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SKY ISLAND

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THE FAMOUS OZ BOOKS

By L. Frank Baum:

  THE WIZARD OF OZ
  THE LAND OF OZ
  OZMA OF OZ
  DOROTHY AND THE WIZARD IN OZ
  THE ROAD TO OZ
  THE EMERALD CITY OF OZ
  THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ
  TIK-TOK OF OZ
  THE SCARECROW OF OZ
  RINKITINK IN OZ
  THE LOST PRINCESS OF OZ
  THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ
  THE MAGIC OF OZ
  GLINDA OF OZ

CHICAGO THE REILLY & LEE CO. _Publishers_




SKY ISLAND

_Being the Further Exciting Adventures
of Trot and Cap'n Bill after Their
Visit to the Sea Fairies_

By
L. FRANK BAUM

AUTHOR OF THE SEA FAIRIES, THE EMERALD CITY OF OZ,
DOROTHY AND THE WIZARD IN OZ, OZMA OF OZ,
THE ROAD TO OZ, THE LAND OF OZ, ETC.

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ILLUSTRATED BY
JOHN R. NEILL

The Reilly & Lee Co.
Chicago

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COPYRIGHT 1912. BY L. FRANK BAUM
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOG
CARD NO. 78-125373

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To
MY SISTER
MARY LOUISE BREWSTER

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A LITTLE TALK TO MY READERS


With "The Sea Fairies," my book for 1911, I ventured into a new field of
fairy literature and to my delight the book was received with much
approval by my former readers, many of whom have written me that they
like Trot "almost as well as Dorothy." As Dorothy was an old, old friend
and Trot a new one, I think this is very high praise for Cap'n Bill's
little companion. Cap'n Bill is also a new character who seems to have
won approval, and so both Trot and the old sailor are again introduced
in the present story, which may be called the second of the series of
adventures of Trot and Cap'n Bill.

But you will recognize some other acquaintances in "Sky Island." Here,
for instance, is Button-Bright, who once had an adventure with Dorothy
in Oz, and without Button-Bright and his Magic Umbrella you will see
that the story of "Sky Island" could never have been written. As
Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter, lives in the sky, it is natural that
Trot and Button-Bright meet her during their adventures there.

This story of Sky Island has astonished me considerably, and I think it
will also astonish you. The sky country is certainly a remarkable
fairyland, but after reading about it I am sure you will agree with me
that our old Mother Earth is a very good place to live upon and that
Trot and Button-Bright and Cap'n Bill were fortunate to get back to it
again.

By the way, one of my little correspondents has suggested that I print
my address in this book, so that the children may know where letters
will reach me. I am doing this, as you see, and hope that many will
write to me and tell me how they like "Sky Island." My greatest
treasures are these letters from my readers and I am always delighted to
receive them.

L. FRANK BAUM.

"OZCOT"
at HOLLYWOOD
in CALIFORNIA

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LIST OF CHAPTERS


CHAPTER

1--A MYSTERIOUS ARRIVAL                                               13

2--THE MAGIC UMBRELLA                                                 23

3--A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE                                             37

4--THE ISLAND IN THE SKY                                              48

5--THE BOOLOOROO OF THE BLUES                                         55

6--THE SIX SNUBNOSED PRINCESSES                                       65

7--GHIP-GHISIZZLE PROVES FRIENDLY                                     74

8--THE BLUE CITY                                                      80

9--THE TRIBULATION OF TROT                                            91

10--THE KING'S TREASURE CHAMBER                                      101

11--BUTTON-BRIGHT ENCOUNTERS THE BLUE WOLF                           112

12--THROUGH THE FOG BANK                                             119

13--THE PINK COUNTRY                                                 130

14--TOURMALINE THE POVERTY QUEEN                                     138

15--THE SUNRISE TRIBE AND THE SUNSET TRIBE                           147

16--ROSALIE THE WITCH                                                160

17--THE ARRIVAL OF POLYCHROME                                        168

18--MAYRE, QUEEN OF THE PINK COUNTRY                                 179

19--THE WAR OF THE PINKS AND BLUES                                   187

20--GHIP-GHISIZZLE HAS A BAD TIME                                    193

21--THE CAPTURE OF CAP'N BILL                                        201

22--TROT'S INVISIBLE ADVENTURE                                       214

23--THE GIRL AND THE BOOLOOROO                                       222

24--THE AMAZING CONQUEST OF THE BLUES                                233

25--THE RULER OF SKY ISLAND                                          245

26--TROT CELEBRATES HER VICTORY                                      252

27--THE FATE OF THE MAGIC UMBRELLA                                   263

28--THE ELEPHANT'S HEAD COMES TO LIFE                                270

29--TROT REGULATES THE PINKIES                                       275

30--THE JOURNEY HOME                                                 280

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A MYSTERIOUS ARRIVAL

CHAPTER 1.

