Complete Works of L. Frank Baum

by L. Frank Baum

  Button-Bright, holding Dorothy’s hand in one chubby fist and Polly’s hand in the other, was so affected by this shout that he began to cry again, repeating the protest:

  “Don’t want to be soup, I don’t!”

  “Never mind,” said the shaggy man, consolingly; “I ought to make enough soup to feed them all, I’m so big; so I’ll ask them to put me in the kettle first.”

  “All right,” said Button-Bright, more cheerfully.

  But the Scoodlers were not ready to make soup yet. They led the captives into a house at the farthest side of the cave — a house somewhat wider than the others.

  “Who lives here?” asked the Rainbow’s Daughter. The Scoodlers nearest her replied:

  “The Queen.”

  It made Dorothy hopeful to learn that a woman ruled over these fierce creatures, but a moment later they were ushered by two or three of the escort into a gloomy, bare room — and her hope died away.

  For the Queen of the Scoodlers proved to be much more dreadful in appearance than any of her people. One side of her was fiery red, with jet-black hair and green eyes and the other side of her was bright yellow, with crimson hair and black eyes. She wore a short skirt of red and yellow and her hair, instead of being banged, was a tangle of short curls upon which rested a circular crown of silver — much dented and twisted because the Queen had thrown her head at so many things so many times. Her form was lean and bony and both her faces were deeply wrinkled.

  “What have we here?” asked the Queen, sharply, as our friends were made to stand before her.

  “Soup!” cried the guard of Scoodlers, speaking together.

  “We’re not!” said Dorothy, indignantly; “we’re nothing of the sort.”

  “Ah, but you will be soon,” retorted the Queen, a grim smile making her look more dreadful than before.

  “Pardon me, most beautiful vision,” said the shaggy man, bowing before the queen politely. “I must request your Serene Highness to let us go our way without being made into soup. For I own the Love Magnet, and whoever meets me must love me and all my friends.”

  “True,” replied the Queen. “We love you very much; so much that we intend to eat your broth with real pleasure. But tell me, do you think I am so beautiful?”

  “You won’t be at all beautiful if you eat me,” he said, shaking his head sadly. “Handsome is as handsome does, you know.”

  The Queen turned to Button-Bright.

  “Do you think I’m beautiful?” she asked.

  “No,” said the boy; “you’re ugly.”

  “I think you’re a fright,” said Dorothy.

  “If you could see yourself you’d be terribly scared,” added Polly.

  The Queen scowled at them and flopped from her red side to her yellow side.

  “Take them away,” she commanded the guard, “and at six o’clock run them through the meat chopper and start the soup kettle boiling. And put plenty of salt in the broth this time, or I’ll punish the cooks severely.”

  “Any onions, your Majesty?” asked one of the guard.

  “Plenty of onions and garlic and a dash of red pepper. Now, go!”

  The Scoodlers led the captives away and shut them up in one of the houses, leaving only a single Scoodler to keep guard.

  The place was a sort of store-house; containing bags of potatoes and baskets of carrots, onions, and turnips.

  “These,” said their guard, pointing to the vegetables, “we use to flavor our soups with.”

  The prisoners were rather disheartened by this time, for they saw no way to escape and did not know how soon it would be six o’clock and time for the meat-chopper to begin work. But the shaggy man was brave and did not intend to submit to such a horrid fate without a struggle.

  “I’m going to fight for our lives,” he whispered to the children, “for if I fail we will be no worse off than before, and to sit here quietly until we are made into soup would be foolish and cowardly.”

  The Scoodler on guard stood near the doorway, turning first his white side toward them and then his black side, as if he wanted to show to all of his greedy four eyes the sight of so many fat prisoners. The captives sat in a sorrowful group at the other end of the room — except Polychrome, who danced back and forth in the little place to keep herself warm, for she felt the chill of the cave. Whenever she approached the shaggy man he would whisper something in her ear, and Polly would nod her pretty head as if she understood.

