ALL PERSONS ARE WARNED NOT TO VENTURE UPON THIS DESERT
For the Deadly Sands will Turn Any Living Flesh to Dust in an instant. Beyond This Barrier is the
LAND OF OZ
But no one can Reach that Beautiful Country because of these Destroying Sands
"Oh," said Dorothy, when the s.h.a.ggy man had read the sign aloud; "I"ve seen this desert before, and it"s true no one can live who tries to walk upon the sands."
"Then we musn"t try it," answered the s.h.a.ggy man thoughtfully. "But as we can"t go ahead and there"s no use going back, what shall we do next?"
"Don"t know," said b.u.t.ton-Bright.
"I"m sure I don"t know, either," added Dorothy, despondently.
"I wish father would come for me," sighed the pretty Rainbow"s Daughter, "I would take you all to live upon the rainbow, where you could dance along its rays from morning till night, without a care or worry of any sort. But I suppose father"s too busy just now to search the world for me."
"Don"t want to dance," said b.u.t.ton-Bright, sitting down wearily upon the soft gra.s.s.
"It"s very good of you, Polly," said Dorothy; "but there are other things that would suit me better than dancing on rainbows. I"m "fraid they"d be kind of soft an" squashy under foot, anyhow, although they"re so pretty to look at."
This didn"t help to solve the problem, and they all fell silent and looked at one another questioningly.
"Really, I don"t know what to do," muttered the s.h.a.ggy man, gazing hard at Toto; and the little dog wagged his tail and said "Bow-wow!" just as if he could not tell, either, what to do. b.u.t.ton-Bright got a stick and began to dig in the earth, and the others watched him for a while in deep thought. Finally, the s.h.a.ggy man said:
"It"s nearly evening, now; so we may as well sleep in this pretty place and get rested; perhaps by morning we can decide what is best to be done."
There was little chance to make beds for the children, but the leaves of the trees grew thickly and would serve to keep off the night dews, so the s.h.a.ggy man piled soft gra.s.ses in the thickest shade and when it was dark they lay down and slept peacefully until morning.
Long after the others were asleep, however, the s.h.a.ggy man sat in the starlight by the spring, gazing thoughtfully into its bubbling waters.
Suddenly he smiled and nodded to himself as if he had found a good thought, after which he, too, laid himself down under a tree and was soon lost in slumber.
In the bright morning sunshine, as they ate of the strawberries and sweet juicy pears, Dorothy said:
"Polly, can you do any magic?"
"No dear," answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head.
"You ought to know SOME magic, being the Rainbow"s Daughter," continued Dorothy, earnestly.
"But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use for magic," replied Polychrome.
"What I"d like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the desert to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I"ve crossed it already, you know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house over, and some Silver Shoes brought me back again--in half a second. Then Ozma took me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King"s Magic Belt took me home that time. You see it was magic that did it every time "cept the first, and we can"t "spect a cyclone to happen along and take us to the Emerald City now."
"No indeed," returned Polly, with a shudder, "I hate cyclones, anyway."
"That"s why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic," said the little Kansas girl. "I"m sure I can"t; and I"m sure b.u.t.ton-Bright can"t; and the only magic the s.h.a.ggy man has is the Love Magnet, which won"t help us much."
"Don"t be too sure of that, my dear," spoke the s.h.a.ggy man, a smile on his donkey face. "I may not be able to do magic myself, but I can call to us a powerful friend who loves me because I own the Love Magnet, and this friend surely will be able to help us."
"Who is your friend?" asked Dorothy.
"Johnny Dooit."
"What can Johnny do?"
"Anything," answered the s.h.a.ggy man, with confidence.
"Ask him to come," she exclaimed, eagerly.
The s.h.a.ggy man took the Love Magnet from his pocket and unwrapped the paper that surrounded it. Holding the charm in the palm of his hand he looked at it steadily and said these words:
"Dear Johnny Dooit, come to me.
I need you bad as bad can be."
"Well, here I am," said a cheery little voice; "but you shouldn"t say you need me bad, "cause I"m always, ALWAYS, good."
At this they quickly whirled around to find a funny little man sitting on a big copper chest, puffing smoke from a long pipe. His hair was grey, his whiskers were grey; and these whiskers were so long that he had wound the ends of them around his waist and tied them in a hard knot underneath the leather ap.r.o.n that reached from his chin nearly to his feet, and which was soiled and scratched as if it had been used a long time. His nose was broad, and stuck up a little; but his eyes were twinkling and merry. The little man"s hands and arms were as hard and tough as the leather in his ap.r.o.n, and Dorothy thought Johnny Dooit looked as if he had done a lot of hard work in his lifetime.
"Good morning, Johnny," said the s.h.a.ggy man. "Thank you for coming to me so quickly."
"I never waste time," said the newcomer, promptly. "But what"s happened to you? Where did you get that donkey head? Really, I wouldn"t have known you at all, s.h.a.ggy Man, if I hadn"t looked at your feet."
The s.h.a.ggy man introduced Johnny Dooit to Dorothy and Toto and b.u.t.ton-Bright and the Rainbow"s Daughter, and told him the story of their adventures, adding that they were anxious now to reach the Emerald City in the Land of Oz, where Dorothy had friends who would take care of them and send them safe home again.
"But," said he, "we find that we can"t cross this desert, which turns all living flesh that touches it into dust; so I have asked you to come and help us."
Johnny Dooit puffed his pipe and looked carefully at the dreadful desert in front of them--stretching so far away they could not see its end.
"You must ride," he said, briskly.
"What in?" asked the s.h.a.ggy man.
"In a sand-boat, which has runners like a sled and sails like a ship.
The wind will blow you swiftly across the desert and the sand cannot touch your flesh to turn it into dust."
"Good!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. "That was the way the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn"t have to touch the horrid sand at all."
"But where is the sand-boat?" asked the s.h.a.ggy man, looking all around him.
"I"ll make you one," said Johnny Dooit.
As he spoke, he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his pocket. Then he unlocked the copper chest and lifted the lid, and Dorothy saw it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes.
Johnny Dooit moved quickly now--so quickly that they were astonished at the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools because they did their work so fast and so well.
The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen to it. She thought the words were something like these: