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."Or baseballstories?" questioned Peter, coming closer and closer.In their interest theyhad almost forgotten the oztrich."I've all kinds of stories," boasted the bookman and,unclasping his middle, spread wide the pages of his book."Which will you havefirst?""A bear story," said Grumpy, sitting down on his haunches andwaving both paws."Bear stories are the most exciting!""No, a verse, shrilled the Patchwork Girl quickly.Peter wasabout to call for a baseball story when he suddenly remembered his man-ners."Ladies first," said Peter, looking reprovingly at the littlebear."Just show us one of your verses, he remarked carelessly."Funny or sad?" asked the bookman, running his finger down histable of contents.Page 78 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Funny, of course," chuckled Scraps, tossing her headimpatiently.Turning his pages rapidly the bookman stepped off a few pacesand, leaning forward, the three travellers read:"Do fishes use the liquid tones The world so highly praises?Could they speak dryly, and do bees Converse in honeyed phrases?""Ho! Ho!" laughed Peter merrily, "if they do they'd soon getstuck.That's a good one almost as good as your verses, Scraps.""There's a much funnier one on page seventy-six," said thebookman gaily."Wait!""What for?" Coming up behind them, Ozwold looked severely attheir new friend."What are we waiting for?" he repeated sternly."This is the man you ran over," explained Peter quickly, "andhe's letting us read his book."And you stand here reading with the whole Kingdom in danger?"hissed the oztrich, thrusting his long neck forward angrily."A nice way tosave the Queen, I must say."I've a chapter on saving, somewhere, but I'm afraid it's onsaving money," mumbled the bookman, thumbing his pages over hurriedly.Peterand Scraps looked rather crestfallen and, while they walked slowly toward theoztrich, he again addressed the bookman."If you know so much, perhaps you can tell us the way to theEmerald City," he wheezed disagreeably."I'm not a guide book," answered the book-man stiffly."Then shut up," advised the oztrich so sharply that withoutintending to at all the bookman did shut up."Are you coming, or do I have to save the Kingdom myself?"asked the oztrich, turning impatiently to Peter.Page 79 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"I'll come, too, and entertain you as you go along.Read asyou run," said the bookman brightly."Not as I run," sniffed Ozwold, who seemed determined to snubthis new acquaintance."Better keep out of my way or you'll be run over again."I'm afraid you will," said Peter, patting the bookman kindlyon the back, for he seemed quite crushed by Ozwold's rude speeches.Scraps had already mounted the oztrich and now, leaning farout to the side, shook hands with the bookman, singing:"Bookman! Bookman, don't you care, We'll see you some daysomewhere, Come to the Emerald City, do And then I'll read you through andthrough!""So will I," promised Grumpy earnestly."You'll find us in thepalace.Just ask for the Queen of the Quilties and her pet," finished thelittle bear grandly."There won't be any palace if you stand here much longer,"fumed the oztrich, kicking up the dust angrily."Come on!"Realizing that there was some truth in the oztrich's remarks,Peter picked up the huge egg and climbed aboard.Grumpy, growling under hisbreath, took his seat behind Peter."This is no time for improving literature," hissed theoztrich, starting off at a two legged trot.Peter did not bother to answer,but waved his cap cheerily to the bookman, who still stood uncertainly in themiddle of the road.He kept on waving till the bookman became a mere speck inthe distance, then, turning about, devoted all his attention to holding on.For nearly an hour Ozwold pelted down the endless road.Then suddenly Scrapsclutched him excitedly about the neck."Stop!" shouted the Patchwork Girl."Stop! Stop!""What's the matter?" coughed the oztrich, slackening his speeda trifle."Turn out between those pear trees quick, I see the road ofPage 80 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlyellow brick,"cried Scraps, waving one arm joyfully over her head."Where does that take us?" inquired Peter, leaning curiouslyover Scraps' shoulder."To the Emerald City's golden gate; Home! Home at last, I canhardly wait!"sang Scraps, nearly choking the oztrich in her excitement."Hurry, Ozzy,hurry! Hurry!""Don't forget to whum when you come to the Emerald City,"grumbled Grumpy, as the great green bird gathered itself together for anotherburst of speed."The Emerald City may be destroyed for all we know," wheezedOzwold gloomily."But hold tight, everybody.Here we go!"CHAPTER 15Wumbo, Wonder Worker, at HomeTHE Gilliken Country of Oz has always been a favorite retreatfor witches, wizards and sorcerers.Since the practice of magic has beenforbidden for everyone except Glinda, the Good Sorceress of the South, and theWizard of Oz, a great many of the lesser wizards and magic workers haveretired to the mountains of the north to practice in secret