The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Lyman Frank Baum

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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

      The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

      © 1900 by Lyman Frank Baum

      Illustrator W. W. Denslow

      © Lunata Berlin 2020

      Contents

       The Cyclone

       The Council with the Munchkins

       How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow

       The Road Through the Forest

       The Rescue of the Tin Woodman

       The Cowardly Lion

       The Journey to the Great Oz

       The Deadly Poppy Field

       The Queen of the Field Mice

       The Guardian of the Gate

       The Wonderful City of Oz

       The Search for the Wicked Witch

       The Rescue

       The Winged Monkeys

       The Discovery of Oz, the Terrible

       The Magic Art of the Great Humbug

       How the Balloon Was Launched

       Away to the South

       Attacked by the Fighting Trees

       The Dainty China Country

       The Lion Becomes the King of Beast

       The Country of the Quadlings

       Glinda The Good Witch Grants Dorothy’s Wish

       Home Again

      The Cyclone

      Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar--except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.

      When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side.

      Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else.

      When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too. They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also. She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the child’s laughter that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy’s merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the little girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at.

      Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.

      It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.

      Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.

      From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the South, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.

      Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.

      »There’s a cyclone coming, Em,« he called to his wife. »I’ll go look after the stock.« Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.

      Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of the danger close at hand.

      »Quick, Dorothy!« she screamed. »Run for the cellar!«

      Toto jumped out of Dorothy’s arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt. When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost