When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the doorway,
they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther. But the
little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice:
''You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins. We are
so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and for setting
our people free from bondage.''
Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder. What could the little woman possibly
mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the Wicked Witch of the
East? Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl, who had been carried by a cyclone
many miles from home; and she had never killed anything in all her life.
But the little woman evidently expected her to answer; so Dorothy said, with
hesitation, ''You are very kind, but there must be some mistake. I have not killed
''Your house did, anyway,'' replied the little old woman, with a laugh, ''and
that is the same thing. See!'' she continued, pointing to the corner of the house.
''There are her two feet, still sticking out from under a block of wood.''
Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright. There, indeed, just under the
corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in
silver shoes with pointed toes.
''Oh, dear! Oh, dear!'' cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay.
''The house must have fallen on her. Whatever shall we do?''
''There is nothing to be done,'' said the little woman calmly.
''But who was she?'' asked Dorothy.
''She was the Wicked Witch of the East, as I said,'' answered the little woman.
''She has held all the Munchkins in bondage for many years, making them slave for
her night and day. Now they are all set free, and are grateful to you for the favor.''
''Who are the Munchkins?'' inquired Dorothy.
''They are the people who live in this land of the East where the Wicked Witch
''Are you a Munchkin?'' asked Dorothy.
''No, but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North. When they
saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift messenger to me, and
I came at once. I am the Witch of the North.''
''Oh, gracious!'' cried Dorothy. ''Are you a real witch?''
''Yes, indeed,'' answered the little woman. ''But I am a good witch, and the
people love me. I am not as powerful as the Wicked Witch was who ruled here, or
I should have set the people free myself.''
''But I thought all witches were wicked,'' said the girl, who was half frightened
at facing a real witch. ''Oh, no, that is a great mistake. There were only four
witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and
the South, are good witches. I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and
cannot be mistaken. Those who dwelt in the East and the West were, indeed, wicked
witches; but now that you have killed one of them, there is but one Wicked Witch
in all the Land of Oz - the one who lives in the West.''
''But,'' said Dorothy, after a moment's thought, ''Aunt Em has told me that the
witches were all dead - years and years ago.''
''Who is Aunt Em?'' inquired the little old woman.
''She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came from.''
The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, with her head bowed and her
eyes upon the ground. Then she looked up and said, ''I do not know where Kansas
is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before. But tell me, is it a civilized
''Oh, yes,'' replied Dorothy.
''Then that accounts for it. In the civilized countries I believe there are no
witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land
of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world.
Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us.''
''Who are the wizards?'' asked Dorothy.
''Oz himself is the Great Wizard,'' answered the Witch, sinking her voice to
a whisper. ''He is more powerful than all the rest of us together. He lives in the
City of Emeralds.''
Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then the Munchkins, who had
been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the house
where the Wicked Witch had been lying.
''What is it?'' asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh. The
feet of the dead Witch had disappeared entirely, and nothing was left but the silver
''She was so old,'' explained the Witch of the North, that she dried up quickly
in the sun. That is the end of her. But the silver shoes are yours, and you shall
have them to wear.'' She reached down and picked up the shoes, and after shaking
the dust out of them handed them to Dorothy.
''The Witch of the East was proud of those silver shoes,'' said one of the Munchkins,
''and there is some charm connected with them; but what it is we never knew.''
Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table. Then she
came out again to the Munchkins and said:
''I am anxious to get back to my aunt and uncle, for I am sure they will worry
about me. Can you help me find my way?''
The Munchkins and the Witch first looked at one another, and then at Dorothy,
and then shook their heads.
''At the East, not far from here,'' said one, ''there is a great desert, and
none could live to cross it.''
''It is the same at the South,'' said another, ''for I have been there and seen
it. The South is the country of the Quadlings.''
''I am told,'' said the third man, ''that it is the same at the West. And that
country, where the Winkies live, is ruled by the Wicked Witch of the West, who would
make you her slave if you passed her way.''
''The North is my home,'' said the old lady, ''and at its edge is the same great
desert that surrounds this Land of Oz. I'm afraid, my dear, you will have to live
Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt lonely among all these strange people.
Her tears seemed to grieve the kind - hearted Munchkins, for they immediately took
out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also. As for the little old woman, she
took off her cap and balanced the point on the end of her nose, while she counted
''One, two, three'' in a solemn voice. At once the cap changed to a slate, on which
was written in big, white chalk marks:
''LET DOROTHY GO TO THE CITY OF EMERALDS''
The little old woman took the slate from her nose, and having read the words
on it, asked, ''Is your name Dorothy, my dear?''
''Yes,'' answered the child, looking up and drying her tears.
''Then you must go to the City of Emeralds. Perhaps Oz will help you.''
''Where is this city?'' asked Dorothy. ''It is exactly in the center of the country,
and is ruled by Oz, the Great Wizard I told you of.''
''Is he a good man?'' inquired the girl anxiously.
''He is a good Wizard. Whether he is a man or not I cannot tell, for I have never
''How can I get there?'' asked Dorothy.
''You must walk. It is a long journey, through a country that is sometimes pleasant
and sometimes dark and terrible. However, I will use all the magic arts I know of
to keep you from harm.''
''Won't you go with me?'' pleaded the girl, who had begun to look upon the little
old woman as her only friend.
''No, I cannot do that,'' she replied, ''but I will give you my kiss, and no
one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of the North.''
She came close to Dorothy and kissed her gently on the forehead. Where her lips
touched the girl they left a round, shining mark, as Dorothy found out soon after.
''The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick,'' said the Witch,
''so you cannot miss it. When you get to Oz do not be afraid of him, but tell your
story and ask him to help you. Good-bye, my dear.''
The three Munchkins bowed low to her and wished her a pleasant journey, after
which they walked away through the trees. The Witch gave Dorothy a friendly little
nod, whirled around on her left heel three times, and straightway disappeared, much
to the surprise of little Toto, who barked after her loudly enough when she had
gone, because he had been afraid even to growl while she stood by.
But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear in just
that way, and was not surprised in the least.
3. How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
When Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she went to the cupboard
and cut herself some bread, which she spread with butter. She gave some to Toto,
and taking a pail from the shelf she carried it down to the little brook and filled
it with clear, sparkling water. Toto ran over to the trees and began to bark at
the birds sitting there. Dorothy went to get him, and saw such delicious fruit hanging
from the branches that she gathered some of it, finding it just what she wanted
to help out her breakfast.