army we will conquer the Oz people.”

“The monkeys won’t make much of an army,” objected Kiki.

“We need a great army, but not a numerous one,” responded the Nome.

“You will transform each monkey into a giant man, dressed in a fine

uniform and armed with a sharp sword. There are fifty monkeys over

there and fifty giants would make as big an army as we need.”

“What will they do with the swords?” asked Kiki. “Nothing can kill

the Oz people.”

“True,” said Ruggedo. “The Oz people cannot be killed, but they can

be cut into small pieces, and while every piece will still be alive,

we can scatter the pieces around so that they will be quite helpless.

Therefore, the Oz people will be afraid of the swords of our army, and

we will conquer them with ease.”

“That seems like a good idea,” replied the boy, approvingly. “And

in such a case, we need not bother with the other beasts of the forest.”

“No; you have frightened the beasts, and they would no longer

consent to assist us in conquering Oz. But those monkeys are foolish

creatures, and once they are transformed to Giants, they will do just

as we say and obey our commands. Can you transform them all at once?”

“No, I must take one at a time,” said Kiki. “But the fifty

transformations can be made in an hour or so. Stay here, Ruggedo, and

I will change the first monkey-that one at the left, on the end of

the limb-into a Giant with a sword.”

“Where are you going?” asked the Nome.

“I must not speak the Magic Word in the presence of another person,”

declared Kiki, who was determined not to allow his treacherous

companion to learn his secret, “so I will go where you cannot hear me.”

Ruggedo the Nome was disappointed, but he hoped still to catch the

boy unawares and surprise the Magic Word. So he merely nodded his

lion head, and Kiki got up and went back into the forest a short

distance. Here he spied a hollow tree, and by chance it was the same

hollow tree in which the Wizard of Oz, now in the form of a Fox, had

hidden himself.

As Kiki ran up to the tree the Fox ducked its head, so that it was

out of sight in the dark hollow beneath the hole, and then Kiki put

his face into the hole and whispered: “I want that monkey on the

branch at the left to become a Giant man fifty feet tall, dressed in a

uniform and with a sharp sword-Pyrzqxgl!”

Then he ran back to Ruggedo, but the Wizard Fox had heard quite

plainly every word that he had said.

The monkey was instantly transformed into the Giant, and the Giant

was so big that as he stood on the ground his head was higher than the

trees of the forest. The monkeys raised a great chatter but did not

seem to understand that the Giant was one of themselves.

“Good!” cried the Nome. “Hurry, Kiki, and transform the others.”

So Kiki rushed back to the tree and putting his face to the

hollow, whispered:

“I want the next monkey to be just like the first-Pyrzqxgl!”

Again the Wizard Fox heard the Magic Word, and just how it was

pronounced. But he sat still in the hollow and waited to hear it again,

so it would be impressed on his mind and he would not forget it.

Kiki kept running to the edge of the forest and back to the hollow

tree again until he had whispered the Magic Word six times and six

monkeys had been changed to six great Giants. Then the Wizard decided

he would make an experiment and use the Magic Word himself. So, while

Kiki was running back to the Nome, the Fox stuck his head out of the

hollow and said softly: “I want that creature who is running to become

a hickory-nut-Pyrzqxgl!”

Instantly the Li-Mon-Eag form of Kiki Aru the Hyup disappeared and a

small hickory-nut rolled upon the ground a moment and then lay still.

The Wizard was delighted, and leaped from the hollow just as Ruggedo

looked around to see what had become of Kiki. The Nome saw the Fox

but no Kiki, so he hastily rose to his feet. The Wizard did not know

how powerful the queer beast might be, so he resolved to take no chances.

“I want this creature to become a walnut-Pyrzqxgl!” he said aloud.

But he did not pronounce the Magic Word in quite the right way, and

Ruggedo’s form did not change. But the Nome knew at once that

“Pyrzqxgl!” was the Magic Word, so he rushed at the Fox and cried:

“I want you to become a Goose-Pyrzqxgl!”

But the Nome did not pronounce the word aright, either, having never

heard it spoken but once before, and then with a wrong accent. So the

Fox was not transformed, but it had to run away to escape being caught

by the angry Nome.

Ruggedo now began pronouncing the Magic Word in every way he could

think of, hoping to hit the right one, and the Fox, hiding in a bush,

was somewhat troubled by the fear that he might succeed. However, the

Wizard, who was used to magic arts, remained calm and soon remembered

exactly how Kiki Aru had pronounced the word. So he repeated the sentence

he had before uttered and Ruggedo the Nome became an ordinary walnut.

The Wizard now crept out from the bush and said: “I want my own form


Instantly he was the Wizard of Oz, and after picking up the

hickory-nut and the walnut, and carefully placing them in his pocket,

he ran back to the big clearing.

Dorothy the Lamb uttered a bleat of delight when she saw her old friend

restored to his natural shape. The others were all there, not having

found the Goose. The fat Gillikin woman, the Munchkin boy, the Rabbit

and the Glass Cat crowded around the Wizard and asked what had happened.

Before he explained anything of his adventure, he transformed them

all-except, of course, the Glass Cat-into their natural shapes, and

when their joy permitted them to quiet somewhat, he told how he had by

chance surprised the Magician’s secret and been able to change the two

Li-Mon-Eags into shapes that could not speak, and therefore would be

unable to help themselves. And the little Wizard showed his

astonished friends the hickory-nut and the walnut to prove that he had

spoken the truth.

“But-see here!”-exclaimed Dorothy. “What has become of those

Giant Soldiers who used to be monkeys?”

“I forgot all about them!” admitted the Wizard; “but I suppose they

are still standing there in the forest.”



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15. The Lonesome Duck

Trot and Cap’n Bill stood before the Magic Flower, actually rooted

to the spot.

“Aren’t you hungry, Cap’n?” asked the little girl, with a long sigh,

for she had been standing there for hours and hours.

“Well,” replied the sailor-man, “I ain’t sayin’ as I couldn’t EAT,

Trot-if a dinner was handy-but I guess old folks don’t get as hungry

as young folks do.”

“I’m not sure ‘bout that, Cap’n Bill,” she said thoughtfully. “Age

MIGHT make a diff’rence, but seems to me SIZE would make a bigger

diff’rence. Seeing you’re twice as big as me, you ought to be twice

as hungry.”

