"Where did you get the mark upon your forehead?" continued the
voice.
"That is where the Good Witch of the North kissed me when she
bade me good-bye and sent me to you," said the girl.
Again the eyes looked at her sharply, and they saw she was
telling the truth. Then Oz asked, "What do you wish me to do?"
"Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are,"
she answered earnestly. "I don't like your country, although it is
so beautiful. And I am sure Aunt Em will be dreadfully worried over
my being away so long."
The eyes winked three times, and then they turned up to the
ceiling and down to the floor and rolled around so queerly that
they seemed to see every part of the room. And at last they looked
at Dorothy again.
"Why should I do this for you?" asked Oz.
"Because you are strong and I am weak; because you are a Great
Wizard and I am only a little girl."
"But you were strong enough to kill the Wicked Witch of the
East," said Oz.
"That just happened," returned Dorothy simply; "I could not help
it."
"Well," said the Head, "I will give you my answer. You have no
right to expect me to send you back to Kansas unless you do
something for me in return. In this country everyone must pay for
everything he gets. If you wish me to use my magic power to send
you home again you must do something for me first. Help me and I
will help you."
"What must I do?" asked the girl.
"Kill the Wicked Witch of the West," answered Oz.
"But I cannot!" exclaimed Dorothy, greatly surprised.
"You killed the Witch of the East and you wear the silver shoes,
which bear a powerful charm. There is now but one Wicked Witch left
in all this land, and when you can tell me she is dead I will send
you back to Kansas—but not before."
The little girl began to weep, she was so much disappointed; and
the eyes winked again and looked upon her anxiously, as if the
Great Oz felt that she could help him if she would.
"I never killed anything, willingly," she sobbed. "Even if I
wanted to, how could I kill the Wicked Witch? If you, who are Greatwanted to, how could I kill the Wicked Witch? If you, who are Great
and Terrible, cannot kill her yourself, how do you expect me to do
it?"
"I do not know," said the Head; "but that is my answer, and
until the Wicked Witch dies you will not see your uncle and aunt
again. Remember that the Witch is Wicked—tremendously Wicked -and
ought to be killed. Now go, and do not ask to see me again until
you have done your task."
Sorrowfully Dorothy left the Throne Room and went back where the
Lion and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were waiting to hear
what Oz had said to her. "There is no hope for me," she said sadly,
"for Oz will not send me home until I have killed the Wicked Witch
of the West; and that I can never do."
Her friends were sorry, but could do nothing to help her; so
Dorothy went to her own room and lay down on the bed and cried
herself to sleep.
The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the
Scarecrow and said:
"Come with me, for Oz has sent for you."
So the Scarecrow followed him and was admitted into the great
Throne Room, where he saw, sitting in the emerald throne, a most
lovely Lady. She was dressed in green silk gauze and wore upon her
flowing green locks a crown of jewels. Growing from her shoulders
were wings, gorgeous in color and so light that they fluttered if
the slightest breath of air reached them.
When the Scarecrow had bowed, as prettily as his straw stuffing
would let him, before this beautiful creature, she looked upon him
sweetly, and said:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you
seek me?"
Now the Scarecrow, who had expected to see the great Head
Dorothy had told him of, was much astonished; but he answered her
bravely.
"I am only a Scarecrow, stuffed with straw. Therefore I have no
brains, and I come to you praying that you will put brains in my
head instead of straw, so that I may become as much a man as any
other in your dominions."
"Why should I do this for you?" asked the Lady.
"Because you are wise and powerful, and no one else can help"Because you are wise and powerful, and no one else can help
me," answered the Scarecrow.
"I never grant favors without some return," said Oz; "but this
much I will promise. If you will kill for me the Wicked Witch of
the West, I will bestow upon you a great many brains, and such good
brains that you will be the wisest man in all the Land of Oz."
"I thought you asked Dorothy to kill the Witch," said the
Scarecrow, in surprise.
"So I did. I don't care who kills her. But until she is dead I
will not grant your wish. Now go, and do not seek me again until
you have earned the brains you so greatly desire."
The Scarecrow went sorrowfully back to his friends and told them
what Oz had said; and Dorothy was surprised to find that the Great
Wizard was not a Head, as she had seen him, but a lovely Lady.
"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "she needs a heart as much
as the Tin Woodman."
On the next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to
the Tin Woodman and said:
"Oz has sent for you. Follow me."
So the Tin Woodman followed him and came to the great Throne
Room. He did not know whether he would find Oz a lovely Lady or a
Head, but he hoped it would be the lovely Lady. "For," he said to
himself, "if it is the head, I am sure I shall not be given a
heart, since a head has no heart of its own and therefore cannot
feel for me. But if it is the lovely Lady I shall beg hard for a
heart, for all ladies are themselves said to be kindly
hearted."
But when the Woodman entered the great Throne Room he saw
neither the Head nor the Lady, for Oz had taken the shape of a most
terrible Beast. It was nearly as big as an elephant, and the green
throne seemed hardly strong enough to hold its weight. The Beast
had a head like that of a rhinoceros, only there were five eyes in
its face. There were five long arms growing out of its body, and it
also had five long, slim legs. Thick, woolly hair covered every
part of it, and a more dreadful-looking monster could not be
imagined. It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that


imagined. It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that
moment, for it would have beat loud and fast from terror. But being
only tin, the Woodman was not at all afraid, although he was much
disappointed.
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," spoke the Beast, in a voice
that was one great roar. "Who are you, and why do you seek me?"
"I am a Woodman, and made of tin. Therefore I have no heart, and
cannot love. I pray you to give me a heart that I may be as other
men are."
"Why should I do this?" demanded the Beast.
"Because I ask it, and you alone can grant my request," answered
the Woodman.
Oz gave a low growl at this, but said, gruffly: "If you indeed
desire a heart, you must earn it."
"How?" asked the Woodman.
"Help Dorothy to kill the Wicked Witch of the West," replied the
Beast. "When the Witch is dead, come to me, and I will then give
you the biggest and kindest and most loving heart in all the Land
of Oz."
So the Tin Woodman was forced to return sorrowfully to his
friends and tell them of the terrible Beast he had seen. They all
wondered greatly at the many forms the Great Wizard could take upon
himself, and the Lion said:
"If he is a Beast when I go to see him, I shall roar my loudest,
and so frighten him that he will grant all I ask. And if he is the
lovely Lady, I shall pretend to spring upon her, and so compel her
to do my bidding. And if he is the great Head, he will be at my
mercy; for I will roll this head all about the room until he
promises to give us what we desire. So be of good cheer, my
friends, for all will yet be well."
The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers led the
Lion to the great Throne Room and bade him enter the presence of
Oz.
The Lion at once passed through the door, and glancing around
saw, to his surprise, that before the throne was a Ball of Fire, so
fierce and glowing he could scarcely bear to gaze upon it. His
first thought was that Oz had by accident caught on fire and was
burning up; but when he tried to go nearer, the heat was so intenseburning up; but when he tried to go nearer, the heat was so intense
that it singed his whiskers, and he crept back tremblingly to a
spot nearer the door.
Then a low, quiet voice came from the Ball of Fire, and these
were the words it spoke:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you
seek me?"
And the Lion answered, "I am a Cowardly Lion, afraid of
everything. I came to you to beg that you give me courage, so that
in reality I may become the King of Beasts, as men call me."
"Why should I give you courage?" demanded Oz.
"Because of all Wizards you are the greatest, and alone have
power to grant my request," answered the Lion.
The Ball of Fire burned fiercely for a time, and the voice said,
"Bring me proof that the Wicked Witch is dead, and that moment I
will give you courage. But as long as the Witch lives, you must
remain a coward."
The Lion was angry at this speech, but could say nothing in
reply, and while he stood silently gazing at the Ball of Fire it
became so furiously hot that he turned tail and rushed from the
room. He was glad to find his friends waiting for him, and told
them of his terrible interview with the Wizard.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy sadly.
"There is only one thing we can do," returned the Lion, "and
that is to go to the land of the Winkies, seek out the Wicked
Witch, and destroy her."
"But suppose we cannot?" said the girl.
"Then I shall never have courage," declared the Lion.
"And I shall never have brains," added the Scarecrow.
"And I shall never have a heart," spoke the Tin of Woodman.
"And I shall never see Aunt Em and Uncle Henry," said Dorothy,
beginning to cry.
"Be careful!" cried the green girl. "The tears will fall on your
green silk gown and spot it."
So Dorothy dried her eyes and said, "I suppose we must try it;
but I am sure I do not want to kill anybody, even to see Aunt Em
again."
"I will go with you; but I'm too much of a coward to kill the
Witch," said the Lion.
"I will go too," declared the Scarecrow; "but I shall not be ofWitch," said the Lion.
"I will go too," declared the Scarecrow; "but I shall not be of
much help to you, I am such a fool."
"I haven't the heart to harm even a Witch," remarked the Tin
Woodman; "but if you go I certainly shall go with you."
Therefore it was decided to start upon their journey the next
morning, and the Woodman sharpened his axe on a green grindstone
and had all his joints properly oiled. The Scarecrow stuffed
himself with fresh straw and Dorothy put new paint on his eyes that
he might see better. The green girl, who was very kind to them,
filled Dorothy's basket with good things to eat, and fastened a
little bell around Toto's neck with a green ribbon.
They went to bed quite early and slept soundly until daylight,
when they were awakened by the crowing of a green cock that lived
in the back yard of the Palace, and the cackling of a hen that had
laid a green egg.The soldier with the green whiskers led them through the streets
of the Emerald City until they reached the room where the Guardian
of the Gates lived. This officer unlocked their spectacles to put
them back in his great box, and then he politely opened the gate
for our friends.
"Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West?" asked
Dorothy.
"There is no road," answered the Guardian of the Gates. "No one
ever wishes to go that way."
"How, then, are we to find her?" inquired the girl.
"That will be easy," replied the man, "for when she knows you
are in the country of the Winkies she will find you, and make you
all her slaves."
"Perhaps not," said the Scarecrow, "for we mean to destroy
her."
"Oh, that is different," said the Guardian of the Gates. "No one
has ever destroyed her before, so I naturally thought she would
make slaves of you, as she has of the rest. But take care; for she
is wicked and fierce, and may not allow you to destroy her. Keep to
the West, where the sun sets, and you cannot fail to find her."
