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The Deadly Poppy Field
Our little party of travelers awakened the next morning refreshed and
full of hope, and Dorothy breakfasted like a princess off peaches and plums from
the trees beside the river. Behind them was the dark forest they had passed
safely through, although they had suffered many discouragements; but before them
was a lovely, sunny country that seemed to beckon them on to the Emerald City.
To be sure, the broad river now cut them off from this beautiful land.
But the raft was nearly done, and after the Tin Woodman had cut a few
more logs and fastened them together with wooden pins, they were ready to start.
Dorothy sat down in the middle of the raft and held Toto in her arms.
When the Cowardly Lion stepped upon the raft it tipped badly, for he was
big and heavy; but the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman stood upon the other end to
steady it, and they had long poles in their hands to push the raft through the
They got along quite well at first, but when they reached the middle of
the river the swift current swept the raft downstream, farther and farther away
from the road of yellow brick. And
the water grew so deep that the long poles would not touch the bottom.
"This is bad," said the Tin Woodman,
"for if we cannot get to the land we shall be carried into the country of
the Wicked Witch of the West, and she will enchant us and make us her
"And then I should get no brains," said the Scarecrow.
"And I should get no courage," said the Cowardly Lion.
"And I should get no heart," said the Tin Woodman.
"And I should never get back to Kansas," said Dorothy.
"We must certainly get to the Emerald City if we can," the
Scarecrow continued, and he pushed so hard on his long pole that it stuck fast
in the mud at the bottom of the river. Then,
before he could pull it out again--or let go--the raft was swept away, and the
poor Scarecrow left clinging to the pole in the middle of the river.
"Good-bye!" he called after them, and they were very sorry to
leave him. Indeed, the Tin Woodman began to cry, but fortunately remembered that
he might rust, and so dried his tears on Dorothy's apron.
Of course this was a bad thing for the Scarecrow.
"I am now worse off than when I first met Dorothy," he thought.
"Then, I was stuck on a pole in a cornfield, where I could
make-believe scare the crows, at any rate.
But surely there is no use for a Scarecrow stuck on a pole in the middle
of a river. I am afraid I shall
never have any brains, after all!"
Down the stream the raft floated, and the poor Scarecrow was left far
behind. Then the Lion said:
"Something must be done to save us.
I think I can swim to the shore and pull the raft after me, if you will
only hold fast to the tip of my tail."
So he sprang into the water, and the Tin Woodman caught fast hold of his
tail. Then the Lion began to swim
with all his might toward the shore. It
was hard work, although he was so big; but by and by they were drawn out of the
current, and then Dorothy took the Tin Woodman's long pole and helped push the
raft to the land.
They were all tired out when they reached the shore at last and stepped
off upon the pretty green grass, and they also knew that the stream had carried
them a long way past the road of yellow brick that led to the Emerald City.
"What shall we do now?" asked the Tin Woodman, as the Lion lay
down on the grass to let the sun dry him.
"We must get back to the road, in some way," said Dorothy.
"The best plan will be to walk along the riverbank until we come to
the road again," remarked the Lion.
So, when they were rested, Dorothy picked up her basket and they started
along the grassy bank, to the road from which the river had carried them.
It was a lovely country, with plenty of flowers and fruit trees and
sunshine to cheer them, and had they not felt so sorry for the poor Scarecrow,
they could have been very happy.
They walked along as fast as they could, Dorothy only stopping once to
pick a beautiful flower; and after a time the Tin Woodman cried out:
Then they all looked at the river and saw the Scarecrow perched upon his
pole in the middle of the water, looking very lonely and sad.
"What can we do to save him?" asked Dorothy.
The Lion and the Woodman both shook their heads, for they did not know.
So they sat down upon the bank and gazed wistfully at the Scarecrow until
a Stork flew by, who, upon seeing them, stopped to rest at the water's edge.
"Who are you and where are you going?" asked the Stork.
"I am Dorothy," answered the girl, "and these are my
friends, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion;
and we are going to the Emerald City."
"This isn't the road," said the Stork, as she
twisted her long neck and looked sharply at the queer party.
"I know it," returned Dorothy, "but we have lost the
Scarecrow, and are wondering how we shall get him again."
"Where is he?" asked the Stork.
"Over there in the river," answered the little girl.
