&&000 Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead &&111 In the Country of the =Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of =Oz, lived a youth called =Tip. There was more to his name than that, for old =Mombi often declared that his whole name was =Tippetarius; but no one was expected to say such a long word when "=Tip" would do just as well. This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought when quite young to be reared by the old woman known as =Mombi, whose reputation, I am sorry to say, was none of the best. For the =Gillikin people had reason to suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and therefore hesitated to associate with her. =Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that part of the Land of =Oz had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her dominions. So =Tip's guardian, however much she might aspire to working magic, realized it was unlawful to be more than a Sorceress, or at most a Wizardess. =Tip was made to carry wood from the forest, that the old woman might boil her pot. He also worked in the corn-fields, hoeing and husking; and he fed the pigs and milked the four-horned cow that was =Mombi's especial pride. But you must not suppose he worked all the time, for he felt that would be bad for him. When sent to the forest =Tip often climbed trees for birds' eggs or amused himself chasing the fleet white rabbits or fishing in the brooks with bent pins. Then he would hastily gather his armful of wood and carry it home. And when he was supposed to be working in the corn-fields, and the tall stalks hid him from =Mombi's view, =Tip would often dig in the gopher holes, or if the mood seized him -- lie upon his back between the rows of corn and take a nap. So, by taking care not to exhaust his strength, he grew as strong and rugged as a boy may be. &&000 p32 &&111 =Jack was standing in the middle of the stall, and by the moonlight Tip could see he was smiling just as jovially as ever. "Come on" said the boy, beckoning! "Where to," asked Jack? "You'll know as soon as I do," answered =Tip, smiling sympathetically into the pumpkin face. "All we've got to do now is to tramp." "Very well," returned =Jack, and walked awkwardly out of the stable and into the moonlight. =Tip turned toward the road and the man followed him. =Jack walked with a sort of limp, and occasionally one of the joints of his legs would turn backward, instead of frontwise, almost causing him to tumble. But the Pumpkinhead was quick to notice this, and began to take more pains to step carefully; so that he met with few accidents. =Tip led him along the path without stopping an instant. They could not go very fast, but they walked steadily; and by the time the moon sank away and the sun peeped over the hills they had travelled so great a distance that the boy had no reason to fear pursuit from the old witch. Moreover, he had turned first into one path, and then into another, so that should anyone follow them it would prove very difficult to guess which way they had gone, or where to seek them. Fairly satisfied that he had escaped -- for a time, at least -- being turned into a marble statue, the boy stopped his companion and seated himself upon a rock by the roadside. "Let's have some breakfast," he said. =JackPumpkinhead watched =Tip curiously, but refused to join in the repast. "I don't seem to be made the same way you are," he said. "I know you are not," returned =Tip; "for I made you." "Oh! Did you," asked =Jack? "Certainly. And put you together. And carved your eyes and nose and ears and mouth," said =Tip proudly. "And dressed you." &&000 59 Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride to the Emerald City &&111 At daybreak =Tip was awakened by the Pumpkinhead. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, bathed in a little brook, and then ate a portion of his bread and cheese. Having thus prepared for a new day the boy said: "Let us start at once. Nine miles is quite a distance, but we ought to reach the Emerald City by noon if no accidents happen." So the Pumpkinhead was again perched upon the back of the Saw-Horse and the journey was resumed. =Tip noticed that the purple tint of the grass and trees had now faded to a dull lavender, and before long this lavender appeared to take on a greenish tinge that gradually brightened as they drew nearer to the great City where the Scarecrow ruled. The little party had traveled but a short two miles upon their way when the road of yellow brick was parted by a broad and swift river. =Tip was puzzled how to cross over; but after a time he discovered a man in a ferry-boat approaching from the other side of the stream. When the man