Ozma and Dorothy
Residing in Ozma's palace at this time was a live Scarecrow, a most
remarkable and intelligent creature who had once ruled the Land of Oz
for a brief period and was much loved and respected by all the
people. Once a Munchkin farmer had stuffed an old suit of clothes with
straw and put stuffed boots on the feet and used a pair of stuffed
cotton gloves for hands. The head of the Scarecrow was a stuffed sack
fastened to the body, with eyes, nose, mouth and ears painted on the
sack. When a hat had been put on the head, the thing was a good
imitation of a man. The farmer placed the Scarecrow on a pole in his
cornfield and it came to life in a curious manner. Dorothy, who was
passing by the field, was hailed by the live Scarecrow and lifted him
off his pole. He then went with her to the Emerald City, where the
Wizard of Oz gave him some excellent brains, and the Scarecrow soon
became an important personage.
Ozma considered the Scarecrow one of her best friends and most loyal
subjects, so the morning after her visit to Glinda she asked him to
take her place as Ruler of the Land of Oz while she was absent on a
journey, and the Scarecrow at once consented without asking any
questions.
Ozma had warned Dorothy to keep their journey a secret and say nothing
to anyone about the Skeezers and Flatheads until their return, and
Dorothy promised to obey. She longed to tell her girl friends, tiny
Trot and Betsy Bobbin, of the adventure they were undertaking, but
refrained from saying a word on the subject although both these girls
lived with her in Ozma's palace.
Indeed, only Glinda the Sorceress knew they were going, until after
they had gone, and even the Sorceress didn't know what their errand
might be.
Princess Ozma took the Sawhorse and the Red Wagon, although she was
not sure there was a wagon road all the way to the Lake of the
Skeezers. The Land of Oz is a pretty big place, surrounded on all
sides by a Deadly Desert which it is impossible to cross, and the
Skeezer Country, according to the map, was in the farthest
northwestern part of Oz, bordering on the north desert. As the Emerald
City was exactly in the center of Oz, it was no small journey from
there to the Skeezers.
Around the Emerald City the country is thickly settled in every
direction, but the farther away you get from the city the fewer people
there are, until those parts that border on the desert have small
populations. Also those faraway sections are little known to the Oz
people, except in the south, where Glinda lives and where Dorothy has
often wandered on trips of exploration.
The least known of all is the Gillikin Country, which harbors many
strange bands of people among its mountains and valleys and forests
and streams, and Ozma was now bound for the most distant part of the
Gillikin Country.
"I am really sorry," said Ozma to Dorothy, as they rode away in the
Red Wagon, "not to know more about the wonderful Land I rule. It is my
duty to be acquainted with every tribe of people and every strange and
hidden country in all Oz, but I am kept so busy at my palace making
laws and planning for the comforts of those who live near the Emerald
City, that I do not often find time to make long journeys."
"Well," replied Dorothy, "we'll prob'bly find out a lot on this trip,
and we'll learn all about the Skeezers and Flatheads, anyhow. Time
doesn't make much diff'rence in the Land of Oz, 'cause we don't grow
up, or get old, or become sick and die, as they do other places; so,
if we explore one place at a time, we'll by-an'-by know all about
every nook and corner in Oz."
Dorothy wore around her waist the Nome King's Magic Belt, which
protected her from harm, and the Magic Ring which Glinda had given her
was on her finger. Ozma had merely slipped a small silver wand into
the bosom of her gown, for fairies do not use chemicals and herbs and
the tools of wizards and sorcerers to perform their magic. The Silver
Wand was Ozma's one weapon of offense and defense and by its use she
could accomplish many things.
They had left the Emerald City just at sunrise and the Sawhorse
traveled very swiftly over the roads towards the north, but in a few
hours the wooden animal had to slacken his pace because the farm
houses had become few and far between and often there were no paths at
all in the direction they wished to follow. At such times they crossed
the fields, avoiding groups of trees and fording the streams and
rivulets whenever they came to them. But finally they reached a broad
hillside closely covered with scrubby brush, through which the wagon
could not pass.
"It will be difficult even for you and me to get through without
tearing our dresses," said Ozma, "so we must leave the Sawhorse and
the Wagon here until our return."
"That's all right," Dorothy replied, "I'm tired riding, anyhow. Do you
s'pose, Ozma, we're anywhere near the Skeezer Country?"
"I cannot tell, Dorothy dear, but I know we've been going in the right
direction, so we are sure to find it in time."
The scrubby brush was almost like a grove of small trees, for it
reached as high as the heads of the two girls, neither of whom was
very tall. They were obliged to thread their way in and out, until
Dorothy was afraid they would get lost, and finally they were halted
by a curious thing that barred their further progress. It was a huge
web--as if woven by gigantic spiders--and the delicate, lacy film was
fastened stoutly to the branches of the bushes and continued to the
right and left in the form of a half circle. The threads of this web
were of a brilliant purple color and woven into numerous artistic
patterns, but it reached from the ground to branches above the heads
of the girls and formed a sort of fence that hedged them in.
"It doesn't look very strong, though," said Dorothy. "I wonder if we
couldn't break through." She tried but found the web stronger than it
seemed. All her efforts could not break a single thread.
