'Why, that isn't very far from Kansas!' cried Dorothy.
'No, but it's farther from here,' he said, shaking his head at her sadly. 'When I grew up I became a ventriloquist, and at that I was very well trained by a great master. I can imitate any kind of a bird or beast.' Here he mewed so like a kitten that Toto pricked up his ears and looked everywhere to see where she was. 'After a time,' continued Oz, 'I tired of that, and became a balloonist.'
'What is that?' asked Dorothy.
'A man who goes up in a balloon on circus day, so as to draw a crowd of people together and get them to pay to see the circus,' he explained.
'Oh,' she said, 'I know.'
'Well, one day I went up in a balloon and the ropes got twisted, so that I couldn't come down again. It went way up above the clouds, so far that a current of air struck it and carried it many, many miles away. For a day and a night I traveled through the air, and on the morning of the second day I awoke and found the balloon floating over a strange and beautiful country.
'It came down gradually, and I was not hurt a bit. But I found myself in the midst of a strange people, who, seeing me come from the clouds, thought I was a great Wizard. Of course I let them think so, because they were afraid of me, and promised to do anything I wished them to.
'Just to amuse myself, and keep the good people busy, I ordered them to build this City, and my Palace; and they did it all willingly and well. Then I thought, as the country was so green and beautiful, I would call it the Emerald City; and to make the name fit better I put green spectacles on all the people, so that everything they saw was green.'
'But isn't everything here green?' asked Dorothy.
'No more than in any other city,' replied Oz; 'but when you wear green spectacles, why of course everything you see looks green to you. The Emerald City was built a great many years ago, for I was a young man when the balloon brought me here, and I am a very old man now. But my people have worn green glasses on their eyes so long that most of them think it really is an Emerald City, and it certainly is a beautiful place, abounding in jewels and precious metals, and every good thing that is needed to make one happy. I have been good to the people, and they like me; but ever since this Palace was built, I have shut myself up and would not see any of them.
'One of my greatest fears was the Witches, for while I had no magical powers at all I soon found out that the Witches were really able to do wonderful things. There were four of them in this country, and they ruled the people who live in the North and South and East and West. Fortunately, the Witches of the North and South were good, and I knew they would do me no harm; but the Witches of the East and West were terribly wicked, and had they not thought I was more powerful than they themselves, they would surely have destroyed me. As it was, I lived in deadly fear of them for many years; so you can imagine how pleased I was when I heard your house had fallen on the Wicked Witch of the East. When you came to me, I was willing to promise anything if you would only do away with the other Witch; but, now that you have melted her, I am ashamed to say that I cannot keep my promises.'
'I think you are a very bad man,' said Dorothy.
'Oh, no, my dear; I'm really a very good man, but I'm a very bad Wizard, I must admit.'
'Can't you give me brains?' asked the Scarecrow.
'You don't need them. You are learning something every day. A baby has brains, but it doesn't know much. Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the more experience you are sure to get.'
'That may all be true,' said the Scarecrow, 'but I shall be very unhappy unless you give me brains.'
The false Wizard looked at him carefully.
'Well,' he said with a sigh, 'I'm not much of a magician, as I said; but if you will come to me tomorrow morning, I will stuff your head with brains. I cannot tell you how to use them, however; you must find that out for yourself.'
'Oh, thank you – thank you!' cried the Scarecrow. 'I'll find a way to use them, never fear!'
'But how about my courage?' asked the Lion anxiously.
'You have plenty of courage, I am sure,' answered Oz. 'All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty.'
'Perhaps I have, but I'm scared just the same,' said the Lion. 'I shall really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that makes one forget he is afraid.'
'Very well, I will give you that sort of courage tomorrow,' replied Oz.
'How about my heart?' asked the Tin Woodman.
'Why, as for that,' answered Oz, 'I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart.'
'That must be a matter of opinion,' said the Tin Woodman. 'For my part, I will bear all the unhappiness without a murmur, if you will give me the heart.'
'Very well,' answered Oz meekly. 'Come to me tomorrow and you shall have a heart. I have played Wizard for so many years that I may as well continue the part a little longer.'
'And now,' said Dorothy, 'how am I to get back to Kansas?'
'We shall have to think about that,' replied the little man. 'Give me two or three days to consider the matter and I'll try to find a way to carry you over the desert. In the meantime you shall all be treated as my guests, and while you live in the Palace my people will wait upon you and obey your slightest wish. There is only one thing I ask in return for my help – such as it is. You must keep my secret and tell no one I am a humbug.'
They agreed to say nothing of what they had learned, and went back to their rooms in high spirits. Even Dorothy had hope that 'The Great and Terrible Humbug,' as she called him, would find a way to send her back to Kansas, and if he did she was willing to forgive him everything.
16. The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
Next morning the Scarecrow said to his friends:
'Congratulate me. I am going to Oz to get my brains at last. When I return I shall be as other men are.'
'I have always liked you as you were,' said Dorothy simply.
'It is kind of you to like a Scarecrow,' he replied. 'But surely you will think more of me when you hear the splendid thoughts my new brain is going to turn out.' Then he said good-bye to them all in a cheerful voice and went to the Throne Room, where he rapped upon the door.
'Come in,' said Oz.
The Scarecrow went in and found the little man sitting down by the window, engaged in deep thought.
'I have come for my brains,' remarked the Scarecrow, a little uneasily.
'Oh, yes; sit down in that chair, please,' replied Oz. 'You must excuse me for taking your head off, but I shall have to do it in order to put your brains in their proper place.'
'That's all right,' said the Scarecrow. 'You are quite welcome to take my head off, as long as it will be a better one when you put it on again.'
So the Wizard unfastened his head and emptied out the straw. Then he entered the back room and took up a measure of bran, which he mixed with a great many pins and needles. Having shaken them together thoroughly, he filled the top of the Scarecrow's head with the mixture and stuffed the rest of the space with straw, to hold it in place.
When he had fastened the Scarecrow's head on his body again he said to him, 'Hereafter you will be a great man, for I have given you a lot of bran-new brains.'
The Scarecrow was both pleased and proud at the fulfillment of his greatest wish, and having thanked Oz warmly he went back to his friends.
