FANTASTICAL ADVENTURES – L. Frank Baum Edition (Childhood Essentials Library). Лаймен Фрэнк Баум

wonder I didn’t think of that myself,” said the Pumpkinhead.

      “I don’t,” returned the Scarecrow. “You’re no wiser than the rest of us, are you? But let us make a wish at once. Who will swallow the first pill?”

      “Suppose you do it,” suggested Tip.

      “I can’t,” said the Scarecrow.

      “Why not? You’ve a mouth, haven’t you?” asked the boy.

      “Yes; but my mouth is painted on, and there’s no swallow connected with it,” answered the Scarecrow. “In fact,” he continued, looking from one to another critically, “I believe the boy and the WoggleBug are the only ones in our party that are able to swallow.”

      Observing the truth of this remark, Tip said:

      “Then I will undertake to make the first wish. Give me one of the Silver Pills.”

      This the Scarecrow tried to do; but his padded gloves were too clumsy to clutch so small an object, and he held the box toward the boy while Tip selected one of the pills and swallowed it.

      “Count!” cried the Scarecrow.

      “One-half, one, three, five, seven, nine, eleven,” counted Tip. “thirteen, fifteen, seventeen.”

      “Now wish!” said the Tin Woodman anxiously:

      But Just then the boy began to suffer such fearful pains that he became alarmed.

      “The pill has poisoned me!” he gasped; “O—h! O-o-o-o-o! Ouch! Murder! Fire! O-o-h!” and here he rolled upon the bottom of the nest in such contortions that he frightened them all.

      “What can we do for you. Speak, I beg!” entreated the Tin Woodman, tears of sympathy running down his nickel cheeks.

      “I—I don’t know!” answered Tip. “O—h! I wish I’d never swallowed that pill!”

      Then at once the pain stopped, and the boy rose to his feet again and found the Scarecrow looking with amazement at the end of the pepperbox.

      “What’s happened?” asked the boy, a little ashamed of his recent exhibition.

      “Why, the three pills are in the box again!” said the Scarecrow.

      “Of course they are,” the WoggleBug declared. “Didn’t Tip wish that he’d never swallowed one of them? Well, the wish came true, and he didn’t swallow one of them. So of course they are all three in the box.”

      “That may be; but the pill gave me a dreadful pain, just the same,” said the boy.

      “Impossible!” declared the WoggleBug. “If you have never swallowed it, the pill can not have given you a pain. And as your wish, being granted, proves you did not swallow the pill, it is also plain that you suffered no pain.”

      “Then it was a splendid imitation of a pain,” retorted Tip, angrily. “Suppose you try the next pill yourself. We’ve wasted one wish already.”

      “Oh, no, we haven’t!” protested the Scarecrow. “Here are still three pills in the box, and each pill is good for a wish.”

      “Now you’re making my head ache,” said Tip. “I can’t understand the thing at all. But I won’t take another pill, I promise you!” and with this remark he retired sulkily to the back of the nest.

      “Well,” said the WoggleBug, “it remains for me to save us in my most Highly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated manner; for I seem to be the only one able and willing to make a wish. Let me have one of the pills.”

      He swallowed it without hesitation, and they all stood admiring his courage while the Insect counted seventeen by twos in the same way that Tip had done. And for some reason—perhaps because WoggleBugs have stronger stomachs than boys—the silver pellet caused it no pain whatever.

      “I wish the Gump’s broken wings mended, and as good as new!” said the WoggleBug, in a slow; impressive voice.

      All turned to look at the Thing, and so quickly had the wish been granted that the Gump lay before them in perfect repair, and as well able to fly through the air as when it had first been brought to life on the roof of the palace.

      20. The Scarecrow Appeals to Glenda the Good

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      “Hooray!” shouted the Scarecrow, gaily. “We can now leave this miserable Jackdaws’ nest whenever we please.”

      “But it is nearly dark,” said the Tin Woodman; “and unless we wait until morning to make our flight we may get into more trouble. I don’t like these night trips, for one never knows what will happen.”

      So it was decided to wait until daylight, and the adventurers amused themselves in the twilight by searching the Jackdaws’ nest for treasures.

      The WoggleBug found two handsome bracelets of wrought gold, which fitted his slender arms very well. The Scarecrow took a fancy for rings, of which there were many in the nest. Before long he had fitted a ring to each finger of his padded gloves, and not being content with that display he added one more to each thumb. As he carefully chose those rings set with sparkling stones, such as rubies, amethysts and sapphires, the Scarecrow’s hands now presented a most brilliant appearance.

      “This nest would be a picnic for Queen Jinjur,” said he, musingly. “for as nearly as I can make out she and her girls conquered me merely to rob my city of its emeralds.”

      The Tin Woodman was content with his diamond necklace and refused to accept any additional decorations; but Tip secured a fine gold watch, which was attached to a heavy fob, and placed it in his pocket with much pride. He also pinned several jeweled brooches to Jack Pumpkinhead’s red waistcoat, and attached a lorgnette, by means of a fine chain, to the neck of the SawHorse.

      “It’s very pretty,” said the creature, regarding the lorgnette approvingly; “but what is it for?”

      None of them could answer that question, however; so the SawHorse decided it was some rare decoration and became very fond of it.

      That none of the party might be slighted, they ended by placing several large seal rings upon the points of the Gump’s antlers, although that odd personage seemed by no means gratified by the attention.

      Darkness soon fell upon them, and Tip and the WoggleBug went to sleep while the others sat down to wait patiently for the day.

      Next morning they had cause to congratulate themselves upon the useful condition of the Gump; for with daylight a great flock of Jackdaws approached to engage in one more battle for the possession of the nest.

      But our adventurers did not wait for the assault. They tumbled into the cushioned seats of the sofas as quickly as possible, and Tip gave the word to the Gump to start.

      At once it rose into the air, the great wings flopping strongly and with regular motions, and in a few moments they were so far from the nest that the chattering Jackdaws took possession without any attempt at pursuit.

      The Thing flew due North, going in the same direction from whence it had come. At least, that was the Scarecrow’s opinion, and the others agreed that the Scarecrow was the best judge of direction. After passing over several cities and villages the Gump carried them high above a broad plain where houses became more and more scattered until they disappeared altogether. Next came the wide, sandy desert separating the rest of the world from the Land of Oz, and before noon they saw the domeshaped houses that proved they were once more within the borders of their native land.

      “But the houses and fences are blue,” said the Tin Woodman, “and that indicates we are in the land of the Munchkins, and therefore a long distance from Glinda the Good.”

      “What shall we do?” asked the boy, turning