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In the The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, a huge cyclone transports the orphan Dorothy and her little dog Toto from Kansas to the Land of Oz, and she fears that she will never see Aunt Em and Uncle Henry ever again. But she meets the Munchkins, and they tell her to follow the Yellow Brick Road to the Emerald City where the Wonderful Wizard of Oz will grant any wish. On the way, she meets the brainless Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion. The four friends set off to seek their heart's desires, and in a series of action packed adventures they encounter a deadly poppy field, fierce animals, flying monkeys, a wicked witch, a good witch, and the Mighty Oz himself.
In Glinda of Oz, the last of the original ‘Oz’ books, Dorothy and Princess Ozma seek the help of Glinda, the Good Witch of the South, when they find themselves in peril on the Magic Isle of the Skeezers.
L. Frank Baum
L. Frank Baum (1856-1919) published The Wonderful Wizard of Oz in 1900 and received enormous, immediate success. Baum went on to write seventeen additional novels in the Oz series. Today, he is considered the father of the American fairy tale. His stories inspired the 1939 classic film The Wizard of Oz, one of the most widely viewed movies of all time. MinaLima is an award-winning graphic design studio founded by Miraphora Mina and Eduardo Lima, renowned for establishing the visual graphic style of the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts film series. Specializing in graphic design and illustration, Miraphora and Eduardo have continued their involvement in the Harry Potter franchise through numerous design commissions, from creating all the graphic elements for The Wizarding World of Harry Potter Diagon Alley at Universal Orlando Resort, to designing award-winning publications for the brand. Their best-selling books include Harry Potter and the Philospher’s Stone, Harry Potter Film Wizardry, The Case of Beasts: Explore the Film Wizardry of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, The Archive of Magic: Explore the Film Wizardry of Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald, and J.K. Rowling’s Fantastic Beasts screenplays. MinaLima studio is renowned internationally for telling stories through design and has created its own MinaLima Classics series, reimagining a growing collection of much-loved tales including Peter Pan, The Secret Garden, and Pinocchio.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Glinda of Oz is the fourteenth Land of Oz book, written by L. Frank Baum and published on July 10, 1920.The plot features a journey through a remote region of Oz.Dorothy and Ozma travel to stop a war between the Flatheads and SkeezersThe combatants are determined to battle and Glinda and a group of Dorothy's friends set out to rescue them from inprisonment.3*Read for a 2011 challenge featuring the publication year of 1920.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One of the better Oz books. It actually has a plot - not just traveling along meeting strange people.Ozma travels to prevent a war between the Flatheads and the Skeezer. She ends up trapped. I really enjoyed it.Part I like about magic:And Dorothy wished in her kindly, innocent heart, that all men and women could be fairies with silver wands, and satisfy all their needs without so much work and worry, for then, she imagined, they would have all their working hours to be happy in. But Ozma, looking into her friend's face and reading those thoughts, gave a laugh and said:"No, no, Dorothy, that wouldn't do at all. Instead of happiness your plan would bring weariness to the world. If every one could wave a wand and have his wants fulfilled there would be little to wish for. There would be no eager striving to obtain the difficult, for nothing would then be difficult, and the pleasure of earning something longed for, and only to be secured by hard work and careful thought, would be utterly lost. There would be nothing to do you see, and no interest in life and in our fellow creatures. That is all that makes life worth our while -- to do good deeds and to help those less fortunate than ourselves
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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz & Glinda of Oz - L. Frank Baum
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Glinda of Oz
L. Frank Baum
First published by Wordsworth Editions Limited in 1993
Published as an ePublication 2013
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Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1: The Cyclone
Chapter 2: The Council with the Munchkins
Chapter 3: How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
Chapter 4: The Road through the Forest
Chapter 5: The Rescue of the Tin Woodman
Chapter 6: The Cowardly Lion
Chapter 7: The Journey to the Great Oz
Chapter 8: The Deadly Poppy Field
Chapter 9: The Queen of the Field-Mice
Chapter 10: The Guardian of the Gates
Chapter 11: The Wonderful Emerald City of Oz
Chapter 12: The Search for the Wicked Witch
Chapter 13: The Rescue
Chapter 14: The Winged Monkeys
Chapter 15: The Discovery of Oz the Terrible
Chapter 16: The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
Chapter 17: How the Balloon was Launched
Chapter 18: Away to the South
Chapter 19: Attacked by the Fighting Trees
Chapter 20: The Dainty China Country
Chapter 21: The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
Chapter 22: The Country of the Quadlings
Chapter 23: The Good Witch Grants Dorothy’s Wish
Introduction
Folklore, legends, myths and fairy tales have followed childhood through the ages, for every healthy youngster has a wholesome and instinctive love of stories fantastic, marvellous and manifestly unreal. The winged fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than all other human creations.
