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The cowardly lion of Oz
Thompson, Ruth Plumly, 1893-1976
Baum, L. Frank ( Lyman Frank ), 1856-1919 ( Original author )
Neill, John R. ( John Rea ) ( Illustrator )
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founded on and continuing the famous Oz stories by L. Frank Baum

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University of South Florida
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By Ruth Pl inly Thompson Founded on and Continniny eFamous L.FRANK BAUM


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The Cowardly Lion of Oz BY RUTH PLUMLY THOMPSON Founded on and continuing the Famou1 Oz Stories BY .. L. FRANK BAUM "Royal Historian of Oz" Illustrated by JOHN R. NEILL The Reilly & Lee Co. Chicago


Printed in the United State s of Amertca Copyright, 1923 . , The :Rcil!Y 8e Lee Co. The Lion of O z


Dear Girls and Boys: This is the Lion's book, because it is mostly about him and the people who. were hunting him. Why, I do not believe there has been so much excitement in Oz since the Scarecrow fell down his family tree. Imagine anyone daring to hunt our dear old jolly friend, just as if he were a common, man-eating creature, and imagine -l But here I go telling the whole story. Read it yourself and then tell me exactly what you think of this Mustafa of Mudge and his blue whiskers. I hope you will . like Snorer. It must be convenient to have a .Jike his. Speaking of radios, if you should happen to hear any OZ news over yours will you tell me T Will you T If there's anything I love better than strawberries in January it's Oz news in July or December or August-or any time I I've had some of the finest letters from boys and girls lately, but there is always room in my letter box for just one more. Maybe there is one there now from you to dear . me T I must run down and look . Lots of good Oz luck until the Emerald clock in the royal palace strikes book time again I Philadelphia, July of 1923. RUTH PLUMLY THOMPSON.


This book is dedicated to My sister Dorothy Thompson Curtiss and all other lovely Dorothys including Dorothy of Oz Ruth Plumly Thompson . ,


Chapter Page 1 Mustafa of Mudge ................................. . . . . 15 2 Magic at the Circus. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29 3 At the Court of Mudge. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36 4 Mustafa's Mandate ................................ , . . . 46 5 Two Cowardly Lion Hunters. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59 6 The Seven Doors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 72 7 The Escape from Doorways. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 84 8 The Cowardly Lion's Quest. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 98 9 In Search of a Brave Man .............................. 110 10 On the Isle of Un ...................................... 129 11 A Strange Fishing Party ............................... 144 12 Saved by a Flyaboutabus. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 157 13 Mustafa's Blue Magic ........ .......................... 172 14 Flying in a Deluge ..................................... 188 15 Mustafa Keeps Watch .....•........ -._ ................... 202 16 A Fall from the Sky ....... : . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 206 17 The Stone Man of Oz ................................... 221 18 N otta 's Last Disguise. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 234 19 In the Emerald City .................................... 247 20 The Cowardly Lion's Peril. . .. . . .. .. . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . 260 21 Oz Magic Triumphs ......................... , . . . . . . . . . . 276 22 A Happy Home in Oz. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . • 285




Chapter 1 Mustafa of Mudge "TAZZ Y WALLER, I must have another lion," said Mustafa of Mudge, giving his blue whiskers a terrible tweak. ".Another lion, Tazzywaller, at once!" "Your already has nine thousand nine hun dred and ninety-nine lions and a half 1" said Tazzywaller bowing humbly. "Oh, that!" interrupted Mustafa impatiently. "Very 15


The Cowardly Lion of Oz careless of you, Tazzywaller, to bring me half a lionthe wrong half, too! Monstrous annoying to see the back legs and tail of a lion jumping about in the resUnnatural, I call it." "But, your Highness will remember that had not a fortunate blow of my scimitar cut off the right half of the lion I would have been devoured, eaten, destroyed!" Tazzywaller's eyes bulged at the unhappy recollec tion. ''I'd have endeavored to console myself," sniffed Mustafa disagreeably, "and Panapee would make an ex cellent chamberlain. But this is wasting time. I must have another lion. A lion, I tell you, at once!" Mustafa's voice rose to a roar. Springing from his throne, he began stamping first one foot, then the other. The round face of poor Tazzywaller grew paler at each stamp. "But there are no more lions in Mudge," he pleaded. "Your Highness must know that. The royal hunters have tracked them all down, and even if there were more, we cannot afford another single lion. I beg of your Highness to consider the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine already eating us out of our san dals. The Mudgers are complaining of the lion tax-" "Silence!" screamed Mustafa, jumping into the air 16


Chapter One so that he could stamp both feet at the same time. "You're making most of the noise yourself," said Taz zywaller sulkily. "What is all this arguing about'" demanded a sleepy voice, and through a curtain at the back of the apart ment appeared the huge, turbaned head of Mixtuppa, Queen of Mudge. "Lions!" your Majesty, sighed the chief chamber lain, looking uneasily at Mustafa's wife, who was even more unreasonable than her royal husband. "His Highness desires another lion." "Well, why don't ycru get him You know I can't stand this stamping," wheezed Mixtuppa irritably. "Neither can I," grumbled Mustafa. "It hurts my royal feet." "No one asked you to stamp. Why don't you stop sniffed Tazzywaller. "Will you get me the lion!" asked Mustafa, paus ing with foot upraised. "I would if there were any more, but there are no more lions in Mudge!" wailed Tazzywaller. Down came Mustafa's foot with a terrible stamp. "Great Gazupp!" screamed the monarch of Mudge. "What kind of a chamberlain are I'll appoint 17


The Cowardly Lion of Oz Panapee chamberlain in your place and you-you may feed the lions!" he finished furiously. Mustafa clapped his hands sharply and to the small Mudger who bounced into the room he snapped, "Tell Panapee to appear before me at once." He paid no attention to the pleadings of Tazzywaller, who was bumping his head o:ri the floor, nor to the advice of Mix tuppa, who was wagging her head through the cur tain. The next moment Panapee stood before the throne. He was as tall and thin as Tazzywaller was round and fat. His little eyes snapped with glee at sight of the chamberlain rolling about on the floor. As purse bearer he always had to walk back of Tazzywaller in royal processions, and to see his rival in disgrace was an exquisite pleasure to the envious old Mudger. "Your Excellency sent for asked Pana pee bowing deeply. "Yes," shrilled Mustafa, pushing back his turban and pointing a trembling finger at Tazzywaller. "He says there are no more lions in Mudge and I, Mustafa, must have another lion." "Your Highness knows best," murmured Pana pee, rolling up his eyes and putting his finger tips together. "You know as well as I that there are no more lions in Mudge," cried Tazzywaller, springing to his feet 18


Chapter One and shaking his fist under Panapee's nose. "There are other countries besides Mudge," said Pana pee loftily. "Now I presume your Highness was thinking of an odd, unusual sort of lion; something bigger and better than the kind now fighting amiably in the royal "How well you understand me," sighed Mustafa, sinking back among his cushions. "That's just what I do want, Panny-a strange, rare, royal sort of lion; one who will keep the rest in order and add to the honor and dignity of our court." "I have a book," confided Pana pee, placing his finger mysteriously beside his nose, "a book of lions, and if your Highness will but excuse me I will fetch it from my tent." "Are you going to get a lion out of a asked Mixtuppa sleepily. "How stupid of Tazzy, ,.all er not to have thought of that." Now, while Panapee goes for his book, I must tell you that Mudge is a blue and barbarous country in the southwestern part of the Munchkin country of Oz. It is a hot, dry, desert land and the Mudgers themselves are a short-tempered, long-legged tribe of trouble makers. They live in blue, striped tents and, if it were not for their bright blue whiskers, you would take them 19


The Cowardly Lion of Oz for Arabs, as they wear sweeping white robes and turbans to protect themselves from the heat and desert sands. In olden Oz times the Mudgers used to descend upon the helpless little countries that surrounded them and carry off everything of value. But Glinda, the good sorceress of Oz, put a stop to that. One night, flying over Mudge in her swan chariot, she had dropped a blue book and it had fallen on the oldest Mudger in the kingdom, hitting him a terrible blow on the nose. It had been a blow to them all, for in gold letters on the first page of the book stood this sentence: "From this day on, any Mudger leaving the land of Mudge shall lose his head. By order of Ozma, Ruler of all Oz." There were other warnings in the blue book, but the first had changed the whole history of the country. No Mudger was brave enough to venture out of Mudge after that, so the thieving raids on other countries had stopped instantly, and the Mudgers, deprived of the pleasure of stealing from their neighbors, stole from each other, and were always quarreling among them selves and moving their tents from place to place. The peoples of the surr01 . 1nding countries would . come to the borders of Mudge to bargain for the dates, figs and 20


Chapter One cocoanuts for which the land was famous, but Mustafa's grandfather, who was then ruler of the desert kingdom, disagreeably decided that since no Mudger might leave Mudge no outsider should enter his coun-try. Warnings were posted on all the borders of Mudge and soon no one came near the horrid Ii ttle kingdom, so that it went on growing more blue and barbarous all the time, as people are b9und to do who have no friends or neighbors. When Mustafa, who really was not a bad fellow at heart, assumed the throne he tried to divert the minds of his quarrelsome subjects by organizing hunts. There were many lions in the uninhabited parts of the desert, and for a time hunting lions kept the Mudgers out of mischief. But soon they were quarreling over even that, and the royal hunting expeditions were more in the nature of battles than pleasure excursions. Mustafa, in despair, confided to Tazzywaller that he much preferred the lions to his subjects. So Tazzy waller had mildly suggested that he keep a few for company. Mustafa, who was terribly bored with his duties as King, was delighted with the idea and issued orders that hereafter all lions should be brought to the royal tents. At first he had kept two or three in a large enclosed 21


The Cowardly Lion of Oz cage in his garden, but as his subjects grew more un manageable, his affection for lions increased. He in sisted upon more and more lions, until, as ler had stated, there were nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine and pne-half in the royal collection. Mustafa pretended that he kept these lions to frighten away the enemies of Mudge, and for this purpose he had a large iron enclosure erected all around the king dom, so that no one could come in or go out without passing through the royal lion reservation. Indeed, when the little Mun. chkin boys and girls recited their lessons, they always described Mudge as a country entirely surrounded by lions. But this was only an ex cuse. Mustafa knew well enough that no one dared leave Mudge, and that no one wanted to come there, but it sounded well when the people complained of the lion tax. Mustafa's lions were a terrible trial to poor Tazzy waller. To keep his position as chief chamberlain of Mudge, he must produce a lion whenever Mustafa de manded one. This was pretty often. By his orders the whole country had been combed for lions and only the week before word had been brought that there was not another lion left in the whole country. Then Taz zywaller himself had gone hunting, and after an ex-22


Chapter One hausting trip had come upon the very last old lion of Mudge. When Tazzywaller tried to capture him, the beast had selfishly tried to devour the fat chamberlain. In protecting himself Tazzywaller cut the old lion in two with his scimitar. Before he could remedy the dis-aster the front, and best part, of the lion had jumped over the lion enclosure and disappeared. In the Fairy Kingdom of Oz nothing can really be killed, so that both halves of the lion were quite unhurt and lively, but Mustafa had been very angry when Tazzywaller brought him the half he had managed to 23


The Cowardly Lion of Oz catch. It had almost cost him his position. "To think it was I who suggested lions in the first groaned poor Tazzywaller. "Lions! Bah! Mustafa has a taste for lions and lions have a taste for me!" "That's odd of them," drawled Mixtuppa, rolling her blue eyes at Tazzy. "Poor taste I call it!" "Silence!" exploded Mustafa so sharply that Mixtuppa hastily drew in her head. Mustafa was already regretting his unkindness, but he was too proud to take back his words. Yes, Tazzy would have to feed the lions. He sighed mournfully; but just then Panapee came whirling through the tent flap, a large book under his arm. "This book," puffed Panapee proudly-but he got no further. "Give it to me," commanded Mustafa, snatching the volume from Panapee. Even Tazzywaller edged nearer, and the sleepy head of Mixtuppa was again thrust through the curtain. "Famous Lions of read Mustafa, and opened the dusty volume with trembling fingers. But he got no further than the second page, for there was a picture of the most splendid lion he had ever seen in his whole Mudger existence, and underneath, in blue let ters, stood the words "This is the famous Cowardly 24


Chapter One Lion of Oz, King of all forest creatures." "Cowardly gasped Mustafa. "How singu lar! How rare! Why, he doesn't look cowardly at all." "If your Highness will but read," Panapee, pointing to the opposite page. Breathlessly Mustafa began. "The Cowardly Lion is one of the most unusual and celebrated lions in Oz. For many years he ruled over the forest kingdoms, but in the reign of the famous Wizard of Oz the Cowardly Lion was discovered by a little Kansas girl named Dorothy. He became so at tached to Dorothy that he accompanied her on her journey to the Emerald City, saving her life many times on the way, and proving so brave, in spite of his cowardice, that he won the love and admiration of all Oz. Since then he has spent most of his time in the capital city, sharing in all the adventures of court celebrities, and of Dorothy, who has been made a Royal Princess. He has, by his many brave deeds, endeared himself to the whole populace and-" "Panny!" burst out Mustafa, without waiting to read any more, "Panny, that is the lion I want, the Cowardly Lion of Oz!" "That is the lion he wantsf" repeated Mixtuppa, nod ding her head approvingly. 25


The Cowardly Lion of Oz "And of course he shall have it," sniffed Tazzywal ler, relieved to think he was no longer chamberlain. "Pana pee, produce this Cowardly Lion. At once!" "It will take a little time," began the new chamberlain of Mudge nervously . . "An expedition must be fitted out and-" "How about the warning in the book of asked Tazzywaller sarcastically. "Do you suppose anyone is going to risk his head just for the honor of catching this Cowardly "It would be a great honor," said Panapee, looking slyly at his rival, "a very great honor. I was about to suggest that you, dear Tazzywaller, undertake the journey. Even though you were to lose your head, you could still feed the lions of Mudge." screamed Tazzywaller, almost turning a som ersault. "Oh, no, my brave Panapee, it would be too great an honor for me. I am only the lion feeder. I must feed them at once!" Tazzywaller started on a run for the door, but Mustafa called him back. "You used to give me good advice, Tazzywaller," sighed the ruler of Mudge. "Who do you think could catch this Cowardly Lion of "Why not Pana asked the former chamberlain wickedly. "He is a strong, brave man." 26


Chapter One "Yes, but what would your Highness do without an quavered Pana pee in a tremulous tone. "He could take my advice," drawled Mixtuppa, "and to begin with I'd-" What Mixtuppa was about to advise will never be known, for right here fifteen Mudgers burst into the royal tent. "Lion! " screamed the first. "Lion! Lion! Lion! " screamed the others, whirling their scimitars until the confusion was terrible. "Letme catch him!" cried Tazzywaller, butPanapee 27


The Cowardly Lion of Oz clutched at his sleeve. "No, let me!" squealed Pana pee, brushing past him. "I am chief chamberlain of Mudge!" "Perhaps it is the Cowardly Lion," puffed Mustafa, springing rapturously from his throne, and next minute they had all rolled, run or tumbled out of the tent, screaming in a way to curdle the blood of twenty lions. Under the largest palm tree in the sandy waste Mustafa was pleased to call his garden stood a very lumpy and peculiar-looking lion! 28


CHAPTER 2 Magic at the Circus IT was raining outside, it was hot and stuffy inside and it was the last day of the circus in Stumptown. All over the big tent people moved about restlessly on the hard seats, and grumbled when sudden splashes of rain came pelting through the tent top. Mothers were thinking anxiously of the wet journey home, young ladies were worrying about their spring bonnets, and 29


The Cowardly Lion of Oz even the boys and girls were only applauding half heartedly as old Billy,. the elephant, rang dinner bells in one ring and the Glicko sisters swung dizzily from trapezes in the other. The chief clown ran distractedly around both rings. He stood on his head, he walked on his hands, he leaped over the elephant, he pretended he was a balky donkey. But no one laughed. They didn't even smile at his oldest jokes. "This is too terrible," gulped the clown, stepping be hind a pillar. "Not one real laugh the whole after noon! What's the matter with these folks He wiped the perspiration from his forehead, hastily powdered his nose and dashed out again. It was beginning to thunder now, and the animals in the outside tent set up a dreadful roaring. From looking bored, the people began to look frightened. Something must be done. The worried clown rushed into the center ring and sprang to the back of the big elephant. "Ladies and gentlemen!" shouted the clown, waving his arms to attract attention. "Ladies and gen tlemen, I am about to perform one of the most aston ishing and amazing feats ever executed-a trick that has astounded the crowned heads of Europe, Asia and Africa. Ladies and gentlemen-" 30


Chapter Two People on the back rows, who were already pushing their way toward the exits, paused. A little girl in the twenty-five-cent seats cheered faintly. Thus en couraged, the clown turned a really marvelous somersault and landed on the tip of the elephant's trunk. "Will some small boy kindly step forward," begged the clown, glancing hurriedly along the front rows. "For this trick I need a small, active boy. Ah, there he is!" Urging the elephant to the very edge of the ring, the clown snatched a small, red-headed boy from a group of solemn-eyed orphans, who had been brought to the circus for a special treat. The crowd gasped with surprise, and the orphan tried to wriggle out of his coat, but the clown held on firmly. "One toss of this boy into the air, and he will disappear; a toss of my cap and he will reappear. Watch!" cried the clown, putting his fingers to his lips. "What are you trying to demanded the ringmaster in a hoarse whisper. "You can't really make him disappear, you know." The clown realized this, but he was going to make that crowd laugh-or disappear himself. With a shrill whistle that made even the old elephant prick up his ears, he tossed the orphan to his shoulder and reeled 31


THERE WAS ,\ 'l'E.\RING RIP, AND TUE CLOWN DIS.\PPE.\RED 'l'IIROUGII rnE 'l'EN'l' 'l'Ol' ('/iapf11 :J


The Cowardly Lion of Oz off the first ridiculous rhyme that popped into his head. And this was it: '' Udge! Budget Go to Mudge! Udger budger, You're a A roar of delight went up from the crowd, and a roar of terror from the ringmaster, for the orphan had disappeared-disappeared as completely as a punctured balloon! "Help!" screamed the clown, dancing frantically up and down on the elephant's head. The audience was enchanted and rocking to and fro with merriment. "That's the best trick I've ever seen," gurgled a fat nan, mopping his face. "Look at him pretending to be frightened. Come on now, bring him back, you!" The clown cried out another '' Udge! Budge! Go to Mudge! U dger budger, I'm a Mudger!'' There was a tearing rip and a clap of thunder. The crowd stared, rubbed its eyes and stared again. No clown, no orphan! Why, this was tremendous! They 32


Chapter Two stamped ,with glee and shouted their approval. But the ringmaster fell breathlessly against a post, and the owner of the circus, with popping eyes, started on a run for the dressing tent. Not a bit too soon, either, for in a few seconds the crowd stopped laughing as sud denly as it had begun. Umbrellas were brandished furiously, and people shouted at the ringmaster to pro duce the orphan at once. The ringmaster was shaking in his shiny shoes, but he resolved to save himself if he could. Raising his whip for silence, he announced in his most impressive voice that the best part of the trick was to come-that the clown and orphan were at that minute standing at the circus gate to wave good bye to the company, one of the most distinguished and delightful companies it had ever been their pleasure to entertain. He clicked his heels together, made a deep bow and the crowd, convinced that he was speaking the truth, began to stream out of big tent. Without waiting another second, the ringmaster grasped old Billy by the ear and ran him toward the animal tent. In five minutes the whole circus force was dashing about in the pelting . rain, dragging out cages, prodding the elephants, tugging at the big horses, pulling down the tents. "Something terrible has happened; we've got to move 33


The Cowardly Lion of Oz out of here," chattered the owner of the show, rushing from group to group. By the time the indignant old gentleman who had brought the orphans to the circus had been to the gate and back, the first of the heavy circus wagons was already rattling over the hill. The few workmen, hastening the last bits of loading, shook their heads dully when he demanded the orphan and, after threatening and stamping in vain, the distracted old gentleman ran off to fetch the police, with the thirty-nine other orphans splashing delightedly behind him. 34


Chapter Two Police! What could police do against How did the clown know that the rhyme that had popped into his head was an old Oz It had carried off the orphan like a skyrocket, and when the clown had frantically repeated the magic words, he too had been snatched into the air, hurled through the tent top, and flung down beside the frightened little boy in the strangest land he had ever seen. Fortunately they had fallen on a soft dune of sand, and around them for miles and miles stretched a flat and silvery desert. 35


CHAPTER 3 At the Court of Mudge NEITHER the clown nor the boy spoke for several minutes. To tell the truth, they were breathless. Then the clown sat up and looked doubtfully at the or phan. "Well, here we are," he said, winking more from force of habit than because he felt particularly jolly. "Yes, sir!" gulped the orphan, swallowing hard. 36


Chapter Three "Now don't call me sir," begged the clown, making conversation to gain time. "Don't call me sir because I workedin a circus. My name is Notta-Notta Bit More. I was the last of twelve children, and my mother and father could not agree on a name for me. Every time my mother said, 'Call him Augustus Elmer More,' my father said, 'not a bit of it.' After while, being a clown himself and a joker by trade, he began calling me 'Notta Bit More' and Notta I've been ever since." The clown winked again. "Call me N otta, won't "Yes, sir," replied the orphan, swallowing again and trying not to cry. Seeing this, N otta turned a double somersault and stood on his head. "And what is your he asked, waving his legs cheerfully. "Bobbie Downs," sniffed the orphan, with another swallow. "How did you get The clown dropped down beside the little boy. "I think it came with me, sir," said Bobbie faintly. "Well, if you don't mind, we'll change it to Bob Up -for that's what we've done-and Bob Up sounds more lively than Bobbie Downs, don't you While N otta was talkin g he was glancing anxiously around him. "Bob," he said finally, "I think we've 37


