upon his square back end and looking at her
reflectively, while Toto barked
joyously to find his
mistress unhurt after her
whirlwind trip.
"Good!" said the Woozy; "here's another and a dog,
both safe and sound. But, my word, Dorothy, you flew
some! If you could have seen yourself, you'd have been
absolutely astonished."
"They say 'Time flies,'" laughed Button-Bright; "but
Time never made a quicker journey than that."
Just then, as Dorothy turned around to look at the
whirling mountains, she was in time to see tiny Trot
come flying from the nearest hill to fall upon the soft
grass not a yard away from where she stood. Trot was so
dizzy she couldn't stand, at first, but she wasn't at
all hurt and
presently Betsy came flying to them and
would have bumped into the others had they not treated
in time to avoid her.
Then, in quick
succession, came the Lion, Hank and
the Sawhorse, bounding from mountain to mountain to
fall
safely upon the greensward. Only the Wizard was
now left behind and they waited so long for him that
Dorothy began to be worried. But suddenly he came
flying from the nearest mountain and tumbled heels over
head beside them. Then they saw that he had wound two
of their blankets around his body, to keep the bumps
from hurting him, and had fastened the blankets with
some of the spare straps from the
harness of the
Sawhorse.
Chapter Eight
The Mysterious City
There they sat upon the grass, their heads still
swimming from their dizzy flights, and looked at one
another in silent
bewilderment. But
presently, when
assured that no one was injured, they grew. more calm
and collected and the Lion said with a sigh of relief:
"Who would have thought those Merry-Go-Round
Mountains were made of rubber?"
"Are they really rubber?" asked Trot.
"They must be," replied the Lion, "for
otherwise we
would not have bounded so
swiftly from one to another
without getting hurt."
"That is all guesswork," declared the Wizard,
unwinding the blankets from his body, "for none of us
stayed long enough on the mountains to discover what
they are made of. But where are we?"
"That's guesswork, too," said Scraps. "The shepherd
said the Thistle-Eaters live this side of the mountains
and are waited on by giants."
"Oh, no," said Dorothy; "it's the Herkus who
have giant slaves, and the Thistle-Eaters hitch
dragons to their chariots."
"How could they do that?" asked the Woozy. "Dragons
have long tails, which would get in the way of the
chariot wheels'."
"And, if the Herkus have conquered the giants," said
Trot, "they must be at least twice the size of giants.
P'raps the Herkus are the biggest people in all the
world!"
"Perhaps they are," assented the Wizard, in a
thoughtful tone of voice. "And perhaps the shepherd
didn't know what he was talking about. Let us travel on
toward the west and discover for ourselves what the
people of this country are like."
It, seemed a pleasant enough country, and it was
quite still and
peaceful when they turned their eyes
away from the
silently whirling mountains. There were
trees here and there and green bushes, while throughout
the thick grass were scattered
brilliantly colored
flowers. About a mile away was a low hill that hid from
them all the country beyond it, so they realized they
could not tell much about the country until they had
crossed the hill.
The Red Wagon having been left behind, it was now
necessary to make other arrangements for traveling. The
Lion told Dorothy she could ride upon his back, as she
had often done before, and the Woozy said he could
easily carry both Trot and the Patchwork Girl. Betsy
still had her mule, Hank, and Button-Bright and the
Wizard could sit together upon the long, thin back of
the Sawhorse, but they took care to
soften their seat
with a pad of blankets before they started. Thus
mounted, the adventurers started for the hill, which
was reached after a brief journey.
As they mounted the crest and gazed beyond the hill
they discovered not far away a walled city, from the
towers and spires of which gay banners were flying. It
was not a very big city, indeed, but its walls were
very high and thick and it appeared that the people who
lived there must have feared attack by a powerful
enemy, else they would not have surrounded their
dwellings with so strong a barrier.
There was no path leading from the mountains to the
city, and this proved that the people seldom or never
visited the whirling hills; but our friends found the
grass soft and
agreeable to travel over and with the
city before them they could not well lose their way.
When they drew nearer to the walls, the
breeze carried
to their ears the sound of music -- dim at first but
growing louder as they advanced.
"That doesn't seem like a very terr'ble place,"
remarked Dorothy.
