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In this, the seventh book of L. Frank Baum's delightful Oz series, a living doll named Scraps and a Munchkin boy named Ojo set out to free Ojo's Uncle Nunkie from a dangerous magical spell that has turned him into a statue. This whimsical journey will delight fantasy fiction fans of all ages.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 mars 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781775451907
Langue	English

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THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ
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L. FRANK BAUM

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The Patchwork Girl of Oz First published in 1913 ISBN 978-1-775451-90-7 © 2011 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Prologue Chapter One - Ojo and Unc Nunkie Chapter Two - The Crooked Magician Chapter Three - The Patchwork Girl Chapter Four - The Glass Cat Chapter Five - A Terrible Accident Chapter Six - The Journey Chapter Seven - The Troublesome Phonograph Chapter Eight - The Foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey Chapter Nine - They Meet the Woozy Chapter Ten - Shaggy Man to the Rescue Chapter Eleven - A Good Friend Chapter Twelve - The Giant Porcupine Chapter Thirteen - Scraps and the Scarecrow Chapter Fourteen - Ojo Breaks the Law Chapter Fifteen - Ozma's Prisoner Chapter Sixteen - Princess Dorothy Chapter Seventeen - Ozma and Her Friends Chapter Eighteen - Ojo is Forgiven Chapter Nineteen - Trouble with the Tottenhots Chapter Twenty - The Captive Yoop Chapter Twenty-One - Hip Hopper the Champion Chapter Twenty-Two - The Joking Horners Chapter Twenty-Three - Peace is Declared Chapter Twenty-Four - Ojo Finds the Dark Well Chapter Twenty-Five - They Bribe the Lazy Quadling Chapter Twenty-Six - The Trick River Chapter Twenty-Seven - The Tin Woodman Objects Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
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Affectionately Dedicated to my young friend Sumner Hamilton Britton of Chicago
Prologue
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Through the kindness of Dorothy Gale of Kansas, afterward PrincessDorothy of Oz, an humble writer in the United States of America wasonce appointed Royal Historian of Oz, with the privilege of writing thechronicle of that wonderful fairyland. But after making six books aboutthe adventures of those interesting but queer people who live in theLand of Oz, the Historian learned with sorrow that by an edict of theSupreme Ruler, Ozma of Oz, her country would thereafter be renderedinvisible to all who lived outside its borders and that allcommunication with Oz would, in the future, be cut off.
The children who had learned to look for the books about Oz and wholoved the stories about the gay and happy people inhabiting thatfavored country, were as sorry as their Historian that there would beno more books of Oz stories. They wrote many letters asking if theHistorian did not know of some adventures to write about that hadhappened before the Land of Oz was shut out from all the rest of theworld. But he did not know of any. Finally one of the children inquiredwhy we couldn't hear from Princess Dorothy by wireless telegraph, whichwould enable her to communicate to the Historian whatever happened inthe far-off Land of Oz without his seeing her, or even knowing justwhere Oz is.
That seemed a good idea; so the Historian rigged up a high tower in hisback yard, and took lessons in wireless telegraphy until he understoodit, and then began to call "Princess Dorothy of Oz" by sending messagesinto the air.
Now, it wasn't likely that Dorothy would be looking for wirelessmessages or would heed the call; but one thing the Historian was sureof, and that was that the powerful Sorceress, Glinda, would know whathe was doing and that he desired to communicate with Dorothy. ForGlinda has a big book in which is recorded every event that takes placeanywhere in the world, just the moment that it happens, and so ofcourse the book would tell her about the wireless message.
And that was the way Dorothy heard that the Historian wanted to speakwith her, and there was a Shaggy Man in the Land of Oz who knew how totelegraph a wireless reply. The result was that the Historian begged sohard to be told the latest news of Oz, so that he could write it downfor the children to read, that Dorothy asked permission of Ozma andOzma graciously consented.
That is why, after two long years of waiting, another Oz story is nowpresented to the children of America. This would not have been possiblehad not some clever man invented the "wireless" and an equally cleverchild suggested the idea of reaching the mysterious Land of Oz by itsmeans.
L. Frank Baum.
"OZCOT" at Hollywood in California
Chapter One - Ojo and Unc Nunkie
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"Where's the butter, Unc Nunkie?" asked Ojo.
Unc looked out of the window and stroked his long beard. Then he turnedto the Munchkin boy and shook his head.
"Isn't," said he.
"Isn't any butter? That's too bad, Unc. Where's the jam then?" inquiredOjo, standing on a stool so he could look through all the shelves ofthe cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again.
"Gone," he said.
