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.