They thanked him and bade him good-bye, and turned toward the
West, walking over fields of soft grass dotted here and there with
daisies and buttercups. Dorothy still wore the pretty silk dress
she had put on in the palace, but now, to her surprise, she found
it was no longer green, but pure white. The ribbon around Toto's
neck had also lost its green color and was as white as Dorothy's
dress.
The Emerald City was soon left far behind. As they advanced the
ground became rougher and hillier, for there were no farms nor
houses in this country of the West, and the ground was
untilled.
In the afternoon the sun shone hot in their faces, for there
were no trees to offer them shade; so that before night Dorothy and
Toto and the Lion were tired, and lay down upon the grass and fell
asleep, with the Woodman and the Scarecrow keeping watch.
Now the Wicked Witch of the West had but one eye, yet that was
as powerful as a telescope, and could see everywhere. So, as she


as powerful as a telescope, and could see everywhere. So, as she
sat in the door of her castle, she happened to look around and saw
Dorothy lying asleep, with her friends all about her. They were a
long distance off, but the Wicked Witch was angry to find them in
her country; so she blew upon a silver whistle that hung around her
neck.
At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of
great wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp
teeth.
"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to
pieces."
"Are you not going to make them your slaves?" asked the leader
of the wolves.
"No," she answered, "one is of tin, and one of straw; one is a
girl and another a Lion. None of them is fit to work, so you may
tear them into small pieces."
"Very well," said the wolf, and he dashed away at full speed,
followed by the others.
It was lucky the Scarecrow and the Woodman were wide awake and
heard the wolves coming.
"This is my fight," said the Woodman, "so get behind me and I
will meet them as they come."
He seized his axe, which he had made very sharp, and as the
leader of the wolves came on the Tin Woodman swung his arm and
chopped the wolf's head from its body, so that it immediately died.
As soon as he could raise his axe another wolf came up, and he also
fell under the sharp edge of the Tin Woodman's weapon. There were
forty wolves, and forty times a wolf was killed, so that at last
they all lay dead in a heap before the Woodman.
Then he put down his axe and sat beside the Scarecrow, who said,
"It was a good fight, friend."
They waited until Dorothy awoke the next morning. The little
girl was quite frightened when she saw the great pile of shaggy
wolves, but the Tin Woodman told her all. She thanked him for
saving them and sat down to breakfast, after which they started
again upon their journey.
Now this same morning the Wicked Witch came to the door of her
castle and looked out with her one eye that could see far off. She
saw all her wolves lying dead, and the strangers still travelingsaw all her wolves lying dead, and the strangers still traveling
through her country. This made her angrier than before, and she
blew her silver whistle twice.
Straightway a great flock of wild crows came flying toward her,
enough to darken the sky.
And the Wicked Witch said to the King Crow, "Fly at once to the
strangers; peck out their eyes and tear them to pieces."
The wild crows flew in one great flock toward Dorothy and her
companions. When the little girl saw them coming she was
afraid.
But the Scarecrow said, "This is my battle, so lie down beside
me and you will not be harmed."
So they all lay upon the ground except the Scarecrow, and he
stood up and stretched out his arms. And when the crows saw him
they were frightened, as these birds always are by scarecrows, and
did not dare to come any nearer. But the King Crow said:
"It is only a stuffed man. I will peck his eyes out."
The King Crow flew at the Scarecrow, who caught it by the head
and twisted its neck until it died. And then another crow flew at
him, and the Scarecrow twisted its neck also. There were forty
crows, and forty times the Scarecrow twisted a neck, until at last
all were lying dead beside him. Then he called to his companions to
rise, and again they went upon their journey.
When the Wicked Witch looked out again and saw all her crows
lying in a heap, she got into a terrible rage, and blew three times
upon her silver whistle.
Forthwith there was heard a great buzzing in the air, and a
swarm of black bees came flying toward her.
"Go to the strangers and sting them to death!" commanded the
Witch, and the bees turned and flew rapidly until they came to
where Dorothy and her friends were walking. But the Woodman had
seen them coming, and the Scarecrow had decided what to do.
"Take out my straw and scatter it over the little girl and the
dog and the Lion," he said to the Woodman, "and the bees cannot
sting them." This the Woodman did, and as Dorothy lay close beside
the Lion and held Toto in her arms, the straw covered them
entirely.the Lion and held Toto in her arms, the straw covered them
entirely.
The bees came and found no one but the Woodman to sting, so they
flew at him and broke off all their stings against the tin, without
hurting the Woodman at all. And as bees cannot live when their
stings are broken that was the end of the black bees, and they lay
scattered thick about the Woodman, like little heaps of fine
coal.
Then Dorothy and the Lion got up, and the girl helped the Tin
Woodman put the straw back into the Scarecrow again, until he was
as good as ever. So they started upon their journey once more.
The Wicked Witch was so angry when she saw her black bees in
little heaps like fine coal that she stamped her foot and tore her
hair and gnashed her teeth. And then she called a dozen of her
slaves, who were the Winkies, and gave them sharp spears, telling
them to go to the strangers and destroy them.
The Winkies were not a brave people, but they had to do as they
were told. So they marched away until they came near to Dorothy.
Then the Lion gave a great roar and sprang towards them, and the
poor Winkies were so frightened that they ran back as fast as they
could.
When they returned to the castle the Wicked Witch beat them well
with a strap, and sent them back to their work, after which she sat
down to think what she should do next. She could not understand how
all her plans to destroy these strangers had failed; but she was a
powerful Witch, as well as a wicked one, and she soon made up her
mind how to act.
There was, in her cupboard, a Golden Cap, with a circle of
diamonds and rubies running round it. This Golden Cap had a charm.
Whoever owned it could call three times upon the Winged Monkeys,
who would obey any order they were given. But no person could
command these strange creatures more than three times. Twice
already the Wicked Witch had used the charm of the Cap. Once was
when she had made the Winkies her slaves, and set herself to rule
over their country. The Winged Monkeys had helped her do this. The


over their country. The Winged Monkeys had helped her do this. The
second time was when she had fought against the Great Oz himself,
and driven him out of the land of the West. The Winged Monkeys had
also helped her in doing this. Only once more could she use this
Golden Cap, for which reason she did not like to do so until all
her other powers were exhausted. But now that her fierce wolves and
her wild crows and her stinging bees were gone, and her slaves had
been scared away by the Cowardly Lion, she saw there was only one
way left to destroy Dorothy and her friends.
So the Wicked Witch took the Golden Cap from her cupboard and
placed it upon her head. Then she stood upon her left foot and said
slowly:
"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!"
Next she stood upon her right foot and said:
"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!"
After this she stood upon both feet and cried in a loud
voice:
"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!"
Now the charm began to work. The sky was darkened, and a low
rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many
wings, a great chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the
dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys,
each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his
shoulders.
One, much bigger than the others, seemed to be their leader. He
flew close to the Witch and said, "You have called us for the third
and last time. What do you command?"
"Go to the strangers who are within my land and destroy them all
except the Lion," said the Wicked Witch. "Bring that beast to me,
for I have a mind to harness him like a horse, and make him
work."
"Your commands shall be obeyed," said the leader. Then, with a
great deal of chattering and noise, the Winged Monkeys flew away to
the place where Dorothy and her friends were walking.
Some of the Monkeys seized the Tin Woodman and carried him
through the air until they were over a country thickly covered with
sharp rocks. Here they dropped the poor Woodman, who fell a great
distance to the rocks, where he lay so battered and dented that hedistance to the rocks, where he lay so battered and dented that he
could neither move nor groan.
Others of the Monkeys caught the Scarecrow, and with their long
fingers pulled all of the straw out of his clothes and head. They
made his hat and boots and clothes into a small bundle and threw it
into the top branches of a tall tree.
The remaining Monkeys threw pieces of stout rope around the Lion
and wound many coils about his body and head and legs, until he was
unable to bite or scratch or struggle in any way. Then they lifted
him up and flew away with him to the Witch's castle, where he was
placed in a small yard with a high iron fence around it, so that he
could not escape.
But Dorothy they did not harm at all. She stood, with Toto in
her arms, watching the sad fate of her comrades and thinking it
would soon be her turn. The leader of the Winged Monkeys flew up to
her, his long, hairy arms stretched out and his ugly face grinning
terribly; but he saw the mark of the Good Witch's kiss upon her
forehead and stopped short, motioning the others not to touch
her.
"We dare not harm this little girl," he said to them, "for she
is protected by the Power of Good, and that is greater than the
Power of Evil. All we can do is to carry her to the castle of the
Wicked Witch and leave her there."
So, carefully and gently, they lifted Dorothy in their arms and
carried her swiftly through the air until they came to the castle,
where they set her down upon the front doorstep. Then the leader
said to the Witch:
"We have obeyed you as far as we were able. The Tin Woodman and
the Scarecrow are destroyed, and the Lion is tied up in your yard.
The little girl we dare not harm, nor the dog she carries in her
arms. Your power over our band is now ended, and you will never see
us again."
Then all the Winged Monkeys, with much laughing and chattering
and noise, flew into the air and were soon out of sight.
The Wicked Witch was both surprised and worried when she saw the
mark on Dorothy's forehead, for she knew well that neither themark on Dorothy's forehead, for she knew well that neither the
Winged Monkeys nor she, herself, dare hurt the girl in any way. She
looked down at Dorothy's feet, and seeing the Silver Shoes, began
to tremble with fear, for she knew what a powerful charm belonged
to them. At first the Witch was tempted to run away from Dorothy;
but she happened to look into the child's eyes and saw how simple
the soul behind them was, and that the little girl did not know of
the wonderful power the Silver Shoes gave her. So the Wicked Witch
laughed to herself, and thought, "I can still make her my slave,
for she does not know how to use her power." Then she said to
Dorothy, harshly and severely:
"Come with me; and see that you mind everything I tell you, for
if you do not I will make an end of you, as I did of the Tin
Woodman and the Scarecrow."
Dorothy followed her through many of the beautiful rooms in her
castle until they came to the kitchen, where the Witch bade her
clean the pots and kettles and sweep the floor and keep the fire
fed with wood.
