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After leaving the Whimsies, Guph continued on his journey and
penetrated far into the Northwest. He wanted to get to the Country of
the Growleywogs, and in order to do that he must cross the Ripple
Land, which was a hard thing to do. For the Ripple Land was a
succession of hills and valleys, all very steep and rocky, and they
changed places constantly by rippling. While Guph was climbing a
hill it sank down under him and became a valley, and while he was
descending into a valley it rose up and carried him to the top of a
hill. This was very perplexing to the traveler, and a stranger might
have thought he could never cross the Ripple Land at all. But Guph
knew that if he kept steadily on he would get to the end at last; so
he paid no attention to the changing hills and valleys and plodded
along as calmly as if walking upon the level ground.
The result of this wise persistence was that the General finally
reached firmer soil and, after penetrating a dense forest, came to the
Dominion of the Growleywogs.
No sooner had he crossed the border of this domain when two guards
seized him and carried him before the Grand Gallipoot of the
Growleywogs, who scowled upon him ferociously and asked him why he
dared intrude upon his territory.
“I’m the Lord High General of the Invincible Army of the Nomes, and my
name is Guph,” was the reply. “All the world trembles when that name
The Growleywogs gave a shout of jeering laughter at this, and one of
them caught the Nome in his strong arms and tossed him high into the
air. Guph was considerably shaken when he fell upon the hard ground,
but he appeared to take no notice of the impertinence and composed
himself to speak again to the Grand Gallipoot.
“My master, King Roquat the Red, has sent me here to confer with you.
He wishes your assistance to conquer the Land of Oz.”
Here the General paused, and the Grand Gallipoot scowled upon him more
terribly than ever and said:
The voice of the Grand Gallipoot was partly a roar and partly a growl.
He mumbled his words badly and Guph had to listen carefully in order
to understand him.
These Growleywogs were certainly remarkable creatures. They were of
gigantic size, yet were all bone and skin and muscle, there being no
meat or fat upon their bodies at all. Their powerful muscles lay just
underneath their skins, like bunches of tough rope, and the weakest
Growleywog was so strong that he could pick up an elephant and toss it
seven miles away.
It seems unfortunate that strong people are usually so disagreeable
and overbearing that no one cares for them. In fact, to be different
from your fellow creatures is always a misfortune. The Growleywogs
knew that they were disliked and avoided by every one, so they had
become surly and unsociable even among themselves. Guph knew that
they hated all people, including the Nomes; but he hoped to win them
over, nevertheless, and knew that if he succeeded they would afford
him very powerful assistance.
“The Land of Oz is ruled by a namby-pamby girl who is disgustingly
kind and good,” he continued. “Her people are all happy and contented
and have no care or worries whatever.”
“Go on!” growled the Grand Gallipoot.
“Once the Nome King enslaved the Royal Family of Ev–another
goody-goody lot that we detest,” said the General. “But Ozma
interfered, although it was none of her business, and marched her army
against us. With her was a Kansas girl named Dorothy, and a Yellow
Hen, and they marched directly into the Nome King’s cavern. There
they liberated our slaves from Ev and stole King Roquat’s Magic Belt,
which they carried away with them. So now our King is making a tunnel
under the deadly desert, so we can march through it to the Emerald
City. When we get there we mean to conquer and destroy all the land
and recapture the Magic Belt.”
Again he paused, and again the Grand Gallipoot growled:
Guph tried to think what to say next, and a happy thought soon
occurred to him.
“We want you to help us in this conquest,” he announced, “for we need
the mighty aid of the Growleywogs in order to make sure that we shall
not be defeated. You are the strongest people in all the world, and
you hate good and happy creatures as much as we Nomes do. I am sure
it will be a real pleasure to you to tear down the beautiful Emerald
City, and in return for your valuable assistance we will allow you to
bring back to your country ten thousand people of Oz, to be your slaves.”
“Twenty thousand!” growled the Grand Gallipoot.
“All right, we promise you twenty thousand,” agreed the General.
The Gallipoot made a signal and at once his attendants picked up
General Guph and carried him away to a prison, where the jailer amused
himself by sticking pins in the round fat body of the old Nome, to see
him jump and hear him yell.
But while this was going on the Grand Gallipoot was talking with his
counselors, who were the most important officials of the Growleywogs.
When he had stated to them the proposition of the Nome King, he said:
“My advice is to offer to help them. Then, when we have conquered the
Land of Oz, we will take not only our twenty thousand prisoners but
all the gold and jewels we want.”
“Let us take the Magic Belt, too,” suggested one counselor.
“And rob the Nome King and make him our slave,” said another.
“That is a good idea,” declared the Grand Gallipoot. “I’d like King
Roquat for my own slave. He could black my boots and bring me my
porridge every morning while I am in bed.”
“There is a famous Scarecrow in Oz. I’ll take him for my slave,” said
“I’ll take Tiktok, the machine man,” said another.
“Give me the Tin Woodman,” said a third.
They went on for some time, dividing up the people and the treasure of
Oz in advance of the conquest. For they had no doubt at all that they
would be able to destroy Ozma’s domain. Were they not the strongest
people in all the world?
“The deadly desert has kept us out of Oz before,” remarked the Grand
Gallipoot, “but now that the Nome King is building a tunnel we shall
get into the Emerald City very easily. So let us send the little fat
General back to his King with our promise to assist him. We will not
say that we intend to conquer the Nomes after we have conquered Oz,
but we will do so, just the same.”
This plan being agreed upon, they all went home to dinner, leaving
General Guph still in prison. The Nome had no idea that he had
succeeded in his mission, for finding himself in prison he feared the
Growleywogs intended to put him to death.
By this time the jailer had tired of sticking pins in the General, and
was amusing himself by carefully pulling the Nome’s whiskers out by
the roots, one at a time. This enjoyment was interrupted by the Grand
Gallipoot sending for the prisoner.
“Wait a few hours,” begged the jailer. “I haven’t pulled out a
quarter of his whiskers yet.”
“If you keep the Grand Gallipoot waiting, he’ll break your back,”
declared the messenger.
“Perhaps you’re right,” sighed the jailer. “Take the prisoner away,
if you will, but I advise you to kick him at every step he takes. It
will be good fun, for he is as soft as a ripe peach.”
So Guph was led away to the royal castle, where the Grand Gallipoot
told him that the Growleywogs had decided to assist the Nomes in
conquering the Land of Oz.
“Whenever you are ready,” he added, “send me word and I will march
with eighteen thousand of my most powerful warriors to your aid.”
Guph was so delighted that he forgot all the smarting caused by the
pins and the pulling of whiskers. He did not even complain of the
treatment he had received, but thanked the Grand Gallipoot and hurried
away upon his journey.
He had now secured the assistance of the Whimsies and the Growleywogs;
but his success made him long for still more allies. His own life
depended upon his conquering Oz, and he said to himself:
“I’ll take no chances. I’ll be certain of success. Then, when Oz is
destroyed, perhaps I shall be a greater man than old Roquat, and I can
throw him away and be King of the Nomes myself. Why not? The
Whimsies are stronger than the Nomes, and they also are my friends.
There are some people still stronger than the Growleywogs, and if I
can but induce them to aid me I shall have nothing more to fear.”