“But what can we do, when we get to Ugu?” inquired the Cookie Cook anxiously.
“Do not expect a prompt answer to that important question,” replied the Wizard, “for we must first plan our line of conduct. Ugu knows, of course, that we are after him, for he has seen our approach in the Magic Picture, and he has read of all we have done up to the present moment in the Great Book of Records. Therefore we cannot expect to take him by surprise.”
“Don’t you suppose Ugu would listen to reason?” asked Betsy. “If we explained to him how wicked he has been, don’t you think he’d let poor Ozma go?”
“And give me back my dishpan?” added the Cookie Cook eagerly.
“Yes, yes; won’t he say he’s sorry and get on his knees and beg our pardon?” cried Scraps, turning a flip-flop to show her scorn of the suggestion. “When Ugu the Shoemaker does that, please knock at the front door and let me know.”
The Wizard sighed and rubbed his bald head with a puzzled air.
“I’m quite sure Ugu will not be polite to us,” said he, “so we must conquer this cruel magician by force, much as we dislike to be rude to anyone. But none of you has yet suggested a way to do that. Couldn’t the Little Pink Bear tell us how?” he asked, turning to the Bear King.
“No, for that is something that is going to happen,” replied the Lavender Bear. “He can only tell us what already has happened.”
Again they were grave and thoughtful. But after a time Betsy said in a hesitating voice:
“Hank is a great fighter; perhaps he could conquer the magician.”
The Mule turned his head to look reproachfully at his old friend, the young girl.
“Who can fight against magic?” he asked.
“The Cowardly Lion could,” said Dorothy.
The Lion, who was lying with his front legs spread out, his chin on his paws, raised his shaggy head.
“I can fight when I’m not afraid,” said he calmly; “but the mere mention of a fight sets me to trembling.”
“Ugu’s magic couldn’t hurt the Sawhorse,” suggested tiny Trot.
“And the Sawhorse couldn’t hurt the Magician,” declared that wooden animal.
“For my part,” said Toto, “I am helpless, having lost my growl.”
“Then,” said Cayke the Cookie Cook, “we must depend upon the Frogman. His marvelous wisdom will surely inform him how to conquer the wicked Magician and restore to me my dishpan.”
All eyes were now turned questioningly upon the Frogman. Finding himself the center of observation, he swung his gold-headed cane, adjusted his big spectacles and after swelling out his chest, sighed and said in a modest tone of voice:
“Respect for truth obliges me to confess that Cayke is mistaken in regard to my superior wisdom. I am not very wise. Neither have I had any practical experience in conquering magicians. But let us consider this case. What is Ugu, and what is a magician? Ugu is a renegade shoemaker and a magician is an ordinary man who, having learned how to do magical tricks, considers himself above his fellows. In this case, the Shoemaker has been naughty enough to steal a lot of magical tools and things that did not belong to him, and it is more wicked to steal than to be a magician. Yet, with all the arts at his command, Ugu is still a man, and surely there are ways in which a man may be conquered. How, do you say, how? Allow me to state that I don’t know. In my judgment we cannot decide how best to act until we get to Ugu’s castle. So let us go to it and take a look at it. After that we may discover an idea that will guide us to victory.”
“That may not be a wise speech, but it sounds good,” said Dorothy approvingly. “Ugu the Shoemaker is not only a common man, but he’s a wicked man and a cruel man and deserves to be conquered. We mustn’t have any mercy on him till Ozma is set free. So let’s go to his castle, as the Frogman says, and see what the place looks like.”
No one offered an objection to this plan and so it was adopted. They broke camp and were about to start on the journey to Ugu’s castle when they discovered that Button-Bright was lost again. The girls and the Wizard shouted his name and the Lion roared and the Donkey brayed and the Frogman croaked and the Big Lavender Bear growled (to the envy of Toto, who couldn’t growl but barked his loudest) yet none of them could make Button-Bright hear. So, after vainly searching for the boy a full hour, they formed a procession and proceeded in the direction of the wicker castle of Ugu the Shoemaker.