Dorothy went to work meekly, with her mind made up to work as
hard as she could; for she was glad the Wicked Witch had decided
not to kill her.
With Dorothy hard at work, the Witch thought she would go into
the courtyard and harness the Cowardly Lion like a horse; it would
amuse her, she was sure, to make him draw her chariot whenever she
wished to go to drive. But as she opened the gate the Lion gave a
loud roar and bounded at her so fiercely that the Witch was afraid,
and ran out and shut the gate again.
"If I cannot harness you," said the Witch to the Lion, speaking
through the bars of the gate, "I can starve you. You shall have
nothing to eat until you do as I wish."
So after that she took no food to the imprisoned Lion; but every
day she came to the gate at noon and asked, "Are you ready to be
harnessed like a horse?"
And the Lion would answer, "No. If you come in this yard, I will
bite you."
The reason the Lion did not have to do as the Witch wished was


bite you."
The reason the Lion did not have to do as the Witch wished was
that every night, while the woman was asleep, Dorothy carried him
food from the cupboard. After he had eaten he would lie down on his
bed of straw, and Dorothy would lie beside him and put her head on
his soft, shaggy mane, while they talked of their troubles and
tried to plan some way to escape. But they could find no way to get
out of the castle, for it was constantly guarded by the yellow
Winkies, who were the slaves of the Wicked Witch and too afraid of
her not to do as she told them.
The girl had to work hard during the day, and often the Witch
threatened to beat her with the same old umbrella she always
carried in her hand. But, in truth, she did not dare to strike
Dorothy, because of the mark upon her forehead. The child did not
know this, and was full of fear for herself and Toto. Once the
Witch struck Toto a blow with her umbrella and the brave little dog
flew at her and bit her leg in return. The Witch did not bleed
where she was bitten, for she was so wicked that the blood in her
had dried up many years before.
Dorothy's life became very sad as she grew to understand that it
would be harder than ever to get back to Kansas and Aunt Em again.
Sometimes she would cry bitterly for hours, with Toto sitting at
her feet and looking into her face, whining dismally to show how
sorry he was for his little mistress. Toto did not really care
whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was
with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy, and that made
him unhappy too.
Now the Wicked Witch had a great longing to have for her own the
Silver Shoes which the girl always wore. Her bees and her crows and
her wolves were lying in heaps and drying up, and she had used up
all the power of the Golden Cap; but if she could only get hold of
the Silver Shoes, they would give her more power than all the other
things she had lost. She watched Dorothy carefully, to see if shethings she had lost. She watched Dorothy carefully, to see if she
ever took off her shoes, thinking she might steal them. But the
child was so proud of her pretty shoes that she never took them off
except at night and when she took her bath. The Witch was too much
afraid of the dark to dare go in Dorothy's room at night to take
the shoes, and her dread of water was greater than her fear of the
dark, so she never came near when Dorothy was bathing. Indeed, the
old Witch never touched water, nor ever let water touch her in any
way.
But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally
thought of a trick that would give her what she wanted. She placed
a bar of iron in the middle of the kitchen floor, and then by her
magic arts made the iron invisible to human eyes. So that when
Dorothy walked across the floor she stumbled over the bar, not
being able to see it, and fell at full length. She was not much
hurt, but in her fall one of the Silver Shoes came off; and before
she could reach it, the Witch had snatched it away and put it on
her own skinny foot.
The wicked woman was greatly pleased with the success of her
trick, for as long as she had one of the shoes she owned half the
power of their charm, and Dorothy could not use it against her,
even had she known how to do so.
The little girl, seeing she had lost one of her pretty shoes,
grew angry, and said to the Witch, "Give me back my shoe!"
"I will not," retorted the Witch, "for it is now my shoe, and
not yours."
"You are a wicked creature!" cried Dorothy. "You have no right
to take my shoe from me."
"I shall keep it, just the same," said the Witch, laughing at
her, "and someday I shall get the other one from you, too."
This made Dorothy so very angry that she picked up the bucket of
water that stood near and dashed it over the Witch, wetting her
from head to foot.
Instantly the wicked woman gave a loud cry of fear, and then, as
Dorothy looked at her in wonder, the Witch began to shrink and fall
away.
"See what you have done!" she screamed. "In a minute I shallaway.
"See what you have done!" she screamed. "In a minute I shall
melt away."
"I'm very sorry, indeed," said Dorothy, who was truly frightened
to see the Witch actually melting away like brown sugar before her
very eyes.
"Didn't you know water would be the end of me?" asked the Witch,
in a wailing, despairing voice.
"Of course not," answered Dorothy. "How should I?"
"Well, in a few minutes I shall be all melted, and you will have
the castle to yourself. I have been wicked in my day, but I never
thought a little girl like you would ever be able to melt me and
end my wicked deeds. Look out—here I go!"
With these words the Witch fell down in a brown, melted,
shapeless mass and began to spread over the clean boards of the
kitchen floor. Seeing that she had really melted away to nothing,
Dorothy drew another bucket of water and threw it over the mess.
She then swept it all out the door. After picking out the silver
shoe, which was all that was left of the old woman, she cleaned and
dried it with a cloth, and put it on her foot again. Then, being at
last free to do as she chose, she ran out to the courtyard to tell
the Lion that the Wicked Witch of the West had come to an end, and
that they were no longer prisoners in a strange land.The Cowardly Lion was much pleased to hear that the Wicked Witch
had been melted by a bucket of water, and Dorothy at once unlocked
the gate of his prison and set him free. They went in together to
the castle, where Dorothy's first act was to call all the Winkies
together and tell them that they were no longer slaves.
There was great rejoicing among the yellow Winkies, for they had
been made to work hard during many years for the Wicked Witch, who
had always treated them with great cruelty. They kept this day as a
holiday, then and ever after, and spent the time in feasting and
dancing.
"If our friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, were only
with us," said the Lion, "I should be quite happy."
"Don't you suppose we could rescue them?" asked the girl
anxiously.
"We can try," answered the Lion.
So they called the yellow Winkies and asked them if they would
help to rescue their friends, and the Winkies said that they would
be delighted to do all in their power for Dorothy, who had set them
free from bondage. So she chose a number of the Winkies who looked
as if they knew the most, and they all started away. They traveled
that day and part of the next until they came to the rocky plain
where the Tin Woodman lay, all battered and bent. His axe was near
him, but the blade was rusted and the handle broken off short.
The Winkies lifted him tenderly in their arms, and carried him
back to the Yellow Castle again, Dorothy shedding a few tears by
the way at the sad plight of her old friend, and the Lion looking
sober and sorry. When they reached the castle Dorothy said to the
Winkies:
"Are any of your people tinsmiths?"
"Oh, yes. Some of us are very good tinsmiths," they told
her.
"Then bring them to me," she said. And when the tinsmiths came,
bringing with them all their tools in baskets, she inquired, "Can
you straighten out those dents in the Tin Woodman, and bend him
back into shape again, and solder him together where he is
broken?"
The tinsmiths looked the Woodman over carefully and then


broken?"
The tinsmiths looked the Woodman over carefully and then
answered that they thought they could mend him so he would be as
good as ever. So they set to work in one of the big yellow rooms of
the castle and worked for three days and four nights, hammering and
twisting and bending and soldering and polishing and pounding at
the legs and body and head of the Tin Woodman, until at last he was
straightened out into his old form, and his joints worked as well
as ever. To be sure, there were several patches on him, but the
tinsmiths did a good job, and as the Woodman was not a vain man he
did not mind the patches at all.
When, at last, he walked into Dorothy's room and thanked her for
rescuing him, he was so pleased that he wept tears of joy, and
Dorothy had to wipe every tear carefully from his face with her
apron, so his joints would not be rusted. At the same time her own
tears fell thick and fast at the joy of meeting her old friend
again, and these tears did not need to be wiped away. As for the
Lion, he wiped his eyes so often with the tip of his tail that it
became quite wet, and he was obliged to go out into the courtyard
and hold it in the sun till it dried.
"If we only had the Scarecrow with us again," said the Tin
Woodman, when Dorothy had finished telling him everything that had
happened, "I should be quite happy."
"We must try to find him," said the girl.
So she called the Winkies to help her, and they walked all that
day and part of the next until they came to the tall tree in the
branches of which the Winged Monkeys had tossed the Scarecrow's
clothes.
It was a very tall tree, and the trunk was so smooth that no one
could climb it; but the Woodman said at once, "I'll chop it down,
and then we can get the Scarecrow's clothes."
Now while the tinsmiths had been at work mending the Woodman
himself, another of the Winkies, who was a goldsmith, had made an
axe-handle of solid gold and fitted it to the Woodman's axe,
instead of the old broken handle. Others polished the blade untilinstead of the old broken handle. Others polished the blade until
all the rust was removed and it glistened like burnished
silver.
As soon as he had spoken, the Tin Woodman began to chop, and in
a short time the tree fell over with a crash, whereupon the
Scarecrow's clothes fell out of the branches and rolled off on the
ground.
Dorothy picked them up and had the Winkies carry them back to
the castle, where they were stuffed with nice, clean straw; and
behold! here was the Scarecrow, as good as ever, thanking them over
and over again for saving him.
Now that they were reunited, Dorothy and her friends spent a few
happy days at the Yellow Castle, where they found everything they
needed to make them comfortable.
But one day the girl thought of Aunt Em, and said, "We must go
back to Oz, and claim his promise."
"Yes," said the Woodman, "at last I shall get my heart."
"And I shall get my brains," added the Scarecrow joyfully.
"And I shall get my courage," said the Lion thoughtfully.
"And I shall get back to Kansas," cried Dorothy, clapping her
hands. "Oh, let us start for the Emerald City tomorrow!"
This they decided to do. The next day they called the Winkies
together and bade them good-bye. The Winkies were sorry to have
them go, and they had grown so fond of the Tin Woodman that they
begged him to stay and rule over them and the Yellow Land of the
West. Finding they were determined to go, the Winkies gave Toto and
the Lion each a golden collar; and to Dorothy they presented a
beautiful bracelet studded with diamonds; and to the Scarecrow they
gave a gold-headed walking stick, to keep him from stumbling; and
to the Tin Woodman they offered a silver oil-can, inlaid with gold
and set with precious jewels.
