''I understand how you feel,'' said the little girl, who was truly sorry for
him. ''If you will come with me I'll ask Oz to do all he can for you.''
''Thank you,'' he answered gratefully.
They walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the fence, and they started
along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.
Toto did not like this addition to the party at first. He smelled around the
stuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest of rats in the straw, and he
often growled in an unfriendly way at the Scarecrow.
''Don't mind Toto,'' said Dorothy to her new friend. ''He never bites.''
''Oh, I'm not afraid,'' replied the Scarecrow. ''He can't hurt the straw. Do
let me carry that basket for you. I shall not mind it, for I can't get tired. I'll
tell you a secret,'' he continued, as he walked along. ''There is only one thing
in the world I am afraid of.''
''What is that?'' asked Dorothy; ''the Munchkin farmer who made you?''
''No,'' answered the Scarecrow; ''it's a lighted match.''
4. The Road Through the Forest
After a few hours the road began to be rough, and the walking grew so difficult
that the Scarecrow often stumbled over the yellow bricks, which were here very uneven.
Sometimes, indeed, they were broken or missing altogether, leaving holes that Toto
jumped across and Dorothy walked around. As for the Scarecrow, having no brains,
he walked straight ahead, and so stepped into the holes and fell at full length
on the hard bricks. It never hurt him, however, and Dorothy would pick him up and
set him upon his feet again, while he joined her in laughing merrily at his own
The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as they were farther back. There
were fewer houses and fewer fruit trees, and the farther they went the more dismal
and lonesome the country became.
At noon they sat down by the roadside, near a little brook, and Dorothy opened
her basket and got out some bread. She offered a piece to the Scarecrow, but he
''I am never hungry,'' he said, ''and it is a lucky thing I am not, for my mouth
is only painted, and if I should cut a hole in it so I could eat, the straw I am
stuffed with would come out, and that would spoil the shape of my head.''
Dorothy saw at once that this was true, so she only nodded and went on eating
''Tell me something about yourself and the country you came from,'' said the
Scarecrow, when she had finished her dinner. So she told him all about Kansas, and
how gray everything was there, and how the cyclone had carried her to this queer
Land of Oz.
The Scarecrow listened carefully, and said, ''I cannot understand why you should
wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place you call
''That is because you have no brains'' answered the girl. ''No matter how dreary
and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than
in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.''
The Scarecrow sighed.
''Of course I cannot understand it,'' he said. ''If your heads were stuffed with
straw, like mine, you would probably all live in the beautiful places, and then
Kansas would have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that you have brains.''
''Won't you tell me a story, while we are resting?'' asked the child.
The Scarecrow looked at her reproachfully, and answered:
''My life has been so short that I really know nothing whatever. I was only made
day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that time is all unknown
to me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the first things he did was
to paint my ears, so that I heard what was going on. There was another Munchkin
with him, and the first thing I heard was the farmer saying, `How do you like those
''`They aren't straight,''' answered the other.
''`Never mind,''' said the farmer. ''`They are ears just the same,''' which was
''`Now I'll make the eyes,''' said the farmer. So he painted my right eye, and
as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and at everything around
me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of the world.
''`That's a rather pretty eye,''' remarked the Munchkin who was watching the
farmer. ''`Blue paint is just the color for eyes.'
''`I think I'll make the other a little bigger,''' said the farmer. And when
the second eye was done I could see much better than before. Then he made my nose
and my mouth. But I did not speak, because at that time I didn't know what a mouth
was for. I had the fun of watching them make my body and my arms and legs; and when
they fastened on my head, at last, I felt very proud, forI thought I was just as
good a man as anyone.
''`This fellow will scare the crows fast enough,' said the farmer. `He looks
just like a man.'
''`Why, he is a man,' said the other, and I quite agreed with him. The farmer
carried me under his arm to the cornfield, and set me up on a tall stick, where
you found me. He and his friend soon after walked away and left me alone.
''I did not like to be deserted this way. So I tried to walk after them. But
my feet would not touch the ground, and I was forced to stay on that pole. It was
a lonely life to lead, for I had nothing to think of, having been made such a little
while before. Many crows and other birds flew into the cornfield, but as soon as
they saw me they flew away again, thinking I was a Munchkin; and this pleased me
and made me feel that I was quite an important person. By and by an old crow flew
near me, and after looking at me carefully he perched upon my shoulder and said:
''`I wonder if that farmer thought to fool me in this clumsy manner. Any crow
of sense could see that you are only stuffed with straw.' Then he hopped down at
my feet and ate all the corn he wanted. The other birds, seeing he was not harmed
by me, came to eat the corn too, so in a short time there was a great flock of them
''I felt sad at this, for it showed I was not such a good Scarecrow after all;
but the old crow comforted me, saying, `If you only had brains in your head you
would be as good a man as any of them, and a better man than some of them. Brains
are the only things worth having in this world, no matter whether one is a crow
or a man.'
''After the crows had gone I thought this over, and decided I would try hard
to get some brains. By good luck you came along and pulled me off the stake, and
from what you say I am sure the Great Oz will give me brains as soon as we get to
the Emerald City.''
''I hope so,'' said Dorothy earnestly, ''since you seem anxious to have them.''
''Oh, yes; I am anxious,'' returned the Scarecrow. ''It is such an uncomfortable
feeling to know one is a fool.''
''Well,'' said the girl, ''let us go.'' And she handed the basket to the Scarecrow.
There were no fences at all by the roadside now, and the land was rough and untilled.
Toward evening they came to a great forest, where the trees grew so big and close
together that their branches met over the road of yellow brick. It was almost dark
under the trees, for the branches shut out the daylight; but the travelers did not
stop, and went on into the forest.
''If this road goes in, it must come out,'' said the Scarecrow, ''and as the
Emerald City is at the other end of the road, we must go wherever it leads us.''
''Anyone would know that,'' said Dorothy.
''Certainly; that is why I know it,'' returned the Scarecrow. ''If it required
brains to figure it out, I never should have said it.''
After an hour or so the light faded away, and they found themselves stumbling
along in the darkness. Dorothy could not see at all, but Toto could, for some dogs
see very well in the dark; and the Scarecrow declared he could see as well as by
day. So she took hold of his arm and managed to get along fairly well.
''If you see any house, or any place where we can pass the night,'' she said,
''you must tell me; for it is very uncomfortable walking in the dark. ''
Soon after the Scarecrow stopped.
''I see a little cottage at the right of us,'' he said, ''built of logs and branches.
Shall we go there?''
''Yes, indeed,'' answered the child. ''I am all tired out.''
So the Scarecrow led her through the trees until they reached the cottage, and
Dorothy entered and found a bed of dried leaves in one corner. She lay down at once,
and with Toto beside her soon fell into a sound sleep. The Scarecrow, who was never
tired, stood up in another corner and waited patiently until morning came.
5. The Rescue of the Tin Woodman