Yet the old-time fairy tale, having served for generations, may now be classed as ‘historical’ in the children’s library; for the time has come for a series of newer ‘wonder tales’ in which the stereotyped genie, dwarf and fairy are eliminated, together with all the horrible and blood-curdling incidents devised by their authors to point a fearsome moral to each tale. Modern education includes morality; therefore the modern child seeks only entertainment in its wonder-tales and gladly dispenses with all disagreeable incident.
Having this thought in mind, the story of the wonderful Wizard of Oz was written solely to pleasure children of today. It aspires to being a modernised fairy tale, in which the wonderment and joy are retained and the heartaches and nightmares are left out.
L. Frank Baum
Chicago, April 1900
Chapter 1
The Cyclone
lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cooking stove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar – except a small hole, dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap-door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.
When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great grey prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the ploughed land into a grey mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same grey colour to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as dull and grey as everything else.
When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too. They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober grey; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were grey also. She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled, now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the child’s laughter that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy’s merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the little girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at.
Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was grey also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as grey as her other surroundings. Toto was not grey; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.
Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even greyer than usual. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
‘There’s a cyclone coming, Em,’ he called to his wife; ‘I’ll go look after the stock.’ Then he ran towards the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of the danger close at hand.
‘Quick, Dorothy!’ she screamed; ‘run for the cellar!’
Toto jumped out of Dorothy’s arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap-door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Dorothy caught Toto at last, and started to follow her aunt. When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.
A strange thing then happened.
The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.
The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact centre of the cyclone. In the middle of a cyclone the air is generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the cyclone; and there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.
It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy found she was riding quite easily. After the first few whirls around, and one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle.
Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what would happen.
Once Toto got too near the open trap-door, and fell in; and at first the little girl thought she had lost him. But soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up so that he could not fall. She crept to the hole, caught Toto by the ear, and dragged him into the room again; afterwards closing the trap-door so that no more accidents could happen.
Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly became deaf. At first she had wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would bring. At last she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down beside her.
In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.
Chapter 2
The Council with the Munchkins
was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally.
Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.
The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.
The cyclone had set the house down, very gently – for a cyclone – in the midst of a country of marvellous beauty. There were lovely patches of green sward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits. Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes. A little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on the dry, grey prairies.
While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming towards her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to; but neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.
Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. They wore round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved. The hats of the men were blue; the little woman’s hat was white, and she wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders; over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds. The men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops. The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards. But the little woman was doubtless much older: her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly.
When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther. But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice: ‘You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins. We are so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and for setting our people free from bondage.’
Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder. What could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the Wicked Witch of the East? Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl, who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home; and she had never killed anything in all her life.
But the little woman evidently expected her to answer; so Dorothy said, with hesitation.
‘You are very kind; but there must be some mistake. I have not killed anything.’
‘Your house did, anyway,’ replied the little old woman, with a laugh; ‘and that is the same thing. See!’ she continued, pointing to the corner of the house; ‘there are her two toes, still sticking out from under a block of wood.’
Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright. There, indeed, just under the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes. ‘Oh dear! oh dear!’ cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay; ‘the house must have fallen on her. What ever shall we do?’
‘There is nothing to be done,’ said the little woman, calmly.
‘But who was she?’ asked Dorothy.
‘She was the Wicked Witch of the East, as I said,’ answered the little woman. ‘She has held all the Munchkins in bondage for many years, making them slave for her night and day. Now they are all set free and are grateful to you for the favour.’
‘Who are the Munchkins?’ enquired Dorothy.
‘They are the people who live in this land of the East, where the Wicked Witch ruled.’
‘Are you a Munchkin?’ asked Dorothy.
‘No; but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North. When they saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift messenger to me, and I came at once. I am the Witch of the North.’
‘Oh, gracious!’ cried Dorothy; ‘are you a real witch?’
‘Yes, indeed,’ answered the little woman. ‘But I am a good witch, and the people love me. I am not as powerful as the Wicked Witch was who ruled here, or I should have set the people free myself.’
‘But I thought all witches were wicked,’ said the girl, who was half frightened at facing a real witch.
‘Oh, no; that is a great mistake. There were only four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and the South, are good witches. I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken. Those who dwelt in the East and the West were, indeed, wicked witches; but now that you have killed one of them, there is but one wicked Witch in all the Land of Oz – the one who lives in the West.’
‘But,’ said Dorothy, after a moment’s thought, ‘Aunt Em has told me that the witches were all dead – years and years ago.’
‘Who is Aunt Em?’ enquired the little old woman.
‘She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came from.’