Every one of the travelers made the Winkies a pretty speech in
return, and all shook hands with them until their arms ached.
Dorothy went to the Witch's cupboard to fill her basket with
food for the journey, and there she saw the Golden Cap. She tried
it on her own head and found that it fitted her exactly. She didit on her own head and found that it fitted her exactly. She did
not know anything about the charm of the Golden Cap, but she saw
that it was pretty, so she made up her mind to wear it and carry
her sunbonnet in the basket.
Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the
Emerald City; and the Winkies gave them three cheers and many good
wishes to carry with them.You will remember there was no road—not even a pathway—between
the castle of the Wicked Witch and the Emerald City. When the four
travelers went in search of the Witch she had seen them coming, and
so sent the Winged Monkeys to bring them to her. It was much harder
to find their way back through the big fields of buttercups and
yellow daisies than it was being carried. They knew, of course,
they must go straight east, toward the rising sun; and they started
off in the right way. But at noon, when the sun was over their
heads, they did not know which was east and which was west, and
that was the reason they were lost in the great fields. They kept
on walking, however, and at night the moon came out and shone
brightly. So they lay down among the sweet smelling yellow flowers
and slept soundly until morning—all but the Scarecrow and the Tin
Woodman.
The next morning the sun was behind a cloud, but they started
on, as if they were quite sure which way they were going.
"If we walk far enough," said Dorothy, "I am sure we shall
sometime come to some place."
But day by day passed away, and they still saw nothing before
them but the scarlet fields. The Scarecrow began to grumble a
bit.
"We have surely lost our way," he said, "and unless we find it
again in time to reach the Emerald City, I shall never get my
brains."
"Nor I my heart," declared the Tin Woodman. "It seems to me I
can scarcely wait till I get to Oz, and you must admit this is a
very long journey."
"You see," said the Cowardly Lion, with a whimper, "I haven't
the courage to keep tramping forever, without getting anywhere at
all."
Then Dorothy lost heart. She sat down on the grass and looked at
her companions, and they sat down and looked at her, and Toto found
that for the first time in his life he was too tired to chase a
butterfly that flew past his head. So he put out his tongue and
panted and looked at Dorothy as if to ask what they should do
next.
"Suppose we call the field mice," she suggested. "They could


next.
"Suppose we call the field mice," she suggested. "They could
probably tell us the way to the Emerald City."
"To be sure they could," cried the Scarecrow. "Why didn't we
think of that before?"
Dorothy blew the little whistle she had always carried about her
neck since the Queen of the Mice had given it to her. In a few
minutes they heard the pattering of tiny feet, and many of the
small gray mice came running up to her. Among them was the Queen
herself, who asked, in her squeaky little voice:
"What can I do for my friends?"
"We have lost our way," said Dorothy. "Can you tell us where the
Emerald City is?"
"Certainly," answered the Queen; "but it is a great way off, for
you have had it at your backs all this time." Then she noticed
Dorothy's Golden Cap, and said, "Why don't you use the charm of the
Cap, and call the Winged Monkeys to you? They will carry you to the
City of Oz in less than an hour."
"I didn't know there was a charm," answered Dorothy, in
surprise. "What is it?"
"It is written inside the Golden Cap," replied the Queen of the
Mice. "But if you are going to call the Winged Monkeys we must run
away, for they are full of mischief and think it great fun to
plague us."
"Won't they hurt me?" asked the girl anxiously.
"Oh, no. They must obey the wearer of the Cap. Good-bye!" And
she scampered out of sight, with all the mice hurrying after
her.
Dorothy looked inside the Golden Cap and saw some words written
upon the lining. These, she thought, must be the charm, so she read
the directions carefully and put the Cap upon her head.
"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!" she said, standing on her left
foot.
"What did you say?" asked the Scarecrow, who did not know what
she was doing.
"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!" Dorothy went on, standing this time on
her right foot.
"Hello!" replied the Tin Woodman calmly.
"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!" said Dorothy, who was now standing on
both feet. This ended the saying of the charm, and they heard a
great chattering and flapping of wings, as the band of Winged
Monkeys flew up to them.great chattering and flapping of wings, as the band of Winged
Monkeys flew up to them.
The King bowed low before Dorothy, and asked, "What is your
command?"
"We wish to go to the Emerald City," said the child, "and we
have lost our way."
"We will carry you," replied the King, and no sooner had he
spoken than two of the Monkeys caught Dorothy in their arms and
flew away with her. Others took the Scarecrow and the Woodman and
the Lion, and one little Monkey seized Toto and flew after them,
although the dog tried hard to bite him.
The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were rather frightened at
first, for they remembered how badly the Winged Monkeys had treated
them before; but they saw that no harm was intended, so they rode
through the air quite cheerfully, and had a fine time looking at
the pretty gardens and woods far below them.
Dorothy found herself riding easily between two of the biggest
Monkeys, one of them the King himself. They had made a chair of
their hands and were careful not to hurt her.
"Why do you have to obey the charm of the Golden Cap?" she
asked.
"That is a long story," answered the King, with a Winged laugh;
"but as we have a long journey before us, I will pass the time by
telling you about it, if you wish."
"I shall be glad to hear it," she replied.
"Once," began the leader, "we were a free people, living happily
in the great forest, flying from tree to tree, eating nuts and
fruit, and doing just as we pleased without calling anybody master.
Perhaps some of us were rather too full of mischief at times,
flying down to pull the tails of the animals that had no wings,
chasing birds, and throwing nuts at the people who walked in the
forest. But we were careless and happy and full of fun, and enjoyed
every minute of the day. This was many years ago, long before Oz
came out of the clouds to rule over this land.
"There lived here then, away at the North, a beautiful princess,
who was also a powerful sorceress. All her magic was used to helpwho was also a powerful sorceress. All her magic was used to help
the people, and she was never known to hurt anyone who was good.
Her name was Gayelette, and she lived in a handsome palace built
from great blocks of ruby. Everyone loved her, but her greatest
sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all
the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful
and wise. At last, however, she found a boy who was handsome and
manly and wise beyond his years. Gayelette made up her mind that
when he grew to be a man she would make him her husband, so she
took him to her ruby palace and used all her magic powers to make
him as strong and good and lovely as any woman could wish. When he
grew to manhood, Quelala, as he was called, was said to be the best
and wisest man in all the land, while his manly beauty was so great
that Gayelette loved him dearly, and hastened to make everything
ready for the wedding.
"My grandfather was at that time the King of the Winged Monkeys
which lived in the forest near Gayelette's palace, and the old
fellow loved a joke better than a good dinner. One day, just before
the wedding, my grandfather was flying out with his band when he
saw Quelala walking beside the river. He was dressed in a rich
costume of pink silk and purple velvet, and my grandfather thought
he would see what he could do. At his word the band flew down and
seized Quelala, carried him in their arms until they were over the
middle of the river, and then dropped him into the water.
"`Swim out, my fine fellow,' cried my grandfather, `and see if
the water has spotted your clothes.' Quelala was much too wise not
to swim, and he was not in the least spoiled by all his good
fortune. He laughed, when he came to the top of the water, and swam
in to shore. But when Gayelette came running out to him she found
his silks and velvet all ruined by the river.
"The princess was angry, and she knew, of course, who did it.
She had all the Winged Monkeys brought before her, and she said at


She had all the Winged Monkeys brought before her, and she said at
first that their wings should be tied and they should be treated as
they had treated Quelala, and dropped in the river. But my
grandfather pleaded hard, for he knew the Monkeys would drown in
the river with their wings tied, and Quelala said a kind word for
them also; so that Gayelette finally spared them, on condition that
the Winged Monkeys should ever after do three times the bidding of
the owner of the Golden Cap. This Cap had been made for a wedding
present to Quelala, and it is said to have cost the princess half
her kingdom. Of course my grandfather and all the other Monkeys at
once agreed to the condition, and that is how it happens that we
are three times the slaves of the owner of the Golden Cap,
whosoever he may be."
"And what became of them?" asked Dorothy, who had been greatly
interested in the story.
"Quelala being the first owner of the Golden Cap," replied the
Monkey, "he was the first to lay his wishes upon us. As his bride
could not bear the sight of us, he called us all to him in the
forest after he had married her and ordered us always to keep where
she could never again set eyes on a Winged Monkey, which we were
glad to do, for we were all afraid of her.
"This was all we ever had to do until the Golden Cap fell into
the hands of the Wicked Witch of the West, who made us enslave the
Winkies, and afterward drive Oz himself out of the Land of the
West. Now the Golden Cap is yours, and three times you have the
right to lay your wishes upon us."
As the Monkey King finished his story Dorothy looked down and
saw the green, shining walls of the Emerald City before them. She
wondered at the rapid flight of the Monkeys, but was glad the
journey was over. The strange creatures set the travelers down
carefully before the gate of the City, the King bowed low to
Dorothy, and then flew swiftly away, followed by all his band.
"That was a good ride," said the little girl.
"Yes, and a quick way out of our troubles," replied the Lion."Yes, and a quick way out of our troubles," replied the Lion.
"How lucky it was you brought away that wonderful Cap!"The four travelers walked up to the great gate of Emerald City
and rang the bell. After ringing several times, it was opened by
the same Guardian of the Gates they had met before.
"What! are you back again?" he asked, in surprise.
"Do you not see us?" answered the Scarecrow.
"But I thought you had gone to visit the Wicked Witch of the
West."
"We did visit her," said the Scarecrow.
"And she let you go again?" asked the man, in wonder.
"She could not help it, for she is melted," explained the
Scarecrow.
"Melted! Well, that is good news, indeed," said the man. "Who
melted her?"
"It was Dorothy," said the Lion gravely.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed the man, and he bowed very low indeed
before her.
Then he led them into his little room and locked the spectacles
from the great box on all their eyes, just as he had done before.
Afterward they passed on through the gate into the Emerald City.
When the people heard from the Guardian of the Gates that Dorothy
had melted the Wicked Witch of the West, they all gathered around
the travelers and followed them in a great crowd to the Palace of
Oz.
