Late in the afternoon they drew near to the wonderful tin castle of the
Emperor of the Winkies, and Ojo and Scraps, who had never seen it
before, were filled with amazement.
Tin abounded in the Winkie Country and the Winkies were said to be the
most skillful tinsmiths in all the world. So the Tin Woodman had
employed them in building his magnificent castle, which was all of tin,
from the ground to the tallest turret, and so brightly polished that it
glittered in the sun's rays more gorgeously than silver. Around the
grounds of the castle ran a tin wall, with tin gates; but the gates
stood wide open because the Emperor had no enemies to disturb him.
When they entered the spacious grounds our travelers found more to
admire. Tin fountains sent sprays of clear water far into the air and
there were many beds of tin flowers, all as perfectly formed as any
natural flowers might be. There were tin trees, too, and here and there
shady bowers of tin, with tin benches and chairs to sit upon. Also, on
the sides of the pathway leading up to the front door of the castle,
were rows of tin statuary, very cleverly executed. Among these Ojo
recognized statues of Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, the Wizard, the
Shaggy Man, Jack Pumpkinhead and Ozma, all standing upon neat pedestals
of tin.
Toto was well acquainted with the residence of the Tin Woodman and,
being assured a joyful welcome, he ran ahead and barked so loudly at the
front door that the Tin Woodman heard him and came out in person to see
if it were really his old friend Toto. Next moment the tin man had
clasped the Scarecrow in a warm embrace and then turned to hug Dorothy.
But now his eye was arrested by the strange sight of the Patchwork Girl,
and he gazed upon her in mingled wonder and admiration.
THE TIN WOODMAN OBJECTS
CHAP. 27
[Illustration]
The Tin Woodman was one of the most important personages in all Oz.
Though Emperor of the Winkies, he owed allegiance to Ozma, who ruled all
the land, and the girl and the tin man were warm personal friends. He
was something of a dandy and kept his tin body brilliantly polished and
his tin joints well oiled. Also he was very courteous in manner and so
kind and gentle that everyone loved him. The Emperor greeted Ojo and
Scraps with cordial hospitality and ushered the entire party into his
handsome tin parlor, where all the furniture and pictures were made of
tin. The walls were paneled with tin and from the tin ceiling hung tin
chandeliers.
The Tin Woodman wanted to know, first of all, where Dorothy had found
the Patchwork Girl, so between them the visitors told the story of how
Scraps was made, as well as the accident to Margolotte and Unc Nunkie
and how Ojo had set out upon a journey to procure the things needed for
the Crooked Magician's magic charm. Then Dorothy told of their
adventures in the Quadling Country and how at last they succeeded in
getting the water from a dark well.
While the little girl was relating these adventures the Tin Woodman sat
in an easy chair listening with intense interest, while the others sat
grouped around him. Ojo, however, had kept his eyes fixed upon the body
of the tin Emperor, and now he noticed that under the joint of his left
knee a tiny drop of oil was forming. He watched this drop of oil with a
fast-beating heart, and feeling in his pocket brought out a tiny vial of
crystal, which he held secreted in his hand.
Presently the Tin Woodman changed his position, and at once Ojo, to the
astonishment of all, dropped to the floor and held his crystal vial
under the Emperor's knee joint. Just then the drop of oil fell, and the
boy caught it in his bottle and immediately corked it tight. Then, with
a red face and embarrassed manner, he rose to confront the others.
"What in the world were you doing?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"I caught a drop of oil that fell from your knee-joint," confessed Ojo.
"A drop of oil!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "Dear me, how careless my
valet must have been in oiling me this morning. I'm afraid I shall have
to scold the fellow, for I can't be dropping oil wherever I go."
"Never mind," said Dorothy. "Ojo seems glad to have the oil, for some
reason."
"Yes," declared the Munchkin boy, "I am glad. For one of the things the
Crooked Magician sent me to get was a drop of oil from a live man's
body. I had no idea, at first, that there was such a thing; but it's now
safe in the little crystal vial."
[Illustration]
"You are very welcome to it, indeed," said the Tin Woodman. "Have you
now secured all the things you were in search of?"
"Not quite all," answered Ojo. "There were five things I had to get, and
I have found four of them. I have the three hairs in the tip of a
Woozy's tail, a six-leaved clover, a gill of water from a dark well and
a drop of oil from a live man's body. The last thing is the easiest of
all to get, and I'm sure that my dear Unc Nunkie--and good Margolotte,
as well--will soon be restored to life."