“Button-Bright’s always getting lost,” said Dorothy. “And, if he wasn’t always getting found again, I’d prob’ly worry. He may have gone ahead of us, and he may have gone back; but, wherever he is, we’ll find him sometime and somewhere, I’m almost sure.”
CHAPTER 19
A curious thing
about Ugu the
Shoemaker was
that he didn’t suspect,
in the least, that he was wicked. He wanted to be powerful and great and he hoped to make himself master of all the Land of Oz, that he might compel everyone in that fairy country to obey him. His ambition blinded him to the rights of others and he imagined anyone else would act just as he did if anyone else happened to be as clever as himself.
When he inhabited his little shoemaking shop in the City of Herku he had been discontented, for a shoemaker is not looked upon with high respect and Ugu knew that his ancestors had been famous magicians for many centuries past and therefore his family was above the ordinary. Even his father practiced magic, when Ugu was a boy; but his father had wandered away from Herku and had never come back again. So, when Ugu grew up, he was forced to make shoes for a living, knowing nothing of the magic of his forefathers. But one day, in searching through the attic of his house, he discovered all the books of magical recipes and many magical instruments which had formerly been in use in his family. From that day he stopped making shoes and began to study magic. Finally he aspired to become the greatest magician in Oz, and for days and weeks and months he thought on a plan to render all the other sorcerers and wizards, as well as those with fairy powers, helpless to oppose him.
From the books of his ancestors he learned the following facts:
(1) That Ozma of Oz was the fairy ruler of the Emerald City and the Land of Oz, and that she could not be destroyed by any magic ever devised. Also, by means of her Magic Picture she would be able to discover anyone who approached her royal palace with the idea of conquering it.
(2) That Glinda the Good was the most powerful Sorceress in Oz, among her other magical possessions being the Great Book of Records, which told her all that happened anywhere in the world. This Book of Records was very dangerous to Ugu’s plans and Glinda was in the service of Ozma and would use her arts of sorcery to protect the girl Ruler.
(3) That the Wizard of Oz, who lived in Ozma’s palace, had been taught much powerful magic by Glinda and had a bag of magic tools with which he might be able to conquer the Shoemaker.
(4) That there existed in Oz — in the Yip Country — a jeweled dishpan made of gold, which dishpan possessed marvelous powers of magic. At a magic word, which Ugu learned from the book, the dishpan would grow large enough for a man to sit inside it. Then, when he grasped both the golden handles, the dishpan would transport him in an instant to any place he wished to go within the borders of the Land of Oz.
No one now living, except Ugu, knew of the powers of this Magic Dishpan; so, after long study, the shoemaker decided that if he could manage to secure the dishpan he could, by its means, rob Ozma and Glinda and the Wizard of Oz of all their magic, thus becoming himself the most powerful person in all the land.
His first act was to go away from the City of Herku and build for himself the Wicker Castle in the hills. Here he carried his books and instruments of magic and here for a full year he diligently practiced all the magical arts learned from his ancestors. At the end of that time he could do a good many wonderful things.
Then, when all his preparations were made, he set out for the Yip Country and climbing the steep mountain at night he entered the house of C
ayke the Cookie Cook and stole her diamond-studded gold dishpan while all the Yips were asleep. Taking his prize outside, he set the pan upon the ground and uttered the required magic word. Instantly the dishpan grew as large as a big washtub and Ugu seated himself in it and grasped the two handles. Then he wished himself in the great drawing-room of Glinda the Good.
He was there in a flash. First he took the Great Book of Records and put it in the dishpan. Then he went to Glinda’s laboratory and took all her rare chemical compounds and her instruments of sorcery, placing these also in the dishpan, which he caused to grow large enough to hold them. Next he seated himself amongst the treasures he had stolen and wished himself in the room in Ozma’s palace which the Wizard occupied and where he kept his bag of magic tools. This bag Ugu added to his plunder and then wished himself in the apartments of Ozma.
Here he first took the Magic Picture from the wall and then seized all the other magical things which Ozma possessed. Having placed these in the dishpan he was about to climb in himself when he looked up and saw Ozma standing beside him. Her fairy instinct had warned her that danger was threatening her, so the beautiful girl Ruler rose from her couch and leaving her bedchamber at once confronted the thief.
