夸德林人的国度
四位旅行者平安穿过了森林的其余部分，当他们从幽暗的林木中出来时，眼前出现了一座陡峭的山丘，从上到下布满巨大的岩石。
“那可不好爬，”稻草人说，“但不管怎样，我们得翻过这座山。”
于是他带路，其他人跟在后面。他们快到达第一块岩石时，忽然听见一个粗哑的声音喊道：“退回去！”
“你是谁？”稻草人问。
这时，一块岩石后面探出一个脑袋，那个声音又说：“这座山是我们的，我们不准任何人越过它。”
“但我们必须过去，”稻草人说，“我们要去夸德林人的国度。”
“可你们就是不能过去！”那声音回答，接着从岩石后走出一个旅行者们见过的最奇怪的人。
他个子很矮，身体粗壮，长着一个大脑袋，头顶是平的，由一条满是皱纹的粗脖子撑着。但他根本没有手臂，稻草人见状，并不担心这么个无依无靠的家伙能拦住他们翻山。于是他说：“很抱歉不能如你所愿，但不管你们乐意不乐意，我们都必须越过这座山。”说完，他大胆地向前走去。
那人的脑袋像闪电般射向前方，脖子伸长，直到那平坦的头顶撞上稻草人中部，把他一路翻滚着撞下山去。脑袋缩回身体的速度几乎和伸出时一样快，那人发出刺耳的笑声说：“没你想的那么容易！”
其他岩石后传来一阵喧闹的大笑，多萝西看见山坡上成百个没有手臂的锤头人，每块石头后面都藏着一个。
狮子被稻草人这番狼狈惹出的笑声激怒了，发出一声如雷鸣般回响的怒吼，朝山上冲去。
又一个脑袋迅速射出，巨大的狮子像被炮弹击中一样，滚下了山。
多萝西跑下去把稻草人扶起来，狮子也走到她身边，觉得浑身淤青酸痛，说：“和会射脑袋的人斗没用；没人挡得住他们。”
“那我们怎么办？”她问。
“叫飞猴来，”铁皮伐木工提议，“你还有一次命令他们的权利。”
“好吧，”她答道，戴上金冠念出咒语。猴子们一如既往地迅速，片刻间整群就站在她面前。
“有何吩咐？”猴王深深鞠躬问道。
“带我们越过山丘，去夸德林人的国度。”女孩回答。
“遵命，”猴王说，飞猴们立刻把四位旅行者和托托抱进怀里，带着他们飞走。他们越过山丘时，锤头人恼怒地叫喊，把脑袋高高射向空中，却够不到飞猴；飞猴们把多萝西和同伴安全送过山，放在美丽的夸德林人国度。
“这是你最后一次能召唤我们了，”领头对多萝西说，“所以，再见，祝你好运。”
“再见，非常感谢，”女孩回道；猴子们升入空中，一眨眼就不见了。
夸德林人的国度看来富足而快乐。一望无际的成熟谷田，其间铺着平整的道路，还有潺潺流淌的小溪，上面架着坚固的桥。栅栏、房屋和桥梁都漆成鲜红色，正如温基人国度漆成黄色、芒奇金人国度漆成蓝色一样。夸德林人自己个子矮胖，显得圆润而和善，一身红衣，在绿草和泛黄的谷穗间格外醒目。
猴子们把他们放在一栋农舍旁，四位旅行者走上前敲门。开门的是农妇，多萝西讨点吃的，女人就给他们一顿丰盛的晚餐，有三种蛋糕、四种饼干，还有一碗给托托的牛奶。
“去格琳达城堡还有多远？”孩子问。
“不远，”农妇答，“走往南的路，很快就能到。”
谢过好心的女人，他们重新出发，走过田野，跨过漂亮的桥梁，直到看见前方一座非常美丽的城堡。门前站着三个年轻姑娘，穿着镶金边的红色漂亮制服；多萝西走近时，其中一个对她说：
“你们为何来到南国？”
“来见统治这里的善良女巫，”她答，“你能带我去见她吗？”
“请告诉我你的名字，我去问格琳达是否愿见你。”他们说了身份，女兵走进城堡。片刻后她回来说，多萝西和其他人立刻获准进见。
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 band stood before her.
“What are your commands?” inquired the King of the Monkeys, bowing low.
“Carry us over the hill to the country of the Quadlings,” answered the
girl.
“It shall be done,” said the King, and at once the Winged Monkeys
caught the four travelers and Toto up in their arms and flew away with
them. As they passed over the hill the Hammer-Heads yelled with
vexation, and shot their heads high in the air, but they could not
reach the Winged Monkeys, which carried Dorothy and her comrades safely
over the hill and set them down in the beautiful country of the
Quadlings.
“This is the last time you can summon us,” said the leader to Dorothy;
“so good-bye and good luck to you.”
“Good-bye, and thank you very much,” returned the girl; and the Monkeys
rose into the air and were out of sight in a twinkling.
The country of the Quadlings seemed rich and happy. There was field
upon field of ripening grain, with well-paved roads running between,
and pretty rippling brooks with strong bridges across them. The fences
and houses and bridges were all painted bright red, just as they had
been painted yellow in the country of the Winkies and blue in the
country of the Munchkins. The Quadlings themselves, who were short and
fat and looked chubby and good-natured, were dressed all in red, which
showed bright against the green grass and the yellowing grain.
The Monkeys had set them down near a farmhouse, and the four travelers
walked up to it and knocked at the door. It was opened by the farmer’s
wife, and when Dorothy asked for something to eat the woman gave them
all a good dinner, with three kinds of cake and four kinds of cookies,
and a bowl of milk for Toto.
“How far is it to the Castle of Glinda?” asked the child.
“It is not a great way,” answered the farmer’s wife. “Take the road to
the South and you will soon reach it.”
Thanking the good woman, they started afresh and walked by the fields
and across the pretty bridges until they saw before them a very
beautiful Castle. Before the gates were three young girls, dressed in
handsome red uniforms trimmed with gold braid; and as Dorothy
approached, one of them said to her:
“Why have you come to the South Country?”
“To see the Good Witch who rules here,” she answered. “Will you take me
to her?”
“Let me have your name, and I will ask Glinda if she will receive you.”
They told who they were, and the girl soldier went into the Castle.
After a few moments she came back to say that Dorothy and the others
were to be admitted at once.