“I hope I am,” he rejoined, “for I can stand it a while longer. I

do hope the Glass Cat will hurry, and I hope the Wizard won’t waste

time a-comin’ to us.”

Trot sighed again and watched the wonderful Magic Flower, because

there was nothing else to do. Just now a lovely group of pink peonies

budded and bloomed, but soon they faded away, and a mass of deep blue

lilies took their place. Then some yellow chrysanthemums blossomed on

the plant, and when they had opened all their petals and reached

perfection, they gave way to a lot of white floral balls spotted with

crimson-a flower Trot had never seen before.

“But I get awful tired watchin’ flowers an’ flowers an’ flowers,”

she said impatiently.

“They’re might pretty,” observed Cap’n Bill.

“I know; and if a person could come and look at the Magic Flower

just when she felt like it, it would be a fine thing, but to HAVE TO

stand and watch it, whether you want to or not, isn’t so much fun. I wish,

Cap’n Bill, the thing would grow fruit for a while instead of flowers.”

Scarcely had she spoken when the white balls with crimson spots

faded away and a lot of beautiful ripe peaches took their place. With

a cry of mingled surprise and delight Trot reached out and plucked a

peach from the bush and began to eat it, finding it delicious. Cap’n

Bill was somewhat dazed at the girl’s wish being granted so quickly,

so before he could pick a peach they had faded away and bananas took

their place. “Grab one, Cap’n!” exclaimed Trot, and even while eating the

peach she seized a banana with her other hand and tore it from the bush.

The old sailor was still bewildered. He put out a hand indeed, but he was

too late, for now the bananas disappeared and lemons took their place.

“Pshaw!” cried Trot. “You can’t eat those things; but watch out,

Cap’n, for something else.”

Cocoanuts next appeared, but Cap’n Bill shook his head.

“Ca’n’t crack ‘em,” he remarked, “‘cause we haven’t anything handy to

smash ‘em with.”

“Well, take one, anyhow,” advised Trot; but the cocoanuts were gone

now, and a deep, purple, pear-shaped fruit which was unknown to them

took their place. Again Cap’n Bill hesitated, and Trot said to him:

“You ought to have captured a peach and a banana, as I did. If

you’re not careful, Cap’n, you’ll miss all your chances. Here, I’ll

divide my banana with you.”

Even as she spoke, the Magic Plant was covered with big red apples,

growing on every branch, and Cap’n Bill hesitated no longer. He

grabbed with both hands and picked two apples, while Trot had only

time to secure one before they were gone.

“It’s curious,” remarked the sailor, munching his apple, “how these

fruits keep good when you’ve picked ‘em, but dis’pear inter thin air if

they’re left on the bush.”

“The whole thing is curious,” declared the girl, “and it couldn’t

exist in any country but this, where magic is so common. Those are

limes. Don’t pick ‘em, for they’d pucker up your mouth and-Ooo! here

come plums!” and she tucked her apple in her apron pocket and captured

three plums-each one almost as big as an egg-before they disappeared.

Cap’n Bill got some too, but both were too hungry to fast any longer,

so they began eating their apples and plums and let the magic bush

bear all sorts of fruits, one after another. The Cap’n stopped once

to pick a fine cantaloupe, which he held under his arm, and Trot,

having finished her plums, got a handful of cherries and an orange;

but when almost every sort of fruit had appeared on the bush, the crop

ceased and only flowers, as before, bloomed upon it.

“I wonder why it changed back,” mused Trot, who was not worried

because she had enough fruit to satisfy her hunger.

“Well, you only wished it would bear fruit ‘for a while,’” said the

sailor, “and it did. P’raps if you’d said ‘forever,’ Trot, it would

have always been fruit.”

“But why should MY wish be obeyed?” asked the girl. “I’m not a

fairy or a wizard or any kind of a magic-maker.”

“I guess,” replied Cap’n Bill, “that this little island is a magic

island, and any folks on it can tell the bush what to produce, an’

it’ll produce it.”

“Do you think I could wish for anything else, Cap’n and get it?” she

inquired anxiously.

“What are you thinkin’ of, Trot?”

“I’m thinking of wishing that these roots on our feet would

disappear, and let us free.”

“Try it, Trot.”

So she tried it, and the wish had no effect whatever.

“Try it yourself, Cap’n,” she suggested.

Then Cap’n Bill made the wish to be free, with no better result.

“No,” said he, “it’s no use; the wishes only affect the Magic Plant;

but I’m glad we can make it bear fruit, ‘cause now we know we won’t

starve before the Wizard gets to us.”

“But I’m gett’n’ tired standing here so long,” complained the girl.

“If I could only lift one foot, and rest it, I’d feel better.”

“Same with me, Trot. I’ve noticed that if you’ve got to do a thing,

and can’t help yourself, it gets to be a hardship mighty quick.”

“Folks that can raise their feet don’t appreciate what a blessing it

is,” said Trot thoughtfully. “I never knew before what fun it is to

raise one foot, an’ then another, any time you feel like it.”

“There’s lots o’ things folks don’t ‘preciate,” replied the

sailor-man. “If somethin’ would ‘most stop your breath, you’d think

breathin’ easy was the finest thing in life. When a person’s well, he

don’t realize how jolly it is, but when he gets sick he ‘members the

time he was well, an’ wishes that time would come back. Most folks

forget to thank God for givin’ ‘em two good legs, till they lose one o’

‘em, like I did; and then it’s too late, ‘cept to praise God for

leavin’ one.”

“Your wooden leg ain’t so bad, Cap’n,” she remarked, looking at it

critically. “Anyhow, it don’t take root on a Magic Island, like our

meat legs do.”

“I ain’t complainin’,” said Cap’n Bill. “What’s that swimmin’

towards us, Trot?” he added, looking over the Magic Flower and across

the water.

The girl looked, too, and then she replied.

“It’s a bird of some sort. It’s like a duck, only I never saw a

duck have so many colors.”

The bird swam swiftly and gracefully toward the Magic Isle, and as

it drew nearer its gorgeously colored plumage astonished them. The

feathers were of many hues of glistening greens and blues and purples,

and it had a yellow head with a red plume, and pink, white and violet

in its tail. When it reached the Isle, it came ashore and approached

them, waddling slowly and turning its head first to one side and then

to the other, so as to see the girl and the sailor better.

