"Hooray!" shouted the Scarecrow,
gaily. "We can now leave this miserable Jackdaws' nest whenever we
please."
"But it is nearly dark," said the
Tin Woodman; "and unless we wait until morning to make our flight we may
get into more trouble. I don't like these night trips, for one never
knows what will happen."
So it was decided to wait until
daylight, and the adventurers amused themselves in the twilight by
searching the Jackdaws' nest for treasures.
The Woggle-Bug found two handsome
bracelets of wrought gold, which fitted his slender arms very well. The
Scarecrow took a fancy for rings, of which there were many in the nest.
Before long he had fitted a ring to each finger of his padded gloves,
and not being content with that display he added one more to each thumb.
As he carefully chose those rings set with sparkling stones, such as
rubies, amethysts and sapphires, the Scarecrow's hands now presented a
most brilliant appearance.
"This nest would be a picnic for
Queen Jinjur," said he, musingly. "for as nearly as I can make out she
and her girls conquered me merely to rob my city of its emeralds."
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The Tin Woodman was
content with his diamond necklace and refused to accept any
additional decorations; but Tip secured a fine gold watch, which
was attached to a heavy fob, and placed it in his pocket with
much pride. He also pinned several jeweled brooches to Jack
Pumpkinhead's red waistcoat, and attached a lorgnette, by means
of a fine chain, to the neck of the Saw-Horse.
"It's very pretty," said
the creature, regarding the lorgnette approvingly; "but what is
it for?"
None of them could answer
that question, however; so the Saw-Horse decided it was some
rare decoration and became very fond of it.
That none of the party
might be slighted, they ended by placing several large seal
rings upon the points of the Gump's antlers, although that odd
personage seemed by no means gratified by the attention.
Darkness soon fell upon
them, and Tip and the Woggle-Bug went to sleep while the others
sat down to wait patiently for the day.
Next morning they had
cause to congratulate themselves upon the useful condition of
the Gump; for with daylight a great flock of Jackdaws approached
to engage in one more battle for the possession of the nest.
But our adventurers did
not wait for the assault. They tumbled into the cushioned seats
of the sofas as quickly as possible, and Tip gave the word to
the Gump to start.
At once it rose into the
air, the great wings flopping strongly and with regular motions,
and in a few moments they were so far from the nest that the
chattering Jackdaws took possession without any attempt at
pursuit.
The Thing flew due North,
going in the same direction from whence it had come. At least,
that was the Scarecrow's opinion, and the others agreed that the
Scarecrow was the best judge of direction. After passing over
several cities and villages the Gump carried them high above a
broad plain where houses became more and more scattered until
they disappeared altogether. Next came the wide, sandy desert
separating the rest of the world from the Land of Oz, and before
noon they saw the dome-shaped houses that proved they were once
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"But the houses and fences are blue,"
said the Tin Woodman, "and that indicates we are in the land of the
Munchkins, and therefore a long distance from Glinda the Good."
"What shall we do?" asked the boy,
turning to their guide.
"I don't know" replied the Scarecrow,
frankly. "If we were at the Emerald City we could then move directly
southward, and so reach our destination. But we dare not go to the Emerald
City, and the Gump is probably carrying us further in the wrong direction
with every flop of its wings."
"Then the Woggle-Bug must swallow
another pill," said Tip, decidedly, "and wish us headed in the right
direction."
"Very well," returned the Highly
Magnified one; "I'm willing."
But when the Scarecrow searched in his
pocket for the pepper-box containing the two silver Wishing Pills, it was
not to be found. Filled with anxiety, the voyagers hunted throughout every
inch of the Thing for the precious box; but it had disappeared entirely.
And still the Gump flew onward,
carrying them they knew not where.
"I must have left the pepper-box in
the Jackdaws' nest," said the Scarecrow, at length.
"It is a great misfortune," the Tin
Woodman declared. "But we are no worse off than before we discovered the
Wishing Pills."
"We are better off," replied Tip. "for
the one pill we used has enabled us to escape from that horrible nest."
"Yet the loss of the other two is
serious, and I deserve a good scolding for my carelessness," the Scarecrow
rejoined, penitently. "For in such an unusual party as this accidents are
liable to happen any moment, and even now we may be approaching a new
danger."
No one dared contradict this, and a
dismal silence ensued.
The Gump flew steadily on.