reached the bank =Tip asked: "Will you row us to the other side?" "Yes, if you have money," returned the ferryman, whose face looked cross and disagreeable. "But I have no money," said =Tip. "None at all," inquired the man? "None at all," answered the boy. "Then I'll not break my back rowing you over," said the ferryman, decidedly. "What a nice man," remarked the Pumpkinhead, smilingly! The ferryman stared at him, but made no reply. =Tip was trying to think, for it was a great disappointment to him to find his journey so suddenly brought to an end. "I must certainly get to the Emerald City," he said to the boatman; "but how can I cross the river if you do not take me?" The man laughed, and it was not a nice laugh. "That wooden horse will float," said he; "and you can ride him across. As for the pumpkinheaded loon who accompanies you, let him sink or swim it won't matter greatly which." "Don't worry about me," said =Jack, smiling pleasantly upon the crabbed ferryman; "I'm sure I ought to float beautifully." =Tip thought the experiment was worth making, and the Saw-Horse, who did not know what danger meant, offered no objections whatever. So the boy led it down into the water and climbed upon its back. =Jack also waded in up to his knees and &&000 83 Gen. Jinjur's Army of Revolt &&111 =Tip was so anxious to rejoin his man =Jack and the Saw-Horse that he walked a full half the distance to the Emerald City without stopping to rest. Then he discovered that he was hungry and the crackers and cheese he had provided for the Journey had all been eaten. While wondering what he should do in this emergency he came upon a girl sitting by the roadside. She wore a costume that struck the boy as being remarkably brilliant: her silken waist being of emerald green and her skirt of four distinct colors -- blue in front, yellow at the left side, red at the back and purple at the right side. Fastening the waist in front were four buttons -- the top one blue, the next yellow, a third red and the last purple. The splendor of this dress was almost barbaric; so =Tip was fully justified in staring at the gown for some moments before his eyes were attracted by the pretty face above it. Yes, the face was pretty enough, he decided; but it wore an expression of discontent coupled to a shade of defiance or audacity. While the boy stared the girl looked upon him calmly. A lunch basket stood beside her, and she held a dainty sandwich in one hand and a hard-boiled egg in the other, eating with an evident appetite that aroused =Tip's sympathy. He was just about to ask a share of the luncheon when the girl stood up and brushed the crumbs from her lap. "There," said she; "it is time for me to go! Carry that basket for me and help yourself to its contents if you are hungry." =Tip seized the basket eagerly and began to eat, following for a time the strange girl without bothering to ask questions. She walked along before him with swift strides, and there was about her an air of decision and importance that led him to suspect she was some great personage. Finally, when he had satisfied his hunger, he ran up beside her and tried to keep pace with her swift footsteps -- a very difficult feat, for she was much taller than he, and evidently in a hurry. "Thank you very much for the sandwiches," said =Tip, as he trotted along. "May I ask your name?" &&000 109 The Journey to the Tin Woodman &&111 =Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of his body. But he managed to lean forward and shout in the ear of the Saw-Horse: "Keep still, you fool! Keep still!" The horse at once ceased struggling and floated calmly upon the surface, its wooden body being as buoyant as a raft. "What does that word fool mean," enquired the horse? "It is a term of reproach," answered =Tip, somewhat ashamed of the expression. "I only use it when I am angry." "Then it pleases me to be able to call you a fool, in return," said the horse. "For I did not make the river, nor put it in our way; so only a term of, reproach is fit for one who becomes angry with me for falling into the water." "That is quite evident," replied =Tip; "so I will acknowledge myself in the wrong." Then he called out to the Pumpkinhead: "are you all right, =Jack?" There was no reply. So the boy called to the King "are you all right, your majesty?" The Scarecrow groaned. "I'm all wrong, somehow," he said, in a weak voice. "How very wet this water is!" =Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that he could not turn his head to look at his companions; so he said to the Saw-Horse: "Paddle with your legs toward the shore." The horse obeyed, and although their progress was slow they finally reached the opposite river bank at