The Marvelous Land of Oz
back and ends, and it was so heavy that even by resting the greatest
weight upon the back of the Saw-Horse, the boy found himself out of
breath when at last the clumsy sofa was dumped upon the roof.
The Pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which was the first thing he saw.
The Scarecrow arrived with a coil of clothes-lines and ropes which he
had taken from the courtyard, and in his trip up the stairs he had
become so entangled in the loose ends of the ropes that both he and his
burden tumbled in a heap upon the roof and might have rolled off if Tip
had not rescued him.
The Tin Woodman appeared last. He also had been to the courtyard, where
he had cut four great, spreading leaves from a huge palm-tree that was
the pride of all the inhabitants of the Emerald City.
“My dear Nick!” exclaimed the Scarecrow, seeing what his friend had
done; “you have been guilty of the greatest crime any person can commit
in the Emerald City. If I remember rightly, the penalty for chopping
leaves from the royal palm-tree is to be killed seven times and
afterward imprisoned for life.”
“It cannot be helped now” answered the Tin Woodman, throwing down the
big leaves upon the roof. “But it may be one more reason why it is
necessary for us to escape. And now let us see what you have found for
me to work with.”
Many were the doubtful looks cast upon the heap of miscellaneous
material that now cluttered the roof, and finally the Scarecrow shook
his head and remarked:
“Well, if friend Nick can manufacture, from this mess of rubbish, a
Thing that will fly through the air and carry us to safety, then I will
acknowledge him to be a better mechanic than I suspected.”
But the Tin Woodman seemed at first by no means sure of his powers, and
only after polishing his forehead vigorously with the chamois-leather
did he resolve to undertake the task.
“The first thing required for the machine,” said he, “is a body big
enough to carry the entire party. This sofa is the biggest thing we
have, and might be used for a body. But, should the machine ever tip
sideways, we would all slide off and fall to the ground.”
“Why not use two sofas?” asked Tip. “There’s another one just like this
down stairs.”
“That is a very sensible suggestion,” exclaimed the Tin Woodman. “You
must fetch the other sofa at once.”
So Tip and the Saw-Horse managed, with much labor, to get the second
sofa to the roof; and when the two were placed together, edge to edge,
the backs and ends formed a protecting rampart all around the seats.
“Excellent!” cried the Scarecrow. “We can ride within this snug nest
quite at our ease.”
The two sofas were now bound firmly together with ropes and
clothes-lines, and then Nick Chopper fastened the Gump’s head to one
end.
“That will show which is the front end of the Thing,” said he, greatly
pleased with the idea. “And, really, if you examine it critically, the
Gump looks very well as a figure-head. These great palm-leaves, for
which I have endangered my life seven times, must serve us as wings.”
“Are they strong enough?” asked the boy.
“They are as strong as anything we can get,” answered the Woodman; “and
although they are not in proportion to the Thing’s body, we are not in
a position to be very particular.”
So he fastened the palm-leaves to the sofas, two on each side.
Said the Woggle-Bug, with considerable admiration:
“The Thing is now complete, and only needs to be brought to life.”
“Stop a moment!” exclaimed Jack. “Are you not going to use my broom?”
“What for?” asked the Scarecrow.
“Why, it can be fastened to the back end for a tail,” answered the
Pumpkinhead. “Surely you would not call the Thing complete without a
tail.”
“Hm!” said the Tin Woodman, “I do not see the use of a tail. We are not
trying to copy a beast, or a fish, or a bird. All we ask of the Thing
is to carry us through the air.”
“Perhaps, after the Thing is brought to life, it can use a tail to
steer with,” suggested the Scarecrow. “For if it flies through the air
it will not be unlike a bird, and I’ve noticed that all birds have
tails, which they use for a rudder while flying.”
“Very well,” answered Nick, “the broom shall be used for a tail,” and
he fastened it firmly to the back end of the sofa body.
Tip took the pepper-box from his pocket.
“The Thing looks very big,” said he, anxiously; “and I am not sure
there is enough powder left to bring all of it to life. But I’ll make
it go as far as possible.”
“Put most on the wings,” said Nick Chopper; “for they must be made as
strong as possible.”
“And don’t forget the head!” exclaimed the Woggle-Bug.
“Or the tail!” added Jack Pumpkinhead.
“Do be quiet,” said Tip, nervously; “you must give me a chance to work
the magic charm in the proper manner.”
Very carefully he began sprinkling the Thing with the precious powder.
Each of the four wings was first lightly covered with a layer, then the
sofas were sprinkled, and the broom given a slight coating.
“The head! The head! Don’t, I beg of you, forget the head!” cried the
Woggle-Bug, excitedly.
“There’s only a little of the powder left,” announced Tip, looking
within the box. “And it seems to me it is more important to bring the
legs of the sofas to life than the head.”
“Not so,” decided the Scarecrow. “Every thing must have a head to
direct it; and since this creature is to fly, and not walk, it is
really unimportant whether its legs are alive or not.”
So Tip abided by this decision and sprinkled the Gump’s head with the
remainder of the powder.
“Now” said he, “keep silence while I work the, charm!”
Having heard old Mombi pronounce the magic words, and having also
succeeded in bringing the Saw-Horse to life, Tip did not hesitate an
instant in speaking the three cabalistic words, each accompanied by the
peculiar gesture of the hands.