“You’re strangers,” said the bird, coming to a halt near them, “and

you’ve been caught by the Magic Isle and made prisoners.”

“Yes,” returned Trot, with a sigh; “we’re rooted. But I hope we

won’t grow.”

“You’ll grow small,” said the Bird. “You’ll keep growing smaller

every day, until bye and bye there’ll be nothing left of you. That’s

the usual way, on this Magic Isle.”

“How do you know about it, and who are you, anyhow?” asked Cap’n Bill.

“I’m the Lonesome Duck,” replied the bird. “I suppose you’ve heard

of me?”

“No,” said Trot, “I can’t say I have. What makes you lonesome?”

“Why, I haven’t any family or any relations,” returned the Duck.

“Haven’t you any friends?”

“Not a friend. And I’ve nothing to do. I’ve lived a long time, and

I’ve got to live forever, because I belong in the Land of Oz, where no

living thing dies. Think of existing year after year, with no

friends, no family, and nothing to do! Can you wonder I’m lonesome?”

“Why don’t you make a few friends, and find something to do?”

inquired Cap’n Bill.

“I can’t make friends because everyone I meet-bird, beast, or

person-is disagreeable to me. In a few minutes I shall be unable to

bear your society longer, and then I’ll go away and leave you,” said

the Lonesome Duck. “And, as for doing anything, there’s no use in it.

All I meet are doing something, so I have decided it’s common and

uninteresting and I prefer to remain lonesome.”

“Don’t you have to hunt for your food?” asked Trot.

“No. In my diamond palace, a little way up the river, food is

magically supplied me; but I seldom eat, because it is so common.”

“You must be a Magician Duck,” remarked Cap’n Bill.

“Why so?”

“Well, ordinary ducks don’t have diamond palaces an’ magic food,

like you do.”

“True; and that’s another reason why I’m lonesome. You must

remember I’m the only Duck in the Land of Oz, and I’m not like any

other duck in the outside world.”

“Seems to me you LIKE bein’ lonesome,” observed Cap’n Bill.

“I can’t say I like it, exactly,” replied the Duck, “but since it

seems to be my fate, I’m rather proud of it.”

“How do you s’pose a single, solitary Duck happened to be in the

Land of Oz?” asked Trot, wonderingly.

“I used to know the reason, many years ago, but I’ve quite forgotten

it,” declared the Duck. “The reason for a thing is never so important

as the thing itself, so there’s no use remembering anything but the

fact that I’m lonesome.”

“I guess you’d be happier if you tried to do something,” asserted

Trot. “If you can’t do anything for yourself, you can do things for

others, and then you’d get lots of friends and stop being lonesome.”

“Now you’re getting disagreeable,” said the Lonesome Duck, “and I

shall have to go and leave you.”

“Can’t you help us any,” pleaded the girl. “If there’s anything

magic about you, you might get us out of this scrape.”

“I haven’t any magic strong enough to get you off the Magic Isle,”

replied the Lonesome Duck. “What magic I possess is very simple, but

I find it enough for my own needs.”

“If we could only sit down a while, we could stand it better,” said

Trot, “but we have nothing to sit on.”

“Then you will have to stand it,” said the Lonesome Duck.

“P’raps you’ve enough magic to give us a couple of stools,”

suggested Cap’n Bill.

“A duck isn’t supposed to know what stools are,” was the reply.

“But you’re diff’rent from all other ducks.”

“That is true.” The strange creature seemed to reflect for a

moment, looking at them sharply from its round black eyes. Then it

said: “Sometimes, when the sun is hot, I grow a toadstool to shelter

me from its rays. Perhaps you could sit on toadstools.”

“Well, if they were strong enough, they’d do,” answered Cap’n Bill.

“Then, before I do I’ll give you a couple,” said the Lonesome Duck,

and began waddling about in a small circle. It went around the circle

to the right three times, and then it went around to the left three

times. Then it hopped backward three times and forward three times.

“What are you doing?” asked Trot.

“Don’t interrupt. This is an incantation,” replied the Lonesome

Duck, but now it began making a succession of soft noises that sounded

like quacks and seemed to mean nothing at all. And it kept up these

sounds so long that Trot finally exclaimed:

“Can’t you hurry up and finish that ‘cantation? If it takes all

summer to make a couple of toadstools, you’re not much of a magician.”

“I told you not to interrupt,” said the Lonesome Duck, sternly.

“If you get TOO disagreeable, you’ll drive me away before I finish

this incantation.”

Trot kept quiet, after the rebuke, and the Duck resumed the quacky

muttering. Cap’n Bill chuckled a little to himself and remarked to

Trot in a whisper: “For a bird that ain’t got anything to do, this

Lonesome Duck is makin’ consider’ble fuss. An’ I ain’t sure, after

all, as toadstools would be worth sittin’ on.”

Even as he spoke, the sailor-man felt something touch him from

behind and, turning his head, he found a big toadstool in just the

right place and of just the right size to sit upon. There was one

behind Trot, too, and with a cry of pleasure the little girl sank back

upon it and found it a very comfortable seat-solid, yet almost like a

cushion. Even Cap’n Bill’s weight did not break his toadstool down,

and when both were seated, they found that the Lonesome Duck had

waddled away and was now at the water’s edge.

“Thank you, ever so much!” cried Trot, and the sailor called out:

“Much obliged!”

But the Lonesome Duck paid no attention. Without even looking in

their direction again, the gaudy fowl entered the water and swam

gracefully away.




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16. The Glass Cat Finds the Black Bag

When the six monkeys were transformed by Kiki Aru into six giant

soldiers fifty feet tall, their heads came above the top of the

trees, which in this part of the forest were not so high as in some

other parts; and, although the trees were somewhat scattered, the

bodies of the giant soldiers were so big that they quite filled the

spaces in which they stood and the branches pressed them on every side.

Of course, Kiki was foolish to have made his soldiers so big, for

now they could not get out of the forest. Indeed, they could not stir

a step, but were imprisoned by the trees. Even had they been in the

little clearing they could not have made their way out of it, but they

were a little beyond the clearing. At first, the other monkeys who

had not been enchanted were afraid of the soldiers, and hastily

quitted the place; but soon finding that the great men stood stock

still, although grunting indignantly at their transformation, the band

of monkeys returned to the spot and looked at them curiously, not

guessing that they were really monkeys and their own friends.