"Well, it looks all right," replied Trot, from her
seat on the Woozy, "but looks can't always be trusted."
"My looks can," said Scraps. "I look patchwork, and I
am patchwork, and no one but a blind owl could ever
doubt that I'm the Patchwork Girl." Saying which she
turned a somersault off the Woozy and, alighting on
her feet, began wildly dancing about.
"Are owls ever blind?" asked Trot.
"Always, in the daytime," said Button-Bright. "But
Scraps can see with her
button eyes both day and night.
Isn't it queer?"
"It's queer that
buttons can see at all," answered
Trot; "but -- good gracious! what's become of the
city?"
"I was going to ask that myself," said Dorothy. "It's
gone!"
The animals came to a sudden halt, for the city had
really disappeared -- walls and all -- and before them
lay the clear,
unbroken sweep of the country.
"Dear me!" exclaimed the Wizard. "This is rather
dis
agreeable. It is
annoying to travel almost to a
place and then find it is not there."
"Where can it be, then?" asked Dorothy. "It cert'nly
was there a minute ago."
"I can hear the music yet," declared Button-Bright,
and when they all listened the strains of music could
plainly be heard.
"Oh! there's the city -- over at the left," called
Scraps, and turning their eyes they saw the walls and
towers and fluttering banners far to the left of them.
"We must have lost our way," suggested Dorothy.
"Nonsense," said the Lion. "I, and all the other
animals, have been tramping straight toward the city
ever since we first saw it."
"Then how does it happen --"
"Never mind," interrupted the Wizard, "we are no
farther from it than we were before. It is in a
different direction, that's all; so let us hurry and
get there before it again escapes us.
So on they went, directly toward the city, which
seemed only a couple of miles distant; but when they
had
traveled less than a mile it suddenly disappeared
again. Once more they paused, somewhat discouraged, but
in a moment the
button eyes of Scraps again discovered
the city, only this time it was just behind them, in
the direction from which they had come.
"Goodness gracious!" cried Dorothy. "There's surely
something wrong with that city. Do you s'pose it's on
wheels, Wizard?"
"It may not be a city at all," he replied, looking
toward it with a
speculative gaze.
"What could it be, then?"
"Just an illusion."
"What's that?" asked Trot.
"Something you think you see and don't see."
"I can't believe that," said Button-Bright. "If we
only saw it, we might be
mistaken, but if we can see it
and hear it, too, it must be there."
"Where?" asked the Patchwork Girl.
"Somewhere near us," he insisted.
"We will have to go back, I suppose," said the Woozy,
with a sigh.
So back they turned and headed for the walled city
until it disappeared again, Only to
reappear at the
right of them. They were
constantly getting nearer to
it, however, so they kept their faces turned toward it
as it flitted here and there to all points of the
compass. Presently the Lion, who was leading the
procession, halted
abruptly and cried out: "Ouch!"
"What's the matter?" asked Dorothy.
"Ouch -- Ouch!~
repeated the Lion, and leaped
backward so suddenly that Dorothy nearly tumbled from
his back. At the same time Hank the Mule yelled "Ouch!"
almost as loudly as the Lion had done, and he also
pranced
backward a few paces.
"It's the thistles," said Betsy. "They prick their
legs."
Hearing this, all looked down, and sure enough the
ground was thick with thistles, which covered the plain
from the point where they stood way up to the walls of
the
mysterious city. No pathways through them could be
seen at all; here the soft grass ended and the growth
of thistles began.
"They're the prickliest thistles I ever felt,"
grumbled the Lion. "My legs smart yet from their
stings, though I jumped out of them as quick as I
could."
"Here is a new difficulty," remarked the Wizard in a
grieved tone. "The city has stopped hopping around, it
is true; but how are we to get to it, over this mass of
prickers?"
"They can't hurt me," said the thick-skinned Woozy,
advancing fearlessly and trampling among the thistles.
"Nor me," said the Wooden Sawhorse.
"But the Lion and the Mule cannot stand the
prickers," asserted Dorothy, "and we can't leave them
behind."
"Must we all go back?" asked Trot.
"Course not!" replied Button-Bright scornfully.
"Always, when there's trouble, there's a way out of it,