Ugu had to think quickly, for he realized that if he permitted Ozma to rouse the inmates of her palace all his plans and his present successes were likely to come to naught. So he threw a scarf over the girl’s head, so she could not scream, and pushed her into the dishpan and tied her fast, so she could not move. Then he climbed in beside her and wished himself in his own wicker castle. The Magic Dishpan was there in an instant, with all its contents, and Ugu rubbed his hands together in triumphant joy as he realized that he now possessed all the important magic in the Land of Oz and could force all the inhabitants of that fairyland to do as he willed.
So quickly had his journey been accomplished that before daylight the robber magician had locked Ozma in a room, making her a prisoner, and had unpacked and arranged all his stolen goods. The next day he placed the Book of Records on his table and hung the Magic Picture on his wall and put away in his cupboards and drawers all the elixirs and magic compounds he had stolen. The magical instruments he polished and arranged, and this was fascinating work and made him very happy. The only thing that bothered him was Ozma. By turns the imprisoned Ruler wept and scolded the Shoemaker, haughtily threatening him with dire punishment for the wicked deeds he had done. Ugu became somewhat afraid of his fairy prisoner, in spite of the fact that he believed he had robbed her of all her powers; so he performed an enchantment that quickly disposed of her and placed her out of his sight and hearing. After that, being occupied with other things, he soon forgot her.
But now, when he looked into the Magic Picture and read the Great Book of Records, the Shoemaker learned that his wickedness was not to go unchallenged. Two important expeditions had set out to find him and force him to give up his stolen property. One was the party headed by the Wizard and Dorothy, while the other consisted of Cayke and the Frogman. Others were also searching, but not in the right places. These two groups, however, were headed straight for the wicker castle and so Ugu began to plan how best to meet them and to defeat their efforts to conquer him.
CHAPTER 20
All that first day
after the union of
the two parties our
friends marched
steadily toward the wicker castle of Ugu the Shoemaker. When night came they camped in a little grove and passed a pleasant evening together, although some of them were worried because Button-Bright was still lost.
“Perhaps,” said Toto, as the animals lay grouped together for the night, “this Shoemaker who stole my growl, and who stole Ozma, has also stolen Button-Bright.”
“How do you know that the Shoemaker stole your growl?” demanded the Woozy.
“He has stolen about everything else of value in Oz, hasn’t he?” replied the dog.
“He has stolen everything he wants, perhaps,” agreed the Lion; “but what could anyone want with your growl?”
“Well,” said the dog, wagging his tail slowly, “my recollection is that it was a wonderful growl, soft and low and — and — ”
“And ragged at the edges,” said the Sawhorse.
“So,” continued Toto, “if that magician hadn’t any growl of his own, he might have wanted mine and stolen it.”
“And, if he has, he will soon wish he hadn’t,” remarked the Mule. “Also, if he has stolen Button-Bright he will be sorry.”
“Don’t you like Button-Bright, then?” asked the Lion in surprise.
“It isn’t a question of liking him,” replied the Mule. “It’s a question of watching him and looking after him. Any boy who causes his friends so much worry isn’t worth having around. I never get lost.”
“If you did,” said Toto, “no one would worry a bit. I think Button-Bright is a very lucky boy, because he always gets found.”
“See here,” said the Lion, “this chatter is keeping us all awake and to-morrow is likely to be a busy day. Go to sleep and forget your quarrels.”
“Friend Lion,” retorted the dog, “if I hadn’t lost my growl you would hear it now. I have as much right to talk as you have to sleep.”
The Lion sighed.
“If only you had lost your voice, when you lost your growl,” said he, “you would be a more agreeable companion.”
But they quieted down, after that, and soon the entire camp was wrapped in slumber.
Next morning they made an early start but had hardly proceeded on their way an hour when, on climbing a slight elevation, they beheld in the distance a low mountain, on top of which stood Ugu’s wicker castle. It was a good-sized building and rather pretty because the sides, roofs and domes were all of wicker closely woven, as it is in fine baskets.
