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Chapter 3 How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow

  • When Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she went to th_upboard and cut herself some bread, which she spread with butter. She gav_ome to Toto, and taking a pail from the shelf she carried it down to th_ittle brook and filled it with clear, sparkling water. Toto ran over to th_rees and began to bark at the birds sitting there. Dorothy went to get him, and saw such delicious fruit hanging from the branches that she gathered som_f it, finding it just what she wanted to help out her breakfast.
  • Then she went back to the house, and having helped herself and Toto to a goo_rink of the cool, clear water, she set about making ready for the journey t_he City of Emeralds.
  • Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened to be clean and wa_anging on a peg beside her bed. It was gingham, with checks of white an_lue; and although the blue was somewhat faded with many washings, it wa_till a pretty frock. The girl washed herself carefully, dressed herself i_he clean gingham, and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head. She took a littl_asket and filled it with bread from the cupboard, laying a white cloth ove_he top. Then she looked down at her feet and noticed how old and worn he_hoes were.
  • "They surely will never do for a long journey, Toto," she said. And Tot_ooked up into her face with his little black eyes and wagged his tail to sho_e knew what she meant.
  • At that moment Dorothy saw lying on the table the silver shoes that ha_elonged to the Witch of the East.
  • "I wonder if they will fit me," she said to Toto. "They would be just th_hing to take a long walk in, for they could not wear out."
  • She took off her old leather shoes and tried on the silver ones, which fitte_er as well as if they had been made for her.
  • Finally she picked up her basket.
  • "Come along, Toto," she said. "We will go to the Emerald City and ask th_reat Oz how to get back to Kansas again."
  • She closed the door, locked it, and put the key carefully in the pocket of he_ress. And so, with Toto trotting along soberly behind her, she started on he_ourney.
  • There were several roads near by, but it did not take her long to find the on_aved with yellow bricks. Within a short time she was walking briskly towar_he Emerald City, her silver shoes tinkling merrily on the hard, yellow road- bed. The sun shone bright and the birds sang sweetly, and Dorothy did not fee_early so bad as you might think a little girl would who had been suddenl_hisked away from her own country and set down in the midst of a strange land.
  • She was surprised, as she walked along, to see how pretty the country wa_bout her. There were neat fences at the sides of the road, painted a daint_lue color, and beyond them were fields of grain and vegetables in abundance.
  • Evidently the Munchkins were good farmers and able to raise large crops. Onc_n a while she would pass a house, and the people came out to look at her an_ow low as she went by; for everyone knew she had been the means of destroyin_he Wicked Witch and setting them free from bondage. The houses of th_unchkins were odd-looking dwellings, for each was round, with a big dome fo_ roof. All were painted blue, for in this country of the East blue was th_avorite color.
  • Toward evening, when Dorothy was tired with her long walk and began to wonde_here she should pass the night, she came to a house rather larger than th_est. On the green lawn before it many men and women were dancing. Five littl_iddlers played as loudly as possible, and the people were laughing an_inging, while a big table near by was loaded with delicious fruits and nuts, pies and cakes, and many other good things to eat.
  • The people greeted Dorothy kindly, and invited her to supper and to pass th_ight with them; for this was the home of one of the richest Munchkins in th_and, and his friends were gathered with him to celebrate their freedom fro_he bondage of the Wicked Witch.
  • Dorothy ate a hearty supper and was waited upon by the rich Munchkin himself, whose name was Boq. Then she sat upon a settee and watched the people dance.
  • When Boq saw her silver shoes he said, "You must be a great sorceress."
  • "Why?" asked the girl.
  • "Because you wear silver shoes and have killed the Wicked Witch. Besides, yo_ave white in your frock, and only witches and sorceresses wear white."
  • "My dress is blue and white checked," said Dorothy, smoothing out the wrinkle_n it.
  • "It is kind of you to wear that," said Boq. "Blue is the color of th_unchkins, and white is the witch color. So we know you are a friendly witch."
  • Dorothy did not know what to say to this, for all the people seemed to thin_er a witch, and she knew very well she was only an ordinary little girl wh_ad come by the chance of a cyclone into a strange land.
  • When she had tired watching the dancing, Boq led her into the house, where h_ave her a room with a pretty bed in it. The sheets were made of blue cloth, and Dorothy slept soundly in them till morning, with Toto curled up on th_lue rug beside her.
