Hello,
It's Mandy here.
Thanks for joining me tonight and welcome back to The Wizard of Oz by L.
Frank Baum.
Baum's avowed intentions with the Oz books and his other fairy tales was to retell tales such as those which are found in the works of the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen and to remake them in an American vein,
Update them,
Take out any stereotypical characters such as dwarfs or genies and remove the association of violence and moral teachings.
He also intentionally omitted the emphasis on romance.
He thought romantic love was uninteresting to young children and incomprehensible.
Anyway,
Before we go ahead tonight,
Please feel free to make yourself really comfortable.
Settle down into your chair or your bed,
Relax your hands,
Release your shoulders and soften your jaw.
That's wonderful.
And if you're ready,
Then I shall begin.
Chapter 18,
Away to the South.
Dorothy wept bitterly at the passing of her hope to get home to Kansas again,
But when she thought it all over,
She was glad she had not gone up in a balloon and she also felt sorry at losing Oz and so did her companions.
The tin woodman came to her and said,
Truly I should be ungrateful if I failed to mourn for the man who gave me my lovely heart.
I should like to cry a little because Oz is gone,
If you will kindly wipe away my tears so that I shan't rust.
With pleasure,
She answered and brought a towel at once and then the tin woodman wept for several minutes and she watched the tears carefully and wiped them away with the towel.
When he had finished,
He thanked her kindly and oiled himself thoroughly with his jewelled oil can to guard against mishap.
The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City and although he wasn't a wizard,
The people were proud of him for they said there is not another city in all the world that is ruled by a stuffed man and so far as they knew they were quite right.
The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz,
The four travellers met in the throne room and talked matters over.
The Scarecrow sat in the big throne and the others stood respectfully before him.
We are not so unlucky,
Said the new ruler,
For this palace and the Emerald City belong to us and we can do just as we please.
When I remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer's cornfield and that now I'm the ruler of this beautiful city,
I'm quite satisfied with the lot.
I also,
Said the tin woodman,
Am well pleased with my new heart and really that was the only thing I wished in all the world.
For my part I am content in knowing I am as brave as any beast that ever lived,
If not braver,
Said the lion modestly.
If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the Emerald City,
Continued the Scarecrow,
We might all be happy together.
But I don't want to live here,
Cried Dorothy.
I want to go to Kansas and live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.
Well then,
What can be done,
Inquired the woodman.
The Scarecrow decided to think and he thought so hard that the pins and needles began to stick out of his brains.
Finally he said,
Why not call the winged monkeys and ask them to carry you over the desert?
I never thought of that,
Said Dorothy joyfully.
It's just the thing.
I'll go at once for the golden cap.
When she brought it into the throne room she spoke the magic words and soon the band of winged monkeys flew in through the open window and stood beside her.
This is the second time you have called us,
Said the monkey king,
Bowing before the little girl.
What do you wish?
I want you to fly with me to Kansas,
Said Dorothy.
But the monkey king shook his head.
That cannot be done,
He said.
We belong to this country alone and cannot leave it.
There has never been a winged monkey in Kansas yet and I suppose there never will be,
For they don't belong there.
We shall be glad to serve you in any way in our power,
But we cannot cross the desert.
Goodbye.
And with another bow the monkey king spread his wings and flew away through the window,
Followed by all his band.
Dorothy was almost ready to cry with the disappointment.
I have wasted the charm of the golden cap to no purpose,
She said,
For the winged monkeys can't help me.
It is certainly too bad,
Said the tender-hearted woodman.
The scarecrow was thinking again and his head bulged so horribly that Dorothy feared it would burst.
Let us call in the soldier with the green whiskers,
He said,
And ask his advice.
So the soldier was summoned and entered the throne room timidly,
For while Oz was alive he never was allowed to come further than the door.
This little girl,
Said the scarecrow to the soldier,
Wishes to cross the desert.
How can she do so?
I cannot tell,
Answered the soldier,
For nobody has ever crossed the desert unless it is Oz himself.
Is there no one who can help me,
Asked Dorothy earnestly.
Glinda might,
He suggested.
Who is Glinda,
Inquired the scarecrow.
The witch of the south.
She is the most powerful of all the witches and rules over the quadlings.
Besides,
Her castle stands on the edge of the desert,
So she may know a way to cross it.
Glinda is a good witch,
Isn't she,
Asked the child.
The quadlings think she is good,
Said the soldier,
And she is kind to everyone.
I have heard that Glinda is a beautiful woman who knows how to keep young in spite of the many years she has lived.
How can I get to her castle,
Asked Dorothy.
The road is straight to the south,
He answered,
But it's said to be full of dangers to travellers.
There are wild beasts in the woods and a race of men who don't like strangers to cross their country.
For this reason,
None of the quadlings ever come to the emerald city.
The soldier then left them,
And the scarecrow said,
It seems in spite of the dangers that the best thing Dorothy can do is travel to the land of the south,
And asked Glinda to help her.
For of course,
If Dorothy stays here,
She will never get back to Kansas.
You must have been thinking again,
Remarked the tin woodman.
I have,
Said the scarecrow.