• The Cowardly Lion. of Oz fallen in with another circus. See, there are the tents, and I hear lions roaring." "So do I," said Bobbie beginning to look more interested than frightened. "Yes, it's either a circus or a sea shore without any sea, continued the clown, running his fingers through the sand. "But anyway, here I am and here you are, and so long as you are here we'll bob up together. Let's go on to the main tent and see the show." B obbie stood up and shook the water from his cap. They were both dripping wet from the storm they had passed through, but the sun and wind of this queer desert country soon dried them off and, conversing almost cheerfully, they trudged through the deep sand toward a large blue, striped tent. "I've done a heap of traveling in my time," Notta, "but never in just this way. I've run into some strange places and walked into others; but this is the first time I ever talked myself into a country. There we were in a circus, quiet and natural like, then that rhyme pops into my head. I say it and off we go like a couple of skyrockets. We were just talked into this country, Bob, my boy, and a mighty tricky business I call it. But never mind, we'll just follow the rules anyway." 38


Chapter Three "What asked Bob, looking curiously at_ some tall palm trees, waving in the distance. He had never supposed palm trees existed outside of geography books. "Why," explained N otta, "just four simple little rules I made up to use in case of danger or trouble. First," he pulled out his little finger, "first I disguise myself. If that fails, I'm extree-mly polite. If po liteness doesn't do, I tell a joke. If the joke fails, I shout something no one can understand and run like sixty. So don't you worry, Bob; stick to me and run when I run and everything will turn out right. Do you know what makes me so Bob shook his head. "Disguises!" whispered Notta triumphantly. "I use them for padding. Mighty handy when I tumble about. Yes, sir, in here." Notta fondly patted his bulging suit. "In here I have six marvelous disguises ready to put on at a moment's notice, and in here," N otta tapped his powdery forehead, "in here, I've sixty different jokes, and lots of things I don't understand myself, so you see we are prepared for everything." "Yes, sir," said Bobbie solemnly, for he was a very solemn little boy. Living in an orphan asylum had made him that way and, as for adventures, he had never 39


The Cowardly Lion of Oz had an adventure in his life. There were lessons and meals and punishments, and once in a while a fight among . the older boys, but no one in that big, busy home had time to talk to Bobbie Downs, nor answer his questions. So Bobbie had grown quieter and more solemn each year of the seven he had spent in the dull gray asylum. Notta looked at the little boy curiously as he trudged along beside him. The kindly clown decided that he was going to like Bob Up, and right there he decided that Bob Up was going to have a little fun. "I'll bet he's never laughed out loud in his whole life," thought the clown to himself, and began running over in his head the funniest jokes tl}at he knew. He had just de termined on the one about the pig and the pound. of bacon, when an ear splitting screech knocked all thought of joking out of his mind. A huge figure, with bristling blue whiskers, had stepped out from behind a palm tree, taken one look at the two strangers and then disappeared in the direction of the blue tent, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Is it Blue quavered Bob, clutching N otta. "Bob," said the clown, swallowing hard, "I don't know, but we'll just try rule one." Fumbling in the bosom of his suit he dragged out a brown bundle, and 40


Chapter Three before the little boy could wink had stepped into it and dropped on all fours. "I'm a lion," panted N otta, "and if I roar loudly enough I may frighten them off. Stick close to me, Bob, and try to remember the rules. If I run, you run "Yes, sir!" gasped Bob, his eyes as round as cookies, for Notta's disguise was so real that he was almost afraid himself. Scarcely had N otta cleared his throat for a growl than a white robed company burst out of the blue tent, and descended upon them in a whirl of sand and scimitars. B _ ob was as brave as any boy, but his retired life in an orphan asylum had not prepared him for anything like this. Tears started to his eyes. With a scream of fright, he grasped N otta's woolly mane. "You'd better stop crying and get ready to run," whispered the clown nervously and finished his sen tence with such a roar that Bob jumped quite three feet. But the wild white company kept right on coming and, before Notta could get another growl going, a net was thrown over his head, a dozen of the blue whiskered villains were upon him and next instant he was rolling over and over in the sandy road. Bob had shut his eyes tight, expecting to be snatched 41


The Lion of Oz himself, but when nothing happened he opened them and saw with a little gasp that they were hustling Notta, with pricks and prods, towards the billowing blue tent. This was Bob's first adventure and he might have run away, but something inside of him, that he hadn't known about, kept him there. Right in that moment, and all of a sudden, Bob discovered that he was fonder of this clown whom he had known only a few moments than of anyone he had ever known before. He felt that if something terrible was going to happen to N otta it might as well happen to him too. "Bob Up," the clown had called him. Well, bob up he would. With trembling legs, he ran after the shouting company, and managed to squeeze into the royal tent unnoticed, behind the broad back of Tazzywaller. For as you have all guessed long before now, it was to Mudge that Notta had transported himself and the little boy. Notta's disguise, though somewhat askew, still held together and he was growling terribly to keep up his courage, at the same time looking anxiously around for Bob. His lion head had been knocked sideways, so that he could only see out of one eye, but what he man aged to see with one eye was enough to make him quake with terror. The Mudgers were shouting and hopping 42


Chapter Three about in front of a large blue throne, pointing at him with their :flashing scimitars. Then a tall, particularly thin fellow seized him by the ear. It was Panapee. "Lion," cried Pana pee haughtily, "this is your new master, Mustafa of Mudge. Your Highness, here is the lion you were just wishing for!" "An odd looking 'beast," puffed the ruler of Mudge, tugging at his mustache. "An awful looking creature I call it," sniffed Tazzy waller, who was jealous to think another lion really had been captured after he said there were no more. 43


The Cowardly Lion of Oz "Maybe it's the Cowardly Lion," mused Mustafa. HI see that his knees are trembling. Are you the Cowardly he demanded, pointing his scimitar at poor N otta. The clown roared dismally, to prove he was no coward. How was he to know that in the land of Oz all animals can and are expected to Why, he did not even know he was in Oz, and in the hands of the M udgers. "He refuses to answer," said Mustafa gloomily. "Well, a dumb lion is better than no lion at all. Take him away, Panny, and lock him up with the other lions. I hope he's a good fighter. Let me see, that makes ten thousand for you to feed, Tazzywaller, if the others don't chew this one up." He rubbed his hands joyfully together. "I'll come out later on and see how they take to him. But I am not going to be satisfied until I have the Cowardly Lion, Panny. This lion is a cowardly lion but not the Cowardly Lion. Take him a way!" Mustafa picked up the lion book and, waving Notta out of the tent, fell to looking at the picture of the Cowardly Lion of Oz. All during this conversation N otta's hair had been prickling under his mane. Ten thousand lions! Siz zling Better face these wild-looking men 44


Chapter Three than that. Rule one had failed, it was time to try rule two. "Come on," growled the Mudger at his head and gave the rope around his neck a sharp tug. But before the clown had a chance to move or speak, there was a shrill scream, and out rushed Bob Up, almost upsetting old Tazzywaller. He flung both arms around the trembling lion. "You shan't take him away," cried the little boy stormily. "It isn't a lion. It's Notta!" "N otta roared Mustafa, lurching forward and looking at Bobbie with astonishment. "Not a lion," cried the clown, rising on his hind legs and hastily removing his lion head. 45


CHAPTER 4 Mustafa's Mandate THERE was a moment of absolute silence following Notta's disclosure. With his lion body and clown head he presented an amazing and ridiculous appear ance. Nothing like this had ever been seen in Mudge, and the Mudgers simply gaped with astonishment. "Steady now, Bob," whispered the clown, putting his lion paw around the little boy. "All we have to do is 46


Chapter Four to be polite -rule two, you know!" Mustafa was the first to recover. "Not a lion!" cried the Monarch of Mudge hoarsely. "Why, how dare you disappoint me like Did you hear that, Tazzywaller, Panny, of He says he's not a lion." A sob of rage choked Mustafa's voice. "I apologize for not being a lion," said N otta, in a polite, slightly shaky voice. "Ten thousand pardons!" "Ten thousand puddings!" screamed Mustafa furi ously. "Puddings by all means, if your Highness prefers them," corrected N otta hastily. "I told you there were no more lions in Mudge," wheezed Tazzywaller with a triumphant glance at Panapee. "I knew it wasn't a lion all along." "Well, what is it asked Mustafa angrily. "The little fellow's a boy of some kind, but this He waved scornfully at the poor clown. "A wizard, your Highness!" hissed Panapee. "A wizard, that's what he is." "Now don't call me names," begged N otta, extending the front paws of his disguise. "I'm N otta." "Not a wizard, I suppose," said Tazzywaller scorn fully. 4J


The Cowardly Lion of Oz "Why don't you ask him how he got sighed Mixtuppa, reasonably enough. Notta stared curiously at the large head of Mixtuppa, wagging through the blue curtain. Perhaps here was someone who would understand politeness. "Madam, your Highness, gracious and lovely lady," began the clown with a deep bow, "we fell into this charming country through no fault of our own." "Well, it wasn't our fault; we have no faults here," snapped Mustafa ungraciously. "How did you get past the lion enclosure'" de manded Pana pee. "How do you explain this being a lion one minute and a creature of another sort the "Well, there is something very queer about it," admitted Notta, rubbing his forehead in a puzzled way. "One minute Bob and I were in a circus doing a bit of a trick and-" "I knew it was a trick," exclaimed Panapee triumphantly. "He admits it!" "Silence!" cried Mustafa, who was beginning to enjoy the recital. "You were in a circus' Tazzywaller, what is a "It's a show," explained Notta hastily, for he could tell by the puzzled faces of the Mudgers that they had 48


Chapter Four never heard of such a thing. "And we were in it. I put Bob on my shoulder and shouted a silly rhyme, and in a flash he is gone. I shout it again and I'm gone too!" "Gone asked Mustafa, rubbing his chin. "To here," replied N otta, gazing about him uneas ily. "Funny how a little verse could carry us so far. He recited: '' Udget Budge! Go to Mudge! U dger budger, I'm a Mudger!" No sooner had he done so than Mustafa sprang into the air and all the Mudgers began roaring with fright and fury. "He's discovered the secret of Mudge," shrilled Mus tafa, pulling out a handful of his whiskers. "How dare you use our own privately patented, particular, magic transformation Now you'll be wishing all sorts of people into the country!" "He's a wizard!" screamed Panapee. "I told you he was a wizard! Twist his tail; off with his head; throw him to the lions!" "Wait, let me explain," pleaded the clown, but his 49


The Cowardly Lion of Oz voice was drowned in the angry hubbub. Then all at once a gong at the back of the tent rang thunderously. Mustafa, who had already seized the tail of Notta's dis guise, paused. So did the others. On a platform at the other end of the tent stood Tazzywaller, thumping the gong with all his might. The noise was so terrible that even N otta and Bob, frightened though they were, had to cover their ears. Not until Mustafa ran to the little platform and commanded Tazzywaller to stop, did the awful clangor cease. "What do you mean by this panted Mustafa, seizing Tazzy's arm. "It was the only way I could get your attention," said Tazzywaller calmly. "I have something important to say. About lions," he finished meaningly. "Well, what is puffed Mustafa eagerly. "Be quiet!" he called to the Mudgers who were again closing in on N otta and Bob. "That person," cried Tazzywaller, with a wave toward N otta, "is undoubtedly a wizard. Instead of snatching off his head, which will be of no use to us, even as an ornament, why not compel him to serve He is a wizard, or he would not be in Mudge. Well then, let him go to the Emerald City and bring back the Cowardly Lion!" . , 50


Chapter Four Mustafa stared at his former chamberlain in amazed admiration, then flinging both arms about his neck, hugged him almost to suffocation. Next instant he had clapped his hands and issued a dozen orders to as many little servitors. At the first the shouting Mudgers retired backward from the tent, at the second Panapee also retired, leaving Bob and Notta alone with Tazzy and their Majesties. Outside, the marching and countermarching of the blue guard could be heard as they surrounded the royal tent. "The rules aren't working at all well, Bob," breathed N otta anxiously. Bob said nothing. He just clutched the clown's hand a little tighter and stared at Mustafa in open-eyed wonder. "Now then," chuckled the monarch of Mudge, "now then, my handsome wizard, what do you call "N otta," began the clown, resolved to be polite as long as possible, "N otta Bit More." "N otta!" coughed Mustafa, opening his eyes wide. "That doesn't sound like a name. It sounds like-" "A joke," put in the clown, with one of his broad smiles, "a little joke on me. You see it meant" to be funny." "Well, it doesn't amuse me at all." Mustafa stared solemnly into the clown's face. "Why are you so white' 51


The Cowardly Lion of Oz And why is his hair,"-Mustafa jerked his thumb at Bob-" so "For the same reason that your Majesty's whiskers are blue," replied N otta promptly. Mustafa did not quite like this answer. "Your he inquired next. "I suppose you deny being a "Oh, absolutely!" said N otta. "But my business, if your Majesty insists, is fun. I make people laugh and thus prolong their lives." "A funny business," sniffed Mustafa, with a puzzled 52


Chapter Four look at Tazzywaller. "Well, you will have to make me laugh to prolong your life, and the only thing that makes me laugh is lions!" "Lions!" N otta wrinkled up his forehead. "I'm afraid lions are not in my line at all. You see I didn't work in that part of the show." "You pretended to be a lion," interrupted Mustafa sternly, "and you have proved yourself a wizard. So unless you can capture the Cowardly Lion of Oz and bring him back to Mudge, you shall be thrown into the lion reservation, whereby nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lions will tear you to bits. Do you I agree?" "Tear me to bits!" gulped the clown. "My father often said I'd go to the dogs, but he never dreamed I'd be thrown to the lions. Say, is this Cowardly Lion very fierce?" Instead of answering, Mustafa handed him Panapee's lion book, saying, "You may read that while I make preparations for your journey." Smiling almost pleasantly, the Monarch of Mudge linked his arm through Tazzywaller's and disappeared behind the blue curtain at the back of the tent. Mixtuppa also dre:w in her head and Bob Up and Notta were left alone. 53


The Cowardly Lion of Oz "Isn't it time to ruri asked the little boy anxiously. He had never in his whole life heard so much about lions. But Notta put his fingers to his lips and shook his head. "No use," whispered the clown. "The tent's surrounded. We must pretend, my boy-pretend we are going to hunt this Cowardly Lion. Then, once out of the country, we'll take the first train home." He sat down on a huge cushion and began turning the pages of the lion book, Bob Up looking curiously over his shoulder. They were both quite interested in a de?4


Chapter Four scription of the Cowardly Lion and Princess Dorothy, when Mustafa came whirling back. He was followed by a small Mudger servant, with three white packets upon his head. "Here," said Mustafa, with a wave at the packets, "are provisions for three days. Travel straight north until you reach a yellow brick road and follow that road till you come to the Emerald City. There you will find the Cowardly Lion." "But, see here," began Notta, who had been doing some quick thinking, "why does not your Majesty transport this lion to Mudge by the magic verse6?" "For a wizard," sniffed Mustafa, "you are astonishingly stupid. That verse only transports people, and one must touch the person." "Well then, why not send some of your valiant tribesmen to capture him 6? I, I am a stranger here and have never captured a lion in my life." "Because it is written in the book of Mudge that any Mudger leaving his country will lose his head," droned Mixtuppa, thrusting her turban through the curtain. "And if you take my advice you will go at once. All this arguing keeps me awake, and when I'm awake I lose my temper, and when I lose my temper other folks lose their heads, and when that-" 55


The Cowardly Lion of Oz "I'll go," sighed N otta, seeing that no sense at all was to be had from this ridiculous pair. He stepped out of his lion disguise and, rolling it up into a small bundle, thrust it into his trouser leg. Next he slung the three packets around his neck and, taking Bob's hand, de clared himself ready to go. Rubbing his hands gleefully, Mustafa led them out of the royal tent, through a double line of the Mudger Guard, to the great iron enclosure that surrounded his kingdom. The lions were snarling and quarreling among themselves, but as soon as Mustafa came in sight they began calling him names and screaming for their dinner. "Be quiet, my little pets," chuckled the Monarch of Mudge good-naturedly. "This is not dinner, only a ' silly wizard." "Give us the boy, then," roared the largest of the lions, licking his chops. . "Give us the boy," roared all the other lions immedi ately. Notta and Bob Up stared at Mustafa's pets in horror and disbelief, for neither had in their lives ever heard a lion talk before. Bob, especially, was terribly dismayed by the personal nature of their conversation. But, while they were still trembling, two heavy doors were slipped through the bars, about five feet apart, 56


Chapter Four making a safe and narrow passageway through the en closure. The gates on the inside and outside of the en closure were unlocked and Mustafa waved imperiously for them to go. This N otta and Bob lost no time in doing. "Remember," called Mustafa warningly, as they scurried through, "if you run away instead of hunting for the Cowardly Lion, I shall know of it. When a messenger disobeys me, my magic ring turns black. If it turns black I shall know you are deceiving me, and in that case"-Mustafa held up his thumb so that Notta could see his ring-"in that case I shall take it off, and if I take it off you will both turn as blue us my whiskers and find .yourselves unable to move until ycu 57


The Cowardly Lion of Oz decide to do as I have commanded. Good-bye, my chalk faced wizard, a pleasant journey and a swift return!" N otta was too shocked and astounded to answer. Grasping Bob Up more firmly than before, he rushed out the iron gate and off 'through a field of blue daisies, until the dreadful roaring of the lions of Mudge could no longer be heard. "And this," puffed the clown at last, sinking down under a great tree, "this is what comes of trying to be funny. Never try to be funny, my boy." "No, sir," answered Bob, staring anxiously over his shoulder to see whether any of Mustafa's lions had fol lowed them.


CHAPTER 5 Two Cowardly Lion Hunters FOR a time Notta and Bob Up sat quietly under the tree, each busy with his own thoughts. The clown was repeating to himself Mustafa's warning, and trying to recall some m-ention of such a country as Mudge in the geographies he had studied. The little boy was thinking that at this time yesterday he was calmly eating oatmeal and apple sauce, with nothing more excit-59


The Cowardly Lion of Oz ing apead than lessons and bed. Perhaps he was asleep, and dreaming about lions and blue whiskered Mudgers. He touched N otta experimentally, to see if he would disappear or turn suddenly to the harsh-voiced matron of the orphan asylum. But the clown only turned a neat somersault, walked a few paces on his hands and sat down again. "Bob," asked the clown, tilting his cap forward so he could scratch his ear, "do I look like a lion Bob Up shook his head slowly and almost laughed. Something inside tickled tremendously, but he remem bered, just in time, that laughing was against the rules of the orphan home, so he swallowed instead. "We're both lion hunters," observed the clown reflectively, "and that being the case we had better start hunting at once, for it would never do for the lions to find us first. It's like a game of hide-and-seek, Bob. So long as we are hunting him, this Cowardly Lion is it. But if we stop hunting, then we're it. In a game of hide-and-seek with a lion, it's your hide or his. Being it, means being et, hide-and-seek and all!" N otta glanced slyly at Bob out of the corner of his eye to see whether he were going to smile. Bob wa.s looking uncertainly at the forest, stretching so darkly ahead, and thinking he would just as soon not play this 60


Chapter Five game of hide-and-seek at all. But as N otta had already started toward the forest, there was nothing for hirn to do but follow. The short, spring afternoon was drawing to a close and a round silver showed faintly over the tree tops. "Things might be a lot better, and again they might be a lot worse," mused N otta, as they walked along under the trees. "Why, if you were in the home, you would probably be eating corn meal mush for supper and-" "What are we going to have for supper, asked Bob, looking up at the clown inquiringly. "Well, hurrah!" shouted the clown, turning a rapid cartwheel. "You're getting on, my lad; called me Notta as natural as a brother. As to supper, that depends on Mustafa. Let's see what the old rascal has given us." On a fiat stump that happened to be near, N otta opened one of the packets and set out a regular feast. There were dozens of small meat sandwiches, there were ripe figs, a jar of honey, and a little jug full of blue tea, which they found most refreshing. After they had feasted, N otta carefully packed up the rest and, feeling more cheerful, the two cowardly lion hunters stepped along through the for est. "I can't make out where we are, at all," said the 61


The Cowardly Lion of Oz clown presently, "but in a country where lions talk, and verses fling one about, it's safer to obey orders, don't you think so, Bob Up, my So long as we travel towards this Emerald City we are obeying or ders and are safe from Mustafa's ring. When we get there is time enough to worry about the Cowardly Lion. Now take an Emerald City, Bob; did you ever hear of such a Why, it's as strange as blue whiskers and cowardly lions. Everything's strange. In fact, I think we've fallen into one of these fairy tales. I always had a kind of notion they were true!" "But the Cowardly Lion liked Dorothy," burst out Bob quite unexpectedly, "so maybe he will like us." He had been turning slowly over in his mind the few facts he had managed to read in the lion book. "Why, bless my heart!" cried the clown, looking down at Bob admiringly, "so he did, and furthermore, didn't that book say Dorothy was from Bob Up nodded solemnly. ''Well, then everything's clear as candy!" N otta turned a somersault from pure relief. "We'll go straight to this Emerald City and tell our troubles to Dorothy, and when she learns that we are from the United States, surely she will help us to get back, and if we could take a couple of talking lions along our fortune would be 62


Chapter Five made. Why, even Barnum and Bailey never showed a talking lion." Notta was so enthusiastic by this time that he fairly bounced along. But Bob was growing sleepy. He found it harder and harder to keep pace with Notta's long legs, and finally fell sprawling over the ;roots of a large tree. Notta had him up in a minute. "Lights out?" chuckled the clown, touching Bob's eyelids gently. "Well, then, let's go to bed. It's too dark to go on, anyway." "I don't see any beds," sighed Bob, leaning wearily against the clown's knee. "Neither do I," admitted the Clown, "but we'll just pretend we're flowers, and sleep on the ground." In a minute the clown had raked a pile of leaves together under the tree and placed Bob carefully in the center. "Are there any bears in this wood?" asked Bob, looking around doubtfully. It was quite dark now, and the moonlight sifting through the leaves made queer shapes out of all the shadows. "This isn't a bear forest," said N otta positively. "I think it's a fairy forest, Bob, and that reminds me of a song I used to know." Reaching over, N otta pulled the little boy into his big, comfortable lap, and with a twinkle in his eyes he put 63