The Munchkin boy said this with much pride and pleasure.
"Good!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "I congratulate you. But what is the
fifth and last thing you need, in order to complete the magic charm?"
"The left wing of a yellow butterfly," said Ojo. "In this yellow
country, and with your kind assistance, that ought to be very easy to
find."
The Tin Woodman stared at him in amazement.
"Surely you are joking!" he said.
"No," replied Ojo, much surprised; "I am in earnest."
"But do you think for a moment that I would permit you, or anyone else,
to pull the left wing from a yellow butterfly?" demanded the Tin Woodman
sternly.
"Why not, sir?"
"Why not? You ask me why not? It would be cruel--one of the most cruel
and heartless deeds I ever heard of," asserted the Tin Woodman. "The
butterflies are among the prettiest of all created things, and they are
very sensitive to pain. To tear a wing from one would cause it exquisite
torture and it would soon die in great agony. I would not permit such a
wicked deed under any circumstances!"
Ojo was astounded at hearing this. Dorothy, too, looked grave and
disconcerted, but she knew in her heart that the Tin Woodman was right.
The Scarecrow nodded his head in approval of his friend's speech, so it
was evident that he agreed with the Emperor's decision. Scraps looked
from one to another in perplexity.
"Who cares for a butterfly?" she asked.
"Don't you?" inquired the Tin Woodman.
"Not the snap of a finger, for I have no heart," said the Patchwork
Girl. "But I want to help Ojo, who is my friend, to rescue the uncle
whom he loves, and I'd kill a dozen useless butterflies to enable him to
do that."
The Tin Woodman sighed regretfully.
"You have kind instincts," he said, "and with a heart you would indeed
be a fine creature. I cannot blame you for your heartless remark, as you
cannot understand the feelings of those who possess hearts. I, for
instance, have a very neat and responsive heart which the wonderful
Wizard of Oz once gave me, and so I shall never--never--_never_ permit a
poor yellow butterfly to be tortured by anyone."
"The yellow country of the Winkies," said Ojo sadly, "is the only place
in Oz where a yellow butterfly can be found."
"I'm glad of that," said the Tin Woodman. "As I rule the Winkie Country,
I can protect my butterflies."
"Unless I get the wing--just one left wing--" said Ojo miserably, "I
can't save Unc Nunkie."
"Then he must remain a marble statue forever," declared the Tin Emperor,
firmly.
Ojo wiped his eyes, for he could not hold back the tears.
"I'll tell you what to do," said Scraps. "We'll take a whole yellow
butterfly, alive and well, to the Crooked Magician, and let him pull the
left wing off."
"No you won't," said the Tin Woodman. "You can't have one of my dear
little butterflies to treat in that way."
"Then what in the world shall we do?" asked Dorothy.
They all became silent and thoughtful. No one spoke for a long time.
Then the Tin Woodman suddenly roused himself and said:
"We must all go back to the Emerald City and ask Ozma's advice. She's a
wise little girl, our Ruler, and she may find a way to help Ojo save his
Unc Nunkie."
So the following morning the party started on the journey to the Emerald
City, which they reached in due time without any important adventure. It
was a sad journey for Ojo, for without the wing of the yellow butterfly
he saw no way to save Unc Nunkie--unless he waited six years for the
Crooked Magician to make a new lot of the Powder of Life. The boy was
utterly discouraged, and as he walked along he groaned aloud.
"Is anything hurting you?" inquired the Tin Woodman in a kindly tone,
for the Emperor was with the party.
"I'm Ojo the Unlucky," replied the boy. "I might have known I would fail
in anything I tried to do."
"Why are you Ojo the Unlucky?" asked the tin man.
"Because I was born on a Friday."
"Friday is not unlucky," declared the Emperor. "It's just one of seven
days. Do you suppose all the world becomes unlucky one-seventh of the
time?"
"It was the thirteenth day of the month," said Ojo.
"Thirteen! Ah, that is indeed a lucky number," replied the Tin Woodman.
"All my good luck seems to happen on the thirteenth. I suppose most
people never notice the good luck that comes to them with the number 13,
and yet if the least bit of bad luck falls on that day, they blame it to
the number, and not to the proper cause."
"Thirteen's my lucky number, too," remarked the Scarecrow.
"And mine," said Scraps. "I've just thirteen patches on my head."
"But," continued Ojo, "I'm left-handed."