I shall go with Dorothy,
Declared the lion,
But I am tired of your city and long for the woods and the country again.
I am really a wild beast,
You know.
That is true,
Agreed the woodman.
My axe may be of service to her,
So I also will go with her to the land of the south.
When shall we start,
Asked the scarecrow.
Are you going,
They asked in surprise.
Certainly.
If it wasn't for Dorothy,
I should never have had brains.
She lifted me from the pole in the cornfield and brought me to the emerald city.
So my good luck is all due to her,
And I shall never leave her until she starts back to Kansas for good and all.
Thank you,
Said Dorothy,
Gratefully.
You are all so kind to me,
But I should like to start as soon as possible.
We shall go tomorrow morning,
Returned the scarecrow.
So now let us all get ready,
For it will be a long journey.
The next morning,
Dorothy kissed the pretty green girl goodbye,
And they all shook hands with the soldier with the green whiskers,
Who had walked with them as far as the gate.
When the guardian of the gate saw them again,
He wondered greatly that they could leave the beautiful city to get into new trouble.
But he at once unlocked their spectacles,
Which he put back in the green box,
And gave them many good wishes to carry with them.
You are now our ruler,
He said to the scarecrow,
So you must come back to us as soon as possible.
I certainly shall if I'm able,
The scarecrow replied,
But I must help Dorothy to get home first.
As Dorothy bade the good-natured guardian a last farewell,
She said,
I have been very kindly treated in your lovely city,
And everyone has been good to me.
I cannot tell you how grateful I am.
Don't try my dear,
He answered,
We should like to keep you with us,
But if it is your wish to return to Kansas,
I hope you will find a way.
He then opened the gate of the outer wall,
And they walked forth and started on their journey.
The sun shone brightly as our friends turned their faces towards the land of the south.
They were all in the best of spirits,
And laughed and chatted together.
Dorothy was once more filled with the hope of getting home,
And the scarecrow and the tin woodman were glad to be of use to her.
As for the lion,
He sniffed the fresh air with delight,
And whisked his tail from side to side in pure joy at being in the country again,
While Toto ran around them and chased the moths and butterflies,
Barking merrily all the time.
City life does not agree with me at all,
Remarked the lion as they walked along at a brisk pace.
I have lost much flesh since I lived there,
And now I am anxious for a chance to show the other beasts how courageous I have grown.
They now turned and took a last look at the emerald city.
All they could see was a mass of towers and steeples behind the green walls,
And high up above everything,
The spires and dome of the palace of Oz.
Oz was not such a bad wizard after all,
Said the tin woodman,
As he felt his heart rattling around in his breast.
He knew how to give me brains,
And very good brains too,
Said the scarecrow.
If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave me,
Said the lion,
He would have been a brave man.
Dorothy said nothing.
Oz had not kept the promise he made her,
But he had done his best,
Though she forgave him.
As he said,
He was a good man,
Even if he was a bad wizard.
The first day's journey was through the green fields and bright flowers that stretched about the emerald city on every side.
They slept that night on the grass,
With nothing but the stars over them,
And they rested very well indeed.
In the morning they travelled on until they came to a thick wood.
There was no way of going around it,
For it seemed to extend to the right and left as far as they could see,
And besides they didn't dare change the direction of their journey,
For fear of getting lost.
So they looked for the place where it would be easiest to get into the forest.
The scarecrow,
Who was in the lead,
Finally discovered a big tree with such wide-spreading branches that there was room for the party to pass underneath.
So he walked forward to the tree,
But just as he came under the first branches,
They bent down and twined around him,
And the next minute he was raised from the ground and flung headlong among his fellow travellers.
This didn't hurt the scarecrow,
But it surprised him,
And he looked rather dizzy when Dorothy picked him up.
Here is another space between the trees,
Called the lion.
Let me try it first,
Said the scarecrow,
For it doesn't hurt me to get thrown about.
He walked up to another tree as he spoke,
But its branches immediately seized him and tossed him back again.
This is strange,
Exclaimed Dorothy.
What shall we do?
The trees seem to have made up their minds to fight us and stop our journey,
Remarked the lion.
I believe I will try it myself,
Said the woodman,
And shouldering his axe,
He marched up to the first tree that had handled the scarecrow so roughly.
When a big branch bent down to seize him,
The woodman chopped at it so fiercely that he cut it in two.
At once the tree began shaking all its branches,
As if in pain,
And the tin woodman passed safely under it.
Come on,
He shouted to the others,
Be quick.
They all ran forwards and passed under the tree without injury,
Except Toto,
Who was caught by a small branch and shaken until he howled.
But the woodman promptly chopped off the branch and set the little dog free.
The other trees of the forest did nothing to keep them back,
So they made up their minds that only the first row of trees could bend down their branches,
And that probably these were the policemen of the forest,
And given this wonderful power in order to keep strangers out of it.
The four travellers walked with ease through the trees until they came to the farther edge of the wood.
Then,
To their surprise,
They found before them a high wall which seemed to be made of white china.
It was smooth like the surface of a dish and higher than their heads.
What shall we do now?
Asked Dorothy.
I will make a ladder,
Said the tin woodman,
For we certainly must climb over this wall.
To be continued.