The soldiers couldn’t see them, their heads being above the trees;

they could not even raise their arms or draw their sharp swords, so

closely were they held by the leafy branches. So the monkeys, finding

the giants helpless, began climbing up their bodies, and presently all

the band were perched on the shoulders of the giants and peering into

their faces.

“I’m Ebu, your father,” cried one soldier to a monkey who had

perched upon his left ear, “but some cruel person has enchanted me.”

“I’m your Uncle Peeker,” said another soldier to another monkey.

So, very soon all the monkeys knew the truth and were sorry for

their friends and relations and angry at the person-whoever it

was-who had transformed them. There was a great chattering among the

tree-tops, and the noise attracted other monkeys, so that the clearing

and all the trees around were full of them.

Rango the Gray Ape, who was the Chief of all the monkey tribes of

the forest, heard the uproar and came to see what was wrong with his

people. And Rango, being wiser and more experienced, at once knew

that the strange magician who looked like a mixed-up beast was

responsible for the transformations. He realized that the six giant

soldiers were helpless prisoners, because of their size, and knew he

was powerless to release them. So, although he feared to meet the

terrible magician, he hurried away to the Great Clearing to tell Gugu

the King what had happened and to try to find the Wizard of Oz and

get him to save his six enchanted subjects.

Rango darted into the Great Clearing just as the Wizard had restored

all the enchanted ones around him to their proper shapes, and the Gray

Ape was glad to hear that the wicked magician-beast had been conquered.

“But now, O mighty Wizard, you must come with me to where six of my

people are transformed into six great giant men,” he said, “for if

they are allowed to remain there, their happiness and their future

lives will be ruined.”

The Wizard did not reply at once, for he was thinking this a good

opportunity to win Rango’s consent to his taking some monkeys to the

Emerald City for Ozma’s birthday cake.

“It is a great thing you ask of me, O Rango the Gray Ape,” said he,

“for the bigger the giants are the more powerful their enchantment,

and the more difficult it will be to restore them to their natural

forms. However, I will think it over.”

Then the Wizard went to another part of the clearing and sat on a

log and appeared to be in deep thought.

The Glass Cat had been greatly interested in the Gray Ape’s story and

was curious to see what the giant soldiers looked like. Hearing that

their heads extended above the tree-tops, the Glass Cat decided that

if it climbed the tall avocado tree that stood at the side of the

clearing, it might be able to see the giants’ heads. So, without

mentioning her errand, the crystal creature went to the tree and, by

sticking her sharp glass claws in the bark, easily climbed the tree to

its very top and, looking over the forest, saw the six giant heads,

although they were now a long way off. It was, indeed, a remarkable

sight, for the huge heads had immense soldier caps on them, with red

and yellow plumes and looked very fierce and terrible, although the

monkey hearts of the giants were at that moment filled with fear.

Having satisfied her curiosity, the Glass Cat began to climb down

from the tree more slowly. Suddenly she discerned the Wizard’s black

bag hanging from a limb of the tree. She grasped the black bag in her

glass teeth, and although it was rather heavy for so small an animal,

managed to get it free and to carry it safely down to the ground.

Then she looked around for the Wizard and seeing him seated upon the

stump she hid the black bag among some leaves and then went over to

where the Wizard sat.

“I forgot to tell you,” said the Glass Cat, “that Trot and Cap’n

Bill are in trouble, and I came here to hunt you up and get you to go

and rescue them.”

“Good gracious, Cat! Why didn’t you tell me before?” exclaimed the Wizard.

“For the reason that I found so much excitement here that I forgot

Trot and Cap’n Bill.”

“What’s wrong with them?” asked the Wizard.

Then the Glass Cat explained how they had gone to get the Magic

Flower for Ozma’s birthday gift and had been trapped by the magic of

the queer island. The Wizard was really alarmed, but he shook his

head and said sadly:

“I’m afraid I can’t help my dear friends, because I’ve lost my black bag.”

“If I find it, will you go to them?” asked the creature.

“Of course,” replied the Wizard. “But I do not think that a Glass

Cat with nothing but pink brains can succeed when all the rest of us

have failed.”

“Don’t you admire my pink brains?” demanded the Cat.

“They’re pretty,” admitted the Wizard, “but they’re not regular

brains, you know, and so we don’t expect them to amount to much.”

“But if I find your black bag-and find it inside of five

minutes-will you admit my pink brains are better than your common

human brains?”

“Well, I’ll admit they’re better HUNTERS,” said the Wizard,

reluctantly, “but you can’t do it. We’ve searched everywhere, and the

black bag isn’t to be found.”

“That shows how much you know!” retorted the Glass Cat, scornfully.

“Watch my brains a minute, and see them whirl around.”

The Wizard watched, for he was anxious to regain his black bag, and

the pink brains really did whirl around in a remarkable manner.

“Now, come with me,” commanded the Glass Cat, and led the Wizard

straight to the spot where it had covered the bag with leaves.

“According to my brains,” said the creature, “your black bag ought to

be here.”

Then it scratched at the leaves and uncovered the bag, which the

Wizard promptly seized with a cry of delight. Now that he had

regained his Magic Tools, he felt confident he could rescue Trot and

Cap’n Bill.

Rango the Gray Ape was getting impatient. He now approached the

Wizard and said:

“Well, what do you intend to do about those poor enchanted monkeys?”

“I’ll make a bargain with you, Rango,” replied the little man. “If

you will let me take a dozen of your monkeys to the Emerald City, and

keep them until after Ozma’s birthday, I’ll break the enchantment of

the six Giant Soldiers and return them to their natural forms.”

But the Gray Ape shook his head.

“I can’t do it,” he declared. “The monkeys would be very lonesome

and unhappy in the Emerald City and your people would tease them and

throw stones at them, which would cause them to fight and bite.”

“The people won’t see them till Ozma’s birthday dinner,” promised

the Wizard. “I’ll make them very small-about four inches high, and

I’ll keep them in a pretty cage in my own room, where they will be

safe from harm. I’ll feed them the nicest kind of food, train them to

do some clever tricks, and on Ozma’s birthday I’ll hide the twelve

little monkeys inside a cake. When Ozma cuts the cake the monkeys

will jump out on to the table and do their tricks. The next day I

will bring them back to the forest and make them big as ever, and

they’ll have some exciting stories to tell their friends. What do you

say, Rango?”