a place where it was low enough to enable the creature to scramble upon dry land. With some difficulty the boy managed to get his knife out of his pocket and cut the cords that bound the riders to one another and to the wooden horse. He heard the Scarecrow fall to the ground with a mushy sound, and then he himself quickly dismounted and looked at his friend Jack. The wooden body, with its gorgeous clothing, &&000 135 Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E. &&111 Now, General =Jinjur -- who, you will remember, commanded the Army of Revolt -- was rendered very uneasy by the escape of the Scarecrow from the Emerald City. She feared, and with good reason, that if his Majesty and the Tin Woodman Joined forces, it would mean danger to her and her entire army; for the people of =Oz had not yet forgotten the deeds of these famous heroes, who had passed successfully through so many startling adventures. So =Jinjur sent post-haste for old =Mombi, the witch, and promised her large rewards if she would come to the assistance of the rebel army. =Mombi was furious at the trick =Tip had played upon her as well as at his escape and the theft of the precious Powder of Life; so she needed no urging to induce her to travel to the Emerald City to assist Jinjur in defeating the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, who had made =Tip one of their friends. =Mombi had no sooner arrived at the royal palace than she discovered, by means of her secret magic, that the adventurers were starting upon their Journey to the Emerald City; so she retired to a small room high up in a tower and locked herself in while she practised such arts as she could command to prevent the return of the Scarecrow and his companions. That was why the Tin Woodman presently stopped and said: "Something very curious has happened. I ought to know by heart and every step of this Journey, yet I fear we have already lost our way." "That is quite impossible," protested the Scarecrow! "Why do you think, my dear friend, that we have gone astray?" "Why, here before us is a great field of sunflowers -- and I never saw this field before in all my life." At these words they all looked around, only to find that they were indeed surrounded by a field of tall stalks, every stalk bearing at its top a gigantic sunflower. And not only were these flowers almost blinding in their vivid hues of red and gold, but each one whirled around upon its stalk like a miniature wind-mill, completely dazzling the vision of the beholders and so mystifying them that they knew not which way to turn. "It's witchcraft," exclaimed =Tip! While they paused, hesitating and wondering, the Tin Woodman uttered a cry of impatience and advanced with swinging axe to cut down the stalks before him. But now the sunflowers suddenly stopped their rapid whirling, and the travelers plainly saw a girl's face appear in the center of each flower. These lovely faces looked upon the astonished band with mocking smiles, and then burst into a chorus of merry laughter at the dismay their appearance caused. "Stop! stop," cried =Tip, seizing the Woodman's arm; "they're alive! they're girls!" At that moment the flowers began whirling again, and the faces faded away and were lost in the rapid revolutions. The Tin Woodman dropped his axe and sat down upon the ground. "It would be heartless to chop down those pretty creatures," said he, despondently. "and yet I do not know how else we can proceed upon our way" "They looked to me strangely like the faces of &&000 p160 &&111 "Still, it is a Joke," declared the Woggle-Bug; firmly, "and a Joke derived from a play upon words is considered among educated people to be eminently proper." "What does that mean," enquired the Pumpkinhead, stupidly? "It means, my dear friend," explained the Woggle-Bug, "that our language contains many words having a double meaning; and that to pronounce a joke that allows both meanings of a certain word, proves the joker a person of culture and refinement, who has, moreover, a thorough command of the language." "I don't believe that," said =Tip, plainly; "anybody can make a pun." "Not so," rejoined the Woggle-Bug, stiffly. "It requires education of a high order. Are you educated, young sir?" "Not especially," admitted =Tip. "Then you cannot judge the matter. I myself am Thoroughly Educated, and I say that puns display genius. For instance, were I to ride upon this Saw-Horse, he would not only be an animal he would become an equipage. For he would then be a horse-and-buggy." At this the Scarecrow gave a gasp and the Tin Woodman stopped short and looked reproachfully at the Woggle-Bug. At the same time the Saw-Horse loudly snorted his derision; and even the