or study for theirown satisfaction the ancient art of wizardry.In a crystal cavern on the western slope ofZamagoochie lived Wumbo, the Wonder Worker.In his youth, Wumbo had studied inthe best schools of sorcery and was not only an accomplished magician, but alovable and loyal citizen of Oz.Therefore, when Ozma passed a law against thepractice of magic, Wumbo withdrew to his favorite cave and quietly andharmlessly continued his studies.Now, of all studies sorcery is the mostprofitable.Being able to grant most of his own wishes, Wumbo lived in theutmost comfort and contentment, his cavern being almost as magnificent andluxurious as Ozma's castle.From preference, Wumbo lived by himself, but wasseldom lonely, for when you can conjure up a company of acrobats from ahandful of pebbles, or an orchestra from a few sticks and dried peas, you arealways sure of entertainment.Long after ordinary Oz folk were in their beds,Wumbo, in his crystal study, would pore over his musty books of magic, tryingout new spells and charms for his own satisfaction and amusement.Page 81 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHe was especially fond of his book of Chants and Enchantmentsand, on the evening I am writing of, sat beside his great crystal lamp,turning over its leaves and humming cheerfully to himself."I think," mused Wumbo at last, "I shall use the speech-givingchant, tonight.It's been a long time since I've talked with my furniture andno doubt it has a lot to tell mel" Rubbing his hands gleefully, Wumbo turnedto page ninety-seven and, after reading the chant several times to himself,walked over to his foot-stool and, touching it gently, droned:"Ooney, mooney, nooney nil, Tell me foot-stool what you will.""I need re-covering," creaked the foot-stool promptly."Andnext time you trip over me, I trust you will crack both shins.""Ho! Ho!" roared the wizard, bending backward and forward withmirth, "that's nice of you.Anything else?" As the foot-stool made no furtherremark, he walked to the mantel and touched the clock."Ooney, mooney, nooney nill, Tell me, old clock, what youwill.""Your wig's on crooked," ticked the clock critically, "andthere's a smudge on the end of your nose." Looking in the glass, Wumbo sawthat the clock, as usual, was telling the truth.Straightening his wig, hewent next to his favorite chair."Ooney, mooney, nooney nill, Tell me, arm-chair, what youwill!"chanted Wumbo, putting both hands in his pockets."Somebody's sitting on me," complained the chair in a stuffyvoice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Or baseballstories?" questioned Peter, coming closer and closer.In their interest theyhad almost forgotten the oztrich."I've all kinds of stories," boasted the bookman and,unclasping his middle, spread wide the pages of his book."Which will you havefirst?""A bear story," said Grumpy, sitting down on his haunches andwaving both paws."Bear stories are the most exciting!""No, a verse, shrilled the Patchwork Girl quickly.Peter wasabout to call for a baseball story when he suddenly remembered his man-ners."Ladies first," said Peter, looking reprovingly at the littlebear."Just show us one of your verses, he remarked carelessly."Funny or sad?" asked the bookman, running his finger down histable of contents.Page 78 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Funny, of course," chuckled Scraps, tossing her headimpatiently.Turning his pages rapidly the bookman stepped off a few pacesand, leaning forward, the three travellers read:"Do fishes use the liquid tones The world so highly praises?Could they speak dryly, and do bees Converse in honeyed phrases?""Ho! Ho!" laughed Peter merrily, "if they do they'd soon getstuck.That's a good one almost as good as your verses, Scraps.""There's a much funnier one on page seventy-six," said thebookman gaily."Wait!""What for?" Coming up behind them, Ozwold looked severely attheir new friend."What are we waiting for?" he repeated sternly."This is the man you ran over," explained Peter quickly, "andhe's letting us read his book."And you stand here reading with the whole Kingdom in danger?"hissed the oztrich, thrusting his long neck forward angrily."A nice way tosave the Queen, I must say."I've a chapter on saving, somewhere, but I'm afraid it's onsaving money," mumbled the bookman, thumbing his pages over hurriedly.Peterand Scraps looked rather crestfallen and, while they walked slowly toward theoztrich, he again addressed the bookman."If you know so much, perhaps you can tell us the way to theEmerald City," he wheezed disagreeably."I'm not a guide book," answered the book-man stiffly."Then shut up," advised the oztrich so sharply that withoutintending to at all the bookman did shut up."Are you coming, or do I have to save the Kingdom myself?"asked the oztrich, turning impatiently to Peter.Page 79 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"I'll come, too, and entertain you as you go along.Read asyou run," said the bookman brightly."Not as I run," sniffed Ozwold, who seemed determined to snubthis new acquaintance."Better keep out