The Cowardly Lion of Oz his back against the tree and began to sing: ''Oh the moon's a balloon On a silvery string, And the Sandman holds on to it tight! 'Tis a ticklish task -What would happen, I ask, If he let it fly off some fine " But he knows that there are Seven points to a star, That might puncture the moon; and a steeple Would finish it quite! How we'd miss it at night, For the moon means so much to some people! " There was another verse to the song, and Bob, leaning drowsily against N otta's chest, thought he had never heard anything so perfectly beautiful. He had never sat on a real lap before, nor had a song sung es pecially for him. So the little boy snuggled down con tentedly, his eyes straying to the moon, just visible above the tree tops. Why, there was a string on it, a bright silver string, and a little, old man was holding to the end, just as Notta had sung! "Fast asleep," muttered the clown, holding Bob a bit tighter. And so he was fast asleep and dreaming of the sandman's balloo:o. Notta meant to keep awake, 64


.11' Chapter Five for he was not so sure there were no bears in this dark forest, but the day's experiences had so tired him that, in a short time, he was sound asleep himself. No sooner had Notta's eyes closed, than a little, bent fairyman came tip-toeing from behind the tree. He held his lantern close to N otta's face. "Such a beautiful voice," sighed the little fellow to himself. "It would be a shame to have it swallowed up by one of the forest creatures. .And this must be a child." He held his lantern close to Bob's red head. He watched them for a while in silence, then pulling his silvery beard thoughtfully, set the little red lantern beside them and pattered off into the darkness. Notta had been right. It was a fairy forest. Every fore.:st in the wonderful land of Oz is a fairy fore st, in habited by strange creatures and peoples. But the clown's song had so pleased the old fairyman that he determined to protect the two strangers from all harm, and though many bears and other beasts came snuffling past, they dared not approach, for the red lantern told them plainly it was" Claws off." So grumbling and growling, they went searching further for their dinners. The little lantern disappeared with the first ray of sunshine and, quite unconscious of the dangers they 65


The Cowardly Lion of Oz had slept through, Notta and Bob awoke almost at the same minute. "Well," yawned N otta, winking the only eye he had open, "we're still here, I see." He rolled over and over and turned a dozen handsprings to get the kinks out of his back. "I've often wondered what made flowers so stiff and now I know. It's sleeping on the ground. I'm glad I'm not a flower, aren't you, Bob nodded and hopped up quite briskly. There was a fine breeze blowing, and the day was so sunny and bright that he felt ready for anything, and just to look at Notta made him feel happy. "Do you think we'll find the Emerald City he asked, skipping along beside the clown, who was making for a little brook just ahead. "Well, according to Mustafa, it ought to take three days," answered N otta. "But Mustafa was never in a circus, and anyone who has been in a circus can travel three times as fast as other folks, so I shouldn't be sur prised at all if we were to be eating our supper in this Emerald City to-night. If I had only wished old Billy along he could have carried us in style." "The exclaimed Bob, with round eyes. The clown nodded and, kneeling down on the edge of the brook, began to water on his face and hands. 66


Chapter Five Bob did the same, and had just taken off his shoes in order to paddle properly, when a cry from Notta made him pause. "Now I've done it," wailed the clown dolefully, jumping up and down. asked Bob curiously. "Washed my face." N otta pointed to his face, which was quite red and shiny from the cold water. ".And I haven't any powder! Have you any powder, Oh, my! Cold pie! It's hard enough to be funny with a white face, but without one I simply could not joke at all. Whatever's to become of I'm no clown this way." Bob was terribly distressed, for if N otta couldn't be funny nothing would seem the same. He felt hastily in his pockets-not that he expected to find anything, but because he didn't know what else to do-and in the last one his hand closed on a bag of candy the old gentleman had bought for him at the circus. It was squashed and sticky from being slept but mechan ically Bob handed it over. "Why, it's marshmallows!" cried Notta in delight. ''Bob, you have saved the honor of my profession. We must preserve these carefully." He patted his face with a small sugary marshmallow and surveyed his reflection 67


The Cowardly Lion of Oz with pleased satisfaction. "I feel funny already ," he announced cheerfully. Bob was much relieved and Notta did look more natural with his face whitened. "Now for breakfast," said the clown, licking the sugar off his lips. It was great fun, Bob thought, washing in a brook and having breakfast under the trees. After finishing off some more of Mustafa's sandwiches, they started quite briskly through the forest. "I think the rules are going to work better to-day," chuckled the clown, "I will use disguise number three. Number three's a bear, Bob Up. Now, here's our pro gram, first disguise, then politeness, then joke and run. We shall get along famously." Notta sprang into the air and clicked his heels together for very light-heart edness. Bob was thinking to himself that Notta's last dis guise had not helped them much, but he was too polite to mention such a thing, and as there seemed to be no danger in sight he trotted along contentedly, stopping now and then to pick the bright blue flowers that grew everywhere under the trees. The forest was not so large as it had seemed in the night, and in an hour they had come to the end of it and started down a narrow lane. "Well, we're still going north." N otta looked com-68


Chapter Five placently at a large sign post that stood at the beginning of the lane. "North Road to D," said the sign briefly. "Wonder what D stands "Because it can't sit down." The sign snapped out the sentence so suddenly that N otta tripped and fell over a stone, and Bob simply gasped with astonishment. "They didn't paint any line for it. to sit on," explained the sign post patiently. "Where does this lane go gulped the clown, edging over and taking Bob's hand. "It doesn't go any place. It stays where it is." "See here," puffed the clown in exasperation, "I never heard of a talking sign post, but so long as you can talk, you might give us a few directions." "I only give one direction and that's north. You can take it, or leave it." Notta tried the post with a few more questions, but it just sniffed sulkily, and seeing no more was to be got out of it, the two hurried on. "Maybe D stands for Dorothy," said Bob, after a little silence. "Maybe," mused the clown, looking uneasily over his shoulder, "but this is a strange country, and we'll have to take it as we find it. Hello, what's 69


The Cowardly Lion of Oz A sudden turn brought them up short, for the lane was closed off by a gray wall, so high one could not pos sibly climb over and so wide that it would take days to walk 'round. And in wall were seven heavy oak doors. "This is the Kingdom of Doorways," announced a large sign, posted half way up the walls. "Be sure to use the right door." "But which is the right gasped the clown, half expecting the sign to answer him. "There are seven," Bob, who had been 70


Chapter Five counting them up on his fingers. "And only one of them right," choked the clown anx iously. The two stood perfectly still, gazing in fascina tion at the seven doors. "Which is the right repeated Notta, scratching his ear doubtfully.


CHAPTER 6 The Seven Doors AS Bob and Notta came _ closer, they noticed that each door had a brass plate nailed on the center panel, engraved with various names and instructions. "Keep out!" directed one shortly. "Well, that surely cannot be the right one," ex claimed the clown, moving hastily to the next. "Don't waken the baby," advised the second door. 72


Chapter Six -So N otta and Bob tiptoed carefully past. "This way to the Dorms. No admittance till February," said the third door. "And it's only May now. We cannot possibly wait that long." N otta took off his hat and made the door a polite bow. "Besides," he explained to Bob, who was slowly spelling out the words on the fourth door, "Dorms stands for dormitories and dormitories stand for sleep. Who wants to "King Theodore the Third," said the fourth door. "Whew!" whistled Notta. "Another King! Come away, Bob Up, I don't trust these king chaps at all." "The Queen," announced the plate on the fifth door proudly," Adora the First. No one without a title need apply." "Well, we may not be earls, but we're early," chuckled N otta, winking at Bob. They hurried curiously to the sixth door. "Push!" said the plate. "But would that be ruminated Notta, rubbing his forehead anxiously. "Let's try the last door, Bob." "Don't try me too much or I'll fall on your head," wheezed a disagreeable voice. "Haven't you anything better to do than go trying poor hard-working 73


The Cowardly Lion of Oz After a talking sign, Notta and Bob should not have been surprised. But they were-simply astonished -and for a moment could do nothing but stare. "This door answers itself," said the plate on the seventh and strangest of all the strange doorways. "No bread, no ice, no milk; and if you're selling brushes you might as well go at once," continued the door sulkily. "We don't need any." "We're not!" interrupted N otta, in a slightly choked voice. "We just want to get in." "What asked the door stubbornly. "Is it a door Have you cards of "We're hunting Dorothy and the Cowardly Lion," volunteered Bob timidly. "A likely story," sniffed the door, looking contemptu ously from one to the other. "But what could one ex pect of people with curly ears." "We have not curly earil," cried Bob, stamping his foot indignantly. "Don't argue," said the door stiffly. "How's your temper-long or It rolled its wooden knot eyes inquiringly at Notta. "What's that got to do with our getting asked the clown impatiently. "Shortt" muttered the door triumphantly to itself. 74


Chapter Six " No, you'd better stay out, I think. Her highness is very slammish to-day, and the last time I let strangers in she nearly twisted my knob off. That's the trouble around here-when anything goes wrong, everybody slams the door. Sometimes I almost wish I were a sofa cushion." "I wish you were, myself," frowned the clown, "for then I'd toss you out of the way instead of wasting my breath here. Are you going to let us in or "Not!" snapped the door, rattling its knob vindic tively. "And I don't care a slam what you wish." "Bob," said N otta, turning his back on the door, "did you ever hear anything like Let's try Number Two. I'd rather risk wakening a baby than trying to argue with a door that answers itself." "I'm not afraid of babies," said Bob following man fully. The knob of Number Two turned easily and the door swung open with such a rush that both Notta and Bob fell through. At the first glimpse of that baby, Notta clapped his hand over Bob's mouth and, rising with quaking knees, pulled him toward the door. For you see it was a baby dragon-a snoring, roaring baby dragon as long and heavy as a freight train. It gave a shrill whistle and snort as the door slammed shut and Notta and Bob sat down in a weak heap. 75


The Cowardly Lion of Oz "Baby," choked the clown, rubbing his eyes, which were full of dragon smoke. "Well, if that's the baby, preserve me from the rest of the family!" "Will it come after shuddered Bob, in a frightened whisper. "How did you like our little The seventh door looked sideways at the two and chuckled wick edly. "Still want to get "Certainly," said N otta, turning a dozen cartwheels to relieve his nervousness, not that way." He winked reassuringly at Bob. "Before I do anything else I must put on my disguise. No wonder things are going so badly." "Don't you think you look silly wheezed the door rudely, as the clown drew out disguise number three. Notta paid no attention to this remark but, turning his back, struggled hastily into number three. Even Bob felt reassured, for this time Notta was dis guised as a bear-a huge and terrible-looking bear. Grasping Bob's hand he rushed at the door marked "Push," with such a ferocious growl that Number seven shook like a leaf. "Oh, my hinges," chattered the door, "that went through me lilre a sword." But immediately afterward It broke into derisive laughter. For no sooner had 76


Chapter Six Notta and Bob pushed Number Six, than Number Six pushed back, and so hard that the two went flying into a clump of blueberry bushes. "That's the door way to treat 'em, brother," roared Seven, and N otta picked himself up and straightened his bear skin. "Now some people," muttered the clown, helping Bobbie out of the brushes and shaking his paw at the door, "some people would be discouraged. But no more side shows, Bob. Let's try the Queen's doo1, if we're to be thrown out it might as well be done royally." ,, There was a silver bell on the Queen's door and Notta rang it quickly, before either of them had time to change their minds. For a moment nothing at all hap pened. Then the door knob disappeared. But horrors! Next instant it shot out, seized the two in a terrible clutch, and dragged them through the keyhole. Yes, it really did! Not only had they been pulled through the keyhole, but they felt as if they had been pulled through the key hole. Even N otta had nothing to say. He just lay on his back and panted. Whether the keyhole had stretched as they went through or whether they had shrunk, I cannot say. I only know they went through 77


The Cowardly Lion of Oz somehow and were on the other side of the Queen's door. "Q6.rds, please!" A doorman in a handsome blue satin uniform was leaning over them. "Are you he asked angrily. "Are you He thumped Notta on the head with his silver card plate. "Neither," groaned the clown. "What do you "Your titles," snapped the doorman, looking nerv ously over his shoulder. As he did so, a vase, three books and a pair of fire tongs struck the wall just above his head. "Oh, the Queen is in a fury, whatever shall I do next," he mumbled to himself, dropping the silver plate and then picking it up again. "Let's run," said Bob, pressing close to N otta. But the clown had already recovered his spirits and was fumbling in his pockets under his bear skin. "There you are." He calmly dropped two large buttons on the doorman's plate. "Just lead us to her Majesty at once." "Someone's been at the jam again," quavered the doorman without looking at the buttons. "Oh, the Queen's in a fury-a fury-a fury!" At each fury he gave a Jittle hop. "You said that before," observed N otta, looking 78


Chapter Six around curiously. "A fury! A fury! A fury!" persisted the doorman, continuing to hop, and as each hop carried him farther away he was soon out of sight. "Wait!" cried Notta, lumbering after him, for his disguise made him clumsy. "Wait!" cried Bob Up, running after Notta. Down the long hall they both ran, and, turning sud denly, found themselves in a large, impressive throne room. The entire wall space was taken up by doors of every size and shape imaginable and before each door 79


The Cowardly Lion of Oz stood a doorman similar the one they had already seen. In the center of the room were two magnificent thrones. On first sat a large, handsome Queen and on the second a small nervous King. The King's crown was entirely made of china door knobs, mounted on gold bars, while the Queen's was made of many gold door keys. The Queen was looking at the buttons as Bob and Notta entered. "Buttons! " hissed her Majesty contemptuously. "What do buttons stand "Us, your Highness!" replied Notta, bowing as low as his disguise would permit, and drawing Bob for ward. The King twiddled his thumbs and recited: 80


Chapter Six " B stands for buttons And B stands for bears, B stands for buttons and boyBring two chairs! '' "Nonsense!" thundered the Queen. The doormen hastily brought two chairs and Bob and N otta sat down. "I think he'll appreciate rule two," whispered the clown. "He's quite polite himself." "Theodore," said the Queen, her face beginning to work curiously, "Theodore, I believe they stole the jam. Bears 'and little boys are always stealing jam. And what right have they here without Where are their "Adorable Queen," said the clown, half rising and pointing with his paw to the buttons, "those are the badges of our or. der. We belong, your Highness, to the ancient and honorable Order of Bachelors, and are at present lords of all we survey." "Do you believe The Queen turned and squarely faced the King. "No!" said Theodore emphatically, turning to squarely face the Queen. "How could I, when there is no such place. Where is this he asked sternly. "Is it in Notta was so surprised at the sudden turn the con-81


The Cowardly Lion of Oz versation had taken that he sat down with a thump. "He's a dorm!" screeched the Queen, her voice rising and higher. "He's a dorm-that's what he is!" "What's a gasped Bob, so surprised that he forgot to be frightened. "A dorm is an animal that lies dormant in cold weather, like a bear or a 'possum, my dear Buttons," explained the King, shaking his finger at Bob, "but he's got no business here now." "I see it all," panted the Queen beginning to wave lier arms. "He didn't come here to sleep but to steal! Theodore, he has stolen the jam!" The King wagged his head from side to side as he repeated this verse: " He's come without reason And quite out of season; I agree with you, Ma 'am, He has stolen the jam l '' "Put out your tongue!" commanded the Queen, waving a bunch of keys at N otta. This N otta was unable to do, for his bear head had no tongue. "You see!" shrilled the Queen triumphantly, "he is afraid to put out his tongue. Slammer," she called, turning to a huge doorman, who stood behind the 82 ..


Chapter Six throne, "what is the punishment for door jam stealThe doorman a little book from his pocket and, after flipping over a number of pages, read in a high nasal voice, "Any one caught stealing the Queen's door jam shall have his knob twisted and every door in the kingdom slammed on him besides." "How fearfully unhealthy," muttered Notta, rising to protest his innocence. But the Queen waved him back, and banging her keys on the arm of her throne called loudly, "Slammer, carry out the sentence!" Slammer immediately blew a sharp whistle and every doorman in the room sprang toward the trembling Notta. "Stop!" cried Bob, doubling up his fists. "He didn't steal your old jam. 'Tisn't a bear at all, it's N otta!" "N otta gasped the King, rubbing his watery blue eyes, and leaning forward. "Not a bear!" puffed the clown, hastily snatching off his bear head, just as the first of the doormen grasped him by the shoulders. 83


CHAPTER 7 The Escape From Doorways ''WHAT do you mean by standing there and telling us you're not a puffed the King, as soon as he had got his breath. "It was a mistake, I see that now," said the clown, hastily stepping out of his disguise. "If your High ness will overlook it this once, it will never occur again." 84


Chapter Seven "Shall we overlook asked the King, turning to squarely face the Queen. Adora was staring in amazement at the clown, and being a very curious Queen she decided not to have the intruder slammed till she found out all about him. "We will overlook it for the present," she answered haughtily, waving the doormen back to their places. The King smiled and chanted this couplet: " She'll overlook it for the present; Be seated, please, and both look pleasant! " Bob sat down with a sigh of relief. What queer be ings this King and Queen were! Everything was queer, but for some reason or other Bob rather enjoyed it. King Theodore was not nearly $0 fierce as Mus tafa, and his singular habit of breaking into verse simply fascinated the little boy. "This brings us to rule three," confided N otta in a hoarse whisper. "Joke and run, you know!" "When is a door not a asked the Queen, pointing her finger suddenly at the clown. "When it's adorable, like your Majesty," replied Notta with a grin. "Or when it's a jar of door jam, like the one your Highness has just lost!" Before Adora had recovered from her surprise, N otta 85


The Cowardly Lion of Oz pointed his finger at the King and shouted, "Why is a tomato like a "Because it grows on a vine," answered King The odore sulkily, "and you needn't scream at me like that!" "Wrong!" said Notta triumphantly. "A tomato's like a book because it's red through." "Do you believe asked the King, turning to squarely face the Queen. "No!" said her Majesty shortly, "I don't." "But a bqok couldn't grow on a vine," objected Bob Up mildly. "My books do," insisted Theodore, pursing up his lips. "Where were you brought asked the Queen, staring at Bob severely. "You needn't answer if you don't want to," whis pered the King, as Bob squirmed uneasily around in his chair. "The main thing is, what brought you up "If it's a story, rise and speak. What do you wanU Whom do you seek!" "It is a story," said Notta, springing up quickly, and glad of this opportunity to tell their strange adven tlU'es and to ask a few : questions about the Emerald 86


Chapter Seven City. "A long story, your Highness," continued Notta. In as few words as possible he told of his former life in the circus, of their flight to Mudge, of Mustafa's determination to have them capture the Cowardly Lion. As N otta paused for breath, the King said, "Shall we let them pass tp.rough Doorways, my Instead of answering the Queen leaned over and whispered in Theodore's ear. "Her Highness wishes to be amused," announced the King, straightening up. "You said in this circus it was your business to make people laugh. Well, if you 87


The Cowardly Lion of Oz can make us laugh you may continue your journey. You may begin now and you may have three trials." The King folded his hands on his stomach and leaned back vastly pleased with himself. N otta's forehead wrinkled anxiously, for Queen Adora looked as if she had never laughed in her life. But with a wink at Bob the clown began. First he let out an ear splitting screech that so alarmed the King his crown fell off. Then he turned a complete somersault, chair and all, ran across the room on his hands and cartwheeled back so fast one could not have told whether he was a person or a pinwheel. Next he bent double, seized his ankles with his hands and jumped in this singular po sition entirely over Bob, finishing with a neat bow be fore the Queen's throne. "Do you think that's puffed the Queen, turning to squarely face the King, who was mopping his brow with a silk handkerchief. "No no! " stuttered Theodore, in a slightly cracked voice. "It quite upset me, my love. Slammer, where's my Slammer recovered the King's crown and then both their Majesties stared solemnly at Notta. The clown stared back, a puzzled expression on his round jolly face. Then, dragging a huge handkerchief from his pocket, he whirled it over his hand and in-88


Chapter Seven stantly it tied itself into a foolish rag baby, which the clown clasped to his bosom, crooning: "I love my baby, 'deed I do, Indeed, indeed I do! He has no hair upon his head, But neither, Sir, have you! "But his will grow, it will, I know, As soon as he is big, But yours will never grow -and so You'd better buy a wig!'' "Wh-at!" screamed King Theodore furiously, and N otta, dropping the handkerchief baby, noticed for the first time that the King's head was entirely bald. Bob Up was holding himself together and smiling into his collar. "Shocking!" coughed Adora, looking at the clown through her eye glasses. "I was singing about Slammer," gulped N otta, noting in an instant that the chief doorman was bald too. "Now just let me tell you a little joke. There was once a triangular pig, who could dance a triangular jig, and-" "Do you believe shrilled King Theodore, again turning to face his Queen. "No," snapped the Queen, shutting her lips very tight. "How could 89


The Cowardly Lion of Oz "Then, if the clouds rolled away, would they be roared N otta, before they could continue their disagreeing. He bounced four feet into the air and pointed playfully at the IGng. "I wouldn't miss 'em," replied the King sullenly. "Do you think that's Again he turned to the Queen, who shook her head emphatically. "Well, I think it's funny!" said Bob, jumping out of his chair. He looked indignantly from the King to the Queen. "Then why don't you laugh?" asked the King ac cusingly. Poor Bob couldn't explain that laughing was a hard matter for an orphan, so he sat down rather suddenly, while N otta began looking all around as if he were hunting something. He searched on each step of the King's throne, then he looked into his Majesty's lap and, finally, running around to the back peered under Theodore's collar. "What's the asked his Majesty irritably. "What are you looking for "My joke," sighed the clown, "I'm looking for my poor little joke. It was lost on you. When I asked, 'If the clouds rolled away, would they be mist,' you should have said it's according to the way you spell 'em9()


