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

      “They are both gone,” replied the machine. “Mr. Smith was an art-ist, as well as an in-vent-or, and he painted a picture of a riv-er which was so nat-ur-al that, as he was reaching a-cross it to paint some flowers on the op-po-site bank, he fell in-to the wa-ter and was drowned.”

      “Oh, I’m sorry for that!” exclaimed the little girl.

      “Mis-ter Tin-ker,” continued Tiktok, “made a lad-der so tall that he could rest the end of it against the moon, while he stood on the highest rung and picked the lit-tle stars to set in the points of the king’s crown. But when he got to the moon Mis-ter Tin-ker found it such a love-ly place that he de-cid-ed to live there, so he pulled up the lad-der af-ter him and we have nev-er seen him since.”

      “He must have been a great loss to this country,” said Dorothy, who was by this time eating her custard pie.

      “He was,” acknowledged Tiktok. “Also he is a great loss to me. For if I should get out of or-der I do not know of an-y one a-ble to re-pair me, because I am so com-pli-cat-ed. You have no i-de-a how full of ma-chin-er-y I am.”

      “I can imagine it,” said Dorothy, readily.

      “And now,” continued the machine, “I must stop talking and be-gin thinking a-gain of a way to es-cape from this rock.” So he turned half way around, in order to think without being disturbed.

      “The best thinker I ever knew,” said Dorothy to the yellow hen, “was a scarecrow.”

      “Nonsense!” snapped Billina.

      “It is true,” declared Dorothy. “I met him in the Land of Oz, and he traveled with me to the city of the great Wizard of Oz, so as to get some brains, for his head was only stuffed with straw. But it seemed to me that he thought just as well before he got his brains as he did afterward.”

      “Do you expect me to believe all that rubbish about the Land of Oz?” enquired Billina, who seemed a little cross—perhaps because bugs were scarce.

      “What rubbish?” asked the child, who was now finishing her nuts and raisins.

      “Why, your impossible stories about animals that can talk, and a tin woodman who is alive, and a scarecrow who can think.”

      “They are all there,” said Dorothy, “for I have seen them.”

      “I don’t believe it!” cried the hen, with a toss of her head.

      “That’s ‘cause you’re so ign’rant,” replied the girl, who was a little offended at her friend Billina’s speech.

      “In the Land of Oz,” remarked Tiktok, turning toward them, “an-y-thing is pos-si-ble. For it is a won-der-ful fair-y country.”

      “There, Billina! what did I say?” cried Dorothy. And then she turned to the machine and asked in an eager tone: “Do you know the Land of Oz, Tiktok?”

      “No; but I have heard a-bout it,” said the cop-per man. “For it is on-ly sep-a-ra-ted from this Land of Ev by a broad des-ert.”

      Dorothy clapped her hands together delightedly.

      “I’m glad of that!” she exclaimed. “It makes me quite happy to be so near my old friends. The scarecrow I told you of, Billina, is the King of the Land of Oz.”

      “Par-don me. He is not the king now,” said Tiktok.

      “He was when I left there,” declared Dorothy.

      “I know,” said Tiktok, “but there was a rev-o-lu-tion in the Land of Oz, and the Scarecrow was deposed by a soldier wo-man named Gen-er-al Jin-jur. And then Jin-jur was deposed by a lit-tle girl named Oz-ma, who was the rightful heir to the throne and now rules the land un-der the ti-tle of Oz-ma of Oz.”

      “That is news to me,” said Dorothy, thoughtfully. “But I s’pose lots of things have happened since I left the Land of Oz. I wonder what has become of the Scarecrow, and of the Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion. And I wonder who this girl Ozma is, for I never heard of her before.”

      But Tiktok did not reply to this. He had turned around again to resume his thinking.

      Dorothy packed the rest of the food back into the pail, so as not to be wasteful of good things, and the yellow hen forgot her dignity far enough to pick up all of the scattered crumbs, which she ate rather greedily, although she had so lately pretended to despise the things that Dorothy preferred as food.

      By this time Tiktok approached them with his stiff bow.

      “Be kind e-nough to fol-low me,” he said, “and I will lead you a-way from here to the town of Ev-na, where you will be more com-for-ta-ble, and al-so I will protect you from the Wheelers.”

      “All right,” answered Dorothy, promptly. “I’m ready!”

      6. The Heads of Langwidere

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      They walked slowly down the path between the rocks, Tiktok going first, Dorothy following him, and the yellow hen trotting along last of all.

      At the foot of the path the copper man leaned down and tossed aside with ease the rocks that encumbered the way. Then he turned to Dorothy and said:

      “Let me car-ry your din-ner-pail.”

      She placed it in his right hand at once, and the copper fingers closed firmly over the stout handle.

      Then the little procession marched out upon the level sands.

      As soon as the three Wheelers who were guarding the mound saw them, they began to shout their wild cries and rolled swiftly toward the little group, as if to capture them or bar their way. But when the foremost had approached near enough, Tiktok swung the tin dinner-pail and struck the Wheeler a sharp blow over its head with the queer weapon. Perhaps it did not hurt very much, but it made a great noise, and the Wheeler uttered a howl and tumbled over upon its side. The next minute it scrambled to its wheels and rolled away as fast as it could go, screeching with fear at the same time.

      “I told you they were harmless,” began Tiktok; but before he could say more another Wheeler was upon them. Crack! went the dinner-pail against its head, knocking its straw hat a dozen feet away; and that was enough for this Wheeler, also. It rolled away after the first one, and the third did not wait to be pounded with the pail, but joined its fellows as quickly as its wheels would whirl.

      The yellow hen gave a cackle of delight, and flying to a perch upon Tiktok’s shoulder, she said:

      “Bravely done, my copper friend! and wisely thought of, too. Now we are free from those ugly creatures.”

      But just then a large band of Wheelers rolled from the forest, and relying upon their numbers to conquer, they advanced fiercely upon Tiktok. Dorothy grabbed Billina in her arms and held her tight, and the machine embraced the form of the little girl with his left arm, the better to protect her. Then the Wheelers were upon them.

      Rattlety, bang! bang! went the dinner-pail in every direction, and it made so much clatter bumping against the heads of the Wheelers that they were much more frightened than hurt and fled in a great panic. All, that is, except their leader. This Wheeler had stumbled against another and fallen flat upon his back, and before he could get his wheels under him to rise again, Tiktok had fastened his copper fingers into the neck of the gorgeous jacket of his foe and held him fast.

      “Tell your peo-ple to go a-way,” commanded the machine.

      The leader of the Wheelers hesitated to give this order, so Tiktok shook him as a terrier dog does a rat, until the Wheeler’s teeth rattled together with a noise like hailstones on a window pane. Then, as soon as the creature could get its breath, it shouted to the others to roll away, which they immediately did.

      “Now,” said Tiktok, “you shall