  • She ate a hearty breakfast, and watched a wee Munchkin baby, who played wit_oto and pulled his tail and crowed and laughed in a way that greatly amuse_orothy. Toto was a fine curiosity to all the people, for they had never see_ dog before.
  • "How far is it to the Emerald City?" the girl asked.
  • "I do not know," answered Boq gravely, "for I have never been there. It i_etter for people to keep away from Oz, unless they have business with him.
  • But it is a long way to the Emerald City, and it will take you many days. Th_ountry here is rich and pleasant, but you must pass through rough an_angerous places before you reach the end of your journey."
  • This worried Dorothy a little, but she knew that only the Great Oz could hel_er get to Kansas again, so she bravely resolved not to turn back.
  • She bade her friends good-bye, and again started along the road of yello_rick. When she had gone several miles she thought she would stop to rest, an_o climbed to the top of the fence beside the road and sat down. There was _reat cornfield beyond the fence, and not far away she saw a Scarecrow, place_igh on a pole to keep the birds from the ripe corn.
  • Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed thoughtfully at the Scarecrow.
  • Its head was a small sack stuffed with straw, with eyes, nose, and mout_ainted on it to represent a face. An old, pointed blue hat, that had belonge_o some Munchkin, was perched on his head, and the rest of the figure was _lue suit of clothes, worn and faded, which had also been stuffed with straw.
  • On the feet were some old boots with blue tops, such as every man wore in thi_ountry, and the figure was raised above the stalks of corn by means of th_ole stuck up its back.
  • While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, painted face of th_carecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at her. Sh_hought she must have been mistaken at first, for none of the scarecrows i_ansas ever wink; but presently the figure nodded its head to her in _riendly way. Then she climbed down from the fence and walked up to it, whil_oto ran around the pole and barked.
  • "Good day," said the Scarecrow, in a rather husky voice.
  • "Did you speak?" asked the girl, in wonder.
  • "Certainly," answered the Scarecrow. "How do you do?"
  • "I'm pretty well, thank you," replied Dorothy politely. "How do you do?"
  • "I'm not feeling well," said the Scarecrow, with a smile, "for it is ver_edious being perched up here night and day to scare away crows."
  • "Can't you get down?" asked Dorothy.
  • "No, for this pole is stuck up my back. If you will please take away the pol_ shall be greatly obliged to you."
  • Dorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure off the pole, for, bein_tuffed with straw, it was quite light.
  • "Thank you very much," said the Scarecrow, when he had been set down on th_round. "I feel like a new man."
  • Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.
  • "Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow when he had stretched himself and yawned.
  • "And where are you going?"
  • "My name is Dorothy," said the girl, "and I am going to the Emerald City, t_sk the Great Oz to send me back to Kansas."
  • "Where is the Emerald City?" he inquired. "And who is Oz?"
  • "Why, don't you know?" she returned, in surprise.
  • "No, indeed. I don't know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no brain_t all," he answered sadly.
  • "Oh," said Dorothy, "I'm awfully sorry for you."
  • "Do you think," he asked, "if I go to the Emerald City with you, that Oz woul_ive me some brains?"
  • "I cannot tell," she returned, "but you may come with me, if you like. If O_ill not give you any brains you will be no worse off than you are now."
  • "That is true," said the Scarecrow. "You see," he continued confidentially, "_on't mind my legs and arms and body being stuffed, because I cannot get hurt.
  • If anyone treads on my toes or sticks a pin into me, it doesn't matter, for _an't feel it. But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my hea_tays stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever t_now anything?"
  • "I understand how you feel," said the little girl, who was truly sorry fo_im. "If you will come with me I'll ask Oz to do all he can for you."
  • "Thank you," he answered gratefully.
  • They walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the fence, and the_tarted along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.
  • Toto did not like this addition to the party at first. He smelled around th_tuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest of rats in the straw, an_e often growled in an unfriendly way at the Scarecrow.
  • "Don't mind Toto," said Dorothy to her new friend. "He never bites."
  • "Oh, I'm not afraid," replied the Scarecrow. "He can't hurt the straw. Do le_e carry that basket for you. I shall not mind it, for I can't get tired. I'l_ell you a secret," he continued, as he walked along. "There is only one thin_n the world I am afraid of."
  • "What is that?" asked Dorothy; "the Munchkin farmer who made you?"
  • "No," answered the Scarecrow; "it's a lighted match."