The soldier with the green whiskers was still on guard before
the door, but he let them in at once, and they were again met by
the beautiful green girl, who showed each of them to their old
rooms at once, so they might rest until the Great Oz was ready to
receive them.
The soldier had the news carried straight to Oz that Dorothy and
the other travelers had come back again, after destroying the
Wicked Witch; but Oz made no reply. They thought the Great Wizard
would send for them at once, but he did not. They had no word from
him the next day, nor the next, nor the next. The waiting was
tiresome and wearing, and at last they grew vexed that Oz should
treat them in so poor a fashion, after sending them to undergo
hardships and slavery. So the Scarecrow at last asked the green
girl to take another message to Oz, saying if he did not let them
in to see him at once they would call the Winged Monkeys to helpin to see him at once they would call the Winged Monkeys to help
them, and find out whether he kept his promises or not. When the
Wizard was given this message he was so frightened that he sent
word for them to come to the Throne Room at four minutes after nine
o'clock the next morning. He had once met the Winged Monkeys in the
Land of the West, and he did not wish to meet them again.
The four travelers passed a sleepless night, each thinking of
the gift Oz had promised to bestow on him. Dorothy fell asleep only
once, and then she dreamed she was in Kansas, where Aunt Em was
telling her how glad she was to have her little girl at home
again.
Promptly at nine o'clock the next morning the green-whiskered
soldier came to them, and four minutes later they all went into the
Throne Room of the Great Oz.
Of course each one of them expected to see the Wizard in the
shape he had taken before, and all were greatly surprised when they
looked about and saw no one at all in the room. They kept close to
the door and closer to one another, for the stillness of the empty
room was more dreadful than any of the forms they had seen Oz
take.
Presently they heard a solemn Voice, that seemed to come from
somewhere near the top of the great dome, and it said:
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Why do you seek me?"
They looked again in every part of the room, and then, seeing no
one, Dorothy asked, "Where are you?"
"I am everywhere," answered the Voice, "but to the eyes of
common mortals I am invisible. I will now seat myself upon my
throne, that you may converse with me." Indeed, the Voice seemed
just then to come straight from the throne itself; so they walked
toward it and stood in a row while Dorothy said:
"We have come to claim our promise, O Oz."
"What promise?" asked Oz.
"You promised to send me back to Kansas when the Wicked Witch
was destroyed," said the girl.
"And you promised to give me brains," said the Scarecrow.
"And you promised to give me a heart," said the Tin Woodman.


"And you promised to give me a heart," said the Tin Woodman.
"And you promised to give me courage," said the Cowardly
Lion.
"Is the Wicked Witch really destroyed?" asked the Voice, and
Dorothy thought it trembled a little.
"Yes," she answered, "I melted her with a bucket of water."
"Dear me," said the Voice, "how sudden! Well, come to me
tomorrow, for I must have time to think it over."
"You've had plenty of time already," said the Tin Woodman
angrily.
"We shan't wait a day longer," said the Scarecrow.
"You must keep your promises to us!" exclaimed Dorothy.
The Lion thought it might be as well to frighten the Wizard, so
he gave a large, loud roar, which was so fierce and dreadful that
Toto jumped away from him in alarm and tipped over the screen that
stood in a corner. As it fell with a crash they looked that way,
and the next moment all of them were filled with wonder. For they
saw, standing in just the spot the screen had hidden, a little old
man, with a bald head and a wrinkled face, who seemed to be as much
surprised as they were. The Tin Woodman, raising his axe, rushed
toward the little man and cried out, "Who are you?"
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," said the little man, in a
trembling voice. "But don't strike me—please don't—and I'll do
anything you want me to."
Our friends looked at him in surprise and dismay.
"I thought Oz was a great Head," said Dorothy.
"And I thought Oz was a lovely Lady," said the Scarecrow.
"And I thought Oz was a terrible Beast," said the Tin
Woodman.
"And I thought Oz was a Ball of Fire," exclaimed the Lion.
"No, you are all wrong," said the little man meekly. "I have
been making believe."
"Making believe!" cried Dorothy. "Are you not a Great
Wizard?"
"Hush, my dear," he said. "Don't speak so loud, or you will be
overheard—and I should be ruined. I'm supposed to be a Great
Wizard."
"And aren't you?" she asked.
"Not a bit of it, my dear; I'm just a common man."
"You're more than that," said the Scarecrow, in a grieved tone;
"you're a humbug.""You're more than that," said the Scarecrow, in a grieved tone;
"you're a humbug."
"Exactly so!" declared the little man, rubbing his hands
together as if it pleased him. "I am a humbug."
"But this is terrible," said the Tin Woodman. "How shall I ever
get my heart?"
"Or I my courage?" asked the Lion.
"Or I my brains?" wailed the Scarecrow, wiping the tears from
his eyes with his coat sleeve.
"My dear friends," said Oz, "I pray you not to speak of these
little things. Think of me, and the terrible trouble I'm in at
being found out."
"Doesn't anyone else know you're a humbug?" asked Dorothy.
"No one knows it but you four—and myself," replied Oz. "I have
fooled everyone so long that I thought I should never be found out.
It was a great mistake my ever letting you into the Throne Room.
Usually I will not see even my subjects, and so they believe I am
something terrible."
"But, I don't understand," said Dorothy, in bewilderment. "How
was it that you appeared to me as a great Head?"
"That was one of my tricks," answered Oz. "Step this way,
please, and I will tell you all about it."
He led the way to a small chamber in the rear of the Throne
Room, and they all followed him. He pointed to one corner, in which
lay the great Head, made out of many thicknesses of paper, and with
a carefully painted face.
"This I hung from the ceiling by a wire," said Oz. "I stood
behind the screen and pulled a thread, to make the eyes move and
the mouth open."
"But how about the voice?" she inquired.
"Oh, I am a ventriloquist," said the little man. "I can throw
the sound of my voice wherever I wish, so that you thought it was
coming out of the Head. Here are the other things I used to deceive
you." He showed the Scarecrow the dress and the mask he had worn
when he seemed to be the lovely Lady. And the Tin Woodman saw that
his terrible Beast was nothing but a lot of skins, sewn together,
with slats to keep their sides out. As for the Ball of Fire, the
false Wizard had hung that also from the ceiling. It was really afalse Wizard had hung that also from the ceiling. It was really a
ball of cotton, but when oil was poured upon it the ball burned
fiercely.
"Really," said the Scarecrow, "you ought to be ashamed of
yourself for being such a humbug."
"I am—I certainly am," answered the little man sorrowfully; "but
it was the only thing I could do. Sit down, please, there are
plenty of chairs; and I will tell you my story."
So they sat down and listened while he told the following
tale.
"I was born in Omaha—"
"Why, that isn't very far from Kansas!" cried Dorothy.
"No, but it's farther from here," he said, shaking his head at
her sadly. "When I grew up I became a ventriloquist, and at that I
was very well trained by a great master. I can imitate any kind of
a bird or beast." Here he mewed so like a kitten that Toto pricked
up his ears and looked everywhere to see where she was. "After a
time," continued Oz, "I tired of that, and became a
balloonist."
"What is that?" asked Dorothy.
"A man who goes up in a balloon on circus day, so as to draw a
crowd of people together and get them to pay to see the circus," he
explained.
"Oh," she said, "I know."
"Well, one day I went up in a balloon and the ropes got twisted,
so that I couldn't come down again. It went way up above the
clouds, so far that a current of air struck it and carried it many,
many miles away. For a day and a night I traveled through the air,
and on the morning of the second day I awoke and found the balloon
floating over a strange and beautiful country.
"It came down gradually, and I was not hurt a bit. But I found
myself in the midst of a strange people, who, seeing me come from
the clouds, thought I was a great Wizard. Of course I let them
think so, because they were afraid of me, and promised to do
anything I wished them to.
"Just to amuse myself, and keep the good people busy, I ordered
them to build this City, and my Palace; and they did it all
willingly and well. Then I thought, as the country was so green and


willingly and well. Then I thought, as the country was so green and
beautiful, I would call it the Emerald City; and to make the name
fit better I put green spectacles on all the people, so that
everything they saw was green."
"But isn't everything here green?" asked Dorothy.
"No more than in any other city," replied Oz; "but when you wear
green spectacles, why of course everything you see looks green to
you. The Emerald City was built a great many years ago, for I was a
young man when the balloon brought me here, and I am a very old man
now. But my people have worn green glasses on their eyes so long
that most of them think it really is an Emerald City, and it
certainly is a beautiful place, abounding in jewels and precious
metals, and every good thing that is needed to make one happy. I
have been good to the people, and they like me; but ever since this
Palace was built, I have shut myself up and would not see any of
them.
"One of my greatest fears was the Witches, for while I had no
magical powers at all I soon found out that the Witches were really
able to do wonderful things. There were four of them in this
country, and they ruled the people who live in the North and South
and East and West. Fortunately, the Witches of the North and South
were good, and I knew they would do me no harm; but the Witches of
the East and West were terribly wicked, and had they not thought I
was more powerful than they themselves, they would surely have
destroyed me. As it was, I lived in deadly fear of them for many
years; so you can imagine how pleased I was when I heard your house
had fallen on the Wicked Witch of the East. When you came to me, I
was willing to promise anything if you would only do away with the
other Witch; but, now that you have melted her, I am ashamed to say
that I cannot keep my promises."
"I think you are a very bad man," said Dorothy.
"Oh, no, my dear; I'm really a very good man, but I'm a very bad
Wizard, I must admit."
"Can't you give me brains?" asked the Scarecrow.Wizard, I must admit."
"Can't you give me brains?" asked the Scarecrow.
"You don't need them. You are learning something every day. A
baby has brains, but it doesn't know much. Experience is the only
thing that brings knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the
more experience you are sure to get."
"That may all be true," said the Scarecrow, "but I shall be very
unhappy unless you give me brains."
The false Wizard looked at him carefully.
"Well," he said with a sigh, "I'm not much of a magician, as I
said; but if you will come to me tomorrow morning, I will stuff
your head with brains. I cannot tell you how to use them, however;
you must find that out for yourself."
"Oh, thank you—thank you!" cried the Scarecrow. "I'll find a way
to use them, never fear!"
"But how about my courage?" asked the Lion anxiously.
