“Why don’t you run and jump?” asked the Scarecrow. The Scarecrow sat upon the Lion’s back, and the big beast walked to the edge of the gulf and crouched down. So get on my back and we will make the attempt.” “I am terribly afraid of falling, myself,” said the Cowardly Lion, “but I suppose there is nothing to do but try it. But if I am on your back it will not matter so much, for the fall would not hurt me at all.” “I will,” declared the Scarecrow, “for, if you found that you could not jump over the gulf, Dorothy would be killed, or the Tin Woodman badly dented on the rocks below. “Then we are all right,” answered the Scarecrow, “for you can carry us all over on your back, one at a time.” “I think I could jump over it,” said the Cowardly Lion, after measuring the distance carefully in his mind. Therefore, if we cannot jump over it, we must stop where we are.” Neither can we climb down into this great ditch. “I haven’t the faintest idea,” said the Tin Woodman, and the Lion shook his shaggy mane and looked thoughtful.īut the Scarecrow said, “We cannot fly, that is certain. “What shall we do?” asked Dorothy despairingly. The sides were so steep that none of them could climb down, and for a moment it seemed that their journey must end. It was a very wide ditch, and when they crept up to the edge and looked into it they could see it was also very deep, and there were many big, jagged rocks at the bottom. They had hardly been walking an hour when they saw before them a great ditch that crossed the road and divided the forest as far as they could see on either side. This was to be an eventful day for the travelers. When it was daylight, the girl bathed her face in a little rippling brook, and soon after they all started toward the Emerald City. These kept her very snug and warm, and she slept soundly until morning. So he kept a good distance away from the flames, and only came near to cover Dorothy with dry leaves when she lay down to sleep. But the Scarecrow did not mind how long it took him to fill the basket, for it enabled him to keep away from the fire, as he feared a spark might get into his straw and burn him up. His padded hands were so clumsy and the nuts were so small that he dropped almost as many as he put in the basket. She thought this was very kind and thoughtful of the Scarecrow, but she laughed heartily at the awkward way in which the poor creature picked up the nuts. And the Scarecrow found a tree full of nuts and filled Dorothy’s basket with them, so that she would not be hungry for a long time. “I should certainly weep if you killed a poor deer, and then my jaws would rust again.”īut the Lion went away into the forest and found his own supper, and no one ever knew what it was, for he didn’t mention it. “Don’t! Please don’t,” begged the Tin Woodman. You can roast it by the fire, since your tastes are so peculiar that you prefer cooked food, and then you will have a very good breakfast.” “If you wish,” said the Lion, “I will go into the forest and kill a deer for you. She and Toto ate the last of their bread, and now she did not know what they would do for breakfast. The tree made a good, thick covering to protect them from the dew, and the Tin Woodman chopped a great pile of wood with his axe and Dorothy built a splendid fire that warmed her and made her feel less lonely. They were obliged to camp out that night under a large tree in the forest, for there were no houses near. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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