"Many of our greatest men are that way," asserted the Emperor. "To be
left-handed is usually to be two-handed; the right-handed people are
usually one-handed."
"And I've a wart under my right arm," said Ojo.
"How lucky!" cried the Tin Woodman. "If it were on the end of your nose
it might be unlucky, but under your arm it is luckily out of the way."
"For all those reasons," said the Munchkin boy, "I have been called Ojo
the Unlucky."
"Then we must turn over a new leaf and call you henceforth Ojo the
Lucky," declared the tin man. "Every reason you have given is absurd.
But I have noticed that those who continually dread ill luck and fear it
will overtake them, have no time to take advantage of any good fortune
that comes their way. Make up your mind to be Ojo the Lucky."
"How can I?" asked the boy, "when all my attempts to save my dear uncle
have failed?"
"Never give up, Ojo," advised Dorothy. "No one ever knows what's going
to happen next."
Ojo did not reply, but he was so dejected that even their arrival at the
Emerald City failed to interest him.
The people joyfully cheered the appearance of the Tin Woodman, the
Scarecrow and Dorothy, who were all three general favorites, and on
entering the royal palace word came to them from Ozma that she would at
once grant them an audience.
Dorothy told the girl Ruler how successful they had been in their quest
until they came to the item of the yellow butterfly, which the Tin
Woodman positively refused to sacrifice to the magic potion.
[Illustration]
"He is quite right," said Ozma, who did not seem a bit surprised. "Had
Ojo told me that one of the things he sought was the wing of a yellow
butterfly I would have informed him, before he started out, that he
could never secure it. Then you would have been saved the troubles and
annoyances of your long journey."
"I didn't mind the journey at all," said Dorothy; "it was fun."
"As it has turned out," remarked Ojo, "I can never get the things the
Crooked Magician sent me for; and so, unless I wait the six years for
him to make the Powder of Life, Unc Nunkie cannot be saved."
Ozma smiled.
"Dr. Pipt will make no more Powder of Life, I promise you," said she. "I
have sent for him and had him brought to this palace, where he now is,
and his four kettles have been destroyed and his book of recipes burned
up. I have also had brought here the marble statues of your uncle and of
Margolotte, which are standing in the next room."
They were all greatly astonished at this announcement.
"Oh, let me see Unc Nunkie! Let me see him at once, please!" cried Ojo
eagerly.
"Wait a moment," replied Ozma, "for I have something more to say.
Nothing that happens in the Land of Oz escapes the notice of our wise
Sorceress, Glinda the Good. She knew all about the magic-making of Dr.
Pipt, and how he had brought the Glass Cat and the Patchwork Girl to
life, and the accident to Unc Nunkie and Margolotte, and of Ojo's quest
and his journey with Dorothy. Glinda also knew that Ojo would fail to
find all the things he sought, so she sent for our Wizard and instructed
him what to do. Something is going to happen in this palace, presently,
and that 'something' will, I am sure, please you all. And now,"
continued the girl Ruler, rising from her chair, "you may follow me into
the next room."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
CHAP. 28
[Illustration]
When Ojo entered the room he ran quickly to the statue of Unc Nunkie and
kissed the marble face affectionately.
"I did my best, Unc," he said, with a sob, "but it was no use!"
Then he drew back and looked around the room, and the sight of the
assembled company quite amazed him.
Aside from the marble statues of Unc Nunkie and Margolotte, the Glass
Cat was there, curled up on a rug; and the Woozy was there, sitting on
its square hind legs and looking on the scene with solemn interest; and
there was the Shaggy Man, in a suit of shaggy pea-green satin, and at a
table sat the little Wizard, looking quite important and as if he knew
much more than he cared to tell.
Last of all, Dr. Pipt was there, and the Crooked Magician sat humped up
in a chair, seeming very dejected but keeping his eyes fixed on the
lifeless form of his wife Margolotte, whom he fondly loved but whom he
now feared was lost to him forever.
Ozma took a chair which Jellia Jamb wheeled forward for the Ruler, and
back of her stood the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and Dorothy, as well as
the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger. The Wizard now arose and made a
low bow to Ozma and another less deferent bow to the assembled company.
"Ladies and gentlemen and beasts," he said, "I beg to announce that our
Gracious Ruler has permitted me to obey the commands of the great
Sorceress, Glinda the Good, whose humble Assistant I am proud to be. We
have discovered that the Crooked Magician has been indulging in his
magical arts contrary to Law, and therefore, by Royal Edict, I hereby
deprive him of all power to work magic in the future. He is no longer a
crooked magician, but a simple Munchkin; he is no longer even crooked,
but a man like other men."
