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THE　PATCHWORK　GIRL　OF　OZ







by　L。　FRANK　BAUM







Affectionately　dedicated　to　my　young　friend



Sumner　Hamilton　Britton　of　Chicago











Prologue







Through　the　kindness　of　Dorothy　Gale　of　Kansas；



afterward　Princess　Dorothy　of　Oz；　an　humble　writer



in　the　United　States　of　America　was　once　appointed



Royal　Historian　of　Oz；　with　the　privilege　of



writing　the　chronicle　of　that　wonderful　fairyland。



But　after　making　six　books　about　the　adventures　of



those　interesting　but　queer　people　who　live　in　the



Land　of　Oz；　the　Historian　learned　with　sorrow　that



by　an　edict　of　the　Supreme　Ruler；　Ozma　of　Oz；　her



country　would　thereafter　be　rendered　invisible　to



all　who　lived　outside　its　borders　and　that　all



communication　with　Oz　would；　in　the　future；　be　cut　off。











The　children　who　had　learned　to　look　for　the



books　about　Oz　and　who　loved　the　stories　about　the



gay　and　happy　people　inhabiting　that　favored



country；　were　as　sorry　as　their　Historian　that



there　would　be　no　more　books　of　Oz　stories。　They



wrote　many　letters　asking　if　the　Historian　did　not



know　of　some　adventures　to　write　about　that　had



happened　before　the　Land　of　Oz　was　shut　out　from



all　the　rest　of　the　world。　But　he　did　not　know　of



any。　Finally　one　of　the　children　inquired　why　we



couldn't　hear　from　Princess　Dorothy　by　wireless



telegraph；　which　would　enable　her　to　communicate



to　the　Historian　whatever　happened　in　the　far…off



Land　of　Oz　without　his　seeing　her；　or　even　knowing



just　where　Oz　is。







That　seemed　a　good　idea；　so　the　Historian　rigged



up　a　high　tower　in　his　back　yard；　and　took　lessons



in　wireless　telegraphy　until　he　understood　it；



and　then　began　to　call　〃Princess　Dorothy　of　Oz〃　by



sending　messages　into　the　air。







Now；　it　wasn't　likely　that　Dorothy　would　be



looking　for　wireless　messages　or　would　heed　the



call；　but　one　thing　the　Historian　was　sure　of；　and



that　was　that　the　powerful　Sorceress；　Glinda；



would　know　what　he　was　doing　and　that　he　desired



to　communicate　with　Dorothy。　For　Glinda　has　a　big



book　in　which　is　recorded　every　event　that　takes



place　anywhere　in　the　world；　just　the　moment　that



it　happens；　and　so　of　course　the　book　would　tell



her　about　the　wireless　message。







And　that　was　the　way　Dorothy　heard　that　the



Historian　wanted　to　speak　with　her；　and　there　was



a　Shaggy　Man　in　the　Land　of　Oz　who　knew　how　to



telegraph　a　wireless　reply。　The　result　was　that



the　Historian　begged　so　hard　to　be　told　the　latest



news　of　Oz；　so　that　he　could　write　it　down　for　the



children　to　read；　that　Dorothy　asked　permission　of



Ozma　and　Ozma　graciously　consented。







That　is　why；　after　two　long　years　of　waiting；



another　Oz　story　is　now　presented　to　the　children



of　America。　This　would　not　have　been　possible　had



not　some　clever　man　invented　the　〃wireless〃　and　an



equally　clever　child　suggested　the　idea　of



reaching　the　mysterious　Land　of　Oz　by　its　means。