Chapter Seven "No," said Theodore, sternly, "I don't, '' I only see you are a dunce; You haven't made us laugh, not once!" The Queen nodded emphatically at this and, glaring scornfully at the two intruders, swept out of the throne room. "Last rule," whispered Notta, winking at Bob-for out of the tail of his eye, he could see the King signaling Slammer. Rushing forward impetuously he flung up his hand. "Could your Majesty tell me a word to rhyme with toboggan?" he asked pleadingly. Immediately King Theodore's face lit up with pleasure. He closed his eyes and began to drum with one hand on .. the arm of his throne. If there was one thing he adored it was rhyming. He forgot to finish his directions to Slammer and instead mumbled hurriedly under his breath, foggin, doggon, nogg4t, loggin, joggin. Ah, I have it -joggin!" He opened his eyes and looked around triumphantly, but the clown and Bob Up were nowhere to be seen. In fact they had run as soon as the King's eyes closed. For Notta, while endeavoring to make their Majesties laugh, had discovered that one of the doors said "Out." And out they went, bowling over 91


The Cowardly Lion of Oz doormen like ten pins in their headlong flight. As the door slammed they slid down a steep dark passageway and in about two minutes shot out into the middle of a dusty road. Above them on a high hill rose the grey walls of the sing.ular Kingdom of Doorways. "Toboggan was right," muttered the clown, rising stiffly. "This country grows odder and odder, Bob. What do they call it But never mind, we shall have lots to tell each other on nights when we reach the states. Lots and lots!" Bob did not answer. Instead he clutched N otta's wide pantaloon and pointed toward a large clump of bushes. Looking out from the leaves was the head of a huge, shaggy lion. A shudder ran down the clown's back. He tried to remember the procedure of Bill, the old lion tamer in the circus. "Subdue the creature with your eye," Bill said. Yes, that was what he had said. Notta's knees rattled like castanets, but with a frightened gulp he stared the lion straight in the eye. For a moment nothing happened, then with a gusty sigh the lion began to speak. "What have they done with the rest of it roared mournfully. stuttered Notta, getting a good hold on Bob and making ready to run at the lion's first move. 92


Chapter Seven "The Mudgers," wheezed the lion, two tears rolling down its nose. With many gulps and sighs it told them how Tazzywaller had cut it in two and imprisoned its back half in the lion enclosure. "You mean to say that you were cut in half and still live to tell the tale"?" gasped Notta in astonishment. "I don't know what you mean by telling the tail. How can I tell the tail anything when all my connec tions with it are cut off"? Oh, rny poor tail, how it must miss me! " moaned the half lion. "Then you only have two legs," said Bob in a relieved 93


The Cowardly Lion of Oz tone and coming out from behind N otta. The lion nod ded gloomily. "If I had four, do you think I'd be standing propped up against these bushes. I'd have eaten you long ago." "What a blessing," murmured the clown under his breath, "that it's only half a lion." "I'd like a little sympathy," continued the lion in its mournful voice. "If the little fellow would pat me on the head I think, it would ease me a bit." "Shall I?" asked Bob Up doubtfully. "How do we know you won't bite him?" asked Notta cautiously. "I haven't the courage," replied the lion dolefully. "Besides my stomach is gone and that rather takes the appetite away, you know. Oh, my poor little empty stomach, how dreadfully it must feel! Then, to bite a person I should have to work myself up into a rage, and that I cannot do without a tail to lash. And half my heart is missing so I-" "Do everything half-heartedly," finished Notta, with a wink at Bob. "Exactly," blubbered the half lion. Two more tears rolled down its nose, and these so affected Bob Up that he stepped bravely over and patted its mane. "Harder! " cried the half lion, closing its eyes. 94


Chapter Seven "Harder! Harder! " N otta seized a stick and fell to patting the lion's head with this, but it kept roaring harder until Bob Up and Notta were perfectly breath less. "Sorry," puffed the clown at last, "but we'll have to say good-bye now. We're on our way to the Emerald City." "Are The half lion opened its eyes and regarded them with new interest. "There's a wonderful wizard in the Emerald City," it began in a more cheerful roar. "Could you, would you, tell him about my sad Tell him I am pining for my better half and perhaps he would put me together again. Promise to tell him." The poor beast was so earnest that he almost lost his balance. "Why, certainly we will tell him," said Notta, who was the most obliging soul imaginable. "We'll be glad to, old fellow, but I didn't think there were any more wizards." "No coughed the lion, surveying the clown in amazement. "Why, Oz is full of wizards. Just keep going north and you'll soon find that out. I would go along with you, but I haven't quite learned to travel on two legs, and I'm so tired of standing." "Why don't you sit down," asked Bob thoughtlessly. 95


The Cowardly Lion of Oz The lion groaned and looked at him reproachfully, and seeing it was going to cry again N otta began to move off. "By the way," he asked, pausing suddenly, "did you come through "Yes!" sobbed the lion, sniffing with each word, "through the right door." "Which door was "I don't remember," sighed the half lion drearily. "I remember nothing nowadays. When I used to forget a fact all I had to do was to scratch my head with my hind leg and instantly it came back, but now-." The lion began to sob heavily. "Well, good-bye!" said Notta uneasily, taking Bob's hand. "If we see this wizard you've mentioned we'll tell him your sad story." "Good-bye," choked the lion, waving his paw feebly. "I'd like to see a real wizard, Notta," said Bob Up, as they trudged down the dusty road. "Odder and odder!" murmured the clown, shaking his head in bewilderment. "I declare, Bob, if you weren't along I should think I were asleep and dreaming all this." "Here's another sign," whispered Bob Up in a low voice so the sign would not hear him. "Wonder if it talks too." 96

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Chapter Seven "I dare say they all can if they want to," replied Notta. "At any rate a sort of sign language." "North Road to U," said this sign, in large blue let ters. "D stood for doorways. I wonder what U stands mused the little boy, staring up at the sign with both hands in his pockets. "Maybe it stands for chuckled the clown, turning a handspring. "You!" sneered the sign, giving itself a little shake. "Why, I wouldn't stand for you a single minute. I'd rather-." What it would rather N otta and Bob did not wait to hear. Seizing hands, they ran gaily down the road toward the unknown and curious country of U.

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OHAP"rER 8 The Cowardly Lion's Quest QUITE unconscious of Mustafa's evil plans for his capture, the Cowardly Lion of Oz paced to and fro on the wide veranda of the loveliest palace in Oz. It was early morning in the Emerald City, and Ozma and her court had not yet risen, but many of the palace pets were abroad and talking sociably together in the gar den. Ozma's Saw Horse was running races with Hank, 98

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Chapter Eight Betsy Bobbin's small mule, the Comfortable Camel and Doubtful Dromedary were ambling down the paths in their wobbly-kneed fashion, while Dorothy's little dog, Toto, and the Glass Cat were arguing over the Patchwork Girl's last verses. They all seemed happy and contented and the Cowardly Lion, noting this, sighed heavily. "Not one of them is ever afraid," he murmured sorrowfully. "I, of all creatures in Oz, am the only cowardly one." "What The Cowardly Lion jumped, as he al ways did at an unexpected sound, then gave a little roar of relief as the Soldier with the Green Whiskers stepped out from behind a pillar. "What repeated the Soldier, putting down his gun which was never loaded, and regarding. the Cowardly Lion inquiringly. "I was saying that I am the only cowardly person in Oz." "Well, you can fight, can't The Soldier tugged his green whiskers thoughtfully as he asked this ques tion. "Now, I am a very brave man, but I can never fight, so there .you are." This was perfectly true. The Soldier with the Green Whiskers, who was Ozma's entire army, never was afraid, but he always ran at the first sign of danger. While the Cowardly Lion trembled 99

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz terribly as enemies approached, he always fought until he overcame them. "So what's the difference," said the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, shouldering his gun and marching down the steps. "You feel cowardly and act bravely. I feel brave and act cowardly." "It makes a great difference to me," mumbled the Cowardly Lion. "I want to feel brave. Oh, if only once I could feel brave!" Shaking his mane mourn fully, he padded down the steps after the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, and soon came upon the Com-100

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Chapter Eight fortable Camel and Doubtful Dromedary, who were swaying idly under a tall breakfast tree. "Morning," wheezed the Comfortable Camel, twitching his crooked nose. "Handsome as ever, I see." "I doubt that, Carny," said the Doubtful Dromedary, eying the Cowardly Lion solemnly. "He's always doubting things," smiled the Comfort able Camel, rolling his large, limpid eyes. "Now, I never do." "He's right this time. I'm not handsome at all; no coward could be handsome," said the lion gruffly, flinging himself on the ground beside the strange pair. "Ah, if I could only feel courageous!" "You're nice as you are, you dear cowardly old thing," snorted the camel, wagging his head affection.., ately. "Why, if you were brave, you would be just like any other lion. It's being cowardly that makes you so interesting." "I'd rather be brave than interesting," rumbled the lion sadly. "You know perfectly well that courage is the finest thing in the world." "I doubt that," put in the dromedary, shifting a mouthful of grass from one cheek to the other," I doubt that very much." "What's the cried the Patchwork Girl, 101

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz bouncing out merrily from the other side of the tree. "You all sound as solemn as Pokes!" The Patchwork Girl is a great favorite in the Em erald City. She was made long ago by a magician's wife and brought to life by the powder of life. But Ojo, a little Munchkin boy, who happened to be present while the magician was mixing Scrap's brains, put in a large portion of cleverness and curiosity while the old wizard's back was turned, so that instead of being a good and obedient servant as the wizard had intended her to be, the Patchwork Girl was full of fun and mischief. 102

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Chapter Eight Indeed, she refused to be a servant at all, and ran off to the Emerald City, where Ozma has allowed her to live ever since. The Emerald City is the capital of Oz and located in the exact center of that great and magic wonderland. Its palace of green marble and emeralds, its flowering gardens and quaint green cottages make it the loveliest of all fairy cities, and so many strange and delightful people live there it is the most interesting place you could imagine. First in interest is Ozma, the fairy ruler of Oz. No one could help loving her. Then there is Dorothy, who has had more adventures than any little girl you have ever heard of and who prefers to be a Princess in Oz to returning to her old home in Kansas. There is Tik Tok, a marvelous machine man who is bright as the copper that he is made of, and who can think, walk and work when properly wound. And there's the Scare crow, as lively and accomplished a gentleman as ever advised a Queen. Oh, think of a live Scarecrow! There's Jack Pumpkinhead, made entirely of wood, excepting his pumpkin head, and there's Sir Rokus of Pokes, a knight so many centuries old that only in Oz could he be alive at all. There's the Tin Woodman, Emperor of the Winkies, who comes often to the capital to visit his old friends. 103

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The Lion of Oz There are hundreds of the gentle Oz folk, who live in the little green cottages and bow politely when friends pass. There are the magnificent courtiers and palace servants, ready at a moment's notice to pass round lemonade, while the Scarecrow dishes out Ozcream and cake. And last but not least there are the amusing animals who have come to live in the royal stables. No wonder everyone is anxious to visit the Emerald City. If I could just find a magic umbrella or a handy cyclone I would go myself. Why, it would be worth the journey just to hear the Cowardly Lion and Comfortable Camel talking together like old cro nies. The Comfortable Camel and the Doubtful Dromedary were recently discovered by Sir Rokus of Pokes and Dorothy, and are comparative new comers in the Emerald City, but the Cowardly Lion was one of the very first of the Oz creatures to arrive at the capital and is a prime favorite with everyone from Princess Dorothy to the royal cook. But all the time I've been telling you this, the con versation under the breakfast tree has been growing more interesting. "I thought the Wizard of Oz gave you a large dose of courage when you firf?t came here," drawled the camel, looking anxiously up at the Patchwork Girl, 104

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Chapter Eight who was swinging head down from the breakfast tree. "He did," mourned the Cowardly Lion dreamily, "but it has worn off and, though he has tried and tried, he can't seem to mix up any more." " Wha t is Does it grow Like potatoes in a Don't ask me for I don't know I '' shouted Scraps, the Patchwork Girl, diving suddenly from the tree top and bouncing upon the Doubtful Dromedary. Being stuffed with cotton made Scraps very daring. 105

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz "I've a hunch," began the Comfortable Camel, very much relieved that the Patchwork Girl had fallen on his friend. On your screamed Scraps, ing her arms about his neck. "I've a hunch," continued the camel calmly, peying no attention at all to the Patchwork Girl," that courage isn't the way you feel, but the way you act. As you al ways act bravely, why worry about the way you "But you never felt as frightened as I feel," ob jected the Cowardly Lion. '' His knees do quake, His teeth do chatter, His big old heart goes pitter patter! But what's the odds Though stiff with fright He still can fight with mane and might!" cried Scraps, sitting down with a thud. "The more mane the more might," she finished brilliantly. '' So rub some tonic on your brain And just increase your might and mane!" "I doubt that," mumbled the Doubtful Dromedary, looking at Scraps reprovingly. 'There might be something in it," said the camel, 106

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz courage. "I need never tell little Dorothy," muttered the great beast uncomfortably, "but how proud she will be when I return full of courage!" He slipped noiselessly out of the quiet, lovely garden and, avoiding the yellow brick road, struck off through a deep forest tbward the Munchkin Country to the south. Many brave woodcutters live in the Munchkin forests, and the Cowardly Lion was resolved darkly . to swallow the bravest of them, ax and all. "If only my cowardly heart does not fail me at the last moment," he groaned nervously, as he went crackling through the 108

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz "Well, that," pondered the woodcutter, sitting down on a stump and wiping off his ax with a bunch of leaves, "that I hardly know." "Don't you think talking to a lion is pretty asked the great beast hopefully. He gathered himself for a spring. If the man said yes, he would certainly eat him up and have an end to this disagreeable busi ness. But instead, the woodcutter regarded him closely. "Say!" he burst out, hopping to his feet and giving the Cowardly Lion a resounding whack on the back, "say, this is an honor. Sorry I didn't recognize you at once. Boys!" He raised his voice joyfully, "Boys, here's the good old Cowardly Lion, the Cowardly Lion himself. Come on out. We've often heard about you," explained the big man, fairly beaming upon the em barrassed lion, "but as none of us ever go to the Emerald City this is the first we've seen of you. How is the Scarecrow and Ozma, and how's Princess You . see, even though we live in the woods, we know all about you famous folks." The Cowardly Lion put his paw to his head and tried to think. It was upsetting to have a man you intended to devour so frightfully polite. "How did you know I was the Cowardly he asked in a husky voice. "Why, first I thought you were like any other lion, 112

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz "I'll never be able to eat a woodcutter," groaned the Cowardly Lion, trotting slowly along in the gathering dusk. "Never after the way they have treated me. I'll have to find some other sort of brave person to swal low." Scraps' advice was proving difficult right at the start, and very thoughtfully the Cowardly Lion continued his journey. It was night time when he reached the edge of the forest-night time and not a brave man in sight. But in the southern part of the Munchkin Country there are many great mountains and among the sturdy Munchkin mountaineers surely there would be a brave man. So the lion, who did not mind at all traveling in the dark, ran steadily toward the south, through quiet little villages, through fragrant fields and meadows, even swimming the broad and turbulent Munchkin river. It was rather lonely, and he wished Dorothy or Sir Rokus of Pokes were along; but he well knew that neither would approve of his plan for acquiring cour age. He was not sure that he approved of it himself, but he kept on arguing in his head and shuddering in his heart, and sighing because he was so great a cow ard. Just as the sun rose he came upon a brave man, asleep under a blue rose bush. He knew he must be brave, because he was dressed as a huntsman and be-114

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz ting shriek flattened back the Cowardly Lion's ears and fairly curdled his blood. At the same time his tail was seized from behind, and twisted terrifically. "Help! Help!" screamed the huntsman, trying to rise. "Ouch, Stop!" roared the Cowardly Lion, while the person who had hold of his tail screamed in seven different keys. The Cowardly Lion removed his paw from .the huntsman's chest. "Are you a brave he asked in a quavering voice. "Not very," chattered the huntsman, jumping up and backing cautiously toward a tree. "Well, you don't sound brave," continued the lion in a relieved voice. "A brave man would not call for help. Let go of my tail, little boy. It's all a mistake. I don't want this huntsman after all." "He's not a huntsman," wailed the little boy, running over and clasping the man around the knees. "Not a roared the Cowardly Lion, waving his tail very fast. "Then what-" "I'm a clown, you rude monster," spluttered the man indignantly. A clown! Well, I should say-and none other than our old friend Notta Bit More. Snatching off his hat and false whiskers, he swung Bob Up into a tree and 116

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz ardly Lion himself! Now we mustn't let him know :we're going to capture him/' "He's a very bad lion," interrupted Bob Up tearfully. "He tried to bite you!" "What called the lion, who could only hear an indistinct muttering. "He says you are a very bad lion," repeated N otta, looking seriously at the great creature below. "He's right," sighed the lion dolefully. "I am a bad lion. A good lion would have eaten you up by this time, but a bad lion often makes a good friend. Come on down. It was all a mistake." "Are you a friend of asked Bob, leaning far out over the branch. At mention of Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion gave a guilty little jump. "Well, I should say so. Are you friends of Dor"No, but we're from the same country," said the clown, "and if you're quite sure you don't want to eat me up, we'd like to ask you a few questions." "I've never eaten a man in my life," roared the Cow ardly Li9n, rolling his eyes sadly. "Then why start on asked Notta, scratching his ear and winking at Bob Up. Now that the incident was over it struck him as terribly funny to be perched 118

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Chapter Nine -in a tree conversing with the Cowardly Lion. He wished some of his old pals in the circus could see him. He'd never expect them to believe it otherwise. So N otta and Bob climbed down and the three regarded each other with frank interest. The Cowardly Lion had never seen a clown and the clown had never seen a Cowardly Lion, so there was much to be explained and accounted for. First, Notta told of their sudden transportation to Mudge, of Door ways, and everything else except Mustafa's determination to have them capture the Cowardly Lion himself. They were on their way, explained the clown, to the Emerald City to see whether or not Dorothy could find a way to send them back to the United States. "Ozma can do that very easily w _ith her magic belt," said the lion, "but I will go with you; for Oz is full of dangers for mortal folks like you, and Dorothy would not want anything to happen to anyone from her country, I am very sure." He then told them a lot about the marvelous land of Oz, with its four big countries and its many little ones. "This," roared the Coward _ly Lion with a sweep of his paw, "is the Munchkin Country. To the north is the Kingdom of the Gillikens, to the west is the Winkie Country and to the south the Quadling Country, ruled 119

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz over by the good sorceress, Glinda. But all of Oz is under the rule of Ozma." Bob's eyes grew rounder and rounder as he told them how Dorothy was first blown to Oz by a cyclone, of her discovery of the Scarecrow, how she had lifted him down his pole and, with the Cowardly Lion and Tin Woodman, traveled to the Emerald City, then ruled over by the Wizard of Oz. Then he told how Ozma, the little fairy ruler, who was the real Queen of Oz, had been found and placed upon the throne. Then came the story of Scraps and Sir Rokus and of Tik Tok, and of every other amazing person living in the . amazing Emerald City. When the Cowardly Lion paused for breath Bob was jumping up and down with excitement. "Oh, I do want to see Dorothy and the Scarecrow! Let's hurry," cried the little orphan, throwing his arms 'round the Cowardly Lion's neck. The kind old Cowardly Lion blinked with pleasure. "I'm glad you did that," he rumbled in a husky voice, "for now I know that you trust me, and have forgotten all about that unfortunate mistake!" "But why did you ask if I was mused the clown, who could scarcely believe that this merry lit tle boy hugging the Cowardly Lion was the same Bob. 120 .

