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L.Frank Baum. The marvelous land of Oz

Being an account of the
further adventures of the
and Tin Woodman

and also the strange experiences
of the highly magnified Woggle-Bug,
Jack Pumpkin-head, the Animated Saw-Horse
and the Gump; the story being

A Sequel to The Wizard of Oz
L. Frank Baum

Author of Father Goose-His Book; The Wizard of Oz; The Magical Monarch
of Mo; The Enchanted Isle of Yew; The Life and Adventures of
Santa Claus; Dot and Tot of Merryland etc. etc.

Author's Note

AFTER the publication of "The Wonderful Wizard of OZ" I began to
receive letters from children, telling me of their pleasure in reading the
story and asking me to "write something more" about the Scarecrow and the
Tin Woodman. At first I considered these little letters, frank and earnest
though they were, in the light of pretty compliments; but the letters
continued to come during succeeding months, and even years.
Finally I promised one little girl, who made a long journey to see me
and prefer her request, - and she is a "Dorothy," by the way - that when a
thousand little girls had written me a thousand little letters asking for
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman I would write the book, Either little
Dorothy was a fairy in disguise, and waved her magic wand, or the success
of the stage production of "The Wizard of OZ" made new friends for the
story, For the thousand letters reached their destination long since - and
many more followed them.
And now, although pleading guilty to long delay, I have kept my
promise in this book.

Chicago, June, 1904

To those excellent good fellows and comedians
David C. Montgomery and Frank A. Stone whose
clever personations of the Tin Woodman and
the Scarecrow have delighted thousands of
children throughout the land, this book is
gratefully dedicated by THE AUTHOR

Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead

In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of
Oz, lived a youth called Tip. There was more to his name than that, for
old Mombi often declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no one
was expected to say such a long word when "Tip" would do just as well.
This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought
when quite young to be reared by the old woman known as Mombi, whose
reputation, I am sorry to say, was none of the best. For the Gillikin
people had reason to suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and
therefore hesitated to associate with her.
Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that
part of the Land of Oz had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her
dominions. So Tip's guardian, however much she might aspire to working
magic, realized it was unlawful to be more than a Sorceress, or at most a
Tip was made to carry wood from the forest, that the old woman might
boil her pot. He also worked in the corn-fields, hoeing and husking; and
he fed the pigs and milked the four-horned cow that was Mombi's especial
But you must not suppose he worked all the time, for he felt that
would be bad for him. When sent to the forest Tip often climbed trees for
birds' eggs or amused himself chasing the fleet white rabbits or fishing
in the brooks with bent pins. Then he would hastily gather his armful of
wood and carry it home. And when he was supposed to be working in the
corn-fields, and the tall stalks hid him from Mombi's view, Tip would
often dig in the gopher holes, or if the mood seized himlie upon his back
between the rows of corn and take a nap. So, by taking care not to exhaust
his strength, he grew as strong and rugged as a boy may be.
Mombi's curious magic often frightened her neighbors, and they
treated her shyly, yet respectfully, because of her weird powers. But Tip
frankly hated her, and took no pains to hide his feelings. Indeed, he
sometimes showed less respect for the old woman than he should have done,
considering she was his guardian.
There were pumpkins in Mombi's corn-fields, lying golden red among
the rows of green stalks; and these had been planted and carefully tended
that the four-horned cow might eat of them in the winter time. But one
day, after the corn had all been cut and stacked, and Tip was carrying the
pumpkins to the stable, he took a notion to make a "Jack Lantern" and try
to give the old woman a fright with it.
So he selected a fine, big pumpkin - one with a lustrous, orange-red
color - and began carving it. With the point of his knife he made two
round eyes, a three-cornered nose, and a mouth shaped like a new moon. The
face, when completed, could not have been considered strictly beautiful;
but it wore a smile so big and broad, and was so Jolly in expression, that
even Tip laughed as he looked admiringly at his work.
The child had no playmates, so he did not know that boys often dig
out the inside of a "pumpkin-jack," and in the space thus made put a
lighted candle to render the face more startling; but he conceived an idea
of his own that promised to be quite as effective. He decided to
manufacture the form of a man, who would wear this pumpkin head, and to
stand it in a place where old Mombi would meet it face to face.
"And then," said Tip to himself, with a laugh, "she'll squeal louder
than the brown pig does when I pull her tail, and shiver with fright worse
than I did last year when I had the ague!"
He had plenty of time to accomplish this task, for Mombi had gone to
a village - to buy groceries, she said - and it was a journey of at least
two days.
So he took his axe to the forest, and selected some stout, straight
saplings, which he cut down and trimmed of all their twigs and leaves.
From these he would make the arms, and legs, and feet of his man. For the
body he stripped a sheet of thick bark from around a big tree, and with
much labor fashioned it into a cylinder of about the right size, pinning
the edges together with wooden pegs. Then, whistling happily as he worked,
he carefully jointed the limbs and fastened them to the body with pegs
whittled into shape with his knife.
By the time this feat had been accomplished it began to grow dark,
and Tip remembered he must milk the cow and feed the pigs. So he picked up
his wooden man and carried it back to the house with him.
During the evening, by the light of the fire in the kitchen, Tip
carefully rounded all the edges of the joints and smoothed the rough
places in a neat and workmanlike manner. Then he stood the figure up
against the wall and admired it. It seemed remarkably tall, even for a
full-grown man; but that was a good point in a small boy's eyes, and Tip
did not object at all to the size of his creation.
Next morning, when he looked at his work again, Tip saw he had
forgotten to give the dummy a neck, by means of which he might fasten the
pumpkinhead to the body. So he went again to the forest, which was not far
away, and chopped from a tree several pieces of wood with which to
complete his work. When he returned he fastened a cross-piece to the upper
end of the body, making a hole through the center to hold upright the
neck. The bit of wood which formed this neck was also sharpened at the
upper end, and when all was ready Tip put on the pumpkin head, pressing it
well down onto the neck, and found that it fitted very well. The head
could be turned to one side or the other, as he pleased, and the hinges of
the arms and legs allowed him to place the dummy in any position he
"Now, that," declared Tip, proudly, "is really a very fine man, and
it ought to frighten several screeches out of old Mombi! But it would be
much more lifelike if it were properly dressed."
To find clothing seemed no easy task; but Tip boldly ransacked the
great chest in which Mombi kept all her keepsakes and treasures, and at
the very bottom he discovered some purple trousers, a red shirt and a pink
vest which was dotted with white spots. These he carried away to his man
and succeeded, although the garments did not fit very well, in dressing
the creature in a jaunty fashion. Some knit stockings belonging to Mombi
and a much worn pair of his own shoes completed the man's apparel, and Tip
was so delighted that he danced up and down and laughed aloud in boyish
"I must give him a name!" he cried. "So good a man as this must
surely have a name. I believe," he added, after a moment's thought, "I
will name the fellow 'Jack Pumpkinhead!'"