L。　Frank　Baum。







〃OZCOT〃



at　Hollywood



in　California















LIST　OF　CHAPTERS



1　　…　Ojo　and　Unc　Nunkie



2　　…　The　Crooked　Magician



3　　…　The　Patchwork　Girl



4　　…　The　Glass　Cat



5　　…　A　Terrible　Accident



6　　…　The　Journey



7　　…　The　Troublesome　Phonograph



8　　…　The　Foolish　Owl　and　the　Wise　Donkey



9　　…　They　Meet　the　Woozy



10　…　Shaggy　Man　to　the　Rescue



11　…　A　Good　Friend



12　…　The　Giant　Porcupine



13　…　Scrapes　and　the　Scarecrow



14　…　Ojo　Breaks　the　Law



15　…　Ozma's　Prisoner



16　…　Princess　Dorothy



17　…　Ozma　and　Her　Friends



18　…　Ojo　is　Forgiven



19　…　Trouble　with　the　Tottenhots



20　…　The　Captive　Yoop



21　…　Hip　Hopper　the　Champion



22　…　The　Joking　Horners



23　…　Peace　is　Declared



24　…　Ojo　Finds　the　Dark　Well



25　…　They　Bribe　the　Lazy　Quadling



26　…　The　Trick　River



27　…　The　Tin　Woodman　Objects



28　…　The　Wonderful　Wizard　of　Oz























The　Patchwork　Girl　of　Oz



















Chapter　One







Ojo　and　Unc　Nunkie











〃Where's　the　butter；　Unc　Nunkie？〃　asked　Ojo。







Unc　looked　out　of　the　window　and　stroked　his



long　beard。　Then　he　turned　to　the　Munchkin　boy　and



shook　his　head。







〃Isn't；〃　said　he。







〃Isn't　any　butter？　That's　too　bad；　Unc。　Where's



the　jam　then？〃　inquired　Ojo；　standing　on　a　stool



so　he　could　look　through　all　the　shelves　of　the



cupboard。　But　Unc　Nunkie　shook　his　head　again。







〃Gone；〃　he　said。







〃No　jam；　either？　And　no　cakeno　jellyno



applesnothing　but　bread？〃







〃All；〃　said　Unc；　again　stroking　his　beard　as　he



gazed　from　the　window。







The　little　boy　brought　the　stool　and　sat　be　side



his　uncle；　munching　the　dry　bread　slowly　and



seeming　in　deep　thought。







〃Nothing　grows　in　our　yard　but　the　bread



tree；〃　he　mused；　〃and　there　are　only　two　more



loaves　on　that　tree；　and　they're　not　ripe　yet。　Tell



me；　Unc；　why　are　we　so　poor？〃







The　old　Munchkin　turned　and　looked　at　Ojo。　He



had　kindly　eyes；　but　he　hadn't　smiled　or　laughed



in　so　long　that　the　boy　had　forgotten　that　Unc



Nunkie　could　look　any　other　way　than　solemn。　And



Unc　never　spoke　any　more　words　than　he　was　obliged



to；　so　his　little　nephew；　who　lived　alone　with



him；　had　learned　to　understand　a　great　deal　from



one　word。







〃Why　are　we　so　poor；　Unc？〃　repeated　the







〃Not；〃　said　the　old　Munchkin。







〃I　think　we　are；〃　declared　Ojo。　〃What　have　we



got？〃







〃House；〃　said　Unc　Nunkie。







〃I　know；　but　everyone　in　the　Land　of　Oz



has　a　place　to　live。　What　else；　Unc？〃







〃Bread。〃







〃I'm　eating　the　last　loaf　that's　ripe。　There；



I've　put　aside　your　share；　Unc。　It's　on　the　table；



so　you　can　eat　it　when　you　get　hungry。　But　when



that　is　gone；　what　shall　we　eat；　Unc？〃







The　old　man　shifted　in　his　chair　but　merely



shook　his　head。







〃Of　course；〃　said　Ojo；　who　was　obliged　to　talk



because　his　uncle　would　not；　〃no　one　starves　in



the　Land　of　Oz；　either。　There　is　plenty　for



everyone；　you　know；　only；　if　it　isn't　just　where



you　happen　to　be；　you　must　go　where　it　is。〃







