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<h1>The Marvelous Land of Oz</h1>
<h2 class="no-break">by L. Frank Baum</h2>
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<h2>Author’s Note</h2>
<p>After the publication of “The Wonderful Wizard of OZ” I began to
receive letters from children, telling me of their pleasure in reading the
story and asking me to “write something more” about the Scarecrow
and the Tin Woodman. At first I considered these little letters, frank and
earnest though they were, in the light of pretty compliments; but the letters
continued to come during succeeding months, and even years.</p>
<p>Finally I promised one little girl, who made a long journey to see me and
prefer her request,—and she is a “Dorothy,” by the
way—that when a thousand little girls had written me a thousand little
letters asking for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman I would write the book,
Either little Dorothy was a fairy in disguise, and waved her magic wand, or the
success of the stage production of “The Wizard of OZ” made new
friends for the story, For the thousand letters reached their destination long
since—and many more followed them.</p>
<p>And now, although pleading guilty to long delay, I have kept my promise in this
book.</p>
<p>L. FRANK BAUM.</p>
<p>Chicago, June, 1904</p>
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<p class="letter">
To those excellent good fellows and comedians David C. Montgomery and Frank A.
Stone whose clever personations of the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow have
delighted thousands of children throughout the land, this book is gratefully
dedicated by THE AUTHOR</p>
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<h2>LIST OF CHAPTERS</h2>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap01">Tip Manufactures Pumpkinhead</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap02">The Marvelous Powder of Life</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap03">The Flight of the Fugitives</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap04">Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap05">The Awakening of the Saw-horse</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap06">Jack Pumpkinhead’s Ride to the Emerald City</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap07">His Majesty the Scarecrow</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap08">Gen. Jinjur’s Army of Revolt</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap09">The Scarecrow Plans an escape</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap10">The Journey to the Tin Woodman</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap11">A Nickel-Plated Emperor</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap12">Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E.</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap13">A Highly Magnified History</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap14">Old Mombi indulges in Witchcraft</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap15">The Prisoners of the Queen</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap16">The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap17">The Astonishing Flight of the Gump</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap18">In the Jackdaw’s Nest</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap19">Dr. Nikidik’s Famous Wishing Pills</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap20">The Scarecrow Appeals to Glinda the Good</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap21">The Tin-Woodman Plucks a Rose</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap22">The Transformation of Old Mombi</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap23">Princess Ozma of Oz</SPAN></td>
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<td> <SPAN href="#chap24">The Riches of Content</SPAN></td>
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<h2><SPAN name="chap01"></SPAN> Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead</h2>
<p>In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived
a youth called Tip. There was more to his name than that, for old Mombi often
declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no one was expected to say
such a long word when “Tip” would do just as well.</p>
<p>This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought when quite
young to be reared by the old woman known as Mombi, whose reputation, I am
sorry to say, was none of the best. For the Gillikin people had reason to
suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and therefore hesitated to associate
with her.</p>
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<p>Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that part of
the Land of Oz had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her dominions. So
Tip’s guardian, however much she might aspire to working magic, realized
it was unlawful to be more than a Sorceress, or at most a Wizardess.</p>
<p>Tip was made to carry wood from the forest, that the old woman might boil her
pot. He also worked in the corn-fields, hoeing and husking; and he fed the pigs
and milked the four-horned cow that was Mombi’s especial pride.</p>
<p>But you must not suppose he worked all the time, for he felt that would be bad
for him. When sent to the forest Tip often climbed trees for birds’ eggs
or amused himself chasing the fleet white rabbits or fishing in the brooks with
bent pins. Then he would hastily gather his armful of wood and carry it home.