  The shaggy man told Dorothy and Button-Bright to stand before him while he emptied the potatoes out of one of the sacks. When this had been secretly done little Polychrome, dancing near to the guard, suddenly reached out her hand and slapped his face, the next instant whirling away from him quickly to rejoin her friends.

  The angry Scoodler at once picked off his head and hurled it at the Rainbow’s Daughter; but the shaggy man was expecting that, and caught the head very neatly, putting it in the sack, which he tied at the mouth. The body of the guard, not having the eyes of its head to guide it, ran here and there in an aimless manner, and the shaggy man easily dodged it and opened the door. Fortunately there was no one in the big cave at that moment, so he told Dorothy and Polly to run as fast as they could for the entrance, and out across the narrow bridge.

  THE SHAGGY MAN CAUGHT THE HEADS AND TOSSED THEM INTO THE GULF BELOW

  “I’ll carry Button-Bright,” he said, for he knew the little boy’s legs were too short to run fast.

  Dorothy picked up Toto, and then seized Polly’s hand and ran swiftly toward the entrance to the cave. The shaggy man perched Button-Bright on his shoulders and ran after them. They moved so quickly and their escape was so wholly unexpected that they had almost reached the bridge when one of the Scoodlers looked out of his house and saw them.

  The creature raised a shrill cry that brought all its fellows bounding out of the numerous doors, and at once they started in chase. Dorothy and Polly had reached the bridge and crossed it when the Scoodlers began throwing their heads. One of the queer missiles struck the shaggy man on his back and nearly knocked him over; but he was at the mouth of the cave now, so he set down Button-Bright and told the boy to run across the bridge to Dorothy.

  Then the shaggy man turned around and faced his enemies, standing just outside the opening, and as fast as they threw their heads at him he caught them and tossed them into the black gulf below. The headless bodies of the foremost Scoodlers kept the others from running close up, but they also threw their heads in an effort to stop the escaping prisoners. The shaggy man caught them all and sent them whirling down into the black gulf. Among them he noticed the crimson and yellow head of the Queen, and this he tossed after the others with right good will.

  Presently every Scoodler of the lot had thrown its head, and every head was down in the deep gulf, and now the helpless bodies of the creatures were mixed together in the cave and wriggling around in a vain attempt to discover what had become of their heads. The shaggy man laughed and walked across the bridge to rejoin his companions.

  “It’s lucky I learned to play base-ball when I was young,” he remarked, “for I caught all those heads easily, and never missed one. But come along, little ones; the Scoodlers will never bother us or anyone else any more.”

  Button-Bright was still frightened and kept insisting, “I don’t want to be soup!” for the victory had been gained so suddenly that the boy could not realize they were free and safe. But the shaggy man assured him that all danger of their being made into soup was now past, as the Scoodlers would be unable to eat soup for some time to come.

  So now, anxious to get away from the horrid gloomy cave as soon as possible, they hastened up the hillside and regained the road just beyond the place where they had first met the Scoodlers; and you may be sure they were glad to find their feet on the old familiar path again.

  11. Johnny Dooit Does It

  “IT’S getting awful rough walking,” said Dorothy, as they trudged along. Button-Bright gave a deep sigh and said he was
hungry. Indeed, all were hungry, and thirsty, too; for they had eaten nothing but the apples since breakfast; so their steps lagged and they grew silent and weary. At last they slowly passed over the crest of a barren hill and saw before them a line of green trees with a strip of grass at their feet. An agreeable fragrance was wafted toward them.

  Our travelers, hot and tired, ran forward on beholding this refreshing sight and were not long in coming to the trees. Here they found a spring of pure bubbling water, around which the grass was full of wild strawberry plants, their pretty red berries ripe and ready to eat. Some of the trees bore yellow oranges and some russet pears, so the hungry adventurers suddenly found themselves provided with plenty to eat and to drink.

