The Marvelous Land of Oz | Page 9

West country of the Winkies, where the Tin Woodman rules, everything is yellow."
"Oh!" said Jack. Then, after a pause, he asked: "Did you say a Tin Woodman rules the
Winkies?"
"Yes; he was one of those who helped Dorothy to destroy the Wicked Witch of the West,
and the Winkies were so grateful that they invited him to become their ruler, -- just as the
people of the Emerald City invited the Scarecrow to rule them."
"Dear me!" said Jack. "I'm getting confused with all this history. Who is the Scarecrow?"

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"Another friend of Dorothy's," replied Tip.
"And who is Dorothy?"
"She was a girl that came here from Kansas, a place in the big, outside World. She got
blown to the Land of Oz by a cyclone, and while she was here the Scarecrow and the Tin
Woodman accompanied her on her travels."
"And where is she now?" inquired the Pumpkinhead.
"Glinda the Good, who rules the Quadlings, sent her home again," said the boy.
"Oh. And what became of the Scarecrow?"
"I told you. He rules the Emerald City," answered Tip.
"I thought you said it was ruled by a wonderful Wizard," objected Jack, seeming more
and more confused.
"Well, so I did. Now, pay attention, and I'll explain it," said Tip, speaking slowly and
looking the smiling Pumpkinhead squarely in the eye. "Dorothy went to the Emerald City

to ask the Wizard to send her back to Kansas; and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman
went with her. But the Wizard couldn't send her back, because he wasn't so much of a
Wizard as he might have been. And then they got angry at the Wizard, and threat-

37 ened to expose him; so the Wizard made a big balloon and escaped in it, and no one
has ever seen him since."
"Now, that is very interesting history," said Jack, well pleased; "and I understand it
perfectly all but the explanation."
"I'm glad you do," responded Tip. "After the Wizard was gone, the people of the Emerald
City made His Majesty, the Scarecrow, their King; "and I have heard that he became a
very popular ruler."
"Are we going to see this queer King?" asked Jack, with interest.
"I think we may as well," replied the boy; "unless you have something better to do."
"Oh, no, dear father," said the Pumpkinhead. "I am quite willing to go wherever you
please."
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39 Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic
The boy, small and rather delicate in appearance seemed somewhat embarrassed at being
called "father" by the tall, awkward, pumpkinheaded man, but to deny the relationship
would involve another long and tedious explanation; so he changed the subject by asking,
abruptly:
"Are you tired?"
"Of course not!" replied the other. "But," he continued, after a pause, "it is quite certain I
shall wear out my wooden joints if I keep on walking."
Tip reflected, as they journeyed on, that this was true. He began to regret that he had not
constructed the wooden limbs more carefully and substantially. Yet how could he ever
have guessed

40 that the man he had made merely to scare old Mombi with would be brought to life by
means of a magical powder contained in an old pepper-box?

So he ceased to reproach himself, and began to think how he might yet remedy the
deficiencies of Jack's weak joints.
While thus engaged they came to the edge of a wood, and the boy sat down to rest upon
an old sawhorse that some woodcutter had left there.
"Why don't you sit down?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.
"Won't it strain my joints?" inquired the other.
"Of course not. It'll rest them," declared the boy.
So Jack tried to sit down; but as soon as he bent his joints farther than usual they gave
way altogether, and he came clattering to the ground with such a crash that Tip feared he
was entirely ruined.
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He rushed to the man, lifted him to his feet, straightened his arms and legs, and felt of his
head to see if by chance it had become cracked. But Jack seemed to be in pretty good
shape, after all, and Tip said to him:
"I guess you'd better remain standing, hereafter. It seems the safest way."
"Very well, dear father." just as you say, replied the smiling Jack, who had been in no
wise confused by his tumble.
Tip sat down again. Presently the Pumpkinhead asked:
"What is that thing you are sitting on?"
"Oh, this is a horse," replied the boy, carelessly.
"What is a horse?" demanded Jack.
"A horse? Why, there are two kinds of horses," returned