And when he was supposed to be working in the corn-fields, and the tall stalks
hid him from Mombi’s view, Tip would often dig in the gopher holes, or if
the mood seized him—lie upon his back between the rows of corn and take a
nap. So, by taking care not to exhaust his strength, he grew as strong and
rugged as a boy may be.</p>
<p>Mombi’s curious magic often frightened her neighbors, and they treated
her shyly, yet respectfully, because of her weird powers. But Tip frankly hated
her, and took no pains to hide his feelings. Indeed, he sometimes showed less
respect for the old woman than he should have done, considering she was his
guardian.</p>
<p>There were pumpkins in Mombi’s corn-fields, lying golden red among the
rows of green stalks; and these had been planted and carefully tended that the
four-horned cow might eat of them in the winter time. But one day, after the
corn had all been cut and stacked, and Tip was carrying the pumpkins to the
stable, he took a notion to make a “Jack Lantern” and try to give
the old woman a fright with it.</p>
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<p>So he selected a fine, big pumpkin—one with a lustrous, orange-red
color—and began carving it. With the point of his knife he made two round
eyes, a three-cornered nose, and a mouth shaped like a new moon. The face, when
completed, could not have been considered strictly beautiful; but it wore a
smile so big and broad, and was so Jolly in expression, that even Tip laughed
as he looked admiringly at his work.</p>
<p>The child had no playmates, so he did not know that boys often dig out the
inside of a “pumpkin-jack,” and in the space thus made put a
lighted candle to render the face more startling; but he conceived an idea of
his own that promised to be quite as effective. He decided to manufacture the
form of a man, who would wear this pumpkin head, and to stand it in a place
where old Mombi would meet it face to face.</p>
<p>“And then,” said Tip to himself, with a laugh, “she’ll
squeal louder than the brown pig does when I pull her tail, and shiver with
fright worse than I did last year when I had the ague!”</p>
<p>He had plenty of time to accomplish this task, for Mombi had gone to a
village—to buy groceries, she said—and it was a journey of at least
two days.</p>
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<p>So he took his axe to the forest, and selected some stout, straight saplings,
which he cut down and trimmed of all their twigs and leaves. From these he
would make the arms, and legs, and feet of his man. For the body he stripped a
sheet of thick bark from around a big tree, and with much labor fashioned it
into a cylinder of about the right size, pinning the edges together with wooden
pegs. Then, whistling happily as he worked, he carefully jointed the limbs and
fastened them to the body with pegs whittled into shape with his knife.</p>
<p>By the time this feat had been accomplished it began to grow dark, and Tip
remembered he must milk the cow and feed the pigs. So he picked up his wooden
man and carried it back to the house with him.</p>
<p>During the evening, by the light of the fire in the kitchen, Tip carefully
rounded all the edges of the joints and smoothed the rough places in a neat and
workmanlike manner. Then he stood the figure up against the wall and admired
it. It seemed remarkably tall, even for a full-grown man; but that was a good
point in a small boy’s eyes, and Tip did not object at all to the size of
his creation.</p>
<p>Next morning, when he looked at his work again, Tip saw he had forgotten to
give the dummy a neck, by means of which he might fasten the pumpkinhead to the
body. So he went again to the forest, which was not far away, and chopped from
a tree several pieces of wood with which to complete his work. When he returned
he fastened a cross-piece to the upper end of the body, making a hole through
the center to hold upright the neck. The bit of wood which formed this neck was
also sharpened at the upper end, and when all was ready Tip put on the pumpkin
head, pressing it well down onto the neck, and found that it fitted very well.
The head could be turned to one side or the other, as he pleased, and the
hinges of the arms and legs allowed him to place the dummy in any position he
desired.</p>
<p>“Now, that,” declared Tip, proudly, “is really a very fine
man, and it ought to frighten several screeches out of old Mombi! But it would
be much more lifelike if it were properly dressed.”</p>
<p>To find clothing seemed no easy task; but Tip boldly ransacked the great chest
in which Mombi kept all her keepsakes and treasures, and at the very bottom he
discovered some purple trousers, a red shirt and a pink vest which was dotted
with white spots. These he carried away to his man and succeeded, although the
garments did not fit very well, in dressing the creature in a jaunty fashion.
Some knit stockings belonging to Mombi and a much worn pair of his own shoes
completed the man’s apparel, and Tip was so delighted that he danced up
and down and laughed aloud in boyish ecstacy.</p>
<p>“I must give him a name!” he cried. “So good a man as this
must surely have a name. I believe,” he added, after a moment’s
thought, “I will name the fellow ‘Jack Pumpkinhead!’”</p>
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