"We must go back, I think, and try to get around this peculiar web,"
Ozma decided.
So they turned to the right and, following the web, found that it
seemed to spread in a regular circle. On and on they went until
finally Ozma said they had returned to the exact spot from which they
had started. "Here is a handkerchief you dropped when we were here
before," she said to Dorothy.
"In that case, they must have built the web behind us, after we walked
into the trap," exclaimed the little girl.
"True," agreed Ozma, "an enemy has tried to imprison us."
"And they did it, too," said Dorothy. "I wonder who it was."
"It's a spider-web, I'm quite sure," returned Ozma, "but it must be
the work of enormous spiders."
"Quite right!" cried a voice behind them. Turning quickly around they
beheld a huge purple spider sitting not two yards away and regarding
them with its small bright eyes.
Then there crawled from the bushes a dozen more great purple spiders,
which saluted the first one and said:
"The web is finished, O King, and the strangers are our prisoners."
Dorothy did not like the looks of these spiders at all. They had big
heads, sharp claws, small eyes and fuzzy hair all over their purple
bodies.
"They look wicked," she whispered to Ozma. "What shall we do?"
Ozma gazed upon the spiders with a serious face.
"What is your object in making us prisoners?" she inquired.
"We need someone to keep house for us," answered the Spider King.
"There is sweeping and dusting to be done, and polishing and washing
of dishes, and that is work my people dislike to do. So we decided
that if any strangers came our way we would capture them and make them
our servants."
"I am Princess Ozma, Ruler of all Oz," said the girl with dignity.
"Well, I am King of all Spiders," was the reply, "and that makes me
your master. Come with me to my palace and I will instruct you in your
work."
"I won't," said Dorothy indignantly. "We won't have anything to do
with you."
"We'll see about that," returned the Spider in a severe tone, and the
next instant he made a dive straight at Dorothy, opening the claws in
his legs as if to grab and pinch her with the sharp points. But the
girl was wearing her Magic Belt and was not harmed. The Spider King
could not even touch her.
He turned swiftly and made a dash at Ozma, but she held her Magic Wand
over his head and the monster recoiled as if it had been struck.
"You'd better let us go," Dorothy advised him, "for you see you can't
hurt us."
"So I see," returned the Spider King angrily. "Your magic is greater
than mine. But I'll not help you to escape. If you can break the magic
web my people have woven you may go; if not you must stay here and
starve." With that the Spider King uttered a peculiar whistle and all
the spiders disappeared.
"There is more magic in my fairyland than I dreamed of," remarked the
beautiful Ozma, with a sigh of regret. "It seems that my laws have not
been obeyed, for even these monstrous spiders defy me by means of
magic."
"Never mind that now," said Dorothy; "let's see what we can do to get
out of this trap."
They now examined the web with great care and were amazed at its
strength. Although finer than the finest silken hairs, it resisted all
their efforts to work through, even though both girls threw all their
weight against it.
"We must find some instrument which will cut the threads of the web,"
said Ozma, finally. "Let us look about for such a tool."
So they wandered among the bushes and finally came to a shallow pool
of water, formed by a small bubbling spring. Dorothy stooped to get a
drink and discovered in the water a green crab, about as big as her
hand. The crab had two big, sharp claws, and as soon as Dorothy saw
them she had an idea that those claws could save them.
"Come out of the water," she called to the crab; "I want to talk to
you."
Rather lazily the crab rose to the surface and caught hold of a bit of
rock. With his head above the water he said in a cross voice:
"What do you want?"
"We want you to cut the web of the purple spiders with your claws, so
we can get through it," answered Dorothy. "You can do that, can't
you?"
"I suppose so," replied the crab. "But if I do what will you give me?"
"What do you wish?" Ozma inquired.
"I wish to be white, instead of green," said the crab. "Green crabs
are very common, and white ones are rare; besides the purple spiders,
which infest this hillside, are afraid of white crabs. Could you make
me white if I should agree to cut the web for you?"
"Yes," said Ozma, "I can do that easily. And, so you may know I am
speaking the truth, I will change your color now."
She waved her silver wand over the pool and the crab instantly became
snow-white--all except his eyes, which remained black. The creature
saw his reflection in the water and was so delighted that he at once
climbed out of the pool and began moving slowly toward the web, by
backing away from the pool. He moved so very slowly that Dorothy cried
out impatiently: "Dear me, this will never do!" Catching the crab in
her hands she ran with him to the web.
She had to hold him up even then, so he could reach with his claws
strand after strand of the filmy purple web, which he was able to
sever with one nip.
When enough of the web had been cut to allow them to pass, Dorothy ran
back to the pool and placed the white crab in the water, after which
she rejoined Ozma. They were just in time to escape through the web,
for several of the purple spiders now appeared, having discovered that
their web had been cut, and had the girls not rushed through the
opening the spiders would have quickly repaired the cuts and again
imprisoned them.
Ozma and Dorothy ran as fast as they could and although the angry
spiders threw a number of strands of web after them, hoping to lasso
them or entangle them in the coils, they managed to escape and clamber
to the top of the hill.