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多萝西因回家堪萨斯州的希望破灭而痛哭流涕；但当她细细想来，倒庆幸自己没有乘气球升空。失去奥兹，她心里也难过，同伴们也是如此。
铁皮樵夫走到她面前说：
“若不为赠我可爱之心的恩人哀悼，那我真是忘恩负义了。奥兹走了，我想落几滴泪，麻烦你替我擦去，免得我生锈。”
“乐意之至。”她答道，立刻取来一条毛巾。于是铁皮樵夫哭了片刻，她小心地看着泪珠，用毛巾一一拭去。哭罢，他恳切道谢，又用镶宝石的油壶周身涂油，以防不测。
如今稻草人做了翡翠城的统治者，虽不是巫师，百姓却以他为荣。“因为，”他们说，“普天之下，再没有第二座城由稻草人统治。”就他们所知，这话倒也不假。
气球载着奥兹升天后的翌晨，四位旅伴齐聚王座厅商议。稻草人坐于大宝座上，余人恭敬侍立。
“咱们不算运气差，”新君说，“这宫殿与翡翠城尽归我们有，尽可随心所欲。想不久之前，我还杵在农人玉米地里的杆子上，如今竟治此美城，吾心甚足。”
“我亦，”铁皮樵夫说，“得新心而甚悦；实言，此乃吾平生之唯一所愿。”
“至于我，”狮子谦然道，“自知勇猛不输任何野兽，甚或过之，便也知足。”
“若多萝西肯安心住下，”稻草人续道，“咱们便能同享安乐。”
“可我不愿留在这儿，”多萝西叫道，“我要回堪萨斯，和艾姆婶婶、亨利叔叔一处过活。”
“那便如何是好？”樵夫问。
稻草人决意凝思，苦想至针线皆自脑中迸出。终而道：
“何不召飞天猴来，请它们负你渡沙漠？”
“我竟未想到！”多萝西喜道，“正该如此。我这就去取金冠。”
她携冠入厅，念动咒语，俄而一群飞天猴穿窗而入，立其侧。
“此乃阁下二次相召，”猴王俯首小女前曰，“有何见谕？”
“我要你们带我去堪萨斯。”多萝西说。
猴王摇首。
“此事难为，”曰，“吾辈只属此国，不能离境。堪萨斯从未有飞天猴，料亦永不会有，因彼非吾土也。力所能及，无不效劳，然沙漠不可越。就此别过。”
又一鞠躬，猴王展翅穿窗而去，群猴从之。
多萝西失望欲泣。“金冠魔力，枉费矣，”她说，“飞天猴帮不得我。”
“实在可惜！”好心的樵夫叹道。
稻草人又入冥思，头颅鼓胀可怖，多萝西恐其迸裂。
“且召绿须武士来，”他说，“问其高见。”
武士奉召，怯然入厅——奥兹在世时，他从不许越门槛半步。
“此女童，”稻草人对武士道，“欲渡沙漠，何以行之？”
“不知，”武士答，“除奥兹本人，无人曾渡。”
“无人助我乎？”多萝西恳然问。
“格琳达或可。”他建言。
“格琳达是谁？”稻草人问。
“南方女巫也。诸巫中她最强大，辖夸德林人。其堡临沙漠之边，或知渡法。”
“格琳达是善巫否？”女童问。
“夸德林人以为善，”武士说，“且待人和善。闻格琳达貌美，虽历岁久，犹能驻颜。”
“怎去她堡？”多萝西问。
“路直向南，”他答，“然闻途多险。林有野兽，又有异民，不喜外人过境。故夸德林人从无至翡翠城者。”
武士退下，稻草人道：
“虽险，多萝西似唯往南国求格琳达援手为上。若留此，永难回堪萨斯。”
“你又用脑了。”铁皮樵夫说。
“正是。”稻草人答。
“我随多萝西去，”狮子宣称，“厌此城，思林野矣。吾本野兽。且她需人护持。”
“诚然，”樵夫然之，“吾斧或堪一用，故亦南行。”
“何时启程？”稻草人问。
“你也去？”众惊问。
“自然。非多萝西，吾无脑。她自玉米杆上解救我，带至翡翠城。吾之幸，皆拜所赐，必不离她，直至归堪萨斯方休。”
“谢你，”多萝西感言，“诸位厚待于我。然愿早发。”
“明晨即行，”稻草人曰，“今且备办，路远也。”
Away to the South
Dorothy wept bitterly at the passing of her hope to get home to Kansas
again; but when she thought it all over she was glad she had not gone
up in a balloon. And she also felt sorry at losing Oz, and so did her
companions.
The Tin Woodman came to her and said:
“Truly I should be ungrateful if I failed to mourn for the man who gave
me my lovely heart. I should like to cry a little because Oz is gone,
if you will kindly wipe away my tears, so that I shall not rust.”
