WIZARD OF OZ - Complete Series. L. Frank Baum

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      “This forest is perfectly delightful,” declared the Lion, looking around him with joy. “Never have I seen a more beautiful place.”

      “It seems gloomy,” said the Scarecrow.

      “Not a bit of it,” answered the Lion. “I should like to live here all my life. See how soft the dried leaves are under your feet and how rich and green the moss is that clings to these old trees. Surely no wild beast could wish a pleasanter home.”

      “Perhaps there are wild beasts in the forest now,” said Dorothy.

      “I suppose there are,” returned the Lion, “but I do not see any of them about.”

      They walked through the forest until it became too dark to go any farther. Dorothy and Toto and the Lion lay down to sleep, while the Woodman and the Scarecrow kept watch over them as usual.

      When morning came, they started again. Before they had gone far they heard a low rumble, as of the growling of many wild animals. Toto whimpered a little, but none of the others was frightened, and they kept along the well-trodden path until they came to an opening in the wood, in which were gathered hundreds of beasts of every variety. There were tigers and elephants and bears and wolves and foxes and all the others in the natural history, and for a moment Dorothy was afraid. But the Lion explained that the animals were holding a meeting, and he judged by their snarling and growling that they were in great trouble.

      As he spoke several of the beasts caught sight of him, and at once the great assemblage hushed as if by magic. The biggest of the tigers came up to the Lion and bowed, saying:

      “Welcome, O King of Beasts! You have come in good time to fight our enemy and bring peace to all the animals of the forest once more.”

      “What is your trouble?” asked the Lion quietly.

      “We are all threatened,” answered the tiger, “by a fierce enemy which has lately come into this forest. It is a most tremendous monster, like a great spider, with a body as big as an elephant and legs as long as a tree trunk. It has eight of these long legs, and as the monster crawls through the forest he seizes an animal with a leg and drags it to his mouth, where he eats it as a spider does a fly. Not one of us is safe while this fierce creature is alive, and we had called a meeting to decide how to take care of ourselves when you came among us.”

      The Lion thought for a moment.

      “Are there any other lions in this forest?” he asked.

      “No; there were some, but the monster has eaten them all. And, besides, they were none of them nearly so large and brave as you.”

      “If I put an end to your enemy, will you bow down to me and obey me as King of the Forest?” inquired the Lion.

      “We will do that gladly,” returned the tiger; and all the other beasts roared with a mighty roar: “We will!”

      “Where is this great spider of yours now?” asked the Lion.

      “Yonder, among the oak trees,” said the tiger, pointing with his forefoot.

      “Take good care of these friends of mine,” said the Lion, “and I will go at once to fight the monster.”

      He bade his comrades goodbye and marched proudly away to do battle with the enemy.

      The great spider was lying asleep when the Lion found him, and it looked so ugly that its foe turned up his nose in disgust. Its legs were quite as long as the tiger had said, and its body covered with coarse black hair. It had a great mouth, with a row of sharp teeth a foot long; but its head was joined to the pudgy body by a neck as slender as a wasp’s waist. This gave the Lion a hint of the best way to attack the creature, and as he knew it was easier to fight it asleep than awake, he gave a great spring and landed directly upon the monster’s back. Then, with one blow of his heavy paw, all armed with sharp claws, he knocked the spider’s head from its body. Jumping down, he watched it until the long legs stopped wiggling, when he knew it was quite dead.

      The Lion went back to the opening where the beasts of the forest were waiting for him and said proudly:

      “You need fear your enemy no longer.”

      Then the beasts bowed down to the Lion as their King, and he promised to come back and rule over them as soon as Dorothy was safely on her way to Kansas.

22. The Country of the Quadlings

      The four travelers passed through the rest of the forest in safety, and when they came out from its gloom saw before them a steep hill, covered from top to bottom with great pieces of rock.

      “That will be a hard climb,” said the Scarecrow, “but we must get over the hill, nevertheless.”

      So he led the way and the others followed. They had nearly reached the first rock when they heard a rough voice cry out, “Keep back!”

      “Who are you?” asked the Scarecrow.

      Then a head showed itself over the rock and the same voice said, “This hill belongs to us, and we don’t allow anyone to cross it.”

      “But we must cross it,” said the Scarecrow. “We’re going to the country of the Quadlings.”

      “But you shall not!” replied the voice, and there stepped from behind the rock the strangest man the travelers had ever seen.

      He was quite short and stout and had a big head, which was flat at the top and supported by a thick neck full of wrinkles. But he had no arms at all, and, seeing this, the Scarecrow did not fear that so helpless a creature could prevent them from climbing the hill. So he said, “I’m sorry not to do as you wish, but we must pass over your hill whether you like it or not,” and he walked boldly forward.

      As quick as lightning the man’s head shot forward and his neck stretched out until the top of the head, where it was flat, struck the Scarecrow in the middle and sent him tumbling, over and over, down the hill. Almost as quickly as it came the head went back to the body, and the man laughed harshly as he said, “It isn’t as easy as you think!”

      A chorus of boisterous laughter came from the other rocks, and Dorothy saw hundreds of the armless Hammer-Heads upon the hillside, one behind every rock.

      The Lion became quite angry at the laughter caused by the Scarecrow’s mishap, and giving a loud roar that echoed like thunder, he dashed up the hill.

      Again a head shot swiftly out, and the great Lion went rolling down the hill as if he had been struck by a cannon ball.

      Dorothy ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his feet, and the Lion came up to her, feeling rather bruised and sore, and said, “It is useless to fight people with shooting heads; no one can withstand them.”

      “What can we do, then?” she asked.

      “Call the Winged Monkeys,” suggested the Tin Woodman. “You have still the right to command them once more.”

      “Very well,” she answered, and putting on the Golden Cap she uttered the magic words. The Monkeys were as prompt as ever, and in a few moments the entire СКАЧАТЬ