Pumpkinhead put up his hand to hide the smile which, because it was carved upon his face, he could not change to a frown. But the Woggle-Bug strutted along as if he had made some brilliant remark, and the Scarecrow was obliged to say: "I have heard, my dear friend, that a person can become over-educated; and although I have a high respect for brains, no matter how they may be arranged or classified, I begin to suspect that yours are slightly tangled. In any event, I must beg you to restrain your superior education while in our society." "We are not very particular," added the Tin Woodman; "and we are exceedingly kind hearted. But if your superior culture gets leaky again -- " He did not complete the sentence, but he twirled his gleaming axe so carelessly that the Woggle-Bug looked frightened, and shrank away to a safe distance. The others marched on in silence, and the Highly Magnified one, after a period of deep thought, said in an humble voice: "I will endeavor to restrain myself." &&000 p186 &&111 "A kindly thought, which I greatly admire," said the Tin Woodman, nodding approvingly. "And now I will indulge in a quiet think," continued the Scarecrow, lying back in the throne. The others remained as silent and still as possible, so as not to disturb him; for all had great confidence in the extraordinary brains of the Scarecrow. And, after what seemed a very long time indeed to the anxious watchers, the thinker sat up, looked upon his friends with his most whimsical expression, and said: "My brains work beautifully today. I'm quite proud of them. Now, listen! If we attempt to escape through the doors of the palace we shall surely be captured. And, as we can't escape through the ground, there is only one other thing to be done. We must escape through the air!" He paused to note the effect of these words; but all his hearers seemed puzzled and unconvinced. "The Wonderful Wizard escaped in a balloon," he continued. "We don't know how to make a balloon, of course; but any sort of thing that can fly through the air can carry us easily. So I suggest that my friend the Tin Woodman, who is a skillful mechanic, shall build some sort of a machine, with good strong wings, to carry us; and our friend =Tip can then bring the Thing to life with his magical powder." "Bravo," cried =NickChopper! "What splendid brains," murmured =Jack! "Really quite clever," said the Educated Woggle-Bug! "I believe it can be done," declared =Tip; "that is, if the Tin Woodman is equal to making the Thing." "I'll do my best," said =Nick, cheerily; "and, as a matter of fact, I do not often fail in what I attempt. But the Thing will have to be built on the roof of the palace, so it can rise comfortably into the air." &&000 p210 &&111 After a long time =Tip, who had been thinking deeply, spoke. "How are we to know when we come to the pallace of =Glinda the Good," he asked? "It's a long way to =Glinda's palace," answered the Woodman; "I've traveled it." "But how are we to know how fast the Gump is flying," persisted the boy? "We cannot see a single thing down on the earth, and before morning we may be far beyond the place we want to reach." "That is all true enough," the Scarecrow replied, a little uneasily. "But I do not see how we can stop just now; for we might alight in a river, or on, the top of a steeple; and that would be a great disaster." So they permitted the Gump to fly on, with regular flops of its great wings, and waited patiently for morning. Then =Tip's fears were proven to be well founded; for with the first streaks of gray dawn they looked over the sides of the sofas and discovered rolling plains dotted with queer villages, where the houses, instead of being dome- shaped -- as they all are in the Land of =Oz -- had slanting roofs that rose to a peak in the center. Odd looking animals were also moving about upon the open plains, and the country was unfamiliar to both the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow, who had formerly visited =Glinda the Good's domain and knew it well. "We are lost," said the Scarecrow, dolefully! "The Gump must have carried us entirely out of the Land of =Oz and over the sandy deserts and into the terrible outside world that =Dorothy told us about." "We must get back," exclaimed the Tin Woodman, earnestly. "we must get back as soon as possible!" "Turn around," cried =Tip to the Gump! "turn as quickly as you can!" "If I do I shall upset," answered the Gump. "I'm not at all used to flying, and the best plan would be for me to alight in some place, and then I can turn around and take a fresh start." Just then, however, there seemed to be no stopping-place that would answer their purpose. They flew over a village so big