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      To see sharp and be natural are

      For me but minor terrors.

      “I don’t quite understand that,” said Polychrome, with a puzzled look; “but perhaps it’s because I’m accustomed only to the music of the spheres.”

      “What’s that?” asked Button-Bright.

      “Oh, Polly means the atmosphere and hemisphere, I s’pose,” explained Dorothy.

      “Oh,” said Button-Bright.

      “Bow-wow!” said Toto.

      But the musicker was still breathing his constant

      Oom, pom-pom; Oom pom-pom—

      and it seemed to jar on the shaggy man’s nerves.

      “Stop it, can’t you?” he cried angrily; “or breathe in a whisper; or put a clothes-pin on your nose. Do something, anyhow!”

      But the fat one, with a sad look, sang this answer:

      Music hath charms, and it may

      Soothe even the savage, they say;

      So if savage you feel

      Just list to my reel,

      For sooth to say that’s the real way.

      The shaggy man had to laugh at this, and when he laughed he stretched his donkey mouth wide open. Said Dorothy:

      “I don’t know how good his poetry is, but it seems to fit the notes, so that’s all that can be ‘xpected.”

      “I like it,” said Button-Bright, who was staring hard at the musicker, his little legs spread wide apart. To the surprise of his companions, the boy asked this long question:

      “If I swallowed a mouth-organ, what would I be?”

      “An organette,” said the shaggy man. “But come, my dears; I think the best thing we can do is to continue on our journey before Button-Bright swallows anything. We must try to find that Land of Oz, you know.”

      Hearing this speech the musicker sang, quickly:

      If you go to the Land of Oz

      Please take me along, because

      On Ozma’s birthday

      I’m anxious to play

      The loveliest song ever was.

      “No thank you,” said Dorothy; “we prefer to travel alone. But if I see Ozma I’ll tell her you want to come to her birthday party.”

      “Let’s be going,” urged the shaggy man, anxiously.

      Polly was already dancing along the road, far in advance, and the others turned to follow her. Toto did not like the fat musicker and made a grab for his chubby leg. Dorothy quickly caught up the growling little dog and hurried after her companions, who were walking faster than usual in order to get out of hearing. They had to climb a hill, and until they got to the top they could not escape the musicker’s monotonous piping:

      Oom, pom-pom; oom, pom-pom;

      Tiddle-iddle-widdle, oom, pom-pom;

      Oom, pom-pom—pah!

      As they passed the brow of the hill, however, and descended on the other side, the sounds gradually died away, whereat they all felt much relieved.

      “I’m glad I don’t have to live with the organ-man; aren’t you, Polly?” said Dorothy.

      “Yes indeed,” answered the Rainbow’s Daughter.

      “He’s nice,” declared Button-Bright, soberly.

      “I hope your Princess Ozma won’t invite him to her birthday celebration,” remarked the shaggy man; “for the fellow’s music would drive her guests all crazy. You’ve given me an idea, Button-Bright; I believe the musicker must have swallowed an accordeon in his youth.”

      “What’s ‘cordeon?” asked the boy.

      “It’s a kind of pleating,” explained Dorothy, putting down the dog.

      “Bow-wow!” said Toto, and ran away at a mad gallop to chase a bumblebee.

      9. Facing the Scoodlers

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      The country wasn’t so pretty now. Before the travelers appeared a rocky plain covered with hills on which grew nothing green. They were nearing some low mountains, too, and the road, which before had been smooth and pleasant to walk upon, grew rough and uneven.

      Button-Bright’s little feet stumbled more than once, and Polychrome ceased her dancing because the walking was now so difficult that she had no trouble to keep warm.

      It had become afternoon, yet there wasn’t a thing for their luncheon except two apples which the shaggy man had taken from the breakfast table. He divided these into four pieces and gave a portion to each of his companions. Dorothy and Button-Bright were glad to get theirs; but Polly was satisfied with a small bite, and Toto did not like apples.

      “Do you know,” asked the Rainbow’s Daughter, “if this is the right road to the Emerald City?”

      “No, I don’t,” replied Dorothy, “but it’s the only road in this part of the country, so we may as well go to the end of it.”

      “It looks now as if it might end pretty soon,” remarked the shaggy man; “and what shall we do if it does?”

      “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.

      “If I had my Magic Belt,” replied Dorothy, thoughtfully, “it could do us a lot of good just now.”

      “What is your Magic Belt?” asked Polychrome.

      “It’s a thing I captured from the Nome King one day, and it can do ‘most any wonderful thing. But I left it with Ozma, you know; ‘cause magic won’t work in Kansas, but only in fairy countries.”

      “Is this a fairy country?” asked Button-Bright.

      “I should think you’d know,” said the little girl, gravely. “If it wasn’t a fairy country you couldn’t have a fox head and the shaggy man couldn’t have a donkey head, and the Rainbow’s Daughter would be invis’ble.”

      “What’s that?” asked the boy.

      “You don’t seem to know anything, Button-Bright. Invis’ble is a thing you can’t see.”

      “Then Toto’s invis’ble,” declared the boy, and Dorothy found he was right. Toto had disappeared from view, but they could hear him barking furiously among the heaps of grey rock ahead of them.

      They moved forward a little faster to see what the dog was barking at, and found perched upon a point of rock by the roadside a curious creature. It had the form of a man, middle-sized and rather slender and graceful; but as it sat silent and motionless upon the peak they could see that its face was black as ink, and it wore a black cloth costume made like a union suit and fitting tight to its skin. Its hands were black, too, and its toes curled down, like a bird’s. The creature was black all over except its hair, which was fine, and yellow, banged in front across the black forehead and cut close at the sides. The eyes, which were fixed steadily upon the barking dog, were small and sparkling and looked like the eyes of a weasel.

      “What in the world do you s’pose that is?” asked Dorothy in a hushed voice, as the little group of travelers stood watching the strange creature.

      “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.

      The thing gave a jump and turned half around, sitting in the same place but with the other side of its body facing them. Instead of being black, it was now pure white, with a face like

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