“With pleasure,” she answered, and brought a towel at once. Then the
Tin Woodman wept for several minutes, and she watched the tears
carefully and wiped them away with the towel. When he had finished, he
thanked her kindly and oiled himself thoroughly with his jeweled
oil-can, to guard against mishap.
The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City, and although he
was not a Wizard the people were proud of him. “For,” they said, “there
is not another city in all the world that is ruled by a stuffed man.”
And, so far as they knew, they were quite right.
The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz, the four travelers
met in the Throne Room and talked matters over. The Scarecrow sat in
the big throne and the others stood respectfully before him.
“We are not so unlucky,” said the new ruler, “for this Palace and the
Emerald City belong to us, and we can do just as we please. When I
remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer’s
cornfield, and that now I am the ruler of this beautiful City, I am
quite satisfied with my lot.”
“I also,” said the Tin Woodman, “am well-pleased with my new heart;
and, really, that was the only thing I wished in all the world.”
“For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave as any beast that
ever lived, if not braver,” said the Lion modestly.
“If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the Emerald City,”
continued the Scarecrow, “we might all be happy together.”
“But I don’t want to live here,” cried Dorothy. “I want to go to
Kansas, and live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.”
“Well, then, what can be done?” inquired the Woodman.
The Scarecrow decided to think, and he thought so hard that the pins
and needles began to stick out of his brains. Finally he said:
“Why not call the Winged Monkeys, and ask them to carry you over the
desert?”
“I never thought of that!” said Dorothy joyfully. “It’s just the thing.
I’ll go at once for the Golden Cap.”
When she brought it into the Throne Room she spoke the magic words, and
soon the band of Winged Monkeys flew in through the open window and
stood beside her.
“This is the second time you have called us,” said the Monkey King,
bowing before the little girl. “What do you wish?”
“I want you to fly with me to Kansas,” said Dorothy.
But the Monkey King shook his head.
“That cannot be done,” he said. “We belong to this country alone, and
cannot leave it. There has never been a Winged Monkey in Kansas yet,
and I suppose there never will be, for they don’t belong there. We
shall be glad to serve you in any way in our power, but we cannot cross
the desert. Good-bye.”
And with another bow, the Monkey King spread his wings and flew away
through the window, followed by all his band.
Dorothy was ready to cry with disappointment. “I have wasted the charm
of the Golden Cap to no purpose,” she said, “for the Winged Monkeys
cannot help me.”
“It is certainly too bad!” said the tender-hearted Woodman.
The Scarecrow was thinking again, and his head bulged out so horribly
that Dorothy feared it would burst.
“Let us call in the soldier with the green whiskers,” he said, “and ask
his advice.”
So the soldier was summoned and entered the Throne Room timidly, for
while Oz was alive he never was allowed to come farther than the door.
“This little girl,” said the Scarecrow to the soldier, “wishes to cross
the desert. How can she do so?”
“I cannot tell,” answered the soldier, “for nobody has ever crossed the
desert, unless it is Oz himself.”
“Is there no one who can help me?” asked Dorothy earnestly.
“Glinda might,” he suggested.
“Who is Glinda?” inquired the Scarecrow.
“The Witch of the South. She is the most powerful of all the Witches,
and rules over the Quadlings. Besides, her castle stands on the edge of
the desert, so she may know a way to cross it.”
“Glinda is a Good Witch, isn’t she?” asked the child.
“The Quadlings think she is good,” said the soldier, “and she is kind
to everyone. I have heard that Glinda is a beautiful woman, who knows
how to keep young in spite of the many years she has lived.”
“How can I get to her castle?” asked Dorothy.
“The road is straight to the South,” he answered, “but it is said to be
full of dangers to travelers. There are wild beasts in the woods, and a
race of queer men who do not like strangers to cross their country. For
this reason none of the Quadlings ever come to the Emerald City.”
The soldier then left them and the Scarecrow said:
“It seems, in spite of dangers, that the best thing Dorothy can do is
to travel to the Land of the South and ask Glinda to help her. For, of
course, if Dorothy stays here she will never get back to Kansas.”
“You must have been thinking again,” remarked the Tin Woodman.
“I have,” said the Scarecrow.
“I shall go with Dorothy,” declared the Lion, “for I am tired of your
city and long for the woods and the country again. I am really a wild
beast, you know. Besides, Dorothy will need someone to protect her.”
“That is true,” agreed the Woodman. “My axe may be of service to her;
so I also will go with her to the Land of the South.”
“When shall we start?” asked the Scarecrow.
“Are you going?” they asked, in surprise.
“Certainly. If it wasn’t for Dorothy I should never have had brains.
She lifted me from the pole in the cornfield and brought me to the
Emerald City. So my good luck is all due to her, and I shall never
leave her until she starts back to Kansas for good and all.”
“Thank you,” said Dorothy gratefully. “You are all very kind to me. But
I should like to start as soon as possible.”
“We shall go tomorrow morning,” returned the Scarecrow. “So now let us
all get ready, for it will be a long journey.”