It was a grave and impressive ceremony.
As he finished the incantation the Thing shuddered throughout its huge
bulk, the Gump gave the screeching cry that is familiar to those
animals, and then the four wings began flopping furiously.
Tip managed to grasp a chimney, else he would have been blown off the
roof by the terrible breeze raised by the wings. The Scarecrow, being
light in weight, was caught up bodily and borne through the air until
Tip luckily seized him by one leg and held him fast. The Woggle-Bug lay
flat upon the roof and so escaped harm, and the Tin Woodman, whose
weight of tin anchored him firmly, threw both arms around Jack
Pumpkinhead and managed to save him. The Saw-Horse toppled over upon
his back and lay with his legs waving helplessly above him.
And now, while all were struggling to recover themselves, the Thing
rose slowly from the roof and mounted into the air.
“Here! Come back!” cried Tip, in a frightened voice, as he clung to the
chimney with one hand and the Scarecrow with the other. “Come back at
once, I command you!”
It was now that the wisdom of the Scarecrow, in bringing the head of
the Thing to life instead of the legs, was proved beyond a doubt. For
the Gump, already high in the air, turned its head at Tip’s command and
gradually circled around until it could view the roof of the palace.
“Come back!” shouted the boy, again.
And the Gump obeyed, slowly and gracefully waving its four wings in the
air until the Thing had settled once more upon the roof and become
still.
In the Jackdaw’s Nest
“This,” said the Gump, in a squeaky voice not at all proportioned to
the size of its great body, “is the most novel experience I ever heard
of. The last thing I remember distinctly is walking through the forest
and hearing a loud noise. Something probably killed me then, and it
certainly ought to have been the end of me. Yet here I am, alive again,
with four monstrous wings and a body which I venture to say would make
any respectable animal or fowl weep with shame to own. What does it all
mean? Am I a Gump, or am I a juggernaut?” The creature, as it spoke,
wiggled its chin whiskers in a very comical manner.
“You’re just a Thing,” answered Tip, “with a Gump’s head on it. And we
have made you and brought you to life so that you may carry us through
the air wherever we wish to go.”
“Very good!” said the Thing. “As I am not a Gump, I cannot have a
Gump’s pride or independent spirit. So I may as well become your
servant as anything else. My only satisfaction is that I do not seem to
have a very strong constitution, and am not likely to live long in a
state of slavery.”
“Don’t say that, I beg of you!” cried the Tin Woodman, whose excellent
heart was strongly affected by this sad speech. “Are you not feeling
well today?”
“Oh, as for that,” returned the Gump, “it is my first day of existence;
so I cannot Judge whether I am feeling well or ill.” And it waved its
broom tail to and fro in a pensive manner.
“Come, come!” said the Scarecrow, kindly. “do try, to be more cheerful
and take life as you find it. We shall be kind masters, and will strive
to render your existence as pleasant as possible. Are you willing to
carry us through the air wherever we wish to go?”
“Certainly,” answered the Gump. “I greatly prefer to navigate the air.
For should I travel on the earth and meet with one of my own species,
my embarrassment would be something awful!”
“I can appreciate that,” said the Tin Woodman, sympathetically.
“And yet,” continued the Thing, “when I carefully look you over, my
masters, none of you seems to be constructed much more artistically
than I am.”
“Appearances are deceitful,” said the Woggle-Bug, earnestly. “I am both
Highly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated.”
“Indeed!” murmured the Gump, indifferently.
“And my brains are considered remarkably rare specimens,” added the
Scarecrow, proudly.
“How strange!” remarked the Gump.
“Although I am of tin,” said the Woodman, “I own a heart altogether the
warmest and most admirable in the whole world.”
“I’m delighted to hear it,” replied the Gump, with a slight cough.
“My smile,” said Jack Pumpkinhead, “is worthy your best attention. It
is always the same.”
“_Semper idem_,” explained the Woggle-Bug, pompously; and the Gump
turned to stare at him.
“And I,” declared the Saw-Horse, filling in an awkward pause, “am only
remarkable because I can’t help it.”
“I am proud, indeed, to meet with such exceptional masters,” said the
Gump, in a careless tone. “If I could but secure so complete an
introduction to myself, I would be more than satisfied.”
“That will come in time,” remarked the Scarecrow. “To ‘Know Thyself’ is
considered quite an accomplishment, which it has taken us, who are your
elders, months to perfect. But now,” he added, turning to the others,
“let us get aboard and start upon our journey.”
“Where shall we go?” asked Tip, as he clambered to a seat on the sofas
and assisted the Pumpkinhead to follow him.
“In the South Country rules a very delightful Queen called Glinda the
Good, who I am sure will gladly receive us,” said the Scarecrow,
getting into the Thing clumsily. “Let us go to her and ask her advice.”
“That is cleverly thought of,” declared Nick Chopper, giving the
Woggle-Bug a boost and then toppling the Saw-Horse into the rear end of
the cushioned seats. “I know Glinda the Good, and believe she will
prove a friend indeed.”
“Are we all ready?” asked the boy.
“Yes,” announced the Tin Woodman, seating himself beside the Scarecrow.
“Then,” said Tip, addressing the Gump, “be kind enough to fly with us
to the Southward; and do not go higher than to escape the houses and
trees, for it makes me dizzy to be up so far.”
“All right,” answered the Gump, briefly.