As he pronounced these words the Wizard waved his hand toward Dr. Pipt
and instantly every crooked limb straightened out and became perfect.
The former magician, with a cry of joy, sprang to his feet, looked at
himself in wonder, and then fell back in his chair and watched the
Wizard with fascinated interest.
[Illustration]
"The Glass Cat, which Dr. Pipt lawlessly made," continued the Wizard,
"is a pretty cat, but its pink brains made it so conceited that it was a
disagreeable companion to everyone. So the other day I took away the
pink brains and replaced them with transparent ones, and now the Glass
Cat is so modest and well behaved that Ozma has decided to keep her in
the palace as a pet."
"I thank you," said the cat, in a soft voice.
"The Woozy has proved himself a good Woozy and a faithful friend," the
Wizard went on, "so we will send him to the Royal Menagerie, where he
will have good care and plenty to eat all his life."
"Much obliged," said the Woozy. "That beats being fenced up in a lonely
forest and starved."
"As for the Patchwork Girl," resumed the Wizard, "she is so remarkable
in appearance, and so clever and good tempered, that our Gracious Ruler
intends to preserve her carefully, as one of the curiosities of the
curious Land of Oz. Scraps may live in the palace, or wherever she
pleases, and be nobody's servant but her own."
"That's all right," said Scraps.
"We have all been interested in Ojo," the little Wizard continued,
"because his love for his unfortunate uncle has led him bravely to face
all sorts of dangers, in order that he might rescue him. The Munchkin
boy has a loyal and generous heart and has done his best to restore Unc
Nunkie to life. He has failed, but there are others more powerful than
the Crooked Magician, and there are more ways than Dr. Pipt knew of to
destroy the charm of the Liquid of Petrifaction. Glinda the Good has
told me of one way, and you shall now learn how great is the knowledge
and power of our peerless Sorceress."
[Illustration]
As he said this the Wizard advanced to the statue of Margolotte and made
a magic pass, at the same time muttering a magic word that none could
hear distinctly. At once the woman moved, turned her head wonderingly
this way and that, to note all who stood before her, and seeing Dr.
Pipt, ran forward and threw herself into her husband's outstretched
arms.
Then the Wizard made the magic pass and spoke the magic word before the
statue of Unc Nunkie. The old Munchkin immediately came to life and with
a low bow to the Wizard said: "Thanks."
But now Ojo rushed up and threw his arms joyfully about his uncle, and
the old man hugged his little nephew tenderly and stroked his hair and
wiped away the boy's tears with a handkerchief, for Ojo was crying from
pure happiness.
Ozma came forward to congratulate them.
"I have given to you, my dear Ojo and Unc Nunkie, a nice house just
outside the walls of the Emerald City," she said, "and there you shall
make your future home and be under my protection."
"Didn't I say you were Ojo the Lucky?" asked the Tin Woodman, as
everyone crowded around to shake Ojo's hand.
"Yes; and it is true!" replied Ojo, gratefully.
[Illustration]
THE END
The Land of Oz
The title page of this book says that it is "an account of the further
adventures of the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and also the
experiences of the Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug, Jack Pumpkinhead, the
Animated Saw-Horse and the Gump." Also in this book Mr. Baum first
presents Princess Ozma of Oz, Mombi, the witch; General Jinjur, and Dr.
Nikidik, inventor of the famous wishing pills.
In the country of the Gillikins lives a boy named Tip, who has been
bewitched by old Mombi. Tip makes Jack Pumpkinhead from a pumpkin, a
frame of sticks and some old clothes; Jack is brought to life through
one of the witch's mysterious possessions, and then Tip and Jack run
away. Soon they meet the Animated Saw-Horse, on whom they ride, and then
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman. Thereafter one adventure follows fast
upon another until the travelers, by the aid of the wonderful Gump,
reach the palace of Glinda the Good, who lifts from Tip the spell of the
old witch--with a most astonishing result.
"The Land of Oz" was the first of Mr. Baum's books to be illustrated by
John R. Neill, now a noted artist. Mr. Neill's wonderful success in
picturing the peculiar creations of the author led to a permanent
alliance between these two favorites of the children, and all of Mr.
Baum's later books have been adorned with Mr. Neill's pictures. In the
Land of Oz are about one hundred and fifty black-and-white illustrations
and sixteen charming full-page pictures in colors.
