Oz was not such a bad Wizard, after all, said the Tin Woodman, as he
felt his heart rattling around in his breast.
He knew how to give me brains, and very good brains, too, said the
Scarecrow.
If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave me, added the
Lion, he would have been a brave man.
Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her, but he
had done his best, so she forgave him. As he said, he was a good man,
even if he was a bad Wizard.
The first day s journey was through the green fields and bright flowers
that stretched about the Emerald City on every side. They slept that
night on the grass, with nothing but the stars over them; and they
rested very well indeed.
In the morning they traveled on until they came to a thick wood. There
was no way of going around it, for it seemed to extend to the right and
left as far as they could see; and, besides, they did not dare change
the direction of their journey for fear of getting lost. So they looked
for the place where it would be easiest to get into the forest.
The Scarecrow, who was in the lead, finally discovered a big tree with
such wide-spreading branches that there was room for the party to pass
underneath. So he walked forward to the tree, but just as he came under
the first branches they bent down and twined around him, and the next
minute he was raised from the ground and flung headlong among his
fellow travelers.
This did not hurt the Scarecrow, but it surprised him, and he looked
rather dizzy when Dorothy picked him up.
Here is another space between the trees, called the Lion.
Let me try it first, said the Scarecrow, for it doesn t hurt me to
get thrown about. He walked up to another tree, as he spoke, but its
branches immediately seized him and tossed him back again.
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