  They lost no time in picking the biggest strawberries and ripest oranges and soon had feasted to their hearts’ content. Walking beyond the line of trees they saw before them a fearful, dismal desert, everywhere grey sand. At the edge of this awful waste was a large white sign with black letters neatly painted upon it; and the letters made these words:

  ALL PERSONS ARE WARNED NOT TO

  VENTURE UPON THIS DESERT

  For the Deadly Sands will Turn Any Living Flesh to Dust in an Instant.

  Beyond This Barrier is the

  LAND OF OZ

  But no one can Reach that Beautiful Country because of these Destroying Sands

  “Oh,” said Dorothy, when the shaggy man had read this sign aloud; “I’ve seen this desert before, and it’s true no one can live who tries to walk upon the sands.”

  “Then we mustn’t try it,” answered the shaggy man, thoughtfully. “But as we can’t go ahead and there’s no use going back, what shall we do next?”

  “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.

  “I’m sure I don’t know, either,” added Dorothy, despondently.

  “I wish father would come for me,” sighed the pretty Rainbow’s Daughter, “I would take you all to live upon the rainbow, where you could dance along its rays from morning till night, without a care or worry of any sort. But I suppose father’s too busy just now to search the world for me.”

  “Don’t want to dance,” said Button-Bright, sitting down wearily upon the soft grass.

  “It’s very good of you, Polly,” said Dorothy; “but there are other things that would suit me better than dancing on rainbows. I’m ‘fraid they’d be kind of soft an’ squnshy under foot, anyhow, although they’re so pretty to look at.”

  This didn’t help to solve the problem, and they all fell silent and looked at one another questioningly.

  “Really, I don’t know what to do,” muttered the shaggy man, gazing hard at Toto; and the little dog wagged his tail and said “Bow-wow!” just as if he could not tell, either, what to do. Button-Bright got a stick and began to dig in the earth, and the others watched him for a while in deep thought. Finally the shaggy man said:

  “It’s nearly evening, now; so we may well sleep in this pretty place and get rested; perhaps by morning we can decide what is best to be done.”

  There was little chance to make beds for the children, but the leaves of the trees grew thickly and would serve to keep off the night dews, so the shaggy man piled soft grasses in the thickest shade and when it was dark they lay down and slept peacefully until morning.

  Long after the others were asleep, however, the shaggy man sat in the starlight by the spring, gazing thoughtfully into its bubbling waters. Suddenly he smiled and nodded to himself as if he had found a good thought, after which he, too, laid himself down under a tree and was soon lost in slumber.

  In the bright morning sunshine, as they ate of the strawberries and sweet juicy pears, Dorothy said:

  “Polly, can you do any magic?”

  “No, dear,” answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head.

  “You ought to know some magic, being the Rainbow’s Daughter,” continued Dorothy, earnestly.

  “But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use for magic,” replied Polychrome.

  “What I’d like,” said Dorothy, “is to find some way to cross the desert to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I’ve crossed it already, you know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house over, and some Silver Shoes brought me back again — in half a second. Then Ozma took me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King’s Magic Belt took me home that time. You see it was magic that did it every time ‘cept the first, and we can’t ‘spect a cyclone to happen along and take us to the Emerald City now.”

  “No, indeed,” returned Polly, with a shudder; “I hate cyclones, anyway.”

  “That’s why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic,” said the little Kansas girl. “I’m sure I can’t; and I’m sure Button-Bright can’t; and the only magic the shaggy man has is the Love Magnet, which won’t help us much.”

  “Don’t be too sure of that, my dear,” spoke the shaggy man, a smile on his donkey face. “I may not be able to do magic myself, but I can call to us a powerful friend who loves me because I own the Love Magnet, and this friend surely will be able to help us.”

  “Who is your friend?” asked Dorothy.

  “Johnny Dooit.”

  “What can Johnny do?”

  “Anything,” answered the shaggy man, with confidence.