The Marvelous Powder of Life

After considering the matter carefully, Tip decided that the best
place to locate Jack would be at the bend in the road, a little way from
the house. So he started to carry his man there, but found him heavy and
rather awkward to handle. After dragging the creature a short distance Tip
stood him on his feet, and by first bending the joints of one leg, and
then those of the other, at the same time pushing from behind, the boy
managed to induce Jack to walk to the bend in the road. It was not
accomplished without a few tumbles, and Tip really worked harder than he
ever had in the fields or forest; but a love of mischief urged him on, and
it pleased him to test the cleverness of his workmanship.
"Jack's all right, and works fine!" he said to himself, panting with
the unusual exertion. But just then he discovered the man's left arm had
fallen off in the journey so he went back to find it, and afterward, by
whittling a new and stouter pin for the shoulder-joint, he repaired the
injury so successfully that the arm was stronger than before. Tip also
noticed that Jack's pumpkin head had twisted around until it faced his
back; but this was easily remedied. When, at last, the man was set up
facing the turn in the path where old Mombi was to appear, he looked
natural enough to be a fair imitation of a Gillikin farmer, - and
unnatural enough to startle anyone that came on him unawares.
As it was yet too early in the day to expect the old woman to return
home, Tip went down into the valley below the farm-house and began to
gather nuts from the trees that grew there.
However, old Mombi returned earlier than usual. She had met a crooked
wizard who resided in a lonely cave in the mountains, and had traded
several important secrets of magic with him. Having in this way secured
three new recipes, four magical powders and a selection of herbs of
wonderful power and potency, she hobbled home as fast as she could, in
order to test her new sorceries.
So intent was Mombi on the treasures she had gained that when she
turned the bend in the road and caught a glimpse of the man, she merely
nodded and said:
"Good evening, sir."
But, a moment after, noting that the person did not move or reply,
she cast a shrewd glance into his face and discovered his pumpkin head
elaborately carved by Tip's jack-knife.
"Heh!" ejaculated Mombi, giving a sort of grunt; "that rascally boy
has been playing tricks again! Very good! ve - ry good! I'll beat him
blackand-blue for trying to scare me in this fashion!"
Angrily she raised her stick to smash in the grinning pumpkin head of
the dummy; but a sudden thought made her pause, the uplifted stick left
motionless in the air.
"Why, here is a good chance to try my new powder!" said she, eagerly.
"And then I can tell whether that crooked wizard has fairly traded
secrets, or whether he has fooled me as wickedly as I fooled him."
So she set down her basket and began fumbling in it for one of the
precious powders she had obtained.
While Mombi was thus occupied Tip strolled back, with his pockets
full of nuts, and discovered the old woman standing beside his man and
apparently not the least bit frightened by it.
At first he was generally disappointed; but the next moment he became
curious to know what Mombi was going to do. So he hid behind a hedge,
where he could see without being seen, and prepared to watch.
After some search the woman drew from her basket an old pepper-box,
upon the faded label of which the wizard had written with a lead-pencil:
"Powder of Life."
"Ah - here it is!" she cried, joyfully. "And now let us see if it is
potent. The stingy wizard didn't give me much of it, but I guess there's
enough for two or three doses."
Tip was much surprised when he overheard this speech. Then he saw old
Mombi raise her arm and sprinkle the powder from the box over the pumpkin
head of his man Jack. She did this in the same way one would pepper a
baked potato, and the powder sifted down from Jack's head and scattered
over the red shirt and pink waistcoat and purple trousers Tip had dressed
him in, and a portion even fell upon the patched and worn shoes.
Then, putting the pepper-box back into the basket, Mombi lifted her
left hand, with its little finger pointed upward, and said:
Then she lifted her right hand, with the thumb pointed upward, and
Then she lifted
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