"No jam, either? And no cake—no jelly—no apples—nothing but bread?"
"All," said Unc, again stroking his beard as he gazed from the window.
The little boy brought the stool and sat beside his uncle, munching thedry bread slowly and seeming in deep thought.
"Nothing grows in our yard but the bread tree," he mused, "and thereare only two more loaves on that tree; and they're not ripe yet. Tellme, Unc; why are we so poor?"
The old Munchkin turned and looked at Ojo. He had kindly eyes, but hehadn't smiled or laughed in so long that the boy had forgotten that UncNunkie could look any other way than solemn. And Unc never spoke anymore words than he was obliged to, so his little nephew, who livedalone with him, had learned to understand a great deal from one word.
"Why are we so poor, Unc?" repeated the boy.
"Not," said the old Munchkin.
"I think we are," declared Ojo. "What have we got?"
"House," said Unc Nunkie.
"I know; but everyone in the Land of Oz has a place to live. What else,Unc?"
"Bread."
"I'm eating the last loaf that's ripe. There; I've put aside yourshare, Unc. It's on the table, so you can eat it when you get hungry.But when that is gone, what shall we eat, Unc?"
The old man shifted in his chair but merely shook his head.
"Of course," said Ojo, who was obliged to talk because his uncle wouldnot, "no one starves in the Land of Oz, either. There is plenty foreveryone, you know; only, if it isn't just where you happen to be, youmust go where it is."
The aged Munchkin wriggled again and stared at his small nephew as ifdisturbed by his argument.
"By to-morrow morning," the boy went on, "we must go where there issomething to eat, or we shall grow very hungry and become very unhappy."
"Where?" asked Unc.
"Where shall we go? I don't know, I'm sure," replied Ojo. "But you mustknow, Unc. You must have traveled, in your time, because you're so old.I don't remember it, because ever since I could remember anything we'velived right here in this lonesome, round house, with a little gardenback of it and the thick woods all around. All I've ever seen of thegreat Land of Oz, Unc dear, is the view of that mountain over at thesouth, where they say the Hammerheads live—who won't let anybody go bythem—and that mountain at the north, where they say nobody lives."
"One," declared Unc, correcting him.
"Oh, yes; one family lives there, I've heard. That's the CrookedMagician, who is named Dr. Pipt, and his wife Margolotte. One year youtold me about them; I think it took you a whole year, Unc, to say asmuch as I've just said about the Crooked Magician and his wife. Theylive high up on the mountain, and the good Munchkin Country, where thefruits and flowers grow, is just the other side. It's funny you and Ishould live here all alone, in the middle of the forest, isn't it?"
"Yes," said Unc.
"Then let's go away and visit the Munchkin Country and its jolly,good-natured people. I'd love to get a sight of something besideswoods, Unc Nunkie."
"Too little," said Unc.
"Why, I'm not so little as I used to be," answered the boy earnestly."I think I can walk as far and as fast through the woods as you can,Unc. And now that nothing grows in our back yard that is good to eat,we must go where there is food."
Unc Nunkie made no reply for a time. Then he shut down the window andturned his chair to face the room, for the sun was sinking behind thetree-tops and it was growing cool.
By and by Ojo lighted the fire and the logs blazed freely in the broadfireplace. The two sat in the firelight a long time—the old,white-bearded Munchkin and the little boy. Both were thinking. When itgrew quite dark outside, Ojo said:
"Eat your bread, Unc, and then we will go to bed."
But Unc Nunkie did not eat the bread; neither did he go directly tobed. Long after his little nephew was sound asleep in the corner of theroom the old man sat by the fire, thinking.
Chapter Two - The Crooked Magician
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Just at dawn next morning Unc Nunkie laid his hand tenderly on Ojo'shead and awakened him.
"Come," he said.
Ojo dressed. He wore blue silk stockings, blue knee pants with goldbuckles, a blue ruffled waist and a jacket of bright blue braided withgold. His shoes were of blue leather and turned up at the toes, whichwere pointed. His hat had a peaked crown and a flat brim, and aroundthe brim was a row of tiny golden bells that tinkled when he moved.This was the native costume of those who inhabited the Munchkin Countryof the Land of Oz, so Unc Nunkie's dress was much like that of hisnephew. Instead of shoes, the old man wore boots with turnover tops andhis blue coat had wide cuffs of gold braid.
The boy noticed that his uncle had not eaten the bread, and supposedthe old man had not been hungry. Ojo was hungry, though; so he dividedthe piece of bread upon the table and ate his half for breakfast,washing it down with fresh, cool water from the brook. Unc put theother piece of bread