The　aged　Munchkin　wriggled　again　and　stared　at



his　small　nephew　as　if　disturbed　by　his　argument。







〃By　tomorrow　morning；〃　the　boy　went　on；　we　must



go　where　there　is　something　to　eat；　or　we　shall



grow　very　hungry　and　become　very　unhappy。〃







〃Where？〃　asked　Unc。







〃Where　shall　we　go？　I　don't　know；　I'm　sure；〃



replied　Ojo。　〃But　you　must　know；　Unc。　You　must



have　traveled；　in　your　time；　because　you're　so



old。　I　don't　remember　it；　because　ever　since　I



could　remember　anything　we've　lived　right　here　in



this　lonesome；　round　house；　with　a　little　garden



back　of　it　and　the　thick　woods　all　around。　All



I've　ever　seen　of　the　great　Land　of　Oz；　Unc　dear；



is　the　view　of　that　mountain　over　at　the　south；



where　they　say　the　Hammerheads　livewho　won't　let



anybody　go　by　themand　that　mountain　at　the



north；　where　they　say　nobody　lives。〃







〃One；〃　declared　Unc；　correcting　him。







〃Oh；　yes；　one　family　lives　there；　I've　heard。



That's　the　Crooked　Magician；　who　is　named



Dr。　Pipt；　and　his　wife　Margolotte。　One　year　you



told　me　about　them；　I　think　it　took　you　a　whole



year；　Unc；　to　say　as　much　as　I've　just　said　about



the　Crooked　Magician　and　his　wife。　They　live



high　up　on　the　mountain；　and　the　good　Munchkin



Country；　where　the　fruits　and　flowers　grow；　is



just　the　other　side。　It's　funny　you　and　I　should



live　here　all　alone；　in　the　middle　of　the　forest；



Isn't　it？〃







〃Yes；〃　said　Unc。







〃Then　let's　go　away　and　visit　the　Munchkin



Country　and　its　jolly；　good…natured　people。　I'd



love　to　get　a　sight　of　something　besides　woods；



Unc　Nunkie。〃







〃Too　little；〃　said　Unc。







〃Why；　I'm　not　so　little　as　I　used　to　be；〃



answered　the　boy　earnestly。　〃I　think　I　can　walk



as　far　and　as　fast　through　the　woods　as　you



can；　Unc。　And　now　that　nothing　grows　in　our



back　yard　that　is　good　to　eat；　we　must　go　where



there　is　food。〃







Unc　Nunkie　made　no　reply　for　a　time。　Then



he　shut　down　the　window　and　turned　his　chair



to　face　the　room；　for　the　sun　was　sinking　behind



the　tree…tops　and　it　was　growing　cool。







By　and　by　Ojo　lighted　the　fire　and　the　logs



blazed　freely　in　the　broad　fireplace。　The　two　sat



in　the　firelight　a　long　timethe　old；　white…



bearded　Munchkin　and　the　little　boy。　Both　were



thinking。　When　it　grew　quite　dark　out…side；　Ojo



said：







〃Eat　your　bread；　Unc；　and　then　we　will　go　to



bed。〃







But　Unc　Nunkie　did　not　eat　the　bread；　neither



did　he　go　directly　to　bed。　Long　after　his　little



nephew　was　sound　asleep　in　the　corner　of　the　room



the　old　man　sat　by　the　fire；　thinking。



















Chapter　Two







The　Crooked　Magician











Just　at　dawn　next　morning　Unc　Nunkie　laid　his　hand



tenderly　on　Ojo's　head　and　awakened　him。







〃Come；〃　he　said。







Ojo　dressed。　He　wore　blue　silk　stockings；　blue



knee　pants　with　gold　buckles；　a　blue　ruffled



waist　and　a　jacket　of　bright　blue　braided　with



gold。　His　shoes　were　of　blue　leather　and　turned　up



at　the　toes；　which　were　point