“I say no!” answered the Gray Ape. “I won’t have my monkeys

enchanted and made to do tricks for the Oz people.”

“Very well,” said the Wizard calmly; “then I’ll go. Come, Dorothy,”

he called to the little girl, “let’s start on our journey.”

“Aren’t you going to save those six monkeys who are giant soldiers?”

asked Rango, anxiously.

“Why should I?” returned the Wizard. “If you will not do me the

favor I ask, you cannot expect me to favor you.”

“Wait a minute,” said the Gray Ape. “I’ve changed my mind. If you

will treat the twelve monkeys nicely and bring them safely back to the

forest, I’ll let you take them.”

“Thank you,” replied the Wizard, cheerfully. “We’ll go at once and

save those giant soldiers.”

So all the party left the clearing and proceeded to the place where

the giants still stood among the trees. Hundreds of monkeys, apes,

baboons and orangoutangs had gathered round, and their wild chatter

could be heard a mile away. But the Gray Ape soon hushed the babel of

sounds, and the Wizard lost no time in breaking the enchantments.

First one and then another giant soldier disappeared and became an

ordinary monkey again, and the six were shortly returned to their

friends in their proper forms.

This action made the Wizard very popular with the great army of

monkeys, and when the Gray Ape announced that the Wizard wanted to

borrow twelve monkeys to take to the Emerald City for a couple of

weeks, and asked for volunteers, nearly a hundred offered to go,

so great was their confidence in the little man who had saved

their comrades.

The Wizard selected a dozen that seemed intelligent and

good-tempered, and then he opened his black bag and took out a queerly

shaped dish that was silver on the outside and gold on the inside.

Into this dish he poured a powder and set fire to it. It made a thick

smoke that quite enveloped the twelve monkeys, as well as the form of

the Wizard, but when the smoke cleared away the dish had been changed

to a golden cage with silver bars, and the twelve monkeys had become

about three inches high and were all seated comfortably inside the cage.

The thousands of hairy animals who had witnessed this act of magic

were much astonished and applauded the Wizard by barking aloud and

shaking the limbs of the trees in which they sat. Dorothy said: “That

was a fine trick, Wizard!” and the Gray Ape remarked: “You are

certainly the most wonderful magician in all the Land of Oz!”

“Oh, no,” modestly replied the little man. “Glinda’s magic is

better than mine, but mine seems good enough to use on ordinary

occasions. And now, Rango, we will say good-bye, and I promise to

return your monkeys as happy and safe as they are now.”

The Wizard rode on the back of the Hungry Tiger and carried the cage

of monkeys very carefully, so as not to joggle them. Dorothy rode on

the back of the Cowardly Lion, and the Glass Cat trotted, as before,

to show them the way.

Gugu the King crouched upon a log and watched them go, but as he

bade them farewell, the enormous Leopard said:

“I know now that you are the friends of beasts and that the forest

people may trust you. Whenever the Wizard of Oz and Princess Dorothy

enter the Forest of Gugu hearafter, they will be as welcome and as

safe with us as ever they are in the Emerald City.”



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17. A Remarkable Journey

“You see,” explained the Glass Cat, “that Magic Isle where Trot and

Cap’n Bill are stuck is also in this Gillikin Country-over at the

east side of it, and it’s no farther to go across-lots from here than

it is from here to the Emerald City. So we’ll save time by cutting

across the mountains.”

“Are you sure you know the way?” asked Dorothy.

“I know all the Land of Oz better than any other living creature

knows it,” asserted the Glass Cat.

“Go ahead, then, and guide us,” said the Wizard. “We’ve left our

poor friends helpless too long already, and the sooner we rescue them

the happier they’ll be.”

“Are you sure you can get ‘em out of their fix?” the little girl inquired.

“I’ve no doubt of it,” the Wizard assured her. “But I can’t tell

what sort of magic I must use until I get to the place and discover

just how they are enchanted.”

“I’ve heard of that Magic Isle where the Wonderful Flower grows,”

remarked the Cowardly Lion. “Long ago, when I used to live in the

forests, the beasts told stories about the Isle and how the Magic

Flower was placed there to entrap strangers-men or beasts.”

“Is the Flower really wonderful?” questioned Dorothy.

“I have heard it is the most beautiful plant in the world,” answered

the Lion. “I have never seen it myself, but friendly beasts have told

me that they have stood on the shore of the river and looked across at

the plant in the gold flower-pot and seen hundreds of flowers, of all

sorts and sizes, blossom upon it in quick succession. It is said that

if one picks the flowers while they are in bloom they will remain

perfect for a long time, but if they are not picked they soon

disappear and are replaced by other flowers. That, in my opinion,

make the Magic Plant the most wonderful in existence.”

“But these are only stories,” said the girl. “Has any of your

friends ever picked a flower from the wonderful plant?”

“No,” admitted the Cowardly Lion, “for if any living thing ventures

upon the Magic Isle, where the golden flower-pot stands, that man or

beast takes root in the soil and cannot get away again.”

“What happens to them, then?” asked Dorothy.

“They grow smaller, hour by hour and day by day, and finally

disappear entirely.”

“Then,” said the girl anxiously, “we must hurry up, or Cap’n Bill

an’ Trot will get too small to be comf’table.”

They were proceeding at a rapid pace during this conversation, for

the Hungry Tiger and the Cowardly Lion were obliged to move swiftly in

order to keep pace with the Glass Cat. After leaving the Forest of Gugu

they crossed a mountain range, and then a broad plain, after which

they reached another forest, much smaller than that where Gugu ruled.

“The Magic Isle is in this forest,” said the Glass Cat, “but the

river is at the other side of the forest. There is no path through

the trees, but if we keep going east, we will find the river, and then

it will be easy to find the Magic Isle.”

“Have you ever traveled this way before?” inquired the Wizard.

“Not exactly,” admitted the Cat, “but I know we shall reach the

river if we go east through the forest.”

“Lead on, then,” said the Wizard.

The Glass Cat started away, and at first it was easy to pass between

the trees; but before long the underbrush and vines became thick and

tangled, and after pushing their way through these obstacles for a

time, our travelers came to a place where even the Glass Cat could not

push through.

“We’d better go back and find a path,” suggested the Hungry Tiger.