"You have plenty of courage, I am sure," answered Oz. "All you
need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is
not afraid when it faces danger. The True courage is in facing
danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in
plenty."
"Perhaps I have, but I'm scared just the same," said the Lion.
"I shall really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of
courage that makes one forget he is afraid."
"Very well, I will give you that sort of courage tomorrow,"
replied Oz.
"How about my heart?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"Why, as for that," answered Oz, "I think you are wrong to want
a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are
in luck not to have a heart."
"That must be a matter of opinion," said the Tin Woodman. "For
my part, I will bear all the unhappiness without a murmur, if you
will give me the heart."
"Very well," answered Oz meekly. "Come to me tomorrow and you
shall have a heart. I have played Wizard for so many years that I
may as well continue the part a little longer."
"And now," said Dorothy, "how am I to get back to Kansas?"
"We shall have to think about that," replied the little man."We shall have to think about that," replied the little man.
"Give me two or three days to consider the matter and I'll try to
find a way to carry you over the desert. In the meantime you shall
all be treated as my guests, and while you live in the Palace my
people will wait upon you and obey your slightest wish. There is
only one thing I ask in return for my help—such as it is. You must
keep my secret and tell no one I am a humbug."
They agreed to say nothing of what they had learned, and went
back to their rooms in high spirits. Even Dorothy had hope that
"The Great and Terrible Humbug," as she called him, would find a
way to send her back to Kansas, and if he did she was willing to
forgive him everything.For three days Dorothy heard nothing from Oz. These were sad
days for the little girl, although her friends were all quite happy
and contented. The Scarecrow told them there were wonderful
thoughts in his head; but he would not say what they were because
he knew no one could understand them but himself. When the Tin
Woodman walked about he felt his heart rattling around in his
breast; and he told Dorothy he had discovered it to be a kinder and
more tender heart than the one he had owned when he was made of
flesh. The Lion declared he was afraid of nothing on earth, and
would gladly face an army or a dozen of the fierce Kalidahs.
Thus each of the little party was satisfied except Dorothy, who
longed more than ever to get back to Kansas.
On the fourth day, to her great joy, Oz sent for her, and when
she entered the Throne Room he greeted her pleasantly:
"Sit down, my dear; I think I have found the way to get you out
of this country."
"And back to Kansas?" she asked eagerly.
"Well, I'm not sure about Kansas," said Oz, "for I haven't the
faintest notion which way it lies. But the first thing to do is to
cross the desert, and then it should be easy to find your way
home."
"How can I cross the desert?" she inquired.
"Well, I'll tell you what I think," said the little man. "You
see, when I came to this country it was in a balloon. You also came
through the air, being carried by a cyclone. So I believe the best
way to get across the desert will be through the air. Now, it is
quite beyond my powers to make a cyclone; but I've been thinking
the matter over, and I believe I can make a balloon."
"How?" asked Dorothy.
"A balloon," said Oz, "is made of silk, which is coated with
glue to keep the gas in it. I have plenty of silk in the Palace, so
it will be no trouble to make the balloon. But in all this country
there is no gas to fill the balloon with, to make it float."
"If it won't float," remarked Dorothy, "it will be of no use to
us."
"True," answered Oz. "But there is another way to make it float,


us."
"True," answered Oz. "But there is another way to make it float,
which is to fill it with hot air. Hot air isn't as good as gas, for
if the air should get cold the balloon would come down in the
desert, and we should be lost."
"We!" exclaimed the girl. "Are you going with me?"
"Yes, of course," replied Oz. "I am tired of being such a
humbug. If I should go out of this Palace my people would soon
discover I am not a Wizard, and then they would be vexed with me
for having deceived them. So I have to stay shut up in these rooms
all day, and it gets tiresome. I'd much rather go back to Kansas
with you and be in a circus again."
"I shall be glad to have your company," said Dorothy.
"Thank you," he answered. "Now, if you will help me sew the silk
together, we will begin to work on our balloon."
So Dorothy took a needle and thread, and as fast as Oz cut the
strips of silk into proper shape the girl sewed them neatly
together. First there was a strip of light green silk, then a strip
of dark green and then a strip of emerald green; for Oz had a fancy
to make the balloon in different shades of the color about them. It
took three days to sew all the strips together, but when it was
finished they had a big bag of green silk more than twenty feet
long.
Then Oz painted it on the inside with a coat of thin glue, to
make it airtight, after which he announced that the balloon was
ready.
"But we must have a basket to ride in," he said. So he sent the
soldier with the green whiskers for a big clothes basket, which he
fastened with many ropes to the bottom of the balloon.
When it was all ready, Oz sent word to his people that he was
going to make a visit to a great brother Wizard who lived in the
clouds. The news spread rapidly throughout the city and everyone
came to see the wonderful sight.
Oz ordered the balloon carried out in front of the Palace, and
the people gazed upon it with much curiosity. The Tin Woodman had
chopped a big pile of wood, and now he made a fire of it, and Ozchopped a big pile of wood, and now he made a fire of it, and Oz
held the bottom of the balloon over the fire so that the hot air
that arose from it would be caught in the silken bag. Gradually the
balloon swelled out and rose into the air, until finally the basket
just touched the ground.
Then Oz got into the basket and said to all the people in a loud
voice:
"I am now going away to make a visit. While I am gone the
Scarecrow will rule over you. I command you to obey him as you
would me."
The balloon was by this time tugging hard at the rope that held
it to the ground, for the air within it was hot, and this made it
so much lighter in weight than the air without that it pulled hard
to rise into the sky.
"Come, Dorothy!" cried the Wizard. "Hurry up, or the balloon
will fly away."
"I can't find Toto anywhere," replied Dorothy, who did not wish
to leave her little dog behind. Toto had run into the crowd to bark
at a kitten, and Dorothy at last found him. She picked him up and
ran towards the balloon.
She was within a few steps of it, and Oz was holding out his
hands to help her into the basket, when, crack! went the ropes, and
the balloon rose into the air without her.
"Come back!" she screamed. "I want to go, too!"
"I can't come back, my dear," called Oz from the basket.
"Good-bye!"
"Good-bye!" shouted everyone, and all eyes were turned upward to
where the Wizard was riding in the basket, rising every moment
farther and farther into the sky.
And that was the last any of them ever saw of Oz, the Wonderful
Wizard, though he may have reached Omaha safely, and be there now,
for all we know. But the people remembered him lovingly, and said
to one another:
"Oz was always our friend. When he was here he built for us this
beautiful Emerald City, and now he is gone he has left the Wise
Scarecrow to rule over us."
Still, for many days they grieved over the loss of the Wonderful
Wizard, and would not be comforted.Dorothy wept bitterly at the passing of her hope to get home to
Kansas again; but when she thought it all over she was glad she had
not gone up in a balloon. And she also felt sorry at losing Oz, and
so did her companions.
The Tin Woodman came to her and said:
"Truly I should be ungrateful if I failed to mourn for the man
who gave me my lovely heart. I should like to cry a little because
Oz is gone, if you will kindly wipe away my tears, so that I shall
not rust."
"With pleasure," she answered, and brought a towel at once. Then
the Tin Woodman wept for several minutes, and she watched the tears
carefully and wiped them away with the towel. When he had finished,
he thanked her kindly and oiled himself thoroughly with his jeweled
oil-can, to guard against mishap.
The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City, and
although he was not a Wizard the people were proud of him. "For,"
they said, "there is not another city in all the world that is
ruled by a stuffed man." And, so far as they knew, they were quite
right.
The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz, the four
travelers met in the Throne Room and talked matters over. The
Scarecrow sat in the big throne and the others stood respectfully
before him.
"We are not so unlucky," said the new ruler, "for this Palace
and the Emerald City belong to us, and we can do just as we please.
When I remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a
farmer's cornfield, and that now I am the ruler of this beautiful
City, I am quite satisfied with my lot."
"I also," said the Tin Woodman, "am well-pleased with my new
heart; and, really, that was the only thing I wished in all the
world."
"For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave as any beast
that ever lived, if not braver," said the Lion modestly.
"If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the Emerald
City," continued the Scarecrow, "we might all be happy
together."
"But I don't want to live here," cried Dorothy. "I want to go to
Kansas, and live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry."


Kansas, and live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry."
"Well, then, what can be done?" inquired the Woodman.
The Scarecrow decided to think, and he thought so hard that the
pins and needles began to stick out of his brains. Finally he
said:
"Why not call the Winged Monkeys, and ask them to carry you over
the desert?"
"I never thought of that!" said Dorothy joyfully. "It's just the
thing. I'll go at once for the Golden Cap."
When she brought it into the Throne Room she spoke the magic
words, and soon the band of Winged Monkeys flew in through the open
window and stood beside her.
"This is the second time you have called us," said the Monkey
King, bowing before the little girl. "What do you wish?"
"I want you to fly with me to Kansas," said Dorothy.
But the Monkey King shook his head.
"That cannot be done," he said. "We belong to this country
alone, and cannot leave it. There has never been a Winged Monkey in
Kansas yet, and I suppose there never will be, for they don't
belong there. We shall be glad to serve you in any way in our
power, but we cannot cross the desert. Good-bye."
And with another bow, the Monkey King spread his wings and flew
away through the window, followed by all his band.
Dorothy was ready to cry with disappointment. "I have wasted the
charm of the Golden Cap to no purpose," she said, "for the Winged
Monkeys cannot help me."
"It is certainly too bad!" said the tender-hearted Woodman.
The Scarecrow was thinking again, and his head bulged out so
horribly that Dorothy feared it would burst.
"Let us call in the soldier with the green whiskers," he said,
"and ask his advice."
So the soldier was summoned and entered the Throne Room timidly,
for while Oz was alive he never was allowed to come farther than
the door.
"This little girl," said the Scarecrow to the soldier, "wishes
to cross the desert. How can she do so?"
"I cannot tell," answered the soldier, "for nobody has ever
crossed the desert, unless it is Oz himself."
"Is there no one who can help me?" asked Dorothy earnestly."Is there no one who can help me?" asked Dorothy earnestly.
"Glinda might," he suggested.
"Who is Glinda?" inquired the Scarecrow.