The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, with her head bowed and her eyes upon the ground. Then she looked up and said, ‘I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before. But tell me, is it a civilised country?’
‘Oh, yes,’ replied Dorothy.
‘Then that accounts for it. In the civilised countries I believe there are no witches left; nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilised, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us.’
‘Who are the wizards?’ asked Dorothy.
‘Oz himself is the Great Wizard,’ answered the Witch, sinking her voice to a whisper. ‘He is more powerful than all the rest of us together. He lives in the City of Emeralds.’
Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then the Munchkins, who had been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the house where the Wicked Witch had been lying.
‘What is it?’ asked the little old woman; and looked, and began to laugh. The feet of the dead witch had disappeared entirely and nothing was left but the silver shoes.
‘She was so old,’ explained the Witch of the North, ‘that she dried up quickly in the sun That is the end of her. But the silver shoes are yours, and you shall have them to wear.’ She reached down and picked up the shoes, and after shaking the dust out of them handed them to Dorothy.
‘The Witch of the East was proud of those silver shoes,’ said one of the Munchkins; ‘and there is some charm connected with them; but what is it we never knew.’
Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table. Then she came out again to the Munchkins and said, ‘I am anxious to get back to my Aunt and Uncle, for I am sure they will worry about me. Can you help me find my way?’
The Munchkins and the Witch first looked at one another, and then at Dorothy, and then shook their heads.
‘At the East, not far from here,’ said one, ‘there is a great desert, and none could live to cross it.’
‘It is the same at the South,’ said another, ‘for I have been there and seen it. The South is the country of the Quadlings.’
‘I am told,’ said the third man, ‘that it is the same at the West. And that country, where the Winkies live, is ruled by the Wicked Witch of the West, who would make you her slave if you passed her way.’
‘The North is my home,’ said the old lady, ‘and at its edge is the same great desert that surrounds this land of Oz. I’m afraid, my dear, you will have to live with us.’
Dorothy began to sob, at this, for she felt lonely among all these strange people. Her tears seemed to grieve the kind-hearted Munchkins, for they immediately took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also. As for the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced the point on the end of her nose, while she counted ‘one, two, three’ in a solemn voice. At once the cap changed to a slate, on which was written in big, white chalk marks: Let Dorothy Go to the City of Emeralds
The little old woman took the slate from her nose, and having read the words on it, asked, ‘Is your name Dorothy, my dear?’
‘Yes,’ answered the child, looking up and drying her tears.
‘Then you must go to the City of Emeralds. Perhaps Oz will help you.’
‘Where is this city?’ asked Dorothy.
‘It is exactly in the centre of the country, and is ruled by Oz, the Great Wizard I told you of.’
‘Is he a good man?’ enquired the girl, anxiously.
‘He is a good wizard. Whether he is a man or not I cannot tell, for I have never seen him.’
‘How can I get there?’ asked Dorothy.
‘You must walk. It is a long journey, through a country that is sometimes pleasant and sometimes dark and terrible. However, I will use all the magic arts I know of to keep you from harm.’
‘Won’t you go with me?’ pleaded the girl, who had begun to look upon the little old woman as her only friend.
‘No, I cannot do that,’ she replied; ‘but I will give you my kiss, and no one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of the North.’
She came close to Dorothy and kissed her gently on the forehead. Where her lips touched the girl they left a round, shining mark, as Dorothy found out soon after.
‘The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick,’ said the Witch; ‘so you cannot miss it. When you get to Oz do not be afraid of him, but tell your story and ask him to help you. Goodbye, my dear.’
The three Munchkins bowed low to her and wished her a pleasant journey, after which they walked away through the trees. The witch gave Dorothy a friendly little nod, whirled around on her left heel three times, and straightway disappeared, much to the surprise of little Toto, who barked after her loudly enough when she had gone, because he had been afraid even to growl while she stood by.
But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear in just that way, and was not surprised in the least.
Chapter 3
How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she went to the cupboard and cut herself some bread, which she spread with butter. She gave some to Toto, and taking a pail from the shelf she carried it down to the little brook and filled it with clear, sparkling water. Toto ran over to the trees and began to bark at the birds sitting there. Dorothy went to get him, and saw such delicious fruit hanging from the branches that she gathered some of it, finding it just what she wanted to help out her breakfast.
Then she went back to the house, and having helped herself and Toto to a good drink of the cool, clear water, she set about making ready for the journey to the City of Emeralds.
Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened to be clean and was hanging on a peg beside her bed. It was gingham, with checks of white and blue; and although the blue was somewhat faded with many washings, it was still a pretty frock. The girl washed herself carefully, dressed herself in the clean gingham, and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head. She took a little basket and filled it with bread from the cupboard, laying a white cloth over the top. Then she