Ozma of Oz
As one little girl said, this is a "_real Ozzy_" book. It tells "more
about Little Dorothy," and introduces the Yellow Hen, Tiktok, the Hungry
Tiger, the Nome King, and many other remarkable personages. Our old
friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, play prominent parts.
There is a frightful storm at sea, during which Dorothy and Billina, the
Yellow Hen, are cast ashore. Here, after escaping the Wheelers, they
come across the mechanical man, Tiktok, and the three proceed through
the Land of Ev to the palace of a wicked princess, where they are all
imprisoned. They are rescued by Ozma, the Cowardly Lion, the Hungry
Tiger, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman. All then proceed to the realm
of the Nome King to effect the release of the Royal Family of Ev, who
have been enchanted by that cross old monarch. This done, after many
trials and difficulties, the adventurers return to the Emerald City,
where at a great feast the Hungry Tiger loses his appetite!
Billina is one of Mr. Baum's most delightful characters. All readers
will enjoy her wit and humor, which is backed up with much sound sense.
The Hungry Tiger is a worthy companion to our old friend, the Cowardly
Lion.
For Ozma of Oz, Mr. Neill made forty-one full page colored pictures,
twenty-two half pages in color, and more than fifty text illustrations,
besides special end-sheets and other decorations. It is one of the most
gorgeous of children's books.
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz
First thing--bang! And an earthquake drops Dorothy and Zeb, her boy
companion, through the earth's crust plumb into the Glass City. Here
they soon meet the Wonderful Wizard of Oz, who also has fallen into this
remarkable town. In company with Jim, the Cab Horse, Eureka, the
Discontented Kitten, and the Nine Tiny Piglets, Dorothy and her friends
are condemned to die, but escape into a tunnel through which they pass
into the Valley of Voices. In their efforts to reach either the surface
of the earth or the Land of Oz, where they would be helped by the
powerful Princess Ozma, they meet many dangers and have numerous
startling encounters with strange beings. Finally they are rescued by
Ozma and are safe in the Emerald City. Here there is a great reunion,
attended by the Tin Woodman, the Scarecrow, the Cowardly Lion, the
Hungry Tiger and many other of our old friends of Oz.
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz is embellished with sixteen full-page
inserts after paintings by John R. Neill. These pictures are reproduced
in full color by the most improved methods and are highly artistic and
beautiful. In addition, there are many black-and-white illustrations,
chapter headings, tail-pieces and decorations. The cover has an inlay
printed in four colors and gold.
The Road to Oz
This is a novelty in bookmaking for children. As the scene shifts from
one part to another of Mr. Baum's unique fairyland the tints of the
paper used for printing change from color to color in accordance with
the hue of the Country described. This color scheme, in connection with
Mr. Neill's delightful and characteristic illustrations--over one
hundred--make a truly wonderful book.
Among the new characters introduced are Button-Bright, the Shaggy Man,
King Dox and Johnny Doit.
The Road to Oz is a marvelous road, along which Dorothy and her
companions find many curious and strange inhabitants. They finally reach
Oz and visit the Castle of Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman, now become
Emperor of the Winkies, by whom they are escorted to the farm of Jack
Pumpkinhead and to the Emerald City.
Here Princess Ozma gives a banquet, at which the guests are beyond doubt
the most amazing collection ever assembled under one roof, including
Santa Claus, the Queen of Merryland, Para Bruin, the rubber bear; the
King of the Quadlings, the Candy Man, the Queen of Ev, Jellia Jamb,
General Jinjur, the Soldier with the Green Whiskers; Polychrome, the
Rainbow's Daughter, the Incubator Baby and John Dough.
Transcriber's Note:
The alternative spelling for Tik-tok as "Tiktok" used in the
advertisements at the end of the book; and the spelling of "UNK"
in the first chapter heading illustration have been retained as
they appear in the original publication.
Changes have been made as follows:
Page 68 Hyphen added to "bed-quilt" in
"bed-quilt and intended to be".
Page 145 "advise" to "advice" in
"Shaggy Man's advice"
Page 245 "solemly" to "solemnly" in
"said the Scarecrow solemnly"
Page 260 Closing quotation mark added to
"let's go back."
Page 279 Fullstop to comma in
"Can't you talk from this side,"
Page 294 "Hoppers" to "Horners" in
"and again the Horners laughed"
Page 309 Closing quotation mark added to
"... I could swim, or not,"