Ozma of Oz. L. Frank Baum

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Название Ozma of Oz
Автор произведения L. Frank Baum
Жанр Детские приключения
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Издательство Детские приключения
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isbn 9781974998210



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      OZMA OF OZ

      By

      L. FRANK BAUM

      Illustrated by John R. Neil

      This edition published by Dreamscape Media LLC, 2018

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       About L. Frank Baum:

      Lyman Frank Baum (May 15, 1856 – May 6, 1919), better known as L. Frank Baum, was an American author chiefly famous for his children's books, particularly The Wonderful Wizard of Oz and its sequels. He wrote a total of 14 novels in the Oz series, plus 41 other novels, 83 short stories, more than 200 poems, and at least 42 scripts. He made numerous attempts to bring his works to the stage and the nascent medium of film; the 1939 adaptation of the first Oz book would become a landmark of twentieth-century cinema. His works anticipated many technological advances that would become commonplace a century later: television, augmented reality, laptop computers (The Master Key), wireless telephones (Tik-Tok of Oz), and cultural trends such as women in high-risk and action-heavy occupations (Mary Louise in the Country), police corruption and false evidence (Phoebe Daring), and the ubiquity of advertising on clothing (Aunt Jane's Nieces at Work).

      Source: Wikipedia

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

       Author's Note

       The Girl in the Chicken Coop

       The Yellow Hen

       Letters in the Sand

       Tiktok, the Machine Man

       Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail

       The Heads of Langwidere

       Ozma of Oz to the Rescue

       The Hungry Tiger

       The Royal Family of Ev

       The Giant with the Hammer

       The Nome King

       The Eleven Guesses

       The Nome King Laughs

       Dorothy Tries to be Brave

       Billina Frightens the Nome King

       Purple, Green and Gold

       The Scarecrow Wins the Fight

       The Fate of the Tin Woodman

       The King of Ev

       The Emerald City

       Dorothy's Magic Belt

      Author's Note

      My friends the children are responsible for this new "Oz Book," as they were for the last one, which was called The Land of Oz. Their sweet little letters plead to know "more about Dorothy"; and they ask: "What became of the Cowardly Lion?" and "What did Ozma do afterward?"—meaning, of course, after she became the Ruler of Oz. And some of them suggest plots to me, saying: "Please have Dorothy go to the Land of Oz again"; or, "Why don't you make Ozma and Dorothy meet, and have a good time together?" Indeed, could I do all that my little friends ask, I would be obliged to write dozens of books to satisfy their demands. And I wish I could, for I enjoy writing these stories just as much as the children say they enjoy reading them.

      Well, here is "more about Dorothy," and about our old friends the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and about the Cowardly Lion, and Ozma, and all the rest of them; and here, likewise, is a good deal about some new folks that are queer and unusual. One little friend, who read this story before it was printed, said to me: "Billina is real Ozzy, Mr. Baum, and so are Tiktok and the Hungry Tiger."

      If this judgment is unbiased and correct, and the little folks find this new story "real Ozzy," I shall be very glad indeed that I wrote it. But perhaps I shall get some more of those very welcome letters from my readers, telling me just how they like "Ozma of Oz." I hope so, anyway.

      L. FRANK BAUM.

      MACATAWA, 1907.

      The wind blew hard and joggled the water of the ocean, sending ripples across its surface. Then the wind pushed the edges of the ripples until they became waves, and shoved the waves around until they became billows. The billows rolled dreadfully high: higher even than the tops of houses. Some of them, indeed, rolled as high as the tops of tall trees, and seemed like mountains; and the gulfs between the great billows were like deep valleys.

      All this mad dashing and splashing of the waters of the big