WIZARD OF OZ - Complete Series. L. Frank Baum

      “Very clever,” said the Wizard, nodding his head as if pleased. “I am delighted to find humbugs inside the earth, just the same as on top of it. Were you ever with a circus, brother?”

      “No,” said the Sorcerer.

      “You ought to join one,” declared the little man seriously. “I belong to Bailum & Barney’s Great Consolidated Shows—three rings in one tent and a menagerie on the side. It’s a fine aggregation, I assure you.”

      “What do you do?” asked the Sorcerer.

      “I go up in a balloon, usually, to draw the crowds to the circus. But I’ve just had the bad luck to come out of the sky, skip the solid earth, and land lower down than I intended. But never mind. It isn’t everybody who gets a chance to see your Land of the Gabazoos.”

      “Mangaboos,” said the Sorcerer, correcting him. “If you are a Wizard you ought to be able to call people by their right names.”

      “Oh, I’m a Wizard; you may be sure of that. Just as good a Wizard as you are a Sorcerer.”

      “That remains to be seen,” said the other.

      “If you are able to prove that you are better,” said the Prince to the little man, “I will make you the Chief Wizard of this domain. Otherwise—”

      “What will happen otherwise?” asked the Wizard.

      “I will stop you from living and forbid you to be planted,” returned the Prince.

      “That does not sound especially pleasant,” said the little man, looking at the one with the star uneasily. “But never mind. I’ll beat Old Prickly, all right.”

      “My name is Gwig,” said the Sorcerer, turning his heartless, cruel eyes upon his rival. “Let me see you equal the sorcery I am about to perform.”

      He waved a thorny hand and at once the tinkling of bells was heard, playing sweet music. Yet, look where she would, Dorothy could discover no bells at all in the great glass hall.

      The Mangaboo people listened, but showed no great interest. It was one of the things Gwig usually did to prove he was a sorcerer.

      Now was the Wizard’s turn, so he smiled upon the assemblage and asked:

      “Will somebody kindly loan me a hat?”

      No one did, because the Mangaboos did not wear hats, and Zeb had lost his, somehow, in his flight through the air.

      “Ahem!” said the Wizard, “will somebody please loan me a handkerchief?”

      But they had no handkerchiefs, either.

      “Very good,” remarked the Wizard. “I’ll use my own hat, if you please. Now, good people, observe me carefully. You see, there is nothing up my sleeve and nothing concealed about my person. Also, my hat is quite empty.” He took off his hat and held it upside down, shaking it briskly.

      “Let me see it,” said the Sorcerer.

      He took the hat and examined it carefully, returning it afterward to the Wizard.

      “Now,” said the little man, “I will create something out of nothing.”

      He placed the hat upon the glass floor, made a pass with his hand, and then removed the hat, displaying a little white piglet no bigger than a mouse, which began to run around here and there and to grunt and squeal in a tiny, shrill voice.

      The people watched it intently, for they had never seen a pig before, big or little. The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.

      He placed one upon the floor, so that it could run around, and pulled apart the other, making three piglets in all; and then one of these was pulled apart, making four piglets. The Wizard continued this surprising performance until nine tiny piglets were running about at his feet, all squealing and grunting in a very comical way.

      “Now,” said the Wizard of Oz, “having created something from nothing, I will make something nothing again.”

      With this he caught up two of the piglets and pushed them together, so that the two were one. Then he caught up another piglet and pushed it into the first, where it disappeared. And so, one by one, the nine tiny piglets were pushed together until but a single one of the creatures remained. This the Wizard placed underneath his hat and made a mystic sign above it. When he removed his hat the last piglet had disappeared entirely.

      The little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:

      “You are indeed a wonderful Wizard, and your powers are greater than those of my Sorcerer.”

      “He will not be a wonderful Wizard long,” remarked Gwig.

      “Why not?” enquired the Wizard.

      “Because I am going to stop your breath,” was the reply. “I perceive that you are curiously constructed, and that if you cannot breathe you cannot keep alive.”

      The little man looked troubled.

      “How long will it take you to stop my breath?” he asked.

      “About five minutes. I’m going to begin now. Watch me carefully.”

      He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long. Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword. By the time he had attached a handle to this sword he was having much trouble to breathe, as the charm of the Sorcerer was beginning to take effect.

      So the Wizard lost no more time, but leaping forward he raised the sharp sword, whirled it once or twice around his head, and then gave a mighty stroke that cut the body of the Sorcerer exactly in two.

      Dorothy screamed and expected to see a terrible sight; but as the two halves of the Sorcerer fell apart on the floor she saw that he had no bones or blood inside of him at all, and that the place where he was cut looked much like a sliced turnip or potato.

      “Why, he’s vegetable!” cried the Wizard, astonished.

      “Of course,” said the Prince. “We are all vegetable, in this country. Are you not vegetable, also?”

      “No,” answered the Wizard. “People on top of the earth are all meat. Will your Sorcerer die?”

      “Certainly, sir. He is really dead now, and will wither very quickly. So we must plant him at once, that other Sorcerers may grow upon his bush,” continued the Prince.

      “What do you mean by that?” asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.

      “If you will accompany me to our public gardens,” replied the Prince, “I will explain to you much better than I can here the mysteries of our Vegetable Kingdom.”

4. The Vegetable Kingdom

      After the Wizard had wiped the dampness from his sword and taken it apart and put the pieces into their leathern case again, the man with the star ordered some of his people to carry the two halves of the Sorcerer to the public gardens.

      Jim pricked up his ears when he heard they were going to the gardens, and wanted to join the party, thinking he might find something proper to eat; so Zeb put down the top of the buggy and invited the Wizard to ride with them. The seat was amply wide enough for the little man and the two children, and when Jim started to leave the hall the kitten jumped upon his back and sat there quite contentedly.

      So the procession moved through the streets, the bearers of the Sorcerer first, the Prince next, then Jim drawing the buggy with the strangers inside