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz and they all had a cheerful breakfast together. Then, with Bob proudly riding the lion, they started off once again toward the north. "Would you mind telling me why you pretended to be a asked the Cowardly Lion. He had been looking sideways at N otta for some time, trying to puzzle the thing out for himself. "Not at all," chuckled the clown, chinning himself on the branch of a tree. "I disguised myself as a hu:ntsman to frighten off any wild animals while we were asleep. I al ways disguise myself when there is 122

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Chapter Nine danger in the wind-don't I, The little boy nodded his head solemnly. "Does it asked the Cowardly Lion in an interested voice. Bob Up looked thoughtful, but as the clown nodded emphatically, he said nothing. It seemed to Bob that Notta always picked the wrong disguise, but the clown was so confident and cheerful about it he could not bear to discourage him. So he listened politely while Notta explained his rules of disguise, politeness, joke and run. When he had finished the Cowardly Lion shook his head. "I suppose," said he, half closing his eyes, "that you cannot help your disguises any more than I can help my cowardice." "It isn't that I am afraid," explained Notta hastily, "but I can fight better when I'm not looking like myself. When I look like myself I feel funny and when I feel funny, I can't fight." "Well, with me," said the Cowardly Lion, who like most of us enjoyed talking about himself, "the funnier I look, the harder I fight. So don't frighten me, I beg of you, for when I'm frightened I fight terrifically." "I'll remember what you say," said Notta, turning a somersault, and wondering uneasily what the Cowardly Lion would do when he tried to capture him. 123

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Chapter Nine bewildering country. Toward noon, as the sun grew rather hot, the Cowardly Lion turned into a small inviting wood which he felt was a short cut to the yellow brick road. But on the very first tree, a large sign made them pause. The sign said, "Twenty trees to U." "I never head of any country called U," mumbled the Cowardly Lion, blinking up at the sign in surprise. "There was one just like this on the road we came down yesterday," said Notta. "Bob and I wondered what it stood for." "Well, I don't know," mused the lion. "That's the queer thing about Oz. Even old residents like myself are often amazed to find new countries and peoples where we never expected to find them. According to the maps there are only scattered farms between here and the Emerald City. But so long as we have to go through this wood, we might as well see what U stands for." Bob was the first to discover that every now and then the trees were numbered and, following them in the order of their numbers, took them deeper and deeper into the forest. When they reached the tree numbered nineteen, they were alarmed to note that all the other numbers that had guided them had dis-125

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz appeared. The wood had meanwhile grown so dense that they could hardly push on and, when Notta sug gested that they go back, they found they had lost the way entirely. The Cowardly Lion was full of stickers and thorns and, while Bob picked them out of his woolly mane, the clown climbed the nineteenth tree to make a little survey of the country. With a shout he came scrambling down. "There's a clearing just beyond, and I think I made out twenty on the tree in the center," puffed Notta. "Come on!" The clown was growing more interested in this strange 126

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Chapter Nine country every minute. He could hardly wait to see what was going to happen next. "Let me go first. My hide doesn't tear as easily as yours," said the Cowardly Lion, and he began pushing through the heavy thicket in the direction pointed out by N otta. Holding up their arms to protect their faces, the others followed and in almost no time had come out on a small clearing. As they looked the clown clutched Bob, while the Cowardly Lion blinked with astonishment. The twentieth tree was knitting furiously, holding in its long fingers nearly a hundred gleaming needles, and bending its witchy head ev-ery once in a while to exam ine the great, cloudy net that flowed all around it. For some moments they watched in puzzled silence. Then Bob screamed, the Cowardly Lion roared and N otta gasped with alarm. For the net suddenly swooped down and scooped them up like a school of fish. The tree gave a disagreeable little laugh, quickly knitted the top of the net together and, lifting all its branches at once, tossed the luckless travelers high over its head. Miraculously, as it struck the air, the big porous bag filled out like a balloon and went sailing upward at a terrible rate-the Cowardly Lion, Bob Up and Notta . 127

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CHAPTER 10 On the Isle of Un "JF YOU could just stop trembling," puffed the clown, trying to keep out of the Cowardly Lion's way, "I think it would help." "But how can I stop trembling when I am so fright ened," complained the lion, clutching the swaying net with all four paws. "I'm frightened too!" wailed Bob, who was rolling 129

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lJ:ie Lion of Oz and bouncing first against one, then against the other. "It seems to me you're shaking about a lot your self," said the Cowardly Lion reproachfully, as N otta dove suddenly into his ribs. "What are you trying to "My disguise!" panted the clown, clutching at his chest. "If I could only put on my disguise." "Aho!" mumbled the Cowardly Lion, and stopped trembling long enough to grin. But just then the balloon calmed down, and changing its course sailed gently and levelly through the sky, so that the three huddled together in the bottom were fairly com fortable. "I guess U stands for Up. You surely bobbed up this time, didn't N otta winked merrily at the little orphan, and then peered curiously through the holes in the net. "This reminds me of a balloon trip I once made for the circus. Wonder where we'll land!" "Are we to land at sighed the Cowardly Lion unhappily. Two of his legs had slipped through holes in the net and he was feeling uneasy and uncomfort able. "Climb on me, Bob, my boy. It will be a little softer. When you've been in Oz as long as I have; you'll take nothing for . granted." He looked mourn-130

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Chapter Ten fully at the clown who was that moment below him. "Then I'll just take it Oz is," laughed Notta. "Why, here's land now! And we're slowing down." So they were, down-down-down, until they were over a rocky island. When the net was almost resting on a little green hill, it turned completely and suddenly upside down, and shook them out with such violence that they rolled all the way to the bottom. The Cowardly Lion jumped up first and hurriedly placed him self in front of Bob. Though he was trembling even more than usual, he knew that he was a better fighter than these helpless mortals. And that there would be fighting he felt reasonably sure, for a great crowd was coming noisily toward them. Notta nervously jerked Bob to his feet and stood beside the Cowardly Lion. There was no time for dis guising. "We'll just start with rule two," panted the clown, running his finger hurriedly 'round his collar. "Let's be ex-tre-eemly polite. That's the way to meet strangers." "All right," agreed the Cowardly Lion in a rather choked voice, "you meet 'em with politeness, and if that fails, I'll meet 'em with something else." He gnashed his teeth to keep them from chattering. the first of the company reached the foot of the hill 131

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz Bob gave a little scream, but Notta calmly stepped forward. "Ladies and gentlemen!" began the clown in his best circus manner, "Let me introduce you to the most famous lion in the world, the Cowardly Lion of Oz, as brave as he is cowardly; allow me to present Bob Up, the brightest little boy in the United States, and my self, a harmless clown whose tricks have astonished the crowned heads of two continents. Ladies and gentlemen, let-" ''Two creatures and a beast," called the leader of the company, interrupting N otta in the middle of a sen tence. "Two creatures and a beast," repeated the others, staring dully at the newcomers. The Cowardly Lion growled threateningly at this and Notta began running over all the jokes that he knew. As for Bob, he was too amazed to do anything but stare, for these were certainly the most curious beings he had ever seen in his life. To begin with, they had feathers instead of hair. These feathers were small and fine and grew smoothly back from their foreheads, becoming longer at the back and curling softly behind the ears. Their eyes were perfectly round and their noses almost like bird beaks. Othel'wise they were the same as regular folks, except 132

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Chapter Ten in their manner of walking, for their feet turned in so much that they had to hop, putting one foot down and then hopping over it. Before N otta could start a joke, the leader of these singular creatures motioned to two behind him. They immediately stepped forward, unfurling as they did so a large banner. "Unwelcome to Un," said the banner in crooked yel low letters. "No use being polite then," rumbled the Cowardly Lion and, taking matters into his own paws, he gave such a thundering roar that the very ground trembled. "Ginger poppa!" gasped the clown, almost as fright ened as the Featherheads. The effect on the crowd was simply breath-taking. Beginning at the back of their necks, their feathers slowly rose straight on end until each head looked like a huge and quivering feather duster. The Cowardly Lion tried to roar again, but the best that he could manage was a chuckle. N otta took one look, then fell up against a tree and laughed until the tears _ rolled down his cheeks. Even Bob giggled. "Try 'em again," wheezed the Cowardly Lion. "I think they'll listen to you now. Wiping his eyes on his sleeve, N otta stepped forward and addressed the leader. "Could you tell us a little about this interesting 133

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz country of yours, and the quickest way out of he inquired politely. Slowly the feathers on the heads of the crowd began to settle. "'Taint a country, it's a skyle," answered the Featherhead, blinking rapidly. "A sky repeated the clown, glancing doubtfully at the Cowardly Lion, who appeared to be as puzzled as he was. "What is a asked Notta curiously. "This is," snapped the leader disagreeably. "You're as ignorant as a fish, aren't Then as the Cowardly Lion gave a threatening growl he continued grudgingly, "A skyle is an isle in the sky, and anyone who has studied skyography ought to know that. I suppose you don't even know what an isle He looked contemptuously at the three strangers. "I do. An isle is a small body of land entirely surrounded by water," cried Bob, delighted to find that geography was of some use after all. "Well," said the Featherhead uneasily, "then I guess you'll understand when I tell you that a skyle is a small body of land entirely surrounded by air." "Air!" spluttered Notta. "I say, how does one get off a "You'll soon find that out!" muttered the Featherhead, and all the others began nodding and clucking 134

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Chapter Ten for all the world like a company of hens. "What do you call asked the Cowardly Lion. Now that he knew how to frighten them, he no longer felt afraid. "We're Uns, we are, and nobody but Uns are allowed on this skyle. We'll have to take you along to the palace and his royal Skyness will decide what's to be done with you." king," groaned the clown. "Isn't it time to asked Bob, tugging at Notta's pantaloon, for the Uns were drawing closer this time, paying no attention to the roars of the Cowardly Lion. "No use running, Bob. We might fall off. Perhaps this King is a better fellow than his subjects. "Take us to your King!" cried the clown, settling his cap determinedly. Hopping and muttering, the Uns formed two crooked lines, and with the three trav elers in the center marched away to the palace. There were many tall trees on the skyle of Un and, more remarkable still, every tree had a rough boxlike structure built in its branches, like enormous bird houses. They were reached by rough ladders and the Uns seemed to be as much at home on the branches as on the ground. Some of the women standing on lower branches were hanging clothes on upper ones as calmly 135

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz as ordinary folk string the washing up in the yard. But, as N otta whispered to Bob, what could one expect of Feather The skyle itself was rocky and barren and there seemed to be no farms, buildings nor industries of any kind. "What do you do here for a asked N otta, turning to the Un beside him. "Fish, mostly," said the Un. "What asked the Cowardly Lion, treading on N otta's heels in his eagerness to hear. "Birds," sni:ff ed the Un, looking over his shoulder 136

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Chapter Ten scornfully. "What did you think we'd fish "Oh, but you couldn't fish for birds,'" objected Bob Up, stopping short, while Notta burst into a loud roar of laughter. The Un glared at all three. "The air's full of 'em," he announced sharply, and then, as the clown continued to laugh immoderately, his feathers began to ruffle with rage. "You're idiots! " he screamed, thrusting his sharp beak almost in N otta' s face. "Idiots! " echoed all the other Uns immediately. Several trod on the clown's toes and, seeing that Bob was rather pale, N otta hastily chan _ ged the subject. Not long after that they came to the palace. To Bob it looked like a huge barn stuck between four trees. It was about ten feet from the ground and from the top of each tree fluttered a bright yellow flag bearing the word, UN. The Cowardly Lion trembled a good deal as they went up the rickety green ladder, but with a little help from Notta he managed it, and next instant they were in the presence of the King. "Two creatures and a beast, your Skyness!" an nounced the leader of the delegation. Then stepping close to Notta he shouted at the top of his voice, "His Majesty, I-wish-I-was, King of Un!" Notta's cap fell off and he clapped his hand to his ear. The Cowardly 137

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Chapter Ten each shouting something unish, till Bob covered his ears and the Cowardly Lion began to lash his tail with fury. "Stop! Stop!" shouted the clown, stamping his foot. "I believe this is the unpleasantest island I've ever been on." Loud cheers from the Uns interrupted him here. "And if you will tell us the way off we'll go at once." I-wish-I-was raised his claw for silence, pulled a pad from his pocket, a long feather quill from his head and, dipping it in ink, wrote something in a great hurry. This he handed to the Commander of the Guard and N otta looking over his shoulder read, "Push them off at the first opportunity." The Guard, not knowing that the clown had read the message, bowed and began whispering to his comrades, while Notta scratched his ear and wondered what he should do. "Could your Skyness give us a bite to he asked presently. That, he reflected, would give him time to think. "Certainly not," answered the King, snapping his birdlike eyes. "If you're hungry, go fish, the same as the rest of us do. Bill, give them some rods." He winked wickedly at the green guardsman. Notta saw him make a little push in the air. Bill with a chuckle 141

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz winked back; then brought three rods and reels and handed them to the clown. "Oh!" cried Bob Up, "I'd love to go fishing!" ''Where do you fish around here f" asked N otta, wrinkling up his forehead. "Just go to the edge of the sky le and drop your line over," said the King, and nudged the Un nearest him. At this all the Uns began nudging and winking first one eye and then the other. "Come on," whispered Notta and, tucking the rods under his arm, ran toward the door. The Cowardly Lion, in his haste to follow, fell all the way down the ladder, but at a quick word from N otta jumped up, and as Bob joined them they all started on a run for a little clump of trees. "I tell you," puffed the clown, pausing at length to mop his brow, "they are bad Uns, sure enough. They mean to push us off the skyle. That's why they sent us fishing." "Just let 'em try it!" roared the Cowardly Lion, shaking his mane. He had skinned his knees in his fall down the ladder and was feeling quite ready for a battle. "But shall we go fishing or notf" asked the clown uncertainly. Bob Up said nothing, but he looked wistfully at the fishing rods. Bob had never been fishing 142

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz Princess waved to little boy from the back of a feathery swan. So it was small wonder N otta and Bob forgot the Uns, and even their fishing lines, blowing gently to and fro in the soft pink air waves. Then, all at once, Bob's line gave a jerk and had he not been tied to the tree he would certainly have been pulled off the sky le. "Oh! Oh!" screamed the little boy in delight, "I've caught something!" Giving his rod to the Cowardly Lion, who was blinking dreamily at a wonderful cloud city, the clown ran to help Bob, and hand over hand they pulled up the line. What do you suppose was on A goose-a simply enormous goose. It was smoking gently as they drew it over the edge. "Why, it's cooked!" marveled Notta, unfastening the line which had caught in the bird's legs. And so it was-cooked in all its feathers with its head tucked under its wing. "Aha, so our goose is cooked, is observed the Cowardly Lion, sniffing the air hungrily. "Must have flown too nea:r the sun." "Well," chuckled N otta, "that J don't pretend to know. Fishing for birds is strange enough, but catching a cooked goose is almost too good to be true." 146

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Chapter Eleven "But it is true," exulted Bob, clapping his hands, "and I caught it!" While the Cowardly Lion watched the two rods, and Bob proudly picked his goose, N otta ran off in search of water. In a few minutes he came running back with a bucket full which he had drawn from a small sky well. The bucket, one of the canvas collapsible kind used in circuses, the clown had fortunately stowed under his capacious belt. As neither meat nor drink was now lacking, they sat down under a small tree and dined quite merrily. The Cowardly Lion ate one half the goose, bones and all, and N otta and Bob finished off the rest. "It looks," said the clown, rising to take a drink of water out of the bucket, which he hung on a branch of the tree, "it looks as if the Uns had forgotten us." "Maybe," mused the lion, shaking his mane, "but we mustn't forget them. Have you thought of anything "Not a thing," confessed the clown cheerfully. He turned a dozen cartwheels, walked a few paces on his hands, and ended up with a somersault over Bob. "You're a spry one," said the Cowardly Lion admir ingly, as the clown sat down with his back against a tree, "as spry a one as I've ever met." "Thank you," laughed Notta. "If thinking came as 147

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz easily as cartwheeling we'd be off tliis skyle in no time. But now that we're fed and comfortable, suppose we think "I'd rather fish," said Bob Up promptly. "Can't we fish a little longer, N otta "Well, there's no harm in it," replied the elown, winking at the Cowardly Lion, "and as we'll probably have to spend the night here we may as well catch something for breakfast." "Try to catch me uncooked this time, won't asked the Cowardly Lion, thumping his 148

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz " ' .And you may call to-morrow -Even though you're choco-late!' But pshaw! He never came, because That cooky man was ate!" Bob laughed right out loud, and N otta, who had been trying to make Bob merry, tossed his cap triumphantly into the air. "Very good," murmured the Cowardly Lion, waving his tail gently, "except that last line. 'Was ate.' Isn't that a bit ungrammatical, even for "There you go getting unish," teased N otta. "I guess I can be ungrammatical in Un." "N otta! N otta! I've got another bite," screamed Bob, hopping about on one foot. That finished the argument. "Hope it's a bite for me," said the Cowardly Lion. Then he gave a little roar of surprise, for over the edge of the skyle came a dog-as dear and shaggy a little bow-wow as had ever barked at an ice man. The hook had caught neatly in its collar and, though it was a lit_ tle out of breath, it was otherwise unhurt. '"Well," rumbled the Cowardly Lion, rising on his haunches, "so this is Bob, what do you mean by catching a dog for my "Oh, please," whimpered the dog, rolling its soft 150

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz over a cloud and then along through the sky, as easily as if he had been on land instead of air. He paused once and looked over his shoulder, then with a joyful bark and wave of his tail ran off, vanishing like a speck in the distance. N otta, seeing that Bob was downhearted at losing the little fellow, suggested that they start fishing again. "Who knows what we may catch this exclaimed the clown, pushing back his cap, and snapping his line energetically. Almost at once both lines became taut, and when they were drawn up, two shiny silver packages fell from the slender hooks. "Dreams for a little boy," said a small label on Bob's package. "Dreams for a big boy," said the label on N otta's package. With trembling fingers they untied the silver rib bons, and had no sooner done so than Bob drooped gently against N otta, and the clown fell back against a tree. In another second both were fast asleepdreaming the lovely stories they had caught in the sky. It happened so quickly that the Cowardly Lion was completely taken by surprise. He sniffed the silver papers. "Dreams," read the Cowardly Lion by the light of the stars. "Well, I guess they're regular sleeping powders. It's a good thing I didn't catch a dream, for somebody must stay awake and keep guard." The 152

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Chapter Eleven big beast yawned and stretched, then carefully dragging Bob and N otta back from the edge of the skyle, set himself to keep the watch while they slept. He was terribly sleepy himself and keeping a wake was a hard fight, but the Cowardly Lion knew that the lives of these two mortals depended upon him, so he walked up and down, and down and up the edge of the Skyland, and presently he heard a sound that made him quake with terror. Footsteps in the woods! Hundreds of them-coming nearer every minute! "The Uns," choked the Cowardly Lion, and hesitated between waking N otta and Bob, or advancing to meet the enemy. Before he could make up his mind, a whole party, their feathers gleaming strangely in the moon light, burst out of the trees. "Push 'em off! Shove 'em off!" screamed the leader, waving on the rest. It was I-wish-I-was, and in little hops and springs they came tumbling toward him. With a roar that sounded more terrible than anything you could imagine, because it was mostly made up of terror, the Cowardly Lion sprang straight at them. Down went I-wish-I-was and a dozen of his war riors. Shaking and quaking with fear, the Cowardly Lion made quick springs and snatches, and when the Uns with little screams of rage, drew back, his mouth 153

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz wager. Remember the magic verse that brought us Well, every time an Un came near I said: " U dge I Budge I Go to Mudge! U dger budger, You're a Mudger!'' "Marvelous!" sighed the Cowardly Lion. "But how ditl you think of it so "I had to," replied N otta modestly. "You see, when there's nothing else to do I think, and not thinking very often makes me do it rather well. But do you suppose the other U ns will come The Cowardly Lion shook his head. "Not in an 'undred years," he yawned. "And now that they are good and frightened let's all get some sleep." The Cowardly Lion was bruised and ruffled, and so tired he could not keep his eyes open another minute. Stretching himself beside Bob, who had not even heard the battle, he fell instantly into a heavy slumber. N otta, lying on the other side of the little boy, was soon enjoying the rest of the dreams in his silver package. Towards morning faint cries aroused the Cowardly Lion. Though only half awake he sprang up blinking his eyes nervously. Then he gave a howl of dismay, for Notta and Bob were nowhere to be seen! 156

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz cries that had awakened him were With a frightened gulp, the lion saw the two fishing lines tied to the tree and, winding his tail firmly around the slim trunk, began pulling up the first of the lines. It was hard work and two or three times he was almost drawn over the edge, but he never hesitated, and presently he had dragged N otta safely back to land. The clown waved his hands feebly, then lay on his stomach and panted like a fish. Without waiting to restore him, the Cowardly Lion began to pull up the other line, and presently Bob, also breathless and panting, lay beside the clown. They were not only breathless, but quite wethaving fallen into a cloud. The lion, puffing a little him self, watched anxiously. Notta, with a long and final gasp, sat up and gave a little sigh of relief. "That makes the second time you've saved my life," said Notta faintly. "What asked the Cowardly Lion. "Well, first," said the Clown, talking in little jerks and pausing every few minutes to pat Bob on the back, "first, I fell asleep, then, I fell awake. And if it hadn't been for these disguises I should have been cut in two." '"The asked the lion, opening his eyes very wide. "Yes," said N otta, and told how the Feather heads 158

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Chapter Twelve had pushed both Bob and himself from the skyle and, without stopping to notice that they were tied or to touch the Cowardly Lion, had run off without making a sound. "It was a mighty good thing we were anchored, eh, Bob, my Feel Bob shook his head uncertainly, for he was still frightened and dizzy from swinging through the air. The stars had faded out and the sun had not yet risen and in the cold gray mist of early morning the three huddled together and tried to think what to do. "First, let's get away from the edge," shuddered the Cowardly Lion. Cutting the fishing lines that had sav13d their lives, N otta set Bob ori. the Cowardly Lion's back and they moved slowly in the half darkness to ward the center of the skyle. The Uns evidently had gone off to their homes, and with some matches Notta had tucked under his wonderful belt they kindled a lit tle fire and soon were dry and much more cheerful. Bob immediately went to sleep, but Notta and the Cow .. ardly Lion kept watch. For an hour there was not a sound. Then the noise of someone sawing wood came distinctly through the still air. Leaving the Cowardly Lion on guard, Notta went to investigate. He tiptoed along quietly, resolved if it were an Un to wish him away to Mudge. As he

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz advanced the sawing grew louder and louder and, peering around a large tree, he saw a huge and ridiculous bird flopped over against a rock, snoring at a great rate. As N otta looked the bird opened one eye, stamped its big claws fretfully, and immediately fell to snoring again. The clown took off his cap, scratched his ear and then burst into a loud peal of laughter, which he could not have helped had he died the next minute. The bird stopped snoring instantly, and opened both eyes. "What do you mean by waking me when I was sound asleep," it chirped crossly. "A great many sounds of sleep," corrected N otta, winking at the singular creature. "I thought someone was sawing down a tree." "Did The bird looked rather proud and be gan to puff out its feathers. "I'm the loudest snorer in the sky," it announced, strutting about self-con ciously. "That's why my beak curls in this convenient fashion." I It was the bird's beak that had made Notta laugh in the first place. It was long and blue, and curved so that it could fit over the comical creature's ear like a personal telephone connection. "But why does it curH" asked Notta, sitting down and staring at the bird intently. 160

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Chapter Twelve "So I can hear myself snore," replied the bird. "As soon as I snore in my own ear I wake up and stop snoring." With its claw the Snorer adjusted its beak, much as one would adjust a pair of spectacles, and looked blandly at Notta. "I'm unusualdon't you "Unusual," whistled the Clown. "I'll say you are! And never have I seen such a country. Why, if I could take along a few of these freaks, I'd have the finest . show on earth." He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully as he thought of the Mudgers, the Half-Lion, and now 161