“I’m s’prised at you,” said Dorothy, eyeing the Glass Cat severely.

“I’m surprised, myself,” replied the Cat. “But it’s a long way

around the forest to where the river enters it, and I thought we could

save time by going straight through.”

“No one can blame you,” said the Wizard, “and I think, instead of

turning back, I can make a path that will allow us to proceed.”

He opened his black bag and after searching among his magic tools

drew out a small axe, made of some metal so highly polished that it

glittered brightly even in the dark forest. The Wizard laid the

little axe on the ground and said in a commanding voice:

“Chop, Little Axe, chop clean and true;

A path for our feet you must quickly hew.

Chop till this tangle of jungle is passed;

Chop to the east, Little Axe-chop fast!”

Then the little axe began to move and flashed its bright blade right

and left, clearing a way through vine and brush and scattering the

tangled barrier so quickly that the Lion and the Tiger, carrying

Dorothy and the Wizard and the cage of monkeys on their backs, were

able to stride through the forest at a fast walk. The brush seemed to

melt away before them and the little axe chopped so fast that their

eyes only saw a twinkling of the blade. Then, suddenly, the forest

was open again, and the little axe, having obeyed its orders, lay

still upon the ground.

The Wizard picked up the magic axe and after carefully wiping it

with his silk handkerchief put it away in his black bag. Then they

went on and in a short time reached the river.

“Let me see,” said the Glass Cat, looking up and down the stream, “I

think we are below the Magic Isle; so we must go up the stream until

we come to it.”

So up the stream they traveled, walking comfortably on the river

bank, and after a while the water broadened and a sharp bend appeared

in the river, hiding all below from their view. They walked briskly

along, however, and had nearly reached the bend when a voice cried

warningly: “Look out!”

The travelers halted abruptly and the Wizard said: “Look out for what?”

“You almost stepped on my Diamond Palace,” replied the voice, and a

duck with gorgeously colored feathers appeared before them. “Beasts

and men are terribly clumsy,” continued the Duck in an irritated tone,

“and you’ve no business on this side of the River, anyway. What are

you doing here?”

“We’ve come to rescue some friends of ours who are stuck fast on the

Magic Isle in this river,” explained Dorothy.

“I know ‘em,” said the Duck. “I’ve been to see ‘em, and they’re

stuck fast, all right. You may as well go back home, for no power can

save them.”

“This is the Wonderful Wizard of Oz,” said Dorothy, pointing to the

little man.

“Well, I’m the Lonesome Duck,” was the reply, as the fowl strutted

up and down to show its feathers to best advantage. “I’m the great

Forest Magician, as any beast can tell you, but even I have no power

to destroy the dreadful charm of the Magic Isle.”

“Are you lonesome because you’re a magician?” inquired Dorothy.

“No; I’m lonesome because I have no family and no friends. But I

like to be lonesome, so please don’t offer to be friendly with me. Go

away, and try not to step on my Diamond Palace.”

“Where is it?” asked the girl.

“Behind this bush.”

Dorothy hopped off the lion’s back and ran around the bush to see

the Diamond Palace of the Lonesome Duck, although the gaudy fowl

protested in a series of low quacks. The girl found, indeed, a

glistening dome formed of clearest diamonds, neatly cemented together,

with a doorway at the side just big enough to admit the duck.

“Where did you find so many diamonds?” asked Dorothy, wonderingly.

“I know a place in the mountains where they are thick as pebbles,”

said the Lonesome Duck, “and I brought them here in my bill, one by one

and put them in the river and let the water run over them until they

were brightly polished. Then I built this palace, and I’m positive

it’s the only Diamond Palace in all the world.”

“It’s the only one I know of,” said the little girl; “but if you

live in it all alone, I don’t see why it’s any better than a wooden

palace, or one of bricks or cobble-stones.”

“You’re not supposed to understand that,” retorted the Lonesome

Duck. “But I might tell you, as a matter of education, that a home of

any sort should be beautiful to those who live in it, and should not

be intended to please strangers. The Diamond Palace is my home, and I

like it. So I don’t care a quack whether YOU like it or not.”

“Oh, but I do!” exclaimed Dorothy. “It’s lovely on the outside,

but-” Then she stopped speaking, for the Lonesome Duck had entered

his palace through the little door without even saying good-bye. So

Dorothy returned to her friends and they resumed their journey.

“Do you think, Wizard, the Duck was right in saying no magic can

rescue Trot and Cap’n Bill?” asked the girl in a worried tone of voice.

“No, I don’t think the Lonesome Duck was right in saying that,”

answered the Wizard, gravely, “but it is possible that their

enchantment will be harder to overcome than I expected. I’ll do my

best, of course, and no one can do more than his best.”

That didn’t entirely relieve Dorothy’s anxiety, but she said nothing

more, and soon, on turning the bend in the river, they came in sight

of the Magic Isle.

“There they are!” exclaimed Dorothy eagerly.

“Yes, I see them,” replied the Wizard, nodding. “They are sitting

on two big toadstools.”

“That’s queer,” remarked the Glass Cat. “There were no toadstools

there when I left them.”

“What a lovely flower!” cried Dorothy in rapture, as her gaze fell

on the Magic Plant.

“Never mind the Flower, just now,” advised the Wizard. “The most

important thing is to rescue our friends.”

By this time they had arrived at a place just opposite the Magic

Isle, and now both Trot and Cap’n Bill saw the arrival of their

friends and called to them for help.

“How are you?” shouted the Wizard, putting his hands to his mouth

so they could hear him better across the water.

“We’re in hard luck,” shouted Cap’n Bill, in reply. “We’re anchored

here and can’t move till you find a way to cut the hawser.”

“What does he mean by that?” asked Dorothy.

“We can’t move our feet a bit!” called Trot, speaking as loud as she could.

“Why not?” inquired Dorothy.

“They’ve got roots on ‘em,” explained Trot.

It was hard to talk from so great a distance, so the Wizard said to

the Glass Cat:

“Go to the island and tell our friends to be patient, for we have

come to save them. It may take a little time to release them, for the

Magic of the Isle is new to me and I shall have to experiment. But

tell them I’ll hurry as fast as I can.”

