Chapter 15
It was a beautiful evening, so they drew their camp chairs in a circlebefore one of the tents and began to tell stories to amuse themselvesand pass away the time before they went to bed.
Pretty soon a zebra was seen coming out of the forest, and he trottedstraight up to them and said politely:
"Good evening, people."
The zebra was a sleek little animal and had a slender head, a stubbymane and a paint-brush tail--very like a donkey's. His neatly shapedwhite body was covered with regular bars of dark brown, and his hoofswere delicate as those of a deer.
"Good evening, friend Zebra," said Omby Amby, in reply to thecreature's greeting. "Can we do anything for you?"
"Yes," answered the zebra. "I should like you to settle a disputethat has long been a bother to me, as to whether there is more wateror land in the world."
"Who are you disputing with?" asked the Wizard.
"With a soft-shell crab," said the zebra. "He lives in a pool where Igo to drink every day, and he is a very impertinent crab, I assureyou. I have told him many times that the land is much greater inextent than the water, but he will not be convinced. Even this veryevening, when I told him he was an insignificant creature who lived ina small pool, he asserted that the water was greater and moreimportant than the land. So, seeing your camp, I decided to ask you tosettle the dispute for once and all, that I may not be further annoyedby this ignorant crab."
When they had listened to this explanation Dorothy inquired:
"Where is the soft-shell crab?"
"Not far away," replied the zebra. "If you will agree to judgebetween us I will run and get him."
"Run along, then," said the little girl.
So the animal pranced into the forest and soon came trotting back tothem. When he drew near they found a soft-shell crab clinging fastto the stiff hair of the zebra's head, where it held on by one claw.
"Now then, Mr. Crab," said the zebra, "here are the people I told youabout; and they know more than you do, who lives in a pool, and morethan I do, who lives in a forest. For they have been travelers allover the world, and know every part of it."
"There is more of the world than Oz," declared the crab,in a stubborn voice.
"That is true," said Dorothy; "but I used to live in Kansas, in theUnited States, and I've been to California and to Australia and sohas Uncle Henry."
"For my part," added the Shaggy Man, "I've been to Mexico and Bostonand many other foreign countries."
"And I," said the Wizard, "have been to Europe and Ireland."
"So you see," continued the zebra, addressing the crab, "here arepeople of real consequence, who know what they are talking about."
"Then they know there's more water in the world than there is land,"asserted the crab, in a shrill, petulant voice.
"They know you are wrong to make such an absurd statement, and they willprobably think you are a lobster instead of a crab," retorted the animal.
At this taunt the crab reached out its other claw and seized thezebra's ear, and the creature gave a cry of pain and began prancing upand down, trying to shake off the crab, which clung fast.
"Stop pinching!" cried the zebra. "You promised not to pinch if Iwould carry you here!"
"And you promised to treat me respectfully," said the crab, letting gothe ear.
"Well, haven't I?" demanded the zebra.
"No; you called me a lobster," said the crab.
"Ladies and gentlemen," continued the zebra, "please pardon my poorfriend, because he is ignorant and stupid, and does not understand.Also the pinch of his claw is very annoying. So pray tell him thatthe world contains more land than water, and when he has heard yourjudgment I will carry him back and dump him into his pool, where Ihope he will be more modest in the future."
"But we cannot tell him that," said Dorothy, gravely, "because itwould not be true."
"What!" exclaimed the zebra, in astonishment; "do I hear you aright?"
"The soft-shell crab is correct," declared the Wizard. "There isconsiderably more water than there is land in the world."
"Impossible!" protested the zebra. "Why, I can run for days upon theland, and find but little water."
"Did you ever see an ocean?" asked Dorothy.
"Never," admitted the zebra. "There is no such thing as an ocean inthe Land of Oz."
"Well, there are several oceans in the world," said Dorothy, "andpeople sail in ships upon these oceans for weeks and weeks, and neversee a bit of land at all. And the joggerfys will tell you that allthe oceans put together are bigger than all the land put together."
At this the crab began laughing in queer chuckles that remindedDorothy of the way Billina sometimes cackled.
"NOW will you give up, Mr. Zebra?" it cried, jeeringly; "now willyou give up?"
The zebra seemed much humbled.
"Of course I cannot read geographys," he said.
"You could take one of the Wizard's School Pills," suggested Billina,"and that would make you learned and wise without studying."
The crab began laughing again, which so provoked the zebra that hetried to shake the little creature off. This resulted in moreear-pinching, and finally Dorothy told them that if they could notbehave they must go back to the forest.
"I'm sorry I asked you to decide this question," said the zebra,crossly. "So long as neither of us could prove we were right wequite enjoyed the dispute; but now I can never drink at that poolagain without the soft-shell crab laughing at me. So I must findanother drinking place."