Suddenly Tip uttered an exclamation of
surprise. "We must have reached the South Country," he cried, "for below us
everything is red!"
Immediately they all leaned over the
backs of the sofas to look -- all except Jack, who was too careful of his
pumpkin head to risk its slipping off his neck. Sure enough; the red houses
and fences and trees indicated they were within the domain of Glinda the
Good; and presently, as they glided rapidly on, the Tin Woodman recognized
the roads and buildings they passed, and altered slightly the flight of the
Gump so that they might reach the palace of the celebrated Sorceress.
"Good!" cried the Scarecrow,
delightedly. "We do not need the lost Wishing Pills now, for we have arrived
at our destination."
Gradually the Thing sank lower and
nearer to the ground until at length it came to rest within the beautiful
gardens of Glinda, settling upon a velvety green lawn close by a fountain
which sent sprays of flashing gems, instead of water, high into the air,
whence they fell with a soft, tinkling sound into the carved marble basin
placed to receive them.
Everything was very gorgeous in
Glinda's gardens, and while our voyagers gazed about with admiring eyes a
company of soldiers silently appeared and surrounded them. But these
soldiers of the great Sorceress were entirely different from those of
Jinjur's Army of Revolt, although they were likewise girls. For Glinda's
soldiers wore neat uniforms and bore swords and spears; and they marched
with a skill and precision that proved them well trained in the arts of war.
The Captain commanding this troop --
which was Glinda's private Body Guard -- recognized the Scarecrow and the
Tin Woodman at once, and greeted them with respectful salutations.
"Good day!" said the Scarecrow,
gallantly removing his hat, while the Woodman gave a soldierly salute; "we
have come to request an audience with your fair Ruler."
"Glinda is now within her palace,
awaiting you," returned the Captain; "for she saw you coming long before you
arrived."
"That is strange!" said Tip,
wondering.
"Not at all," answered the Scarecrow,
"for Glinda the Good is a mighty Sorceress, and nothing that goes on in the
Land of Oz escapes her notice. I suppose she knows why we came as well as we
do ourselves."
"Then what was the use of our coming?"
asked Jack, stupidly.
"To prove you are a Pumpkinhead!"
retorted the Scarecrow. "But, if the Sorceress expects us, we must not keep
her waiting."
So they all clambered out of the sofas
and followed the Captain toward the palace -- even the Saw-Horse taking his
place in the queer procession.
Upon her throne of finely wrought gold
sat Glinda, and she could scarcely repress a smile as her peculiar visitors
entered and bowed before her. Both the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman she
knew and liked; but the awkward Pumpkinhead and Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug
were creatures she had never seen before, and they seemed even more curious
than the others. As for the Saw-Horse, he looked to be nothing more than an
animated chunk of wood; and he bowed so stiffly that his head bumped against
the floor, causing a ripple of laughter among the soldiers, in which Glinda
frankly joined.
"I beg to announce to your glorious
highness," began the Scarecrow, in a solemn voice, "that my Emerald City has
been overrun by a crowd of impudent girls with knitting-needles, who have
enslaved all the men, robbed the streets and public buildings of all their
emerald jewels, and usurped my throne."
"I know it," said Glinda.
"They also threatened to destroy me,
as well as all the good friends and allies you see before you," continued
the Scarecrow. "and had we not managed to escape their clutches our days
would long since have ended."
"I know it," repeated Glinda.
"Therefore I have come to beg your
assistance," resumed the Scarecrow, "for I believe you are always glad to
succor the unfortunate and oppressed."
"That is true," replied the Sorceress,
slowly. "But the Emerald City is now ruled by General Jinjur, who has caused
herself to be proclaimed Queen. What right have I to oppose her?"
"Why, she stole the throne from me,"
said the Scarecrow.
"And how came you to possess the
throne?" asked Glinda.
"I got it from the Wizard of Oz, and
by the choice of the people," returned the Scarecrow, uneasy at such
questioning.
"And where did the Wizard get it?" she
continued gravely.
"I am told he took it from Pastoria,
the former King," said the Scarecrow, becoming confused under the intent
look of the Sorceress.
"Then," declared Glinda, "the throne
of the Emerald City belongs neither to you nor to Jinjur, but to this
Pastoria from whom the Wizard usurped it."
"That is true," acknowledged the
Scarecrow, humbly; "but Pastoria is now dead and gone, and some one must
rule in his place."