So the Glass Cat walked across the river under the water to tell Trot

and Cap’n Bill not to worry, and the Wizard at once opened his black

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 18. The Magic of the Wizard

He first set up a small silver tripod and placed a gold basin at the

top of it. Into this basin he put two powders-a pink one and a

sky-blue one-and poured over them a yellow liquid from a crystal

vial. Then he mumbled some magic words, and the powders began to

sizzle and burn and send out a cloud of violet smoke that floated

across the river and completely enveloped both Trot and Cap’n Bill, as

well as the toadstools on which they sat, and even the Magic Plant in

the gold flower-pot. Then, after the smoke had disappeared into air,

the Wizard called out to the prisoners:

“Are you free?”

Both Trot and Cap’n Bill tried to move their feet and failed.

“No!” they shouted in answer.

The Wizard rubbed his bald head thoughtfully and then took some

other magic tools from the bag.

First he placed a little black ball in a silver pistol and shot it

toward the Magic Isle. The ball exploded just over the head of Trot

and scattered a thousand sparks over the little girl.

“Oh!” said the Wizard, “I guess that will set her free.”

But Trot’s feet were still rooted in the ground of the Magic Isle,

and the disappointed Wizard had to try something else.

For almost an hour he worked hard, using almost every magic tool in

his black bag, and still Cap’n Bill and Trot were not rescued.

“Dear me!” exclaimed Dorothy, “I’m ‘fraid we’ll have to go to

Glinda, after all.”

That made the little Wizard blush, for it shamed him to think that

his magic was not equal to that of the Magic Isle.

“I won’t give up yet, Dorothy,” he said, “for I know a lot of

wizardry that I haven’t yet tried. I don’t know what magician

enchanted this little island, or what his powers were, but I DO know

that I can break any enchantment known to the ordinary witches and

magicians that used to inhabit the Land of Oz. It’s like unlocking a

door; all you need is to find the right key.”

“But ‘spose you haven’t the right key with you.” suggested Dorothy;

“what then?”

“Then we’ll have to make the key,” he answered.

The Glass Cat now came back to their side of the river, walking

under the water, and said to the Wizard: “They’re getting frightened

over there on the island because they’re both growing smaller every

minute. Just now, when I left them, both Trot and Cap’n Bill were

only about half their natural sizes.”

“I think,” said the Wizard reflectively, “that I’d better go to the

shore of the island, where I can talk to them and work to better

advantage. How did Trot and Cap’n Bill get to the island?”

“On a raft,” answered the Glass Cat. “It’s over there now on the beach.”

“I suppose you’re not strong enough to bring the raft to this side,

are you?”

“No; I couldn’t move it an inch,” said the Cat.

“I’ll try to get it for you,” volunteered the Cowardly Lion. “I’m

dreadfully scared for fear the Magic Isle will capture me, too; but

I’ll try to get the raft and bring it to this side for you.”

“Thank you, my friend,” said the Wizard.

So the Lion plunged into the river and swam with powerful strokes

across to where the raft was beached upon the island. Placing one paw

on the raft, he turned and struck out with his other three legs and so

strong was the great beast that he managed to drag the raft from off the

beach and propel it slowly to where the Wizard stood on the river bank.

“Good!” exclaimed the little man, well pleased.

“May I go across with you?” asked Dorothy.

The Wizard hesitated.

“If you’ll take care not to leave the raft or step foot on the

island, you’ll be quite safe,” he decided. So the Wizard told the

Hungry Tiger and the Cowardly Lion to guard the cage of monkeys until

he returned, and then he and Dorothy got upon the raft. The paddle

which Cap’n Bill had made was still there, so the little Wizard paddled

the clumsy raft across the water and ran it upon the beach of the

Magic Isle as close to the place where Cap’n Bill and Trot were

rooted as he could.

Dorothy was shocked to see how small the prisoners had become, and

Trot said to her friends: “If you can’t save us soon, there’ll be

nothing left of us.”

“Be patient, my dear,” counseled the Wizard, and took the little axe

from his black bag.

“What are you going to do with that?” asked Cap’n Bill.

“It’s a magic axe,” replied the Wizard, “and when I tell it to chop,

it will chop those roots from your feet and you can run to the raft

before they grow again.”

“Don’t!” shouted the sailor in alarm. “Don’t do it! Those roots

are all flesh roots, and our bodies are feeding ‘em while they’re

growing into the ground.”

“To cut off the roots,” said Trot, “would be like cutting off our

fingers and toes.”

The Wizard put the little axe back in the black bag and took out a

pair of silver pincers.

“Grow-grow-grow!” he said to the pincers, and at once they grew

and extended until they reached from the raft to the prisoners.

“What are you going to do now?” demanded Cap’n Bill, fearfully

eyeing the pincers.

“This magic tool will pull you up, roots and all, and land you on

this raft,” declared the Wizard.

“Don’t do it!” pleaded the sailor, with a shudder. “It would hurt

us awfully.”

“It would be just like pulling teeth to pull us up by the roots,”

explained Trot.

“Grow small!” said the Wizard to the pincers, and at once they

became small and he threw them into the black bag.

“I guess, friends, it’s all up with us, this time,” remarked Cap’n Bill,

with a dismal sigh.

“Please tell Ozma, Dorothy,” said Trot, “that we got into trouble

trying to get her a nice birthday present. Then she’ll forgive us.

The Magic Flower is lovely and wonderful, but it’s just a lure to

catch folks on this dreadful island and then destroy them. You’ll

have a nice birthday party, without us, I’m sure; and I hope, Dorothy,

that none of you in the Emerald City will forget me-or dear ol’

Cap’n Bill.”


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19. Dorothy and the Bumble Bees

Dorothy was greatly distressed and had hard work to keep the tears

from her eyes.

“Is that all you can do, Wizard?” she asked the little man.

“It’s all I can think of just now,” he replied sadly. “But I intend

to keep on thinking as long-as long-well, as long as thinking will

do any good.”

They were all silent for a time, Dorothy and the Wizard sitting

thoughtfully on the raft, and Trot and Cap’n Bill sitting thoughtfully

on the toadstools and growing gradually smaller and smaller in size.

Suddenly Dorothy said: “Wizard, I’ve thought of something!”

“What have you thought of?” he asked, looking at the little girl

with interest.

“Can you remember the Magic Word that transforms people?” she asked.

“Of course,” said he.

“Then you can transform Trot and Cap’n Bill into birds or bumblebees,

and they can fly away to the other shore. When they’re there, you can

transform ‘em into their reg’lar shapes again!”