"The Witch of the South. She is the most powerful of all the
Witches, and rules over the Quadlings. Besides, her castle stands
on the edge of the desert, so she may know a way to cross it."
"Glinda is a Good Witch, isn't she?" asked the child.
"The Quadlings think she is good," said the soldier, "and she is
kind to everyone. I have heard that Glinda is a beautiful woman,
who knows how to keep young in spite of the many years she has
lived."
"How can I get to her castle?" asked Dorothy.
"The road is straight to the South," he answered, "but it is
said to be full of dangers to travelers. There are wild beasts in
the woods, and a race of queer men who do not like strangers to
cross their country. For this reason none of the Quadlings ever
come to the Emerald City."
The soldier then left them and the Scarecrow said:
"It seems, in spite of dangers, that the best thing Dorothy can
do is to travel to the Land of the South and ask Glinda to help
her. For, of course, if Dorothy stays here she will never get back
to Kansas."
"You must have been thinking again," remarked the Tin
Woodman.
"I have," said the Scarecrow.
"I shall go with Dorothy," declared the Lion, "for I am tired of
your city and long for the woods and the country again. I am really
a wild beast, you know. Besides, Dorothy will need someone to
protect her."
"That is true," agreed the Woodman. "My axe may be of service to
her; so I also will go with her to the Land of the South."
"When shall we start?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Are you going?" they asked, in surprise.
"Certainly. If it wasn't for Dorothy I should never have had
brains. She lifted me from the pole in the cornfield and brought me
to the Emerald City. So my good luck is all due to her, and I shall
never leave her until she starts back to Kansas for good and
all."
"Thank you," said Dorothy gratefully. "You are all very kind toall."
"Thank you," said Dorothy gratefully. "You are all very kind to
me. But I should like to start as soon as possible."
"We shall go tomorrow morning," returned the Scarecrow. "So now
let us all get ready, for it will be a long journey."The next morning Dorothy kissed the pretty green girl good-bye,
and they all shook hands with the soldier with the green whiskers,
who had walked with them as far as the gate. When the Guardian of
the Gate saw them again he wondered greatly that they could leave
the beautiful City to get into new trouble. But he at once unlocked
their spectacles, which he put back into the green box, and gave
them many good wishes to carry with them.
"You are now our ruler," he said to the Scarecrow; "so you must
come back to us as soon as possible."
"I certainly shall if I am able," the Scarecrow replied; "but I
must help Dorothy to get home, first."
As Dorothy bade the good-natured Guardian a last farewell she
said:
"I have been very kindly treated in your lovely City, and
everyone has been good to me. I cannot tell you how grateful I
am."
"Don't try, my dear," he answered. "We should like to keep you
with us, but if it is your wish to return to Kansas, I hope you
will find a way." He then opened the gate of the outer wall, and
they walked forth and started upon their journey.
The sun shone brightly as our friends turned their faces toward
the Land of the South. They were all in the best of spirits, and
laughed and chatted together. Dorothy was once more filled with the
hope of getting home, and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were
glad to be of use to her. As for the Lion, he sniffed the fresh air
with delight and whisked his tail from side to side in pure joy at
being in the country again, while Toto ran around them and chased
the moths and butterflies, barking merrily all the time.
"City life does not agree with me at all," remarked the Lion, as
they walked along at a brisk pace. "I have lost much flesh since I
lived there, and now I am anxious for a chance to show the other
beasts how courageous I have grown."
They now turned and took a last look at the Emerald City. All
they could see was a mass of towers and steeples behind the green
walls, and high up above everything the spires and dome of the
Palace of Oz.


walls, and high up above everything the spires and dome of the
Palace of Oz.
"Oz was not such a bad Wizard, after all," said the Tin Woodman,
as he felt his heart rattling around in his breast.
"He knew how to give me brains, and very good brains, too," said
the Scarecrow.
"If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave me," added
the Lion, "he would have been a brave man."
Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her,
but he had done his best, so she forgave him. As he said, he was a
good man, even if he was a bad Wizard.
The first day's journey was through the green fields and bright
flowers that stretched about the Emerald City on every side. They
slept that night on the grass, with nothing but the stars over
them; and they rested very well indeed.
In the morning they traveled on until they came to a thick wood.
There was no way of going around it, for it seemed to extend to the
right and left as far as they could see; and, besides, they did not
dare change the direction of their journey for fear of getting
lost. So they looked for the place where it would be easiest to get
into the forest.
The Scarecrow, who was in the lead, finally discovered a big
tree with such wide-spreading branches that there was room for the
party to pass underneath. So he walked forward to the tree, but
just as he came under the first branches they bent down and twined
around him, and the next minute he was raised from the ground and
flung headlong among his fellow travelers.
This did not hurt the Scarecrow, but it surprised him, and he
looked rather dizzy when Dorothy picked him up.
"Here is another space between the trees," called the Lion.
"Let me try it first," said the Scarecrow, "for it doesn't hurt
me to get thrown about." He walked up to another tree, as he spoke,
but its branches immediately seized him and tossed him back
again.
"This is strange," exclaimed Dorothy. "What shall we do?"
"The trees seem to have made up their minds to fight us, and
stop our journey," remarked the Lion."The trees seem to have made up their minds to fight us, and
stop our journey," remarked the Lion.
"I believe I will try it myself," said the Woodman, and
shouldering his axe, he marched up to the first tree that had
handled the Scarecrow so roughly. When a big branch bent down to
seize him the Woodman chopped at it so fiercely that he cut it in
two. At once the tree began shaking all its branches as if in pain,
and the Tin Woodman passed safely under it.
"Come on!" he shouted to the others. "Be quick!" They all ran
forward and passed under the tree without injury, except Toto, who
was caught by a small branch and shaken until he howled. But the
Woodman promptly chopped off the branch and set the little dog
free.
The other trees of the forest did nothing to keep them back, so
they made up their minds that only the first row of trees could
bend down their branches, and that probably these were the
policemen of the forest, and given this wonderful power in order to
keep strangers out of it.
The four travelers walked with ease through the trees until they
came to the farther edge of the wood. Then, to their surprise, they
found before them a high wall which seemed to be made of white
china. It was smooth, like the surface of a dish, and higher than
their heads.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy.
"I will make a ladder," said the Tin Woodman, "for we certainly
must climb over the wall."After climbing down from the china wall the travelers found
themselves in a disagreeable country, full of bogs and marshes and
covered with tall, rank grass. It was difficult to walk without
falling into muddy holes, for the grass was so thick that it hid
them from sight. However, by carefully picking their way, they got
safely along until they reached solid ground. But here the country
seemed wilder than ever, and after a long and tiresome walk through
the underbrush they entered another forest, where the trees were
bigger and older than any they had ever seen.
"This forest is perfectly delightful," declared the Lion,
looking around him with joy. "Never have I seen a more beautiful
place."
"It seems gloomy," said the Scarecrow.
"Not a bit of it," answered the Lion. "I should like to live
here all my life. See how soft the dried leaves are under your feet
and how rich and green the moss is that clings to these old trees.
Surely no wild beast could wish a pleasanter home."
"Perhaps there are wild beasts in the forest now," said
Dorothy.
"I suppose there are," returned the Lion, "but I do not see any
of them about."
They walked through the forest until it became too dark to go
any farther. Dorothy and Toto and the Lion lay down to sleep, while
the Woodman and the Scarecrow kept watch over them as usual.
When morning came, they started again. Before they had gone far
they heard a low rumble, as of the growling of many wild animals.
Toto whimpered a little, but none of the others was frightened, and
they kept along the well-trodden path until they came to an opening
in the wood, in which were gathered hundreds of beasts of every
variety. There were tigers and elephants and bears and wolves and
foxes and all the others in the natural history, and for a moment
Dorothy was afraid. But the Lion explained that the animals were
holding a meeting, and he judged by their snarling and growling
that they were in great trouble.
As he spoke several of the beasts caught sight of him, and atthat they were in great trouble.
As he spoke several of the beasts caught sight of him, and at
once the great assemblage hushed as if by magic. The biggest of the
tigers came up to the Lion and bowed, saying:
"Welcome, O King of Beasts! You have come in good time to fight
our enemy and bring peace to all the animals of the forest once
more."
"What is your trouble?" asked the Lion quietly.
"We are all threatened," answered the tiger, "by a fierce enemy
which has lately come into this forest. It is a most tremendous
monster, like a great spider, with a body as big as an elephant and
legs as long as a tree trunk. It has eight of these long legs, and
as the monster crawls through the forest he seizes an animal with a
leg and drags it to his mouth, where he eats it as a spider does a
fly. Not one of us is safe while this fierce creature is alive, and
we had called a meeting to decide how to take care of ourselves
when you came among us."
The Lion thought for a moment.
"Are there any other lions in this forest?" he asked.
"No; there were some, but the monster has eaten them all. And,
besides, there were none of them nearly so large and brave as
you."
"If I put an end to your enemy, will you bow down to me and obey
me as King of the Forest?" inquired the Lion.
"We will do that gladly," returned the tiger; and all the other
beasts roared with a mighty roar: "We will!"
"Where is this great spider of yours now?" asked the Lion.
"Yonder, among the oak trees," said the tiger, pointing with his
forefoot.
"Take good care of these friends of mine," said the Lion, "and I
will go at once to fight the monster."
He bade his comrades good-bye and marched proudly away to do
battle with the enemy.
The great spider was lying asleep when the Lion found him, and
it looked so ugly that its foe turned up his nose in disgust. Its
legs were quite as long as the tiger had said, and its body covered
with coarse black hair. It had a great mouth, with a row of sharp
teeth a foot long; but its head was joined to the pudgy body by a


teeth a foot long; but its head was joined to the pudgy body by a
neck as slender as a wasp's waist. This gave the Lion a hint of the
best way to attack the creature, and as he knew it was easier to
fight it asleep than awake, he gave a great spring and landed
directly upon the monster's back. Then, with one blow of his heavy
paw, all armed with sharp claws, he knocked the spider's head from
its body. Jumping down, he watched it until the long legs stopped
wiggling, when he knew it was quite dead.
The Lion went back to the opening where the beasts of the forest
were waiting for him and said proudly:
"You need fear your enemy no longer."