  “Ask him to come,” she exclaimed, eagerly.

  The shaggy man took the Love Magnet from his pocket and unwrapped the paper that surrounded it. Holding the charm in the palm of his hand he looked at it steadily and said these words:

  “Dear Johnny Dooit, come to me.

  I need you bad as bad can be.”

  “Well, here I am,” said a cheery little voice; “but you shouldn’t say you need me bad, ‘cause I’m always, always good.”

  At this they quickly whirled around to find a funny little man sitting on a big copper chest, puffing smoke from a long pipe. His hair was grey, his whiskers were grey; and these whiskers were so long that he had wound the ends of them around his waist and tied them in a hard knot underneath the leather apron that reached from his chin nearly to his feet, and which was soiled and scratched as if it had been used a long time. His nose was broad, and stuck up a little; but his eyes were twinkling and merry. The little man’s hands and arms were as hard and tough as the leather in his apron, and Dorothy thought Johnny Dooit looked as if he had done a lot of hard work in his lifetime.

  “Good morning, Johnny,” said the shaggy man. “Thank you for coming to me so quickly.”

  “I never waste time,” said the newcomer, promptly. “But what’s happened to you? Where did you get that donkey head? Really, I wouldn’t have known you at all, Shaggy Man, if I hadn’t looked at your feet.”

  The shaggy man introduced Johnny Dooit to Dorothy and Toto and Button-Bright and the Rainbow’s Daughter, and told him the story of their adventures, adding that they were anxious now to reach the Emerald City in the Land of Oz, where Dorothy had friends who would take care of them and send them safe home again.

  “But,” said he, “we find that we can’t cross this desert, which turns all living flesh that touches it into dust; so I have asked you to come and help us.”

  Johnny Dooit puffed his pipe and looked carefully at the dreadful desert in front of them — stretching so far away they could not see its end.

  “You must ride,” he said, briskly.

  “What in?” asked the shaggy man.

  “In a sand-boat, which has runners like a sled and sails like a ship. The wind will blow you swiftly across the desert and the sand cannot touch your flesh to turn it into dust.”

  “Good!” cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. “That was the way the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn’t have to touch the horrid sand at all.”

  “But where is the sand-boat?” asked the shaggy man, looking all around him.

  “I’ll make you one,” said Johnny Dooit.

  As he spoke he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his pocket. Then he unlocked the copper chest and lif
ted the lid, and Dorothy saw it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes.

  Johnny Dooit moved quickly now — so quickly that they were astonished at the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools because they did their work so fast and so well.

  The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen to it. She thought the words were something like these:

  The only way to do a thing

  Is do it when you can,

  And do it cheerfully, and sing

  And work and think and plan.

  The only real unhappy one

  Is he who dares to shirk;

  The only really happy one

  Is he who cares to work.

  Whatever Johnny Dooit was singing he was certainly doing things, and they all stood by and watched him in amazement.

  He seized an axe and in a couple of chops felled a tree. Next he took a saw and in a few minutes sawed the tree-trunk into broad long boards. He then nailed the boards together into the shape of a boat, about twelve feet long and four feet wide. He cut from another tree a long, slender pole which, when trimmed of its branches and fastened upright in the center of the boat, served as a mast. From the chest he drew a coil of rope and a big bundle of canvas, and with these — still humming his song — he rigged up a sail, arranging it so it could be raised or lowered upon the mast.

  Dorothy fairly gasped with wonder to see the thing grow so speedily before her eyes, and both Button-Bright and Polly looked on with the same absorbed interest.

  “It ought to be painted,” said Johnny Dooit, tossing his tools back into the chest, “for that would make it look prettier. But ‘though I can paint it for you in three seconds it would take an hour to dry, and that’s a waste of time.”

  “We don’t care how it looks,” said the shaggy man, “if only it will take us across the desert.”

  “It will do that,” declared Johnny Dooit. “All you need worry about is tipping over. Did you ever sail a ship?”