The Country of the Quadlings
The four travelers passed through the rest of the forest in safety, and when
they came out from its gloom saw before them a steep hill, covered from top to
bottom with great pieces of rock.
"That will be a hard climb," said the Scarecrow, "but we must get over the hill,
So he led the way and the others followed. They had nearly reached the first
rock when they heard a rough voice cry out, "Keep back!"
"Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow.
Then a head showed itself over the rock and the same voice said, "This hill
belongs to us, and we don't allow anyone to cross it."
"But we must cross it," said the Scarecrow. "We're going to the country of the
"But you shall not!" replied the voice, and there stepped from behind the rock
the strangest man the travelers had ever seen.
He was quite short and stout and had a big head, which was flat at the top and
supported by a thick neck full of wrinkles. But he had no arms at all, and,
seeing this, the Scarecrow did not fear that so helpless a creature could
prevent them from climbing the hill. So he said, "I'm sorry not to do as you
wish, but we must pass over your hill whether you like it or not," and he walked
As quick as lightning the man's head shot forward and his neck stretched out
until the top of the head, where it was flat, struck the Scarecrow in the middle
and sent him tumbling, over and over, down the hill. Almost as quickly as it
came the head went back to the body, and the man laughed harshly as he said, "It
isn't as easy as you think!"
A chorus of boisterous laughter came from the other rocks, and Dorothy saw
hundreds of the armless Hammer-Heads upon the hillside, one behind every rock.
The Lion became quite angry at the laughter caused by the Scarecrow's mishap,
and giving a loud roar that echoed like thunder, he dashed up the hill.
Again a head shot swiftly out, and the great Lion went rolling down the hill as
if he had been struck by a cannon ball.
Dorothy ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his feet, and the Lion came up to
her, feeling rather bruised and sore, and said, "It is useless to fight people
with shooting heads; no one can withstand them."
"What can we do, then?" she asked.
"Call the Winged Monkeys," suggested the Tin Woodman. "You have still the right
to command them once more."
"Very well," she answered, and putting on the Golden Cap she uttered the magic
words. The Monkeys were as prompt as ever, and in a few moments the entire band
stood before her.
"What are your commands?" inquired the King of the Monkeys, bowing low.
"Carry us over the hill to the country of the Quadlings," answered the girl.
"It shall be done," said the King, and at once the Winged Monkeys caught the
four travelers and Toto up in their arms and flew away with them. As they passed
over the hill the Hammer-Heads yelled with vexation, and shot their heads high
in the air, but they could not reach the Winged Monkeys, which carried Dorothy
and her comrades safely over the hill and set them down in the beautiful country
of the Quadlings.
"This is the last time you can summon us," said the leader to Dorothy; "so
good-bye and good luck to you."
"Good-bye, and thank you very much," returned the girl; and the Monkeys rose
into the air and were out of sight in a twinkling.
The country of the Quadlings seemed rich and happy. There was field upon field
of ripening grain, with well-paved roads running between, and pretty rippling
brooks with strong bridges across them. The fences and houses and bridges were
all painted bright red, just as they had been painted yellow in the country of
the Winkies and blue in the country of the Munchkins. The Quadlings themselves,
who were short and fat and looked chubby and good-natured, were dressed all in
red, which showed bright against the green grass and the yellowing grain.
The Monkeys had set them down near a farmhouse, and the four travelers walked up
to it and knocked at the door. It was opened by the farmer's wife, and when
Dorothy asked for something to eat the woman gave them all a good dinner, with
three kinds of cake and four kinds of cookies, and a bowl of milk for Toto.
"How far is it to the Castle of Glinda?" asked the child.
"It is not a great way," answered the farmer's wife. "Take the road to the South
and you will soon reach it."
Thanking the good woman, they started afresh and walked by the fields and across
the pretty bridges until they saw before them a very beautiful Castle. Before
the gates were three young girls, dressed in handsome red uniforms trimmed with
gold braid; and as Dorothy approached, one of them said to her:
"Why have you come to the South Country?"
"To see the Good Witch who rules here," she answered. "Will you take me to her?"
"Let me have your name, and I will ask Glinda if she will receive you." They
told who they were, and the girl soldier went into the Castle. After a few
moments she came back to say that Dorothy and the others were to be admitted at