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Th. e Cowardly Lion of Oz this bewildering bird. Snorer was about the size of a small child, with enormous feet, short legs and pink feathers. His head was somewhat like that of a large crane, and his eyes were as blue as his beak. "Why are you on the Isle of asked N otta, as the creature continued to look solemnly at him. "Because I'm unusual," said the bird with a triumphant little hop. "But why are you "Because I'm unlucky, I guess," sighed the clown ruefully. "Won't you come along and meet my "Yes, I'll come with you," said the bird calmly. It put its head on one side and looked at N otta. "You're beautiful," it sighed tremulously, "beautifully beau tiful. I love you!" N otta had all he could do to keep from laughing, but seeing that Snorer was really in earnest, he patted it awkwardly on the head, and started back, the bird hopping happily beside him. "What's this you've asked the Cowardly Lion, blinking suspiciously at N otta's odd companion. As for Bob, who had wakened a moment before, he gave a little shout of laughter. "It's because I'm so -unusual," whispered Snorer, 162

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Chapter Twelve putting up a claw and winking at Notta. "Tell them my name's Nickadoodle." So N otta gravely introduced Nick to Bob and the Cowardly Lion and, after Nick carefully explained his queer telephone nose, the four regarded one another with deep interest. "Maybe you can tell us the way to escape from Un," suggested the Cowardly Lion in a rather choked voice, for every time he looked at Nick, he felt like roaring. Before Snore:r could answer, Bob, who had been staring fixedly at the Cowardly Lion, burst out laughing. "What's the demanded the Cowardly Lion gruffly. "What's the asked Notta. Then he too clapped his hand to his mouth and began to rock backward and forward. "Feathers!" gasped the clown, "You've a big bunch of blue feathers in your mane!" roared the Cowardly Lion, angrily putting his paw to his head. "Oh, everyone grows feathers in Un," chirped Nick cheerily, hopping toward Bob. "Take off your cap and see." Snatching off his hat Bob ran his fingers hastily through his hair. Horrors! Right at the crown of his head were at least ten stiff red feathers. Notta had as 163

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz many green ones, but his hung down over his right eye when he took off his cap. The desire to laugh at Snorer suddenly left them. To laugh at someone who was funny was one thing, but to be funny yourselfwell, that was different! "You'll soon have as many feathers as I have," chuckled Nick, regarding them with his head on one side. "I think they're quite becoming!" "Becoming!" screamed the Cowardly Lion. "Well, they'll be coming out by the roots. It's bad enough to be chicken hearted, but being feather headed, I simply 164

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Chapter Twelve will not stand!" He gave the bunch of feathers a furi ous tweak, but he might as well have tried to pull off his ears. "We've got to get off this sky land," blustered the poor lion, stamping around in a fury. "I'll jump off before I grow another feather." Bob was thinking that his would come in mighty handy for playing Indian. "I suppose we'll soon grow enough to fly off," said Notta, blowing the green feathers out of his eye and pushing them back under his chap. "I say, Nicka doodle, can't you tell us a way out of "I'll tell you one thing," murmured the great bird, nestling close to Notta. "You're beautiful, beau-tiful ! " He rolled his eyes rapturously. "Well, if you don't want my beauty broken to pieces tell us a way to escape," begged the looking nervously toward the edge of the skyland. "There's only one way for you to leave," said Snorer, "and that is in the royal Flyaboutabus." "What is choked Notta. "Where is roared the Cowardly Lion. "Tied to a tree near the palace. But we'll have to wait till the Uns go to wish," replied Nick, rubbing his head against Notta's knee. And while the three 165

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz tened in amazement Snorer told them a bit about life on the Isle of Un. No one on Un, explained Nick gravely, ever worked, but each morning they went regularly to wish, and nothing was allowed to interrupt their wishing. For three hours they shouted their wishes as loudly as they could, and I-wish-I-was, be cause he could wish faster and shout louder than any of the rest, had been made king. "You'll hear them at it soon," said Snorer, adjusting his nose, "and that's the best time for you to leave. Afternoons they fish and evenings they fight. Wish, fish and fight-that's the program here." "But how do they get anything asked Notta, standing on his head to settle his feathers. "They don't," replied Snorer calmly. "Everything is undone; and about your feathers," he pointed his claw at the Cowardly Lion's mane, "every time anything unish happens to you you'll grow another. First you were unwise to come here. That accounts for one; then you were uncomfortable and unsafe." "Unlucky, unhappy and unfed!" spluttered the clown, turning a somersault with each word. "Lead us to the Flyaboutabus, old fellow, or we'll soon be as feathe:red as geese." "All right," chirped Nickadoodle obligingly, "but 166

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Chapter Twelve step softly and do just as I tell you." "Aren't there any good asked Bob with a little sigh. "Well, there was one," Nick paused to adjust his nose, which was continually falling off its hook, "but I've forgotten his name, and the others treated him so unkindly that he's hidden himself in a cave somewhere on the skyle. But they do say if he ever becomes king, the Uns will all have to reform." Bob was hungry and far from rested, but as he stumbled along the rocky beach he fell to thinking about this good Un and wishing he might see him be fore they left the sky land. But N otta was so cheered at the thought of leaving Un that every few seconds he sprang into the air or somersaulted over the Cowardly Lion. The Cowardly Lion was dreadfully downhearted. The feathers preyed on his mind, his ears drooped and his tail dragged and nothing N otta could say made him feel any better. "It's all very well for you and Bob. You can wear hats and hide your feathers, but a lion in a hat would look as ridiculous as a lion with feathers. I shall be the laughing stock of Oz," groaned the poor beast. "Well, it's not so bad to make people laugh," comforted Notta. "That is my business, and I know. Come 167

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz with me to America and your fortune will be made." But the Cowardly Lion only shook his head and padded sadly over the rough stones. "This is a punishment," thought the poor lion, "a punishment for my wickedness in planning to devour a brave man." And perhaps he was right. By this time they were so near the palace that Nick held up his claw for silence. Hiding behind a huge rock, they watched the Uns climb down from their tree houses and hurry off to wish, just as sensible folk hurry off to work. "Too bad I didn't send I-wish-I-was to Mudge," whispered Notta. "Hush," said Nickadoodle. "As soon as you hear an ear-full of noise run for that third juniper tree." He pointed out the tree with his claw and the three watch ers waited anxiously for the signal. Soon there was not an Un in sight and a second later a perfect explosion of screeches rent the air. It was, as Notta explained afterward, an elephant ear-full of noise, for every Un on the skyle was wishing at the top of his lungs. As soon as they had recovered from the first shock, N otta, Bob and the Cowardly Lion rushed toward the juniper tree. Nick had flown ahead and was already calling down directions when they reached it. From the top branch of the juniper tree the king's 168

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Chapter Twelve feathery Flyaboutabus was tugging merrily at its rope. Following Nick's instructions, Notta climbed to the top of the tree and, hanging on to the rope, managed to bring it down a bit. Nick, bidding Bob catch him around the neck, flew up next, and their weight brought it down still further. It was still terribly high for the Cowardly Lion, who could not very well climb the tree. "Hurry! Hurry!" croaked Nick, flapping his wings warningly. "There's an Un." And sure enough, a tardy Featherhead was staring at them in astonishment from the door of his tree house. With an ear split-169

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz ting squall, he fell down the ladder and rushed off to the wishing place to tell the others. Prickling with terror, the Cowardly Lion made spring after spring, but each time he just missed the Flyaboutabus. And every time he made an unsuccessful leap, another feather sprouted gaily in his mane. "Better cut loose and leave him," whispered Nick anxiously, but Notta and Bob hushed him up indignantly and by jumping tried to bring the bus lower. "Go on and save yourselves," coughed the lion after the tenth attempt. He mopped his forehead dejectedly with his tail, and growled terribly as each feather pricked through. A shout from the clown made him turn. Rushing toward them in tumbling waves of fury were the Uns, led by I-wish-I-was. In a last despairing frenzy, the Cowardly Lion hurled himself into the air, and this time his front paws caught the feather wheels of the bus, and Bob and N otta, pulling together, helped him aboard. There was not a minute to lose, for the U ns were already surrounding the tree. Just as I-wish-I-was sprang into the lower branches, Snorer cut the rope with his knifelike beak and up sailed the Flyaboutabus like a balloon released from its string. Up, up, up they went, till the wild screams of the Uns could no longer be Up, up, and 'ronnd and 170

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Chapter Twelve 'round, plunging now this way and now that, till Notta, Bob and the Cowardly Lion were too shaken and dizzy to know or care what was happening. But Snorer, more used to flying than the others, kept his head and, waiting his opportunity, seized a long lever that swung loosely to and fro in the front of the bus. He had never been in the Flyaboutabus before, but something told him that the lever must guide the movements of the strange vehicle. Sure enough, as soon as he took hold of it, the darting about stopped and it flew quite steadily. "Are we still going up?" quavered Notta, without opening his eyes. The clown lay flat on his back in the bottom of the bus with Bob sprawled on top of him. The Cowardly Lion had become wedged under a seat and was heaving and puffing unhappily. "Yes, but there's some way to bring it down," chirped Nick. "Come have a look. I know how to fly myself, but I don't know how to fly a Flyaboutabus." 171

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CHAPTER 13 Mustafa' s Blue Magic NOTTA rose unsteadily and lifted Bob into one of the side seats. Then he staggered over to the front of the bus and, holding his head with one hand, peered down at the gear and machinery. There was a row of buttons under the steering wheel and the first button said "Slower." N otta hastily pushed this one and the great feather wheels on each side immediately 172

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz began to look around with keen interest. Notta had pressed another button marked "Middle Air-Down," and they were slanting gently toward the earth, floating almost without movement of the great feather wheels. "Isn't this cried Bob, giving the clown a lit tle hug as he sat down in the seat ahead. "Well," chuckled N otta, "I don't usually fly before breakfast, but I'd fly from Un any time." Snorer, who still held the lever, beamed over his shoulder at the clown. "Didn't I manage he chirped happily. "I say, when anything's to ; be done just leave it to old Nick adoodle." . "We can never thank you enough," declared N otta. "But how will you get Will you "I'm not going back," exulted Snorer, flapping his wings. "I'd be unusual anywhere and I am never going to leave you, you beautiful creature." "Then our fortune is made," said the clown, with a wink at Bob, "for in a circus you'd be more than half the show." "I'll show them how to snore," chuckled Nick. "I do that better than anything else. But I'd do anything for you, for I love you with all my heart," continued 174 •

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Chapter Thirteen Snorer calmly, "and the boy, too. And I love-" "Don't you dare love me," rumbled the Cowardly Lion, wrathfully jerking his head from beneath the seat. "I won't allow it!" "All right," sighed Nick, adjusting his nose. "I'll try not to love you, but it's going to be hard work, you're so handsome." "There! There!" interrupted the Cowardly Lion gruffly, but he couldn't help looking pleased. "You may like me if-you wish," he added mildly. "Any land in N otta leaned far over the edge of the bus. u1 think I see a village of some kind far down below. Here, Bob, . you come help steer." So, while Nick grasped the lever to hold the bus steady, Bob sat in the high seat and turned the great goose head as Notta directed, now to the left and now to the right, and in less than an hour, they were floating slowly over a quaint blue city. "We're still in the Munchkin country," rumbled the Cowardly Lion, standing on his hind legs and looking over the side. "Well, we'll just fly over this town and land in one of those fields," puffed N otta uneasily. He was not sure he wouldn't impale the Flyaboutabus on a steeple, or 175

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz run over some of the inhabitants, if he attempted to land in the city itself. As it was they flew quite a dis tance before he located all the buttons necessary to make a landing. The Flyaboutabus came to earth with such a bounce that they. all flew up like rubber balls, while the bus continued to fly and bump around thG field until N otta ran after it and tied it to a tree. "And now asked Nick, carefully putting his troublesome nose on its hook. "Breakfast!" wheezed the Cowardly Lion, rolling out of a huge bramble bush. "Aren't you hungry, Bob nodded. "But where are we going to get he asked, looking rather puzzled. "One never knows in Oz, but if we look carefully, we'll be sure to find something," answered the lion easily. "Let's make it a game," suggested N otta, patting his figure in various important places to see whether his disguises were still safe. "Now then, all ready for a breakfast hunt. I'll take. this field, Nick can take the air and Bob and the Cowardly Lion may have the woods." Bob smiled a little to himself. Hunting breakfast in the woods did seem ridiculous but, as the Cowardly 176

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Chapter Thirteen Lion went poking his head in bushes and sniffing around trees in a businesslike manner, Bob began to look too. There were plenty of flowers in the woods, and for a time Bob found nothing else. At last pushing through a tangle of vines, the little boy found himself standing under a stout little tree that rattled curiously when the wind passed through its branches. There was a sign on the tree. Standing on his toes Bob spelled it out laboriously. Then he called Notta in excited little shrieks. "What is panted the clown, breaking through the vines with the Cowardly Lion one leap behind him. "Are you burt "No," cried Bob, "but I've won!" He pointed glee fully to the tree. "Travelers' Tree," read Notta, "planted by the Wizard Warn in the year 1120 0. Z. "Well, hurrah for Warn!" chortled the clown, and began walking all around the tree, while the Cowardly Lion sat down and panted a little from his long run. The lower branches were gay with many pink cups and on the next, poised over the cups, were the sauciest little tea, cocoa and coffee pots imaginable. Higher up grew clusters of covered dishes of every kind. In the very top of t4e tree was a large nest of some sort. 177

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz back they went to the Flyaboutabus. Bob chattered quite gaily to Nickadoodle, but Notta and the Cowardly Lion along in silence. N after the valiant way the lion had def ended them from the U ns, could not bear the idea of betraying this strange new friend. Better a thousand times turn blue than have the kind-hearted Cowardly Lion fall into the merciless hands of Mustafa. "Perhaps the old Mudger's ring will not work any way," reflected Notta uncomfortably. "Perhaps it was just a threat to frighten us." If they could just reach 180

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Chapter Thirteen this wonderful Emerald City and tell their story to Dorothy, everything would turn out happily. And that, decided Notta, was what he would do. The Cowardly Lion, on his part, was thinking how terrible it would have been had he eaten Notta on that first morning of their meeting. He felt guilty every time he looked at the jolly, companionable clown. The more he thought about the Patchwork Girl's sugges tion, the more ashamed of himself he felt. Why it was perfectly unish, this idea of devouring a brave man. No wonder he had grown a larger bunch of feathers than N otta and Bob! If there was no other way to acquire courage, he would stay a coward forever and that was the end of that! No sooner had the Cowardly Lion reached this conclusion, than he, too, felt lighthearted and happy again and began to roar with ap preciation at Notta's funny antics and jokes. When they reached the Flyaboutabus, it was jerking at its rope as if it was anxious to be off, and so were they all for that matter. "Which way is the Emerald City from asked N otta, turning to the Cowardly Lion. "I've lost my bearings." The Cowardly Lion looked first north, then south. He knew they were in the Munchkin Country, but their flight to Un had co_ nfused him terribly. 181

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz "I think it's straight ahead," he roared uncertainly. "Let's run along the ground for a while till we're sure." "All right," agreed the clown and, calling to Bob, started for the bus. But half way he stopped in horror. Bob, though perfectly unconscious of it, had turned as blue as washday. At the same time Notta caught the Cowardly Lion staring at him fixedly. "What's the choked Notta. "Am I blue, "Not very," faltered the lion, whose heart was in his throat at the awful change in his friends. N otta looked down at his hands with a shudder. "I'm as blue as the Danube," he muttered unhappily. "But that's all the better. Why, a blue clown ought to be the greatest curiosity yet. Wait till I reach America with my new skin and feathers." N otta went qn trying to make a joke of it, but his voice shook a little in spite of himself, and when he tried a light double somersault an even worse thing happened. Halfway around he found himself unable to move, and there he stood on his head, powerless to straighten his arms or legs. There no doubt about it, Mustafa had taken off his magic ring. For when Bob tried to run to Notta's assistance he was caught with one foot in the air. "Help, help!" croaked Snorer, flying frantically 182

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz "It's magic!" growled the lion. "Blue magic!" "It's Mustafa!" groaned Notta, looking dismally at Bob. "I guess I'll have to tell you the whole story." In short jerks and gasps, for he could barely move his lips, he told how Mustafa had sent them to capture the Cowardly Lion and of how he had threatened them with the magic ring if they failed to obey him. "But you disobey him," breathed the lion, lashing his tail. "Even when you knew what would hap pen, you made no attempt to capture me!" Tears of gratitude rolled down his nose. "You're the bravest man in Oz," he choked miserably, "but look what it has brought you "Weren't you looking for the bravest man in asked N otta, suddenly remembering their first conver sation. "That's how we happened to meet you, I think." The Cowardly Lion nodded gloomily, for it was now his turn to confess. With many apologies and sighs he told N otta of his quest for courage and his determina tion to devour a brave man, the bravest man that he met. "But you didn't do it!" shouted Notta triumphantly. "And many a chance you've had if you had cared to take it. Cheer up, old fellow, there's some way out of it." 184

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Chapter Thirteen Snorer with suppressed gurgles and sobs had lis tened to both stories. Now he held up his claw. "As I understand," croaked the bird, pushing his curly nose back of his ear, "Mustafa's ring has turned black be cause you have not captured the Cowardly Lion'" "That's about it," admitted Notta, trying to wink at Bob, but finding it impossible to move his eyelid. "Well, then," sniffled Snorer with a little hop, "why not capture him' Wait, I'll get a rope." He flew off to the Flyaboutabus, first stopping to comfort Bob Up. "Let us meet magic with strategy," cawed Nick, flying back with a long piece of rope in his bill. "I'll never urge him a step," declared N otta firmly. "Not if I have to stay blue and still for the rest of my life." "You won't have to," rumbled the Cowardly Lion, who was beginning to look quite cheerful. "I'll run all the way to Mudge and give myself up to this ridic ulous Mustafa. He made a little spring, but Snorer with a screech barred the way. "Have you no sense'" shrilled Nick sharply. "I said strategy." He tied the rope hastily around the Cowardly Lion's neck and placed the end in Notta's stiff hand. And no sooner had he done so than Bob, with a little shout, ran over to Notta and the clown also found 185

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz himself able to move about once more. While Nick and the Cowardly Lion watched anxiously, the offensive blue faded out, leaving Notta's face white and powdery and Bob's rosy and freckled. "So long as you keep hold of the rope everything will be all right," chuckled Snorer strutting proudly up and down, "for while you have the rope the Cowardly Lion is captured." "Then we'll just run double harness until we think of something else," said the Cowardly Lion. "Tie the rope 'round your waist, N otta, old boy. Then you'll 186

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CHAPTER 14 Flying in a Deluge "LET'S find Dorothy," shouted Bob. It was neces-sary to shout, for Nick's snores rattled in their ears like a series of explosions. The Cowardly Lion and N otta looked doubtfully at. each other. They were not sure that Mustafa's magic ring would allow them to proceed toward the Emerald City. "We'll try it," shouted Notta. "Which w .ay is 188 •

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Chapter Fourteen "I know," roared the Cowardly Lion. "Let's fly up and look around till I see a familiar landmark. So Notta pressed all the buttons necessary to start the bus, and up they went with such a rush that Bob al most lost his cap and the Cowardly Lion's mane waved like a flag. Bob put both fingers in his ears, for with Nick's snores and the whir of the feather wheels the noise was deafening. When they were about a hundred feet above ground, N otta slowed the bus down and ran it gently and evenly over the pleasant blue fields and forests of the Munchkins. Bob, slipping into the seat beside Snorer, put his nose, which had fallen off his ear, back on its hook. Immediately Snorer awoke and stamped his foot, but in a wink he was asleep again and Bob watched in open-eyed wonder, for snoring in his own ear wakened him about every three minutes, and when he wakened he stamped, so that between snoring and stamping the noise was worse than ever. 'I wish our friend was not such a loud sleeper," growled the Cowardly Lion. "I can't even hear my own heart beat. Say, was that thunder or Snorer'" "Thunder," quavered Notta anxiously. "See how dark it's growing! Let's go down!" "It's raining," cried Bob Up in the same breath. Notta touched the button marked "Faster," and whs 189

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz about to press the one marked "Down," when a blinding flash of lightning zig-zagged across their path. The Cowardly Lion, with a roar ?f terror, dashed under the last seat of the bus, dragging Notta with him. In his clutch to save himself the clown pressed the button marked "Turn," so that the Flyaboutabus not only in creased its speed but churned 'round and 'round till the four occupants were almost knocked senseless. To make matters worse, the rain came down in perfect torrents. Snorer, awakened by the awful clamor, put his wing around Bob and clutched the arm of the seat with his curling claws. Even so they were shaken up and down till Bob's teeth chattered and nearly drowned by the storm. N otta and the Cowardly Lion in the bottom of the bus were faring even worse. Every time the clown scrambled to his feet, the Cowardly Lion, terrified by a new flash of lightning, would spring in another di rection and, tied to him by the stout rope, N otta would be dragged along. "Help! Help! I'm drowning," gurgled N otta after the eighth fall. A sudden flash of lightning showed Snorer that the Flyaboutabus was more than half full of water, and Notta lying entirely immersed. "Bob," cried Nick, "can you hold on a minute by Bob nodded : his head and with closed eyes 190

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz do the same." Hastily he flew back to the little boy, who was rolling and slipping around on the wet seat. N otta, wise from past experiences, fastened his arms tightly around the Cowardly Lion's neck. "Divided we fall, together we stand," he panted weakly. "If you're going to jump give me a signal, won't The Cowardly Lion made no answer but just dug his claws into the seat and closed his eyes tighter. The wind whistled shrilly in their ears, the rain pelted mercilessly upon their heads and the bus tumbled and tossed through the air like a rudderless ship. Suddenly Snorer, who was less affected by the mo tion of the bus than the others, felt water on his feet. "Somebody bail out the boat," he shrieked in real terror, "it's sinking!" And so it was. The feather wheels, wet and draggled by the rain, moved slower and slower, and the bus was now so full of-water that every time it lurched sideways the luckless voyagers were submerged. It was like flying in a very deep and dangerous tub. "I never expected to be drowned in the air," screamed N otta. "Shall we jump "Do you want to be dashed to pieces'" shouted Nick in reply. "Hold on to the sides." He called more di-192