“I wonder if it is strong?” said Dorothy musingly, as she eyed the queer castle.
“I suppose it is, since a magician built it,” answered the Wizard. “With magic to protect it, even a paper castle might be as strong as if made of stone. This Ugu must be a man of ideas, because he does things in a different way from other people.”
“Yes; no one else would steal our dear Ozma,” sighed tiny Trot.
“I wonder if Ozma is there?” said Betsy, indicating the castle with a nod of her head.
“Where else could she be?” asked Scraps.
“S’pose we ask the Pink Bear,” suggested Dorothy.
That seemed a good idea, so they halted the procession and the Bear King held the little Pink Bear on his lap and turned the crank in its side and asked:
“Where is Ozma of Oz?”
And the little Pink Bear answered:
“She is in a hole in the ground, a half mile away, at your left.”
“Good gracious!” cried Dorothy. “Then she is not in Ugu’s castle at all.”
“It is lucky we asked that question,” said the Wizard; “for, if we can find Ozma and rescue her, there will be no need for us to fight that wicked and dangerous magician.”
“Indeed!” said Cayke. “Then what about my dishpan?”
The Wizard looked puzzled at her tone of remonstrance, so she added:
“Didn’t you people from the Emerald City promise that we would all stick together, and that you would help me to get my dishpan if I would help you to get your Ozma? And didn’t I bring to you the little Pink Bear, which has told you where Ozma is hidden?”
“She’s right,” said Dorothy to the Wizard. “We must do as we agreed.”
“Well, first of all, let us go and rescue Ozma,” proposed the Wizard. “Then our beloved Ruler may be able to advise us how to conquer Ugu the Shoemaker.”
So they turned to the left and marched for half a mile until they came to a small but deep hole in the ground. At once all rushed to the brim to peer into the hole, but instead of finding there Princess Ozma of Oz, all that they saw was Button-Bright, who was lying asleep on the bottom.
Their cries so
on wakened the boy, who sat up and rubbed his eyes. When he recognized his friends he smiled sweetly, saying: “Found again!”
“Where is Ozma?” inquired Dorothy anxiously.
“I don’t know,” answered Button-Bright from the depths of the hole. “I got lost, yesterday, as you may remember, and in the night, while I was wandering around in the moonlight, trying to find my way back to you, I suddenly fell into this hole.”
“And wasn’t Ozma in it then?”
“There was no one in it but me, and I was sorry it wasn’t entirely empty. The sides are so steep I can’t climb out, so there was nothing to be done but sleep until someone found me. Thank you for coming. If you’ll please let down a rope I’ll empty this hole in a hurry.”
“How strange!” said Dorothy, greatly disappointed. “It’s evident the Pink Bear didn’t tell us the truth.”
“He never makes a mistake,” declared the Lavender Bear King, in a tone that showed his feelings were hurt. And then he turned the crank of the little Pink Bear again and asked: “Is this the hole that Ozma of Oz is in?”
“Yes,” answered the Pink Bear.
“That settles it,” said the King, positively. “Your Ozma is in this hole in the ground.”
“Don’t be silly,” returned Dorothy impatiently. “Even your beady eyes can see there is no one in the hole but Button-Bright.”
“Perhaps Button-Bright is Ozma,” suggested the King.
“And perhaps he isn’t! Ozma is a girl, and Button-Bright is a boy.”
“Your Pink Bear must be out of order,” said the Wizard; “for, this time at least, his machinery has caused him to make an untrue statement.”
The Bear King was so angry at this remark that he turned away, holding the Pink Bear in his paws, and refused to discuss the matter in any further way.
“At any rate,” said the Frogman, “the Pink Bear has led us to your boy friend and so enabled you to rescue him.”
Scraps was leaning so far over the hole, trying to find Ozma in it, that suddenly she lost her balance and pitched in headforemost. She fell upon Button-Bright and tumbled him over, but he was not hurt by her soft stuffed body and only laughed at the mishap. The Wizard buckled some straps together and let one end of them down into the hole, and soon both Scraps and the boy had climbed up and were standing safely beside the others.
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