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"Hello," said the boy.

"Hello," answered Trot, looking up surprised. "Where did you come from?"

"Philadelphia," said he.

"Dear me," said Trot; "you're a long way from home, then."

"'Bout as far as I can get, in this country," the boy replied, gazing
out over the water. "Isn't this the Pacific Ocean?"

"Of course."

"Why of course?" he asked.

"Because it's the biggest lot of water in all the world."

"How do you know?"

"Cap'n Bill told me," she said.

"Who's Cap'n Bill?"

"An old sailorman who's a friend of mine. He lives at my house, too--the
white house you see over there on the bluff."

"Oh; is that your home?"

"Yes," said Trot, proudly. "Isn't it pretty?"

"It's pretty small, seems to me," answered the boy.

"But it's big enough for mother and me, an' for Cap'n Bill," said Trot.

"Haven't you any father?"

"Yes, 'ndeed; Cap'n Griffith is my father; but he's gone, most of the
time, sailin' on his ship. You mus' be a stranger in these parts, little
boy, not to know 'bout Cap'n Griffith," she added, looking at her new
acquaintance intently.

Trot wasn't very big herself, but the boy was not quite as big as Trot.
He was thin, with a rather pale complexion and his blue eyes were round
and earnest. He wore a blouse waist, a short jacket and knickerbockers.
Under his arm he held an old umbrella that was as tall as he was. Its
covering had once been of thick brown cloth, but the color had faded to
a dull drab, except in the creases, and Trot thought it looked very
old-fashioned and common. The handle, though, was really curious. It was
of wood and carved to resemble an elephant's head. The long trunk of the
elephant was curved to make a crook for the handle. The eyes of the
beast were small red stones, and it had two tiny tusks of ivory.

The boy's dress was rich and expensive, even to his fine silk stockings
and tan shoes; but the umbrella looked old and disreputable.

"It isn't the rainy season now," remarked Trot, with a smile.

The boy glanced at his umbrella and hugged it tighter.

"No," he said; "but umbrellas are good for other things'sides rain."

"'Fraid of gett'n' sun-struck?" asked Trot.

He shook his head, still gazing far out over the water.

"I don't b'lieve this is bigger than any other ocean," said he. "I can't
see any more of it than I can of the Atlantic."

"You'd find out, if you had to sail across it," she declared.

"When I was in Chicago I saw Lake Michigan," he went on dreamily, "and
it looked just as big as this water does."

"Looks don't count, with oceans," she asserted. "Your eyes can only see
jus' so far, whether you're lookin' at a pond or a great sea."

"Then it doesn't make any difference how big an ocean is," he replied.
"What are those buildings over there?" pointing to the right, along the
shore of the bay.

"That's the town," said Trot. "Most of the people earn their living by
fishing. The town is half a mile from here an' my house is almost a half
mile the other way; so it's 'bout a mile from my house to the town."

The boy sat down beside her on the flat rock.

"Do you like girls?" asked Trot, making room for him.

"Not very well," the boy replied. "Some of 'em are pretty good fellows,
but not many. The girls with brothers are bossy, an' the girls without
brothers haven't any 'go' to 'em. But the world's full o' both kinds,
and so I try to take 'em as they come. They can't help being girls, of
course. Do you like boys?"

"When they don't put on airs, or get rough-house," replied Trot. "My
'sperience with boys is that they don't know much, but think they do."

"That's true," he answered. "I don't like boys much better than I do
girls; but some are all right, and--you seem to be one of 'em."

"Much obliged," laughed Trot. "You aren't so bad, either, an' if we
don't both turn out worse than we seem we ought to be friends."

He nodded, rather absently, and tossed a pebble into the water.

"Been to town?" he asked.

"Yes. Mother wanted some yarn from the store. She's knittin' Cap'n Bill
a stocking."

"Doesn't he wear but one?"

"That's all. Cap'n Bill has one wooden leg," she explained. "That's why
he don't sailor any more. I'm glad of it, 'cause Cap'n Bill knows