Then the beasts bowed down to the Lion as their King, and he
promised to come back and rule over them as soon as Dorothy was
safely on her way to Kansas.The four travelers passed through the rest of the forest in
safety, and when they came out from its gloom saw before them a
steep hill, covered from top to bottom with great pieces of
rock.
"That will be a hard climb," said the Scarecrow, "but we must
get over the hill, nevertheless."
So he led the way and the others followed. They had nearly
reached the first rock when they heard a rough voice cry out, "Keep
back!"
"Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow.
Then a head showed itself over the rock and the same voice said,
"This hill belongs to us, and we don't allow anyone to cross
it."
"But we must cross it," said the Scarecrow. "We're going to the
country of the Quadlings."
"But you shall not!" replied the voice, and there stepped from
behind the rock the strangest man the travelers had ever seen.
He was quite short and stout and had a big head, which was flat
at the top and supported by a thick neck full of wrinkles. But he
had no arms at all, and, seeing this, the Scarecrow did not fear
that so helpless a creature could prevent them from climbing the
hill. So he said, "I'm sorry not to do as you wish, but we must
pass over your hill whether you like it or not," and he walked
boldly forward.
As quick as lightning the man's head shot forward and his neck
stretched out until the top of the head, where it was flat, struck
the Scarecrow in the middle and sent him tumbling, over and over,
down the hill. Almost as quickly as it came the head went back to
the body, and the man laughed harshly as he said, "It isn't as easy
as you think!"
A chorus of boisterous laughter came from the other rocks, and
Dorothy saw hundreds of the armless Hammer-Heads upon the hillside,
one behind every rock.
The Lion became quite angry at the laughter caused by the
Scarecrow's mishap, and giving a loud roar that echoed like
thunder, he dashed up the hill.
Again a head shot swiftly out, and the great Lion went rolling
down the hill as if he had been struck by a cannon ball.
Dorothy ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his feet, and theDorothy ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his feet, and the
Lion came up to her, feeling rather bruised and sore, and said, "It
is useless to fight people with shooting heads; no one can
withstand them."
"What can we do, then?" she asked.
"Call the Winged Monkeys," suggested the Tin Woodman. "You have
still the right to command them once more."
"Very well," she answered, and putting on the Golden Cap she
uttered the magic words. The Monkeys were as prompt as ever, and in
a few moments the entire band stood before her.
"What are your commands?" inquired the King of the Monkeys,
bowing low.
"Carry us over the hill to the country of the Quadlings,"
answered the girl.
"It shall be done," said the King, and at once the Winged
Monkeys caught the four travelers and Toto up in their arms and
flew away with them. As they passed over the hill the Hammer-Heads
yelled with vexation, and shot their heads high in the air, but
they could not reach the Winged Monkeys, which carried Dorothy and
her comrades safely over the hill and set them down in the
beautiful country of the Quadlings.
"This is the last time you can summon us," said the leader to
Dorothy; "so good-bye and good luck to you."
"Good-bye, and thank you very much," returned the girl; and the
Monkeys rose into the air and were out of sight in a twinkling.
The country of the Quadlings seemed rich and happy. There was
field upon field of ripening grain, with well-paved roads running
between, and pretty rippling brooks with strong bridges across
them. The fences and houses and bridges were all painted bright
red, just as they had been painted yellow in the country of the
Winkies and blue in the country of the Munchkins. The Quadlings
themselves, who were short and fat and looked chubby and
good-natured, were dressed all in red, which showed bright against
the green grass and the yellowing grain.
The Monkeys had set them down near a farmhouse, and the four
travelers walked up to it and knocked at the door. It was opened bytravelers walked up to it and knocked at the door. It was opened by
the farmer's wife, and when Dorothy asked for something to eat the
woman gave them all a good dinner, with three kinds of cake and
four kinds of cookies, and a bowl of milk for Toto.
"How far is it to the Castle of Glinda?" asked the child.
"It is not a great way," answered the farmer's wife. "Take the
road to the South and you will soon reach it."
Thanking the good woman, they started afresh and walked by the
fields and across the pretty bridges until they saw before them a
very beautiful Castle. Before the gates were three young girls,
dressed in handsome red uniforms trimmed with gold braid; and as
Dorothy approached, one of them said to her:
"Why have you come to the South Country?"
"To see the Good Witch who rules here," she answered. "Will you
take me to her?"
"Let me have your name, and I will ask Glinda if she will
receive you." They told who they were, and the girl soldier went
into the Castle. After a few moments she came back to say that
Dorothy and the others were to be admitted at once.


Before they went to see Glinda, however, they were taken to a
room of the Castle, where Dorothy washed her face and combed her
hair, and the Lion shook the dust out of his mane, and the
Scarecrow patted himself into his best shape, and the Woodman
polished his tin and oiled his joints.
When they were all quite presentable they followed the soldier
girl into a big room where the Witch Glinda sat upon a throne of
rubies.
She was both beautiful and young to their eyes. Her hair was a
rich red in color and fell in flowing ringlets over her shoulders.
Her dress was pure white but her eyes were blue, and they looked
kindly upon the little girl.
"What can I do for you, my child?" she asked.
Dorothy told the Witch all her story: how the cyclone had
brought her to the Land of Oz, how she had found her companions,
and of the wonderful adventures they had met with.
"My greatest wish now," she added, "is to get back to Kansas,
for Aunt Em will surely think something dreadful has happened to
me, and that will make her put on mourning; and unless the crops
are better this year than they were last, I am sure Uncle Henry
cannot afford it."
Glinda leaned forward and kissed the sweet, upturned face of the
loving little girl.
"Bless your dear heart," she said, "I am sure I can tell you of
a way to get back to Kansas." Then she added, "But, if I do, you
must give me the Golden Cap."
"Willingly!" exclaimed Dorothy; "indeed, it is of no use to me
now, and when you have it you can command the Winged Monkeys three
times."
"And I think I shall need their service just those three times,"
answered Glinda, smiling.
Dorothy then gave her the Golden Cap, and the Witch said to the
Scarecrow, "What will you do when Dorothy has left us?"
"I will return to the Emerald City," he replied, "for Oz has
made me its ruler and the people like me. The only thing that
worries me is how to cross the hill of the Hammer-Heads."
"By means of the Golden Cap I shall command the Winged Monkeys
to carry you to the gates of the Emerald City," said Glinda, "forto carry you to the gates of the Emerald City," said Glinda, "for
it would be a shame to deprive the people of so wonderful a
ruler."
"Am I really wonderful?" asked the Scarecrow.
"You are unusual," replied Glinda.
Turning to the Tin Woodman, she asked, "What will become of you
when Dorothy leaves this country?"
He leaned on his axe and thought a moment. Then he said, "The
Winkies were very kind to me, and wanted me to rule over them after
the Wicked Witch died. I am fond of the Winkies, and if I could get
back again to the Country of the West, I should like nothing better
than to rule over them forever."
"My second command to the Winged Monkeys," said Glinda "will be
that they carry you safely to the land of the Winkies. Your brain
may not be so large to look at as those of the Scarecrow, but you
are really brighter than he is—when you are well polished—and I am
sure you will rule the Winkies wisely and well."
Then the Witch looked at the big, shaggy Lion and asked, "When
Dorothy has returned to her own home, what will become of you?"
"Over the hill of the Hammer-Heads," he answered, "lies a grand
old forest, and all the beasts that live there have made me their
King. If I could only get back to this forest, I would pass my life
very happily there."
"My third command to the Winged Monkeys," said Glinda, "shall be
to carry you to your forest. Then, having used up the powers of the
Golden Cap, I shall give it to the King of the Monkeys, that he and
his band may thereafter be free for evermore."
The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion now thanked the
Good Witch earnestly for her kindness; and Dorothy exclaimed:
"You are certainly as good as you are beautiful! But you have
not yet told me how to get back to Kansas."
"Your Silver Shoes will carry you over the desert," replied
Glinda. "If you had known their power you could have gone back to
your Aunt Em the very first day you came to this country."
"But then I should not have had my wonderful brains!" cried the"But then I should not have had my wonderful brains!" cried the
Scarecrow. "I might have passed my whole life in the farmer's
cornfield."
"And I should not have had my lovely heart," said the Tin
Woodman. "I might have stood and rusted in the forest till the end
of the world."
"And I should have lived a coward forever," declared the Lion,
"and no beast in all the forest would have had a good word to say
to me."
"This is all true," said Dorothy, "and I am glad I was of use to
these good friends. But now that each of them has had what he most
desired, and each is happy in having a kingdom to rule besides, I
think I should like to go back to Kansas."
"The Silver Shoes," said the Good Witch, "have wonderful powers.
And one of the most curious things about them is that they can
carry you to any place in the world in three steps, and each step
will be made in the wink of an eye. All you have to do is to knock
the heels together three times and command the shoes to carry you
wherever you wish to go."
"If that is so," said the child joyfully, "I will ask them to
carry me back to Kansas at once."
She threw her arms around the Lion's neck and kissed him,
patting his big head tenderly. Then she kissed the Tin Woodman, who
was weeping in a way most dangerous to his joints. But she hugged
the soft, stuffed body of the Scarecrow in her arms instead of
kissing his painted face, and found she was crying herself at this
sorrowful parting from her loving comrades.
Glinda the Good stepped down from her ruby throne to give the
little girl a good-bye kiss, and Dorothy thanked her for all the
kindness she had shown to her friends and herself.
Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and having said
one last good-bye she clapped the heels of her shoes together three
times, saying:
"Take me home to Aunt Em!"
Instantly she was whirling through the air, so swiftly that all
she could see or feel was the wind whistling past her ears.
The Silver Shoes took but three steps, and then she stopped soThe Silver Shoes took but three steps, and then she stopped so
suddenly that she rolled over upon the grass several times before
she knew where she was.
At length, however, she sat up and looked about her.
"Good gracious!" she cried.
For she was sitting on the broad Kansas prairie, and just before
her was the new farmhouse Uncle Henry built after the cyclone had
carried away the old one. Uncle Henry was milking the cows in the
barnyard, and Toto had jumped out of her arms and was running
toward the barn, barking furiously.
Dorothy stood up and found she was in her stocking-feet. For the
Silver Shoes had fallen off in her flight through the air, and were
lost forever in the desert.