"If he wasn't so big and heavy I would get him for you,"
remarked the Stork.
"He isn't heavy a bit," said Dorothy eagerly, "for he is
stuffed with straw; and if you will bring him back to us, we shall thank you
ever and ever so much."
"Well, I'll try," said the Stork, "but if I find he is too
heavy to carry I shall have to drop him in the river again."
So the big bird flew into the air and over the water till she came to
where the Scarecrow was perched upon his pole.
Then the Stork with her great claws grabbed the Scarecrow by the arm and
carried him up into the air and back to the bank, where Dorothy and the Lion and
the Tin Woodman and Toto were sitting.
When the Scarecrow found himself among his friends again, he was so happy
that he hugged them all, even the Lion and Toto; and as they walked along he
sang "Tol-de-ri-de-oh!" at every step, he felt so gay.
"I was afraid I should have to stay in the river forever," he
said, "but the kind Stork saved me, and if I ever get any brains I shall
find the Stork again and do her some kindness in return."
"That's all right," said the Stork, who was flying along beside
them. "I always like to help
anyone in trouble. But I must go now, for my babies are waiting in the nest for
me. I hope you will find the
Emerald City and that Oz will help you."
"Thank you," replied Dorothy, and then the kind Stork flew into
the air and was soon out of sight.
They walked along listening to the singing of the brightly colored birds
and looking at the lovely flowers which now became so thick that the ground was
carpeted with them. There were big
yellow and white and blue and purple blossoms, besides great clusters of scarlet
poppies, which were so brilliant in color they almost dazzled Dorothy's eyes.
"Aren't they beautiful?" the girl asked, as she breathed in the
spicy scent of the bright flowers.
"I suppose so," answered the Scarecrow.
"When I have brains, I shall probably like them better."
"If I only had a heart, I should love them," added the Tin
"I always did like flowers," said the Lion.
"They of seem so helpless and frail.
But there are none in the forest so bright as these."
They now came upon more and more of the big scarlet poppies, and fewer
and fewer of the other flowers; and soon they found themselves in the midst of a
great meadow of poppies. Now it is
well known that when there are many of these flowers together their odor is so
powerful that anyone who breathes it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not
carried away from the scent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever.
But Dorothy did not know this, nor could she get away from the bright red
flowers that were everywhere about; so presently her eyes grew heavy and she
felt she must sit down to rest and to sleep.
But the Tin Woodman would not let her do this.
"We must hurry and get back to the road of yellow brick before
dark," he said; and the Scarecrow agreed with him.
So they kept walking until Dorothy could stand no longer.
Her eyes closed in spite of herself and she forgot where she was and fell
among the poppies, fast asleep.
"What shall we do?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"If we leave her here she will die," said the Lion.
"The smell of the flowers is killing us all.
I myself can scarcely keep my eyes open, and the dog is asleep
It was true; Toto had fallen down beside his little mistress. But the
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh, were not troubled by the
scent of the flowers.
"Run fast," said the Scarecrow to the Lion, "and get out
of this deadly flower bed as soon as you can.
We will bring the little girl with us, but if you should fall asleep you
are too big to be carried."
So the Lion aroused himself and bounded forward as fast as he could go.
In a moment he was out of sight.
"Let us make a chair with our hands and carry her," said the
Scarecrow. So they picked up Toto
and put the dog in Dorothy's lap, and then they made a chair with their hands
for the seat and their arms for the arms and carried the sleeping girl between
them through the flowers.
On and on they walked, and it seemed that the great carpet of deadly
flowers that surrounded them would never end.
They followed the bend of the river, and at last came upon their friend
the Lion, lying fast asleep among the poppies.
The flowers had been too strong for the huge beast and he had given up at
last, and fallen only a short distance from the end of the poppy bed, where the
sweet grass spread in beautiful green fields before them.
"We can do nothing for him," said the Tin Woodman, sadly;
"for he is much too heavy to lift. We
must leave him here to sleep on forever, and perhaps he will dream that he has
found courage at last."
"I'm sorry," said the Scarecrow.
"The Lion was a very good comrade for one so cowardly.
But let us go on."
They carried the sleeping girl to a pretty spot beside the river, far
enough from the poppy field to prevent her breathing any more of the poison of
the flowers, and here they laid her gently on the soft grass and waited for the
fresh breeze to waken her.
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