“Can you do that, Wizard?” asked Cap’n Bill, eagerly.

“I think so.”

“Roots an’ all?” inquired Trot.

“Why, the roots are now a part of you, and if you were transformed

to a bumblebee the whole of you would be transformed, of course, and

you’d be free of this awful island.”

“All right; do it!” cried the sailor-man.

So the Wizard said slowly and distinctly:

“I want Trot and Cap’n Bill to become bumblebees-Pyrzqxgl!”

Fortunately, he pronounced the Magic Word in the right way, and

instantly Trot and Cap’n Bill vanished from view, and up from the

places where they had been flew two bumblebees.

“Hooray!” shouted Dorothy in delight; “they’re saved!”

“I guess they are,” agreed the Wizard, equally delighted.

The bees hovered over the raft an instant and then flew across the

river to where the Lion and the Tiger waited. The Wizard picked up

the paddle and paddled the raft across as fast as he could. When it

reached the river bank, both Dorothy and the Wizard leaped ashore and

the little man asked excitedly:

“Where are the bees?”

“The bees?” inquired the Lion, who was half asleep and did not know

what had happened on the Magic Isle.

“Yes; there were two of them.”

“Two bees?” said the Hungry Tiger, yawning. “Why, I ate one of them

and the Cowardly Lion ate the other.”

“Goodness gracious!” cried Dorothy horrified.

“It was little enough for our lunch,” remarked the Tiger, “but the

bees were the only things we could find.”

“How dreadful!” wailed Dorothy, wringing her hands in despair.

“You’ve eaten Trot and Cap’n Bill.”

But just then she heard a buzzing overhead and two bees alighted on

her shoulder.

“Here we are,” said a small voice in her ear. “I’m Trot, Dorothy.”

“And I’m Cap’n Bill,” said the other bee.

Dorothy almost fainted, with relief, and the Wizard, who was close by

and had heard the tiny voices, gave a laugh and said:

“You are not the only two bees in the forest, it seems, but I advise

you to keep away from the Lion and the Tiger until you regain your

proper forms.”

“Do it now, Wizard!” advised Dorothy. “They’re so small that you

never can tell what might happen to ‘em.”

So the Wizard gave the command and pronounced the Magic Word, and in

the instant Trot and Cap’n Bill stood beside them as natural as before

they had met their fearful adventure. For they were no longer small

in size, because the Wizard had transformed them from bumblebees into

the shapes and sizes that nature had formerly given them. The ugly

roots on their feet had disappeared with the transformation.

While Dorothy was hugging Trot, and Trot was softly crying because

she was so happy, the Wizard shook hands with Cap’n Bill and

congratulated him on his escape. The old sailor-man was so pleased

that he also shook the Lion’s paw and took off his hat and bowed

politely to the cage of monkeys.

Then Cap’n Bill did a curious thing. He went to a big tree and,

taking out his knife, cut away a big, broad piece of thick bark. Then

he sat down on the ground and after taking a roll of stout cord from

his pocket-which seemed to be full of all sorts of things-he

proceeded to bind the flat piece of bark to the bottom of his good

foot, over the leather sole.

“What’s that for?” inquired the Wizard.

“I hate to be stumped,” replied the sailor-man; “so I’m goin’ back

to that island.”

“And get enchanted again?” exclaimed Trot, with evident disapproval.

“No; this time I’ll dodge the magic of the island. I noticed that

my wooden leg didn’t get stuck, or take root, an’ neither did the

glass feet of the Glass Cat. It’s only a thing that’s made of

meat-like man an’ beasts-that the magic can hold an’ root to the

ground. Our shoes are leather, an’ leather comes from a beast’s hide.

Our stockin’s are wool, an’ wool comes from a sheep’s back. So, when

we walked on the Magic Isle, our feet took root there an’ held us

fast. But not my wooden leg. So now I’ll put a wooden bottom on my

other foot an’ the magic can’t stop me.”

“But why do you wish to go back to the island?” asked Dorothy.

“Didn’t you see the Magic Flower in the gold flower-pot?” returned

Cap’n Bill.

“Of course I saw it, and it’s lovely and wonderful.”

“Well, Trot an’ I set out to get the magic plant for a present to

Ozma on her birthday, and I mean to get it an’ take it back with us to

the Emerald City.”

“That would be fine,” cried Trot eagerly, “if you think you can do

it, and it would be safe to try!”

“I’m pretty sure it is safe, the way I’ve fixed my foot,” said the

sailor, “an’ if I SHOULD happen to get caught, I s’pose the Wizard

could save me again.”

“I suppose I could,” agreed the Wizard. “Anyhow, if you wish to try

it, Cap’n Bill, go ahead and we’ll stand by and watch what happens.”

So the sailor-man got upon the raft again and paddled over to the

Magic Isle, landing as close to the golden flower-pot as he could.

They watched him walk across the land, put both arms around the

flower-pot and lift it easily from its place. Then he carried it to

the raft and set it down very gently. The removal did not seem to

affect the Magic Flower in any way, for it was growing daffodils when

Cap’n Bill picked it up and on the way to the raft it grew tulips and

gladioli. During the time the sailor was paddling across the river to

where his friends awaited him, seven different varieties of flowers

bloomed in succession on the plant.

“I guess the Magician who put it on the island never thought that any

one would carry it off,” said Dorothy.

“He figured that only men would want the plant, and any man who went

upon the island to get it would be caught by the enchantment,” added

the Wizard.

“After this,” remarked Trot, “no one will care to go on the island,

so it won’t be a trap any more.”

“There,” exclaimed Cap’n Bill, setting down the Magic Plant in

triumph upon the river bank, “if Ozma gets a better birthday present

than that, I’d like to know what it can be!”

“It’ll s’prise her, all right,” declared Dorothy, standing in awed

wonder before the gorgeous blossoms and watching them change from

yellow roses to violets.

“It’ll s’prise ev’rybody in the Em’rald City,” Trot asserted in glee,

“and it’ll be Ozma’s present from Cap’n Bill and me.”

“I think I ought to have a little credit,” objected the Glass Cat.

“I discovered the thing, and led you to it, and brought the Wizard

here to save you when you got caught.”

“That’s true,” admitted Trot, “and I’ll tell O

Ozma the whole story,

so she’ll know how good you’ve been.”