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz "Neither," croaked Snorer sorrowfully. "Only tied to a very forgetful friend." The disg_uises, concealed in various parts of N otta's apparel, were dragged down in disfiguring lumps about his knees. There were four bumps on his forehead and one was coming on the back of his head. Bob, though shivering and wet, was other wise unhurt, so he and Nick helped Notta to the Cowardly Lion's back, and, dripping and shaken, the air wrecked party started toward a little hut near which they had fallen. "Where's the Fallaboutabus muttered N otta thickly, as the Cowardly Lion stumbled over the sill. "I don't care where it is," groaned the lion. "I hope it's busted. I'm against flying in all its branches." He dropped panting on the hearth, and N otta did not even move from his back. The hut evidently belonged to some thrifty woodcutter. It was quite neat and com fortable and there was a fire all ready to light. Bob, feeling very important, started a cheerful blaze, and though the rain still rattled on the roof, inside it was quite cozy and comfortable. Notta, with Bob's help, took out all of his disguises, and the three that had already been used he hung out in full view. But the clown was so downhearted when Bob started to shake out the others, and seemed to attach so much 194

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz was so pleased that he jumped for joy, and started to run and look in the woodcutter's mirror, upsetting N otta as usual. "It's because you're no longer unish," explained Snorer wisely, as N otta scrambled to his feet and hastened to accompany the lion to the mirror. "When you both stopped planning unwise and unfair things the feathers just naturally dropped out, and Bob's fol lowed suit, for there isn't an unish bone in that boy's body," continued Snorer, rolling his eyes knowingly. "And now that we've all decided to stick together everything will be as happy as possible." "We don't stick together very well," sighed the Cowardly Lion, hanging his head. "Did I hurt you, N otta, old fell "Not much," said the clown, "but I'll have to use more padding if you are going to be so impetuous." Being tied to a Cowardly Lion was proving even worse than he had expected. The Cowardly Lion himself felt uncomfortable and ill at ease. "See here," he rumbled, as they gathered round the fire again, "I think we had better separate. I'll go on to Mudge and you three go to the Emerald City for help." "No," objected Notta, wrinkling his poor bumped 196

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Chapter Fourteen forehead, "let's stick together a bit longer, for I don't know the way to the Emerald City, and the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lions might tear you to pieces before we got back. Traveling in this country is dreadfully uncertain. Why, we don't even know where we are "But the sun's out," cried Bob, running to the win dow. "Let's see if the Flyaboutabus is still around." The Cowardly Lion started at once to run toward the door, but N otta, with a flying leap jumped on his back and thus avoided another fall. The bus was full of 197

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Chapter Fourteen waited for the bus to dry. Just beyond a little fringe of trees they could see the roofs of a small city, and Snorer, sensibly enough, proposed that they run the bus into the city and inquire of its inhabitants just where they were. "Though as far as I can make out," :finished Nick, "if we move toward Mudge all will be well, but if we take any other direction this beautiful person," he pointed his claw at Notta, "will turn blue." "Regular signals, aren't we, The clown thoughtlessly turned a handspring, but the short rope spoiled it and the Cowardly Lion was quite choked. "We don't twin very well, old fell ow, do sighed Notta. "But let's see which is the way to Mudge, for it seems that to Mudge we must trudge." Hopping on the Cowardly Lion's back he waved him to the left, but at the first step both N otta and Bob turned quite blue. "Try the right," suggested the clown, pulling the lion's right ear. So the Cowardly Lion pranced to the right, but had not gone a dozen steps before Bob and N otta were bluer than ever. "Back!" directed N otta, swinging around and seizing the lion's tail. But their blueness only increased. "Straight ahead then," cried N otta, standing up and 199

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz waving his arms. So the Cowardly Lion obligingly trotted a few paces straight ahead, and as Bob and the clown promptly turned back to their natural com plexions, they concluded that straight ahead was the road to Mudge. Bob could hardly help feeling pleased that it also led toward the strange city, for Bob was very curious about Oz and its singular peoples, and the little fellow was enjoying every minute of his adventures. Even the wreck and the thunderstorm had given him a new kind of thrill. "We must all think of a way to outwit Mustafa," said Notta, as they took their places in the Flyabouta bus. "But until we do I shall simply follow my usual rules." So saying, he untied, for a moment, the rope that bound him to the Cowardly Lion and stepped into another of his disguises. This was almost the strangest of the lot. It covered him all but the feet, and in place of their jolly companion stood a huge goggle-eyed fish. The fish skin buttoned down the front, and Notta's arms protruded under the fins, but he was to sit down. This, however, he bore quite cheerfully and, standing up very straight and stiff, seized the wheel of the Flyaboutabus, pressed the button marked "Go," and away they did go in a 200

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Chapter F series of bumps and bounces, for the feathery vehicle could not seem to keep its wheels on the ground. "Too bad you did not put on that rig during the . storm," chuckled Nick, hanging on with both claws. "Then you could have swum to earth. But what good is it "Just you wait," promised N otta confidently. "When these people, whoever they are, see a fish walking about on dry land, they will do just as I ask them to. You see!" Nick looked rather nervous as he adjusted his nose, and the Cowardly Lion shook his head doubtfully. "But he cannot help his disguises any more than Nick can help his snoring, or I, my cowardice," whispered the big beast huskily to Bob. Bob Up said nothing, but he always felt uncomfortable when Notta put on one of his queer costumes. The bus was bouncing and jerking so crazily that conversation was now impossible. As they came nearer and nearer to the strange city, it became at once apparent that it was unlike any city or town any of them had ever seen or visited. Even the Cowardly Lion, old Oz adventurer that he was and accustomed to unusual sights and places, gave a snort of surprise as the Flyaboutabus rushed through the glittering glass gates. 201

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CHAPTER 15 Mustafa Keeps Watch MUSTAFA, seated on his blue throne, stared steadily at his magic ring. He had done little else since Bob and Notta's departure, and in conse quence was beginning to squint fearfully. On his lap lay the lion book, and when he was not gazing at his ring, the blue-whiskered monarch looked longingly at the picture of the Cowardly Lion. 202

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz hour Mustafa was growing unhappier and unpleas-anter. ' Panapee stepped about breathlessly on tiptoe, for each time Notta had done anything to turn Mustafa's ring black the ruler of Mudge had flown at his royal chamberlain and shaken him unmercifully. "He is escaping, you villain!" screamed Mustafa the first time-that was when Notta had determined not to betray his faithful four-footed friend. "Help! Ouch! Does your Majesty expect to stop him by pulling my Let go l Take off your ring," spluttered the unhappy Mudger, "there is no magic in my whiskers." Realizing the truth of this, Mustafa snatched off his ring, with what alarming consequences to Bob and Notta we all know. Since then his watchfulness had increased, and even while he ate he held his thumb before his eyes so that no move of the clown would escape him. While Mustafa kept watch, the royal jewelers worked day and night upon a gold collar, studded with sapphires, and the forger of swords and scimitars hammered early and late upon a heavy gold chain-for once the Cowardly Lion entered Mudge, Mustafa was determined he should never leave the . kingdom. Tazzywaller, who was still lion feeder, peer-204

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Chapter Sixteen tied to me," begged N otta, straightening his fish head hastily. "Then woe betide us," sighed the Cowardly Lion. Nick put his wing around Bob and all of them gazed in bewilderment at this bewildering city. "Preservatory," said a large sign just beyond the glass gates, and over the whole city hung a sweet, smoky haze. The houses had glass fronts and were more like cupboards than ordinary dwellings. Each had three stories, or as Bob Up explained later to Dorothy, three shelves. And on these shelves, swinging their legs, sat the oddest individuals in Oz. From head to knee they were enclosed in glass jars. Their arms and legs came through especially cut places, but these were carefully soldered so as not to let in any air. And their heads, somewhat flattened by the glass lids, had a squashed and foolish look. , As the Flyaboutabus bounced merrily along the main street, they began to tumble off the shelves and run down the glass steps of their comical houses. They made no attempt to keep out of the way, so Notta hastily stopped the bus. But even so, one managed to get under the wheels and Bob shivered as the creature's jar splintered to bits on the glass paving stones. "Now you've done it," groaned Nick, slamming his 207

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Chapter Sixteen Bob's eyes larger and larger and when a pre served dog ran briskly in front of the bus he gave a shout of glee. "I think Oz is the funniest place in the world, don't you, cried the little boy merrily. "Well," chirruped Snorer, "as I was never any place else, I can hardly say. Look, look! There goes a canned cat!" And so it was, as canned a cat as you'd ever want to see. But right here their guide turned tlie corner and 211

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz indignation. The Prime Preserve also trembled in his jar, then leaning down to read the last command of her Majesty, he ran off as fast as his crooked green legs would carry him. "Fetch the Imperial Squawmos," read the Cowardly Lion, with an amused twinkle in his yellow eyes as N otta tore off the page. "If we stay here it is plain we shall be pickled to death," scrawled the clown, "so we bid you a fond but final farewell." The Queen leaned forward, the better to read N otta's message and, while Nick, Bob and the Cowardly Lion fairly rocked with merriment at her discomfited ex pression, she suddenly unscrewed her lid. "Help !" screamed Preserva loudly, sticking her head out of the jar. "Help! Help!" Then back went her head and down went the lid, only to have the whole performance repeated the next second. This she kept up at regular intervals until the whole party were simply convulsed. But it would have been wiser had they, instead of laughing, looked behind them, for presently a terrible thump on the back sent all the scales on N otta's disguise to trembling. It was the Imperial Squawmos, foll9wed by all the Preserves in the city. While a dozen ran to calm the agitated 214

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Chapter Sixteen Queen, who was still quivering in her jar, the rest surrounded the Flyaboutabus. Most alarming of all, the Imperial Squawmos was not in a jar. She was, in fact, a huge and towering cookywitch with a pas sion for preserving. And a cookywitch, I don't mind telling you, is next in wizardry to a sorceress. She had put up the inhabitants of the entire city and was the real ruler of the Preserve. "A fish!" shrilled the Cookywitch, prodding N otta with a fork as long as an umbrella. "Ah, what an extreme pleasure. I have canned cats, dogs and people, but never a fish. And a boy," she chucked Bob familiarly under the chin. "Spare the jar and spoil the child," she quoted with a dreadful wink that sent Snorer circling into the air, where he flew uneasily over the heads of his luckless companions. "Off to the preserving kettles with you!" shrilled the Squawmos, and Notta, in real alarm, made a dash toward the buttons to start the bus, but the Cooky witch brought down a heavy iron spoon, that she carried in one hand, and crushed the entire steering gear. The clown, seeing that escape for the time being was impossible, decided to go back to rule two and gain a little time by politeness. "Imperial and Imperious Squawmos," began Notta, 215

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Chapter Sixteen "Oh, my quills and feathers!" spluttered the faithful bird, "they'll be _ shattered to bits! Oh, my tail and top knot! What shall I Bob I can save, but that beautiful clown will be broken to pieces!" Though falling, as N otta explained afterward, did give one a sinking sensation, it was not nearly so unpleasant as he had expected and, when he looked up and saw Bob safely 9n Snorer's back, he fell more calmly, trying now and then to do the side stroke and calling encouragement to the Cowardly Lion. Earth as it came in view was not very encouraging and Snorer screamed with fright when he saw the rocky nature of the country into which his friends were tumbling. "Good-bye!" roared the Cowardly Lion, looking up mournfully at the clown, who was at that minute a little above him. "I'll never forget you, for you are a brave man in spite of your disguises." The clown was too affected by this speech to answer and, when he glimpsed the jagged rocks below, he decided that soon he would be disguised as a pan cake. So he merely waved to the others and closed his eyes. Like a flash Nick darted down and set Bob on a huge bowlder. Then, with wings spread, he flew up and down, intending, if possible, to break Notta's fall with 219

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz to catch us perhaps you will tell us who you are." "Crunch is my name," answered the Stone Man, picking up a rock and crumbling it to powder in his hand. "I think we'd better be going,'' quavered Snorer tremulously. "We're late as it is." Nick had no desire to fall into the Stone Man's clutches. "Don't go," begged Crunch. "I haven't talked to anyone since I was excavated." "How long ago was asked Notta, scratching his ear. "Oh, several ages ago," replied the Stone Man care lessly. "But I'm much older than that, for I was hacked out by a primitive Oz man to decorate his cave. But a landslide caved in the cave and I was buried for several centuries." "Who dug you up," roared the Cowardly Lion, "and how is it you are "A wizard named W am dug me up," explained Crunch in his scratchy voice, "and brought me to life with a shaker of magic powder. I tried to thank him, but he ran away before I could catch liim, so I've stood around ever since trying to find out what one does with a life." "Great Grandfathers?" choked the clown. "Fancy 224

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Chapter Eighteen the music of the fiddles-but he must have slept, for opening his eyes suddenly, he found the sun out and shining merrily. He looked around to ask N otta whether he had dreamed about the fiddles or really heard them, but Notta was nowhere to be seen. Nick, too, had vanished. Rather alarmed, Bob jumped up. As he did so a large green leaf with white lines traced on it fluttered to the ground. "You may use the Fiddle bow Boat," said the leaf and, looking up, Bob fancied the big tree was smiling at him. So he made a stiff little bow and, holding fast to the leaf, started off uneasily to find his friends. The sound of water rippling over stones took him to the left, for he was terribly thirsty and in a few seconds he had come out on a rapid little stream. The water was so clear Bob could see the white stones gleaming on the bottom. Throwing himself down, he took a long, satisfying drink. When he straightened up he was astonished to see a boat tied to a slim birch that leaned far out over the water's edge. "Why, this must be the Fiddle bow Boat," cried the little boy, hastening over to examine it. It was of a smooth and satiny garnet, and exactly the shape of a huge, hollowed-out fiddle. It rode gaily at the end of 235

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Chapter Eighteen "Bob! Bob!" cried the witch remorsefully, "don't you know me? Bob, it's Notta-only old Notta!" "N otta?" gasped Bob, for he was entirely out of breath and trembling like a leaf. "There! There!" coaxed the clown. "It's only one of my disguises." As Bob continued to regard him with disfavor, he explained hurriedly, "You see we're going to this Emerald City, Bob Up, where every other person is more or less magic. Now, what attention would they pay to a silly clown? Why, they might not even listen to me. But if I pretend to be a powerful witch, Princess Ozma and the Wizard of Oz, whom we've been hearing so much about, will hasten to do what I say." "You'll frighten them," said Bob stubbornly, but N otta shook his head. "People in fairy cities aren't frightened as easily as little boys," he chuckled knowingly. "And just look what I've found you for breakfast!" In Bob's cap he had gathered nuts and berries of every kind, and Bob, seeing Notta was determined to go to the Emerald City as a witch, said nothing more but began to eat hungrily. After a hearty breakfast, Nick came flapping back and was so startled by the clown's disguise that his nose fell off the hook with a 237

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Chapter Eighteen it along to the next tree, and in a second it was being tossed lightly from tree to tree, much to the amazement of N otta and Bob. With wonders happening every moment, you would expect them . to be used to it, but each time they were newly astonished. When the last trace of the magic boat disappeared, they struck out across the meadow, for already over the top of a little hill they could see the sparkling green towers of the Emerald City of Oz. Nick, hopping sidewise, paused every few minutes to see that his curly nose was safely on its hook. N otta began rehearsing long speeches he meant to make to the lovely little ruler of Oz, while Bob skipped between the two, nearly bursting with excitement. On the other side of the meadow they came to the yellow brick road mentioned by Mustafa. From the windows of the lit tle green cottages scattered here and there, the inhabitants looked at them curiously, and several of the quaintly dressed town folk whom they met on the road, at sight of a witch, took immediately to their heels. But without waiting to explain themselves or talk to anyone, the three hurried on to the gates of the Emerald City its elf. Bob gazed with round-eyed delight, Nick began to snort with surprise, and Notta, who had seen in the 241

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz course of his travels every great city on two continents, was struck dumb with amazement, for the capital city of Oz outshone them all in beauty and magnificence. Its streets of green marble sparkled with emeralds, and the palace, rising majestically from its flowering gardens, shone with splendor in the bright morning sunshine. The Guardian of the Gate was breakfasting in his cot tage, and Nick flew over the bars and, turning the emerald key, quietly admitted Bob and N otta. "Let us proceed to the main tent," puffed the clown a bit nervously, for he felt ill at ease among so much magnificence. He had forgotten every word of his speech and, with a sigh, resolved to stick to his old rules-disguise, politeness, joke and run. "Though I see no reason why we should have to run," he muttered uneasily, settling his witch hat a bit more firmly. It was still rather early and the gardens were deserted, but all at once Bob, who was a bit ahead of the others, spied a little girl in pink, sitting on the edge of a fountain, reading. "It's Dorothy!" cried Bob, waving excitedly. "She looks just like a picture in the lion book! Come on!" Immediately Snorer spread his wings and flung him self into the air. Notta grasped his black cloak and catching Bob's hand started on a run for the fountain. 242

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Chapter Eighteen Ozma was having a quiet game of checkers with the Scarecrow and looked up in amazement as the company burst into the throne room. "A witch!" shrilled the Patchwork Girl, dancing madly at the head of the procession, "A witch, a witch, As black as pitch, Has come to stea l your throne And sichl '' "If they would only stop screaming," thought poor Bob, looking anxiously at the lovely little figure of 245

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Chapter Nineteen All the celebrities stared suspiciously at their pris oner, but as Sir Rokus had him firmly by one arm and the Tin Woodman by the other, Notta could not re move his disguise. "The boy has spoken the truth," quavered the clown. "If these gentlemen will let me go for a moment I will prove that I am not a witch." "Don't let go," advised the Scarecrow, wrinkling his cotton forehead, "for she may bewitch us. Have little Dorothy tell her story." So, while Bob fumed with impatience and N otta groaned at the delay, Dorothy told how they had come flying toward her in the garden. "But if it had been a witch, wouldn't she have melted when you threw the water on asked Trot, who had listened so far in silence. She liked the looks of this little boy and felt that some mistake had been made. "Call the Wizard of Oz!" cried Jack Pumpkinhead. This was such a reasonable suggestion Bob wondered how a pumpkinhead could have thought of it. As there seemed no way of convincing these interesting folks that the clown was not a witch, Bob gave it up for the moment and began examining them with close attention. 249

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Chapter Nineteen Sir Rokus and the Tin Woodman ducked and N otta spluttered, but the fiery liquid trickled harmlessly off his nose. "It is not a witch!" smiled the Wizard of Oz, turning to Ozma. "Then why do you pretend to " asked the little Queen. Her voice, though still stern, sounded very much relieved. Taking heart, N otta begged his two captors to release him. This they did, and the clown hastily tore off his wig and stepped out of the black cloak. "Why, it's a clown!" cried Dorothy in delight. "I told you he wasn't a witch," shrilled Bob Up, wriggling away from the Soldier with the Green Whiskers and rushing over to Notta Bit More. "Well, bless my heart!" cried the Wizard of Oz, bounding down the steps of the throne two at a time. "This is a surprise. Sir, let me embrace you!" And as Notta made no objection he gave him several good hugs. "I used to work in a circus myself," beamed the little wizard, "and I tell you a clown is a sight that makes me homesick!" "As to that," said Notta with a little bow to Ozma, "this country surpasses any circus I was ever in!" "Can you do funny asked Dorothy. 251

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, Chapter Nineteen pressed by the Knight's warlike appearance, then the Tin Woodman, because his ax looked so sharp, then Tik Tok, because he was so solid and dependable, then Glinda because she was a sorceress and the Wizard because he was also versed in magic, then Dorothy, because she was crying and Bob because N otta could not bear to leave him behind and then Snorer, because he had proven himself so faithful. Ozma, who had forgotten about the magic verse, was startled almost out of her senses by these sudden dis appearances. She _put up her scepter to object, but N otta ran forward and touched her too and she was gone with the others. "Help!" wailed Scraps, tumbling out of the window, and the rest of the company began backing into cor ners. But the clown, now satisfied with his army of invasion, seized the yellow hand of the Scarecrow and repeated his verse for the last time: '' Udge! Budget Come to Mudge! U dgers Budgers, We are Mudgers! '' In a flash they were in Mudge-every single person the clown had touched. And the sight that met their eyes was simply terrifying. 259

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CHAPTER 20 The Cowardly Lion's Peril TO understand how the Cowardly Lion made the journey to Mudge in one day instead of three, we must go back to the afternoon he started down the mountain with the Stone Man of Oz. Crunch, as he tramped along beside the Cowardly Lion, was thinking harder than in all the stone ages of his hard life. The Wizard Warn had given him brains of a sort, and though 260

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Chapter Twenty they had not been used before the events of the after noon had brought them quite suddenly into acti o n. The mountain where Crunch had stood for so many centuries, while quite near the Emerald City, was never visited by anyone, so that the Stone Man knew very little of life as it was lived in Oz. N otta's suggestions had aroused his curiosity, and for the Cowardly Lion he was developing a great fondness. As the afternoon progressed the Cowardly Lion grew positively embar rassed by his terms of endearment. "You are the handsomest creature in Oz," insisted 261

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz Crunch over and over, "and if you were only of stone you would be more beautiful still." "Very still," rumbled the Cowardly Lion, putting back his ears. "Though I suppose," he added thought fully, "a stone lion is never afraid." To change the subject he began telling Crunch about his cowardice, and how he had started out originally to find himself some courage. "Would it make you happy to be afraid of asked the Stone Man in his grinding voice. "Perfectly happy," sighed the Cowardly Lion, "for though I fight when danger threatens, I suffer terribly from a desire to run away." "Then if you had no desire to run a way you would be perfectly asked Crunch, with a stamp that threw the Cowardly Lion off his feet. "Why, I can easily fix that!" "Do you mean to say you could give me roared the Cowardly Lion, stopping perfectly still in his tracks. "I know a trick to fix you so that you will never again be afraid," answered the Stone Man, rolling his eyes from side to side. "That is one thing I can do." "Who taught you rumbled the Cowardly Lion suspiciously. 262

