Dorothy decided to accept Ozma’s invitation to return with her to the
Land of Oz. There was no greater chance of her getting home from Ev
than from Oz, and the little girl was anxious to see once more the
country where she had encountered such wonderful adventures. By this
time Uncle Henry would have reached Australia in his ship, and had
probably given her up for lost; so he couldn’t worry any more than he
did if she stayed away from him a while longer. So she would go to Oz.
They bade good-bye to the people of Ev, and the King promised Ozma
that he would ever be grateful to her and render the Land of Oz any
service that might lie within his power.
And then they approached the edge of the dangerous desert, and Ozma
threw down the magic carpet, which at once unrolled far enough for all
of them to walk upon it without being crowded.
Tiktok, claiming to be Dorothy’s faithful follower because he belonged
to her, had been permitted to join the party, and before they started
the girl wound up his machinery as far as possible, and the copper man
stepped off as briskly as any one of them.
Ozma also invited Billina to visit the Land of Oz, and the yellow hen
was glad enough to go where new sights and scenes awaited her.
They began the trip across the desert early in the morning, and as
they stopped only long enough for Billina to lay her daily egg, before
sunset they espied the green slopes and wooded hills of the beautiful
Land of Oz. They entered it in the Munchkin territory, and the King
of the Munchkins met them at the border and welcomed Ozma with great
respect, being very pleased by her safe return. For Ozma of Oz ruled
the King of the Munchkins, the King of the Winkies, the King of the
Quadlings and the King of the Gillikins just as those kings ruled
their own people; and this supreme ruler of the Land of Oz lived in a
great town of her own, called the Emerald City, which was in the exact
center of the four kingdoms of the Land of Oz.
The Munchkin king entertained them at his palace that night, and in
the morning they set out for the Emerald City, travelling over a road
of yellow brick that led straight to the jewel-studded gates.
Everywhere the people turned out to greet their beloved Ozma, and to
hail joyfully the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion,
who were popular favorites. Dorothy, too, remembered some of the
people, who had befriended her on the occasion of her first visit to
Oz, and they were well pleased to see the little Kansas girl again,
and showered her with compliments and good wishes.
At one place, where they stopped to refresh themselves, Ozma accepted
a bowl of milk from the hands of a pretty dairy-maid. Then she looked
at the girl more closely, and exclaimed:
“Why, it’s Jinjur–isn’t it!”
“Yes, your Highness,” was the reply, as Jinjur dropped a low curtsy.
And Dorothy looked wonderingly at this lively appearing person, who
had once assembled an army of women and driven the Scarecrow from the
throne of the Emerald City, and even fought a battle with the powerful
army of Glinda the Sorceress.
“I’ve married a man who owns nine cows,” said Jinjur to Ozma, “and now
I am happy and contented and willing to lead a quiet life and mind my
“Where is your husband?” asked Ozma.
“He is in the house, nursing a black eye,” replied Jinjur, calmly.
“The foolish man would insist upon milking the red cow when I wanted
him to milk the white one; but he will know better next time, I am sure.”
Then the party moved on again, and after crossing a broad river on a
ferry and passing many fine farm houses that were dome shaped and
painted a pretty green color, they came in sight of a large building
that was covered with flags and bunting.
“I don’t remember that building,” said Dorothy. “What is it?”
“That is the College of Art and Athletic Perfection,” replied Ozma.
“I had it built quite recently, and the Woggle-Bug is it’s president.
It keeps him busy, and the young men who attend the college are no
worse off than they were before. You see, in this country are a
number of youths who do not like to work, and the college is an
excellent place for them.”
And now they came in sight of the Emerald City, and the people flocked
out to greet their lovely ruler. There were several bands and many
officers and officials of the realm, and a crowd of citizens in their
Thus the beautiful Ozma was escorted by a brilliant procession to her
royal city, and so great was the cheering that she was obliged to
constantly bow to the right and left to acknowledge the greetings of
That evening there was a grand reception in the royal palace, attended
by the most important persons of Oz, and Jack Pumpkinhead, who was a
little overripe but still active, read an address congratulating Ozma
of Oz upon the success of her generous mission to rescue the royal
family of a neighboring kingdom.
Then magnificent gold medals set with precious stones were presented
to each of the twenty-six officers; and the Tin Woodman was given a
new axe studded with diamonds; and the Scarecrow received a silver jar
of complexion powder. Dorothy was presented with a pretty coronet and
made a Princess of Oz, and Tiktok received two bracelets set with
eight rows of very clear and sparkling emeralds.
Afterward they sat down to a splendid feast, and Ozma put Dorothy at
her right and Billina at her left, where the hen sat upon a golden
roost and ate from a jeweled platter. Then were placed the Scarecrow,
the Tin Woodman and Tiktok, with baskets of lovely flowers before
them, because they did not require food. The twenty-six officers were
at the lower end of the table, and the Lion and the Tiger also had
seats, and were served on golden platters, that held a half a bushel
at one time.
The wealthiest and most important citizens of the Emerald City were
proud to wait upon these famous adventurers, and they were assisted by
a sprightly little maid named Jellia Jamb, whom the Scarecrow pinched
upon her rosy cheeks and seemed to know very well.
During the feast Ozma grew thoughtful, and suddenly she asked:
“Where is the private?”
“Oh, he is sweeping out the barracks,” replied one of the generals,
who was busy eating a leg of a turkey. “But I have ordered him a dish
of bread and molasses to eat when his work is done.”
“Let him be sent for,” said the girl ruler.
While they waited for this command to be obeyed, she enquired:
“Have we any other privates in the armies?”
“Oh, yes,” replied the Tin Woodman, “I believe there are
The private now entered, saluting his officers and the royal Ozma
“What is your name, my man?” asked the girl.
“Omby Amby,” answered the private.
“Then, Omby Amby,” said she, “I promote you to be Captain General of
all the armies of my kingdom, and especially to be Commander of my
Body Guard at the royal palace.”
“It is very expensive to hold so many offices,” said the private,
hesitating. “I have no money with which to buy uniforms.”
“You shall be supplied from the royal treasury,” said Ozma.
Then the private was given a seat at the table, where the other officers
welcomed him cordially, and the feasting and merriment were resumed.
Suddenly Jellia Jamb exclaimed:
“There is nothing more to eat! The Hungry Tiger has consumed everything!”
“But that is not the worst of it,” declared the Tiger, mournfully.
“Somewhere or somehow, I’ve actually lost my appetite!”