"Do! Do, you ignoramus!" shouted the crab, as loudly as his littlevoice would carry. "Rile some other pool with your clumsy hoofs,and let your betters alone after this!"
Then the zebra trotted back to the forest, bearing the crab with him,and disappeared amid the gloom of the trees. And as it was now gettingdark the travelers said good night to one another and went to bed.
Dorothy awoke just as the light was beginning to get strong nextmorning, and not caring to sleep any later she quietly got out ofbed, dressed herself, and left the tent where Aunt Em was yetpeacefully slumbering.
Outside she noticed Billina busily pecking around to secure bugs orother food for breakfast, but none of the men in the other tent seemedawake. So the little girl decided to take a walk in the woods and tryto discover some path or road that they might follow when they againstarted upon their journey.
She had reached the edge of the forest when the Yellow Hen camefluttering along and asked where she was going.
"Just to take a walk, Billina; and maybe I'll find some path,"said Dorothy.
"Then I'll go along," decided Billina, and scarcely had she spokenwhen Toto ran up and joined them.
Toto and the Yellow Hen had become quite friendly by this time,although at first they did not get along well together. Billina hadbeen rather suspicious of dogs, and Toto had had an idea that it wasevery dog's duty to chase a hen on sight. But Dorothy had talked tothem and scolded them for not being agreeable to one another untilthey grew better acquainted and became friends.
I won't say they loved each other dearly, but at least they hadstopped quarreling and now managed to get on together very well.
The day was growing lighter every minute and driving the black shadowsout of the forest; so Dorothy found it very pleasant walking under thetrees. She went some distance in one direction, but not finding apath, presently turned in a different direction. There was no pathhere, either, although she advanced quite a way into the forest,winding here and there among the trees and peering through the bushesin an endeavor to find some beaten track.
"I think we'd better go back," suggested the Yellow Hen, after a time."The people will all be up by this time and breakfast will be ready."
"Very well," agreed Dorothy. "Let's see--the camp must be over this way."
She had probably made a mistake about that, for after they had gonefar enough to have reached the camp they still found themselves in thethick of the woods. So the little girl stopped short and lookedaround her, and Toto glanced up into her face with his bright littleeyes and wagged his tail as if he knew something was wrong. Hecouldn't tell much about direction himself, because he had spent histime prowling among the bushes and running here and there; nor hadBillina paid much attention to where they were going, being interestedin picking bugs from the moss as they passed along. The Yellow Hennow turned one eye up toward the little girl and asked:
"Have you forgotten where the camp is, Dorothy?"
"Yes," she admitted; "have you, Billina?"
"I didn't try to remember," returned Billina. "I'd no idea you wouldget lost, Dorothy."
"It's the thing we don't expect, Billina, that usually happens,"observed the girl, thoughtfully. "But it's no use standing here.Let's go in that direction," pointing a finger at random. "It may bewe'll get out of the forest over there."
So on they went again, but this way the trees were closer together,and the vines were so tangled that often they tripped Dorothy up.
Suddenly a voice cried sharply:
"Halt!"
At first, Dorothy could see nothing, although she looked around verycarefully. But Billina exclaimed:
"Well, I declare!"
"What is it?" asked the little girl: for Toto began barking atsomething, and following his gaze she discovered what it was.
A row of spoons had surrounded the three, and these spoons stoodstraight up on their handles and carried swords and muskets. Theirfaces were outlined in the polished bowls and they looked very sternand severe.
Dorothy laughed at the queer things.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"We're the Spoon Brigade," said one.
"In the service of his Majesty King Kleaver," said another.
"And you are our prisoners," said a third.
Dorothy sat down on an old stump and looked at them, her eyestwinkling with amusement.
"What would happen," she inquired, "if I should set my dogon your Brigade?"
"He would die," replied one of the spoons, sharply. "One shot fromour deadly muskets would kill him, big as he is."
"Don't risk it, Dorothy," advised the Yellow Hen. "Remember this isa fairy country, yet none of us three happens to be a fairy."
Dorothy grew sober at this.
"P'raps you're right, Billina," she answered. "But how funny it is,to be captured by a lot of spoons!"
"I do not see anything very funny about it," declared a spoon. "We'rethe regular military brigade of the kingdom."
"What kingdom?" she asked.
"Utensia," said he.
"I never heard of it before," asserted Dorothy. Then she addedthoughtfully, "I don't believe Ozma ever heard of Utensia, either.Tell me, are you not subjects of Ozma of Oz?"
"We have never heard of her," retorted a spoon. "We are subjects ofKing Kleaver, and obey only his orders, which are to bring allprisoners to him as soon as they are captured. So step lively, mygirl, and march with us, or we may be tempted to cut off a few of yourtoes with our swords."
This threat made Dorothy laugh again. She did not believe she was inany danger; but here was a new and interesting adventure, so she waswilling to be taken to Utensia that she might see what King Kleaver'skingdom was like.