"Pastoria had a daughter, who is the
rightful heir to the throne of the Emerald City. Did you know that?"
questioned the Sorceress.
"No," replied the Scarecrow. "But if
the girl still lives I will not stand in her way. It will satisfy me as well
to have Jinjur turned out, as an impostor, as to regain the throne myself.
In fact, it isn't much fun to be King, especially if one has good brains. I
have known for some time that I am fitted to occupy a far more exalted
position. But where is the girl who owns the throne, and what is her name?"
"Her name is Ozma," answered Glinda.
"But where she is I have tried in vain to discover. For the Wizard of Oz,
when he stole the throne from Ozma's father, hid the girl in some secret
place; and by means of a magical trick with which I am not familiar he also
managed to prevent her being discovered -- even by so experienced a
Sorceress as myself."
"That is strange," interrupted the
Woggle-Bug, pompously. "I have been informed that the Wonderful Wizard of Oz
was nothing more than a humbug!"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow,
much provoked by this speech. "Didn't he give me a wonderful set of brains?"
"There's no humbug about my heart,"
announced the Tin Woodman, glaring indignantly at the Woggle-Bug.
"Perhaps I was misinformed," stammered
the Insect, shrinking back; "I never knew the Wizard personally."
"Well, we did," retorted the
Scarecrow, "and he was a very great Wizard, I assure you. It is true he was
guilty of some slight impostures, but unless he was a great Wizard how --
let me ask -- could he have hidden this girl Ozma so securely that no one
can find her?"
"I -- I give it up!" replied the
Woggle-Bug, meekly.
"That is the most sensible speech
you've made," said the Tin Woodman.
"I must really make another effort to
discover where this girl is hidden," resumed the Sorceress, thoughtfully. "I
have in my library a book in which is inscribed every action of the Wizard
while he was in our land of Oz -- or, at least, every action that could be
observed by my spies. This book I will read carefully tonight, and try to
single out the acts that may guide us in discovering the lost Ozma. In the
meantime, pray amuse yourselves in my palace and command my servants as if
they were your own. I will grant you another audience tomorrow."
With this gracious speech Glinda
dismissed the adventurers, and they wandered away through the beautiful
gardens, where they passed several hours enjoying all the delightful things
with which the Queen of the Southland had surrounded her royal palace.
On the following morning they again
appeared before Glinda, who said to them:
"I have searched carefully through the
records of the Wizard's actions, and among them I can find but three that
appear to have been suspicious. He ate beans with a knife, made three secret
visits to old Mombi, and limped slightly on his left foot."
"Ah! that last is certainly
suspicious!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead.
"Not necessarily," said the Scarecrow.
"he may, have had corns. Now, it seems to me his eating beans with a knife
is more suspicious."
"Perhaps it is a polite custom in
Omaha, from which great country the Wizard originally came," suggested the
Tin Woodman.
"It may be," admitted the Scarecrow.
"But why," asked Glinda, "did he make
three secret visits to old Mombi?"
"Ah! Why, indeed!" echoed the
Woggle-Bug, impressively.
"We know that the Wizard taught the
old woman many of his tricks of magic," continued Glinda; "and this he would
not have done had she not assisted him in some way. So we may suspect with
good reason that Mombi aided him to hide the girl Ozma, who was the real
heir to the throne of the Emerald City, and a constant danger to the
usurper. For, if the people knew that she lived, they would quickly make her
their Queen and restore her to her rightful position."
"An able argument!" cried the
Scarecrow. "I have no doubt that Mombi was mixed up in this wicked business.
But how does that knowledge help us?"
"We must find Mombi," replied Glinda,
"and force her to tell where the girl is hidden."
"Mombi is now with Queen Jinjur, in
the Emerald, City" said Tip. "It was she who threw so many obstacles in our
pathway, and made Jinjur threaten to destroy my friends and give me back
into the old witch's power."
"Then," decided Glinda, "I will march
with my army to the Emerald City, and take Mombi prisoner. After that we
can, perhaps, force her to tell the truth about Ozma."
"She is a terrible old woman!"
remarked Tip, with a shudder at the thought of Mombi's black kettle; "and
obstinate, too."
"I am quite obstinate myself,"
returned the Sorceress, with a sweet smile. "so I do not fear Mombi in the
least. Today I will make all necessary preparations, and we will march upon
the Emerald City at daybreak tomorrow."
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