of my way or you'll be run over again."I'm afraid you will," said Peter, patting the bookman kindlyon the back, for he seemed quite crushed by Ozwold's rude speeches.Scraps had already mounted the oztrich and now, leaning farout to the side, shook hands with the bookman, singing:"Bookman! Bookman, don't you care, We'll see you some daysomewhere, Come to the Emerald City, do And then I'll read you through andthrough!""So will I," promised Grumpy earnestly."You'll find us in thepalace.Just ask for the Queen of the Quilties and her pet," finished thelittle bear grandly."There won't be any palace if you stand here much longer,"fumed the oztrich, kicking up the dust angrily."Come on!"Realizing that there was some truth in the oztrich's remarks,Peter picked up the huge egg and climbed aboard.Grumpy, growling under hisbreath, took his seat behind Peter."This is no time for improving literature," hissed theoztrich, starting off at a two legged trot.Peter did not bother to answer,but waved his cap cheerily to the bookman, who still stood uncertainly in themiddle of the road.He kept on waving till the bookman became a mere speck inthe distance, then, turning about, devoted all his attention to holding on.For nearly an hour Ozwold pelted down the endless road.Then suddenly Scrapsclutched him excitedly about the neck."Stop!" shouted the Patchwork Girl."Stop! Stop!""What's the matter?" coughed the oztrich, slackening his speeda trifle."Turn out between those pear trees quick, I see the road ofPage 80 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlyellow brick,"cried Scraps, waving one arm joyfully over her head."Where does that take us?" inquired Peter, leaning curiouslyover Scraps' shoulder."To the Emerald City's golden gate; Home! Home at last, I canhardly wait!"sang Scraps, nearly choking the oztrich in her excitement."Hurry, Ozzy,hurry! Hurry!""Don't forget to whum when you come to the Emerald City,"grumbled Grumpy, as the great green bird gathered itself together for anotherburst of speed."The Emerald City may be destroyed for all we know," wheezedOzwold gloomily."But hold tight, everybody.Here we go!"CHAPTER 15Wumbo, Wonder Worker, at HomeTHE Gilliken Country of Oz has always been a favorite retreatfor witches, wizards and sorcerers.Since the practice of magic has beenforbidden for everyone except Glinda, the Good Sorceress of the South, and theWizard of Oz, a great many of the lesser wizards and magic workers haveretired to the mountains of the north to practice in secret or study for theirown satisfaction the ancient art of wizardry.In a crystal cavern on the western slope ofZamagoochie lived Wumbo, the Wonder Worker.In his youth, Wumbo had studied inthe best schools of sorcery and was not only an accomplished magician, but alovable and loyal citizen of Oz.Therefore, when Ozma passed a law against thepractice of magic, Wumbo withdrew to his favorite cave and quietly andharmlessly continued his studies.Now, of all studies sorcery is the mostprofitable.Being able to grant most of his own wishes, Wumbo lived in theutmost comfort and contentment, his cavern being almost as magnificent andluxurious as Ozma's castle.From preference, Wumbo lived by himself, but wasseldom lonely, for when you can conjure up a company of acrobats from ahandful of pebbles, or an orchestra from a few sticks and dried peas, you arealways sure of entertainment.Long after ordinary Oz folk were in their beds,Wumbo, in his crystal study, would pore over his musty books of magic, tryingout new spells and charms for his own satisfaction and amusement.Page 81 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHe was especially fond of his book of Chants and Enchantmentsand, on the evening I am writing of, sat beside his great crystal lamp,turning over its leaves and humming cheerfully to himself."I think," mused Wumbo at last, "I shall use the speech-givingchant, tonight.It's been a long time since I've talked with my furniture andno doubt it has a lot to tell mel" Rubbing his hands gleefully, Wumbo turnedto page ninety-seven and, after reading the chant several times to himself,walked over to his foot-stool and, touching it gently, droned:"Ooney, mooney, nooney nil, Tell me foot-stool what you will.""I need re-covering," creaked the foot-stool promptly."Andnext time you trip over me, I trust you will crack both shins.""Ho! Ho!" roared the wizard, bending backward and forward withmirth, "that's nice of you.Anything else?" As the foot-stool made no furtherremark, he walked to the mantel and touched the clock."Ooney, mooney, nooney nill, Tell me, old clock, what youwill.""Your wig's on crooked," ticked the clock critically, "andthere's a smudge on the end of your nose." Looking in the glass, Wumbo sawthat the clock, as usual, was telling the truth.Straightening his wig, hewent next to his favorite chair."Ooney, mooney, nooney nill, Tell me, arm-chair, what youwill!"chanted Wumbo, putting both hands in his pockets."Somebody's sitting on me," complained the chair in a stuffyvoice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]