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Chapter Twenty "No one," grated Crunch, "but this hard little secret was in the brains W am wished into my block head. Shall I change you The Cowardly Lion sat down and scratched his ear with his hind leg. He had lived long enough in a magic country to believe anything possible, but somehow this huge, craggy giant filled him with misgivings. "I'd like to think about this a little longer, if you don't mind," he answered cautiously. "Tell me more about it, can't Crunch shooks his head solemnly. "If I told you it 263

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Chapter Twenty hard and unsympathetic," he reflected to himself. j\_loud he called, "Come along, let's hurry," and hurry they did as fast as their legs would carry them. A Munchkin farmer, whose cottage they passed just at dusk, gave the Cowardly Lion a hearty dinner, but he shook his head doubtfully at Crunch, who had propped himself up against a barn while the lion ate. "He'll break something," whispered the farmer nervously. "He's too heavy to be walking about. What's he doing alive Has Ozma seen Or the Here, here!" he called angrily, as the barn began to creak and lean to one side," you'll have to lean against something else!" "I'll stand right here, and nothing will budge me," grumbled Crunch disagreeably. At this the Cowardly Lion swallowed the_ rest of his dinner at one gulp and started to run down the road. He knew that the Stone Man would follow him and he did not want the poor farmer's barn demolished. "I thought you were going to help people," he roared reproachfully, as Crunch overtook him. "No, I've changed my mind," announced Crunch with a terrible grin, "I'm only going to help you." The Cowardly Lion started to lecture the Stone Man, but, as he paid not the slightest attention, he finally gave 265

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Chapter Twenty some habit of these creatures not brought to life by magic. With a long sigh, for he sadly missed his jolly com panions, the Cowardly Lion stretched himself out under a tree and almost instantly fell into a heavy slum ber. For a time the Stone Man stood perfectly still. Then he began to mutter crossly to himself. The idea of waiting until they reached Mudge to try his trick was not pleasing to the stony fell ow, for after the change, though he had been careful not to say so, the Cowardly Lion would be absolutely in his power. And, with the Cowardly Lion, he meant to return to his lonely mountain and stand happily ever afterward. Already the thought of offering his services to the Queen and building a city had begun to bore him. This pounding about chipped his toes and jarred his gran ite. Why had he ever made that ridiculous pro:iise to the Cowardly But made it was, and a Stone Man can no sooner break his promise than his head. Kicking the earth up fretfully, Crunch tried to think of a way out of the difficulty. Just as the twentieth star came pricking out in the Heavens, he had an idea. Crunch, being of stone, never tired and could therefore travel indefinitely. If this Mudge business had to be got through with, then the sooner they arrived in 267

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz Mudge the better. He knew that he could go three times as quickly as an ordinary flesh and bone man, therefore he ought to reach Mustafa's Kingdom by mormng. Snatching into the air a startled Munchkin shepherd, who was strolling along with his hands in his pockets, he asked him the way to Mudge. When the lad's teeth stopped chattering long enough to tell him, he dropped him carelessly on the ground and picked up the Cowardly Lion. The next instant he was running with all his might toward Mustafa's dreadful desert, trampling under his feet any fences or small buildings that got in the way, and jarring the whole country with his heavy strides. The Cowardly Lion awakened almost immediately and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but escape from those mighty arms was an impossibility. "Where are you he growled angrily, the words being fairly jolted out of him. "To Mudge!" shouted Crunch without slackening his speed. "I promised not to change you to a cour ageous lion till we finished with Mustafa. Well, now, I am going to finish Mustafa." "Stop!" implored the Cowardly Lion, but he might as well have argued with the wind, and to continue the argument, when Crunch's every step deprived him of 268

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Chapter Twenty his breath, took the whole of his strength and determi nation. But continue it he did, with roars, threats and rumblings. To these the Stone Man paid not the slight est attention, and finally the Cowardly Lion was too exhausted and shaken to utter another roar. "There's no use reasoning with me," Crunch had in sisted stubbornly, "for I am a hard mass of mineral matter. I will take you to Mudge because that I prom ised to do, but as soon as we reach Mudge you will be mine forever! " The Cowardly Lion had not even strength to tremble at these awful words, so he closed his eyes and tried not to think about Mustafa and his nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lions, nor Crunch and his terrible threat. It would be impossible for N otta and Bob to reach Mudge in time to help him now, so the poor Cowardly Lion resolved to fight as long as he could, and then bravely resign himself to whatever fate had in store for him. At every step of the Stone Man, he more llitterly regretted the moment he had trusted himself to the company of this treacherous giant. Whether he fell asleep, or was shaken into uncon sciousness, the Cowardly Lion never knew. The next thing he remembered was leaning up against an iron enclosure and hearing Crunch calling loudly for ad-269

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz mittance into Mudge. For the Stone Man had run, without turning so much as an inch out of the way, directly to the land of the Mudgers. The sun was high in the Heavens, and winds from Mustafa's desert blew hotly in their faces. The Mudger Guard, hearing the terrible clamor, came running to see who was hammering on the gates, and when they saw Crunch and the Cowardly Lion they turned and flew toward their master's striped tent. Mustafa, still gazing fixedly at his ring, hardly heard their terrified description of the stone giant. All that he heard was the wonderful news that a lion, undoubt edly the Cowardly Lion of Oz, had at last been deliv ered into his power. Calling Panapee, and running so fast he lost both of his sandals; Mustafa rushed out to the lion enclosure and with trembling hands unlocked the gates. Fortunately the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lions were in another part, and when he waved for Crunch and the Cowardly Lion to en ter, they did so without disturbing Mustafa's ferocious pets. The Cowardly Lion wobbled slightly, for he was still by his terrible journey, but the Stone Man tramped defiantly toward the blue whiskered monarch of Mudge. "Welcome!" wheezed Mustafa, waving his scimitar. 270

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Chapter Twenty Panny, with an outraged glance at the Stone Man, climbed the nearest palm tree. "I understand you wished to have me captured," growled the Cowardly Lion, trembling slightly, but re solved to go through with this disagreeable business. "Don't say captured," cried Mustafa slyly. "Let us say that I wished to have my court honored by your cowardly and perfect presence. I understand you are a terrible fighter," he added, tugging at his whiskers joyfully. " Shall I crush or crumble asked Crunch, inter-271

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz rupting Mustafa's further remarks and ramblings. And then Mustafa for the first time became really aware of the Stone Man. The more he examined, the more horribly a ware of him he became. "Panny!" he shrilled, looking all around for his chief chamberlain, "Panny, call out the Guard!" "Call them out yourself," chattered the trembling chamberlain, frightened out of his usual submissive ness. "I'll not stir from this tree." Crunch made a . snatch at Mustafa, but the Cowardly Lion hastily intervened. Wicked though Mustafa had been, the kindhearted lion was not going to stand by and see him crushed to a crumble. He motioned for Crunch to fol low him a few steps aside and quite sulkily the Stone Man obeyed. "This is my fight," puffed the Cowardly Lion. "Now be a good fellow and keep out of it till I need you." "How long will it grated Crunch, slightly mollified. To tell the truth, he wanted to think over the formula needed to change the Cowardly Lion. One of the magic words had slipped his stone memory. "Oh, an hour or two," answered the lion uneasily, de termined, if he could, to escape from both of these treacherous villains. "All right, old fellow," Crunch smiled as he said this. 272

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Chapter Twenty He felt he could afford to be generous, for in a few hours the Cowardly Lion would belong to him for good. So he leaned stolidly against the enclosure, while the Cowardly Lion hurried after Mustafa, who was running in a cloud of sand toward his tent. "Where's that animated gasped Mustafa, sinking down on his throne. "Outside," panted the Cowardly Lion, too tired to notice the si gnal that passed between Mustafa and two Guardsmen in the opening of the tent. In an instant a gold collar and_ chain had been clapped 'round his tawny neck. "Now then," exulted Mustafa, "who says you're not captured." Forgetting all about the Stone Man and his threats , he bade the two Guardsmen drag the Cowardly Lion to the royal enclosure . As they left through an opening in another side of the tent, Crunch knew nothing of their going. The Cowardly Lion planted all four f ee t and roared terribly but six more Guardsmen came to help the others and ignominiously he was dragge d along. "Now we shall see a famous fight, and discover whether this Cowardly Lion is as brave as he is said to be," chu ckled shuffling along beside him. The part of the enclosure to which they were taking the lion 273

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz was widened out into a regular arena. Already the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lions, with noses pressed against the bars, were watching the ap proach of their rival. For Mustafa had talked so long and tiresomely of t he Cowardly Lion, who was coming to fight the whole company of them, that they consid ered him an enemy to be destroyed upon the spot. They did not have long to wait, for while two Guardsmen opened the gates of the enclosure, six more with the ends of their scimitars urged the Cowardly Lion for ward. Stars! What an array of eyes, tails and gleaming teeth! What a thunder of savage growls, roars and rumbles! Before they made a spring at the Cowardly Lion an unexpected interruption startled them. It was Sir Rokus of Pokes, falling down like a ton of kitchen tins beside the monarch of Mudge. And before the lions had stopped blinking at that, down rattled the Tin Woodman and Tik Tok, Glinda and the little Wizard of Oz, followed by Dorothy, Snorer and Bob and last of all, Ozma, the Scarecrow and Notta Bit More. "Help!" screeched the Guards running in every di rection. "It's raining royalty!" shrilled Tazzywaller, who had sneaked out to witne&s the fight. "Fly for your life!" 274

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Chapter Twenty The fat little lion feeder tugged at Mustafa's robe, for he had at once recognized Princess Dorothy and Ozma of Oz. But before Mustafa could flee, or the company from the Emerald City had caught their breath, Mustafa's lions, recovering from the shock of so many fall ers, sprang with nine thousand different dreadful roars toward the Cowardly Lion. '" Dorothy screamed and the Scarecrow recklessly tried to squeeze himself through the bars, but before any one from the Emerald City could raise a hand, Crunch, aroused by the thumps and roars, came pounding upon the scene. Just as the Cowardly Lion crouched to meet the overwhelming rush of Mustafa's lions, the Stone Man held up his arm and shouted seven magic words! 275

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CHAPTER 21 Oz Magic Triumphs SEVEN magic words! No sooner were they uttered than the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine lions were turned to so many stone statues-some just as they were about to spring, some half way in the air, so that they came clattering heavily down one on top of the other, and the poor Cowardly Lion at the bot ton of the heap! 276

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Chapter Twenty-One "Somebody stop him!" gasped Ozma who was sitting exactly as she had fallen on a small sand dune. Sir Rokus of Pokes sprang bravely at Crunch, but his sword snapped at the first thrust, and the Stone Man, paying no more attention to the people from the Emerald City than if they had been so many flies, began bending out the iron bars of the lion enclosure. Mustaf a, petrified with terror, might have been a statue himself, and the Mudger Guards had long since taken to their heels. "What have you wailed Notta, trying to attract the Stone Man's attention. He seized an iron bar tltat Crouch had loosened and began valiantly belaboring Crunch about the shins. "Oh, hello!" rasped Crouch, glancing down at the clown. "Back Well, I've taken your advice, you see." "My advice!" groaned N otta. "Yes." Crunch, who had now broken an opening for himself, stepped into the enclosure. "I've helped the Cowardly Lion by changing him to stone. Now he will never feel cowardly again, and what's more, he belongs to me!" Leaning over, he began tossing Mustafa's lions aside as if they had been so many paper weights. "Oh, help!" screamed Snorer. "Aren't there any 277

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz wizards here to stop this Are you going to sit like images while he runs off with the bravest lion in "I must think!" groaned the Scarecrow, putting his white cotton glove to his head, while Dorothy and Bob ran close to the bars and looked anxiously for the first glimpse of their old friend. But Glinda and the Wizard of Oz already had their heads together. "First," whispered the little Wizard of Oz, "we will let him find the Cowardly Lion, for those statues would be too heavy for us to lift. Then, we will deprive him of all power to move." Tik Tok and Sir Rokus had followed the Stone Man into the enclosure, but a stone lion flung carelessly to one side, knocked Tik Tok head over heels, and Sir Rokus, deciding that flight was the better part of valor, retired to a safe distance, where he began threatening the Stone Man with every sort of destruction from ham mering to hanging. But Crunch continued calmly toss-: ing the about, and at last uncovered the Cowardly Lion himself. He recognized him at once, for his mane, a mass of stony waves, stood straight on end. The Cowardly Lion, you see, had been petrified in one of his most trying and, while he was preparing to fight with all his might, he could not control his mane 278

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Chapter Twenty-One and hence looked as natural as possible. Dorothy could not help crying as Crunch tucked this lifelike image of her old chum under his arm and prepared to tramp off. But he got no further than two steps, for at the second step the combined magic of Glinda and the Wizard of Oz deprived him of all power to move. Crunch dropped the Cowardly Lion with a crash that chipped off a piece of his mane, and with one foot raised in the air stood perfectly motionless. The Stone Man was no longer alive! "Oh!" cried Notta, frightened by the ease with which 279

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz Glinda had deprived the stone giant of life, "who will bring the Cowardly Lion to himself And at once everyone ran over to the poor petrified lion, and tugging and pulling, managed to get him to his feet. "It was the only thing we could do," puffed the little Wlzard of Oz, gazing up worriedly at the huge statue of Crunch. "He did not know how to use the gift of life, and would only have brought more trouble upon us." "Isn't this trouble cried Dorothy, throwing her arms around the cold, still figure of the Cowardly Lion. "There, there, my dear! Glinda will find a way out of all this," comforted the Scarecrow, and Notta and Bob joined him in his efforts to console the little girl, while Sir Rokus and the Tin Woodman ran to help Tik Tok to his feet. "All this has happened because of you!" declared Ozma, stamping her foot for the first time in her gentle little life, and looking sternly at Mustafa. "And for a punishment," she pointed at the huge, craggy figure of Crunch, "for a punishment this Stone Man shall stand forever in Mudge, a monument to your greediness and folly." "Take away his ring," whispered Bob, tiptoeing up 280

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Chapter Twenty-One to the little fairy ruler, for he had seen Mustafa slyly beginning to take it off and Bob knew its dreadful power. Without losing a minute, Ozma commanded Mustafa to hand over the ring. Tremblingly, the wretchPtl old Mudger obeyed. So much had happened in the last few minutes, he was positively stunned by his misfor t une. Not only had he off ended the ruler of all Oz, los t the Cowardly Lion and his ring, but all of his other Eons were turned to stone. J erkihg his turban over one eye, the miserable monarch shuffled to his tent, and no one cared enough to stop him. Then, as the whole party was heartily disgusted with the hot, desert city of the Mudgers, Glinda, by a quick transportation phrase, wished them all safely back to the Emerald City. There, for several hours Glinda, the Wizard of Oz, and Ozma worked over the. Cowardly Lion, but all of their magic failed to undo the Stone Man's spell, and it looked as if the huge beast would have to spend the rest of his life as a garden ornament. Twenty of the palace servants bore him down the steps and placed him gently in the center of a large :flower bed, and all the inhabitants of the city came and gazed sadly at their once lively and cowardly comrade. "He is the image of himself," choked the Scarecrow, 281

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz hanging a wreath of daisies round his neck, which was still adorned with Mustafa's gold collar. "But I don't want an image," cried Princess Dorothy and, climbing on the Cowardly Lion's stone back, she cried as if her heart would break. N otta and Bob were too overcome by this dreadful misfortune to think about themselves. It did not even seem right to enjoy the lovely sights in the Emerald City, so the clown and lit tle boy sat on a bench in the garden and gazed sorrow fully at the monument of their faithful old friend. Then, all at once Bob jumped up with a little shout. "Look," he cried, waving his cap joyfully. "Look! He's coming alive again!" And so he was! For tears are more magic than anything else, when it comes to melting stone, and every spot where Dorothy's tears fell was beginning to quiver with life. When Notta ran to the palace with the news, the excitement was tremendous. Everyone, from Ozma down to the littlest kitchen maid, came to weep over the Cowardly Lion, and bring him back to life. The Tin Woodman cried a perfect torrent of tears and quite rusted his chain. The Scarecrow and Scraps had not a tear in their cot ton constitutions, but Snorer made up for this by crying enough for three. Everybody cried, and in less than a minute the dear, old kind-hearted lion opened 282

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Chapter Twenty-One his eyes. Shaking himself sleepily, he looked inquir ingly at the weeping company and wanted to know what was the matter. All talking at once, and each trying to hug him first, they explained what had hap pened. The Cowardly Lion remembered nothing after being pushed into the lion enclosure. You can well imagine his relief when he discovered what a hard and horrible fate he had escaped. "All this comes of my foolish wish for courage," roared the Cowardly Lion, shaking his mane, which was quite perfect except for the piece Crunch had broken 283

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz off. "I would rather be a Cowardly Lion for five minutes than a stone lion for a century. Why, a stone lion has not enough sense to be frightened." "Hurrah for the Cowardly Lion of Oz!" shouted the Scarecrow, and Bob Up, who felt more at home among these odd and friendly people than he had ever felt anywhere in his life, climbed on the Cowardly Lion's back and hugged him with both arms. Dorothy hopped up again too, and in triumph they all trooped back to the throne room.

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CHAPTER 22 A Happy Home in Oz "A ND now," sighed the little Queen of Oz, sinking down among the soft cushions of her emerald throne, "let's have the whole story!" Nothing could have exceeded her amazement, as Notta told of their marvelous adventures in Oz-of Doorways and Un and Preserva the Great, of the Flyaboutabus and the Fiddlebow Boat. Dorothy was so curious about the

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz Skyle of Un that they all ran to look in Ozma's Magic Picture, which shows any place or person one wishes to see. "Show us the Uns," commanded Ozma breathlessly, and Bob and N otta almost tumbled over backwards when the Magic Picture showed them I-wish-I-was and his Featherheads. A great battle was in progress, for I-wish-I-was was furious at the loss of the Flyabouta bus. The Guards and their friends on one side and the wicked ruler on the other were fighting tumultuously. Sticks and feathers were flying in every direction and they were even pulling down their tree houses. Ozma shook her head gravely, but Bob Up, who had been thinking about the only good Un ever since they left the skyland, suddenly remembered his name and triumphantly whispered it to Ozma. Instantly Ozma, with the help of Glinda and the Wizard, commanded the good Un to come out from his hiding and sit upon the throne. The fighting ceased at once and the Uns began to look at one another with puzzled expressions, as if they could not remember what they had been quar reling about. Bob and Notta and the Cowardly Lion shouted with approval, forgetting in their interest that the U ns in the picture could not hear t:ijem. The good Un's name:'was Unselfish and, as Glinda as-286

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Chapter Twenty-Two sured Ozma that the skyle would thereafter be ruled wisely and well, they all returned to the throne room. After Dorothy had hugged N otta a dozen times for his devotion to the Cowardly Lion, and the clown had turned his best somersaults, told his best jokes and gen-__ . / erally made himself so funny that everyone was doubled up with laughter, Ozma again raised her scepter for silence. "I suppose," said the little fairy regretfully, for she had taken a great fancy to the clown and Snorer and 2 8 7

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz Bob Up, "I suppose that now you are anxious to return to .America." Notta took off his cap and scratched his ear, a habit he had when puzzled or embarrassed. "Don't go yet!" begged Dorothy, seizing the clown's arm imploringly. As for Bob Up, he retired behind an emerald pillar so that no one could see that he was crying. "Oh, yes," cawed Snorer, flapping down from the back of a tall chair where he had been enjoying a noisy little nap. "Oh, yes, we must go to .America and make our fortune. I am going to have my nose patented and teach the people there how to snore properly." "That's right," agreed Notta soberly. "I'm a family man now and must go back and earn enough to send Bob to college, and I must save up for my old age, for clowns can't be tumbling around the country forever." "Why, it's nothing but fun," cried Scraps, who had been quiet as long as she could contain herself. "Not always," sighed Notta. "Making people laugh is the hardest work in the world. Look how easy it is to make them But come along, Bob Up. It's high time we were going, and if this little lady will just say the magic word we'll bid you all good-bye. I must be saving up for my old age," he repeated mournfully. 288

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Chapter Twenty-Two When Notta was sad, he always thought about his old age, and the idea of leaving the Cowardly Lion and all of this merry and childlike company made him sad indeed. And Ozma, who is the cleverest little mind and heart reader anywhere in the world or out-Ozma guessed his secret. "Don't go!" cried the little Queen impulsively. "Stay with us and you won't have any old age. Stay in Oz, dear N otta, and be happy forever." At this the excitement was terrific. Every man, woman, child, animal, and celebrity added his or her voice to Ozma's, and when the clown, with tears in his eyes, accepted the little Queen's generous offer, they seized hands or paws, as the case might be, and danced merrily 'round Bob, Snorer and Notta Bit More. "You shall have the jolliest cottage in Oz," promised the Scarecrow, when the excitement had subsided a bit. "A tent would seem more homelike," whispered N otta in the cloth ear of that charming gentleman. And a tent he did have, on the outskirts of the Emerald City -a tent shared with Snorer and Bob, where, with the help of the charming and unusual inhabitants of Oz, the clown gave the most surprising shows that had ever been seen in that magical country. Bob, in his good fortune, did not forget the half a 289

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz lion, and the Wizard of Oz reunited the unfortunate creature, after bringing both halves, with the aid of Ozma's magic belt, to the Emerald City. The poor beast, whose hind quarters had fortunately escaped Crunch's stone spell, was so overjoyed to see his tail again that he raced round in circles for several hours after his reunion. As for Mustafa, he grew amazingly rich from the sale of his stone lions, and you can see them any fine day, guarding the doors of . public buildings or standing proudly in the various par ks of Oz. But in spite of his 290

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Chapter Twenty-Two great wealth, he was far from happy, for his eyes, from staring so hard at his ring, had become hopelessly crossed, and cross-eyed he remained to the end of his days. Bob Up is friends with everyone, but most of all with Button Bright, a little boy who once visited Sky Island and who could not hear enough of the Skyle of Un. Notta has saved up enough for Bob's entire education and has gone off to confer with Professor Wogglebug, President of the College of Art and Athletic Perfection, about the future of the little boy. 291


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