that the Woggle-Bug declared it was a city. and then they came to a range of high mountains with many deep gorges and steep cliffs showing plainly. "Now is our chance to stop," said the boy, finding &&000 p235 &&111 And still the Gump flew onward, carrying them they knew not where. "I must have left the pepper-box in the Jackdaws' nest," said the Scarecrow, at length. "It is a great misfortune," the Tin Woodman declared. "But we are no worse off than before we discovered the Wishing Pills." "We are better off," replied =Tip. "for the one pill we used has enabled us to escape from that horrible nest." "Yet the loss of the other two is serious, and I deserve a good scolding for my carelessness," the Scarecrow rejoined, penitently. "For in such an unusual party as this accidents are liable to happen any moment, and even now we may be approaching a new danger." No one dared contradict this, and a dismal silence ensued. The Gump flew steadily on. Suddenly =Tip uttered an exclamation of surprise. "We must have reached the South Country," he cried, "for below us everything is red!" Immediately they all leaned over the backs of the sofas to look -- all except =Jack, who was too careful of his pumpkin head to risk its slipping off his neck. Sure enough; the red houses and fences and trees indicated they were within the domain of =Glinda the Good; and presently, as they glided rapidly on, the Tin Woodman recognized the roads and buildings they passed, and altered slightly the flight of the Gump so that they might reach the palace of the celebrated Sorceress. "Good," cried the Scarecrow, delightedly! "We do not need the lost Wishing Pills now, for we have arrived at our destination." Gradually the Thing sank lower and nearer to the ground until at length it came to rest within the beautiful gardens of =Glinda, settling upon a velvety green lawn close by a fountain which sent sprays of flashing gems, instead of water, high into the air, whence they fell with a soft, tinkling sound into the carved marble basin placed to receive them. Everything was very gorgeous in =Glinda's gardens, and while our voyagers gazed about with admiring eyes a company of soldiers silently appeared and surrounded them. But these soldiers of the great Sorceress were entirely different from those of =Jinjur's Army of Revolt, although they were likewise girls. For =Glinda's soldiers wore neat uniforms and bore swords and spears; and they marched with a skill and precision that proved them well trained in the arts of war. The Captain commanding this troop -- which was =Glinda's private Body Guard - - recognized the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman at once, and greeted them with respectful salutations. &&000 p264 Princess Ozma of Oz &&111 "You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any longer," said =Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice. "Lie still a moment, and rest yourself, and then I will carry you back to my tent." "Why do you seek me," asked Mombi, still scarce able to speak plainly for lack of breath? "What have I done to you, to be so persecuted?" "You have done nothing to me," answered the gentle Sorceress; "but I suspect you have been guilty of several wicked actions; and if I find it is true that you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend to punish you severely." "I defy you," croaked the old hag! "You dare not harm me!" Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted upon the desert sands beside =Glinda. Our friends were delighted to find that =Mombi had finally been captured, and after a hurried consultation it was decided they should all return to the camp in the Gump. So the Saw-Horse was tossed aboard, and then =Glinda still holding an end of the golden thread that was around =Mombi's neck, forced her prisoner to climb into the sofas. The others now followed, and =Tip gave the word to the Gump to return. The Journey was made in safety, =Mombi sitting in her place with a grim and sullen air; for the old hag was absolutely helpless so long as the magical thread encircled her throat. The army hailed =Glinda's return with loud cheers, and the party of friends soon gathered again in the royal tent, which had been neatly repaired during their absence. "Now," said the Sorceress to =Mombi, "I want you to tell us why the Wonderful Wizard of Oz paid you three visits, and what became of the child, =Ozma, which so curiously disappeared." The Witch looked at =Glinda defiantly, but said not a word. "Answer me," cried the Sorceress! But still =Mombi remained silent. "Perhaps she doesn't know," remarked =Jack. "I beg you will keep quiet," said =Tip. "You might spoil everything with your foolishness."