The Scarecrow of Oz. Baum Lyman Frank

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СКАЧАТЬ Bill had not mentioned food because there was so little left – only three biscuits and a lump of cheese about as big as his two fingers – but he gave the Ork half of a biscuit, sighing as he did so. The creature didn’t care for the cheese, so the sailor divided it between himself and Trot. They lighted a candle and sat down in the tunnel while they ate.

      “My feet hurt me,” grumbled the Ork. “I’m not used to walking and this rocky passage is so uneven and lumpy that it hurts me to walk upon it.”

      “Can’t you fly along?” asked Trot.

      “No; the roof is too low,” said the Ork.

      After the meal they resumed their journey, which Trot began to fear would never end. When Cap’n Bill noticed how tired the little girl was, he paused and lighted a match and looked at his big silver watch.

      “Why, it’s night!” he exclaimed. “We’ve tramped all day, an’ still we’re in this awful passage, which mebbe goes straight through the middle of the world, an’ mebbe is a circle – in which case we can keep walkin’ till doomsday. Not knowin’ what’s before us so well as we know what’s behind us, I propose we make a stop, now, an’ try to sleep till mornin’.”

      “That will suit me,” asserted the Ork, with a groan. “My feet are hurting me dreadfully and for the last few miles I’ve been limping with pain.”

      “My foot hurts, too,” said the sailor, looking for a smooth place on the rocky floor to sit down.

      “Your foot!” cried the Ork. “Why, you’ve only one to hurt you, while I have four. So I suffer four times as much as you possibly can. Here; hold the candle while I look at the bottoms of my claws. I declare,” he said, examining them by the flickering light, “there are bunches of pain all over them!”

      “P’r’aps,” said Trot, who was very glad to sit down beside her companions, “you’ve got corns.”

      “Corns? Nonsense! Orks never have corns,” protested the creature, rubbing its sore feet tenderly.

      “Then mebbe they’re – they’re – What do you call ’em, Cap’n Bill? Something ’bout the Pilgrim’s Progress, you know.”

      “Bunions,” said Cap’n Bill.

      “Oh, yes; mebbe you’ve got bunions.”

      “It is possible,” moaned the Ork. “But whatever they are, another day of such walking on them would drive me crazy.”

      “I’m sure they’ll feel better by mornin’,” said Cap’n Bill, encouragingly. “Go to sleep an’ try to forget your sore feet.”

      The Ork cast a reproachful look at the sailor-man, who didn’t see it. Then the creature asked plaintively: “Do we eat now, or do we starve?”

      “There’s only half a biscuit left for you,” answered Cap’n Bill. “No one knows how long we’ll have to stay in this dark tunnel, where there’s nothing whatever to eat; so I advise you to save that morsel o’ food till later.”

      “Give it me now!” demanded the Ork. “If I’m going to starve, I’ll do it all at once – not by degrees.”

      Cap’n Bill produced the biscuit and the creature ate it in a trice. Trot was rather hungry and whispered to Cap’n Bill that she’d take part of her share; but the old man secretly broke his own half-biscuit in two, saving Trot’s share for a time of greater need.

      He was beginning to be worried over the little girl’s plight and long after she was asleep and the Ork was snoring in a rather disagreeable manner, Cap’n Bill sat with his back to a rock and smoked his pipe and tried to think of some way to escape from this seemingly endless tunnel. But after a time he also slept, for hobbling on a wooden leg all day was tiresome, and there in the dark slumbered the three adventurers for many hours, until the Ork roused itself and kicked the old sailor with one foot.

      “It must be another day,” said he.

      CHAPTER 4

      Daylight at Last

      Cap’n Bill rubbed his eyes, lit a match and consulted his watch.

      "Nine o’clock. Yes, I guess it’s another day, sure enough. Shall we go on?’ he asked.

      “Of course,” replied the Ork. “Unless this tunnel is different from everything else in the world, and has no end, we’ll find a way out of it sooner or later.”

      The sailor gently wakened Trot. She felt much rested by her long sleep and sprang to her feet eagerly.

      “Let’s start, Cap’n,” was all she said.

      They resumed the journey and had only taken a few steps when the Ork cried “Wow!” and made a great fluttering of its wings and whirling of its tail. The others, who were following a short distance behind, stopped abruptly.

      “What’s the matter?” asked Cap’n Bill.

      “Give us a light,” was the reply. “I think we’ve come to the end of the tunnel.” Then, while Cap’n Bill lighted a candle, the creature added: “If that is true, we needn’t have wakened so soon, for we were almost at the end of this place when we went to sleep.”

      The sailor-man and Trot came forward with a light. A wall of rock really faced the tunnel, but now they saw that the opening made a sharp turn to the left. So they followed on, by a narrower passage, and then made another sharp turn – this time to the right.

      “Blow out the light, Cap’n,” said the Ork, in a pleased voice. “We’ve struck daylight.”

      Daylight at last! A shaft of mellow light fell almost at their feet as Trot and the sailor turned the corner of the passage, but it came from above, and raising their eyes they found they were at the bottom of a deep, rocky well, with the top far, far above their heads. And here the passage ended.

      For a while they gazed in silence, at least two of them being filled with dismay at the sight. But the Ork merely whistled softly and said cheerfully:

      “That was the toughest journey I ever had the misfortune to undertake, and I’m glad it’s over. Yet, unless I can manage to fly to the top of this pit, we are entombed here forever.”

      “Do you think there is room enough for you to fly in?” asked the little girl anxiously; and Cap’n Bill added:

      “It’s a straight-up shaft, so I don’t see how you’ll ever manage it.”

      “Were I an ordinary bird – one of those horrid feathered things – I wouldn’t even make the attempt to fly out,” said the Ork. “But my mechanical propeller tail can accomplish wonders, and whenever you’re ready I’ll show you a trick that is worth while.”

      “Oh!” exclaimed Trot; “do you intend to take us up, too?”

      “Why not?”

      “I thought,” said Cap’n Bill, “as you’d go first, an’ then send somebody to help us by lettin’ down a rope.”

      “Ropes are dangerous,” replied the Ork, “and I might not be able to find one to reach all this distance. Besides, it stands to reason that if I can get out myself I can also carry you СКАЧАТЬ