Glinda of Oz: In Which Are Related the Exciting Experiences of Princess Ozma of Oz, and Dorothy, in Their Hazardous Journey to the Home of the Flatheads, and to the Magic Isle of the Skeezers, and How They Were Rescued from Dire Peril by the Sorcery of Glinda the GoodBaum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank)
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Glinda of Oz: In Which Are Related the Exciting Experiences of Princess Ozma of Oz, and Dorothy, in Their Hazardous Journey to the Home of the Flatheads, and to the Magic Isle of the Skeezers, and How They Were Rescued from Dire Peril by the Sorcery of Glinda the Good
Baum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank)
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Animals, Mythical -- Juvenile fiction; Courage -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Gale, Dorothy (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Good and evil -- Juvenile fiction; Magic -- Juvenile fiction; Oz (Imaginary place) -- Juvenile fiction; Tri
"What do you think of all this, Ozma?" Dorothy anxiously inquired when
they were alone.
"I am glad we came," was the reply, "for although there may be
mischief done to-morrow, it was necessary I should know about these
people, whose leaders are wild and lawless and oppress their subjects
with injustice and cruelties. My task, therefore, is to liberate the
Skeezers and the Flatheads and secure for them freedom and happiness.
I have no doubt I can accomplish this in time."
"Just now, though, we're in a bad fix," asserted Dorothy. "If Queen
Coo-ee-oh conquers to-morrow, she won't be nice to us, and if the
Su-dic conquers, he'll be worse."
"Do not worry, dear," said Ozma, "I do not think we are in danger,
whatever happens, and the result of our adventure is sure to be good."
Dorothy was not worrying, especially. She had confidence in her
friend, the fairy Princess of Oz, and she enjoyed the excitement of
the events in which she was taking part. So she crept into bed and
fell asleep as easily as if she had been in her own cosy room in
Ozma's palace.
A sort of grating, grinding sound awakened her. The whole island
seemed to tremble and sway, as it might do in an earthquake. Dorothy
sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out of them, and then
found it was daybreak.
Ozma was hurriedly dressing herself.
"What is it?" asked Dorothy, jumping out of bed.
"I'm not sure," answered Ozma "but it feels as if the island is
sinking."
As soon as possible they finished dressing, while the creaking and
swaying continued. Then they rushed into the living room of the house
and found Lady Aurex, fully dressed, awaiting them.
"Do not be alarmed," said their hostess. "Coo-ee-oh has decided to
submerge the island, that is all. But it proves the Flatheads are
coming to attack us."
"What do you mean by sub-sub-merging the island?" asked Dorothy.
"Come here and see," was the reply.
Lady Aurex led them to a window which faced the side of the great dome
which covered all the village, and they could see that the island was
indeed sinking, for the water of the lake was already half way up the
side of the dome. Through the glass could be seen swimming fishes, and
tall stalks of swaying seaweeds, for the water was clear as crystal
and through it they could distinguish even the farther shore of the
lake.
"The Flatheads are not here yet," said Lady Aurex. "They will come
soon, but not until all of this dome is under the surface of the
water."
"Won't the dome leak?" Dorothy inquired anxiously.
"No, indeed."
"Was the island ever sub-sub-sunk before?"
"Oh, yes; on several occasions. But Coo-ee-oh doesn't care to do that
often, for it requires a lot of hard work to operate the machinery.
The dome was built so that the island could disappear. I think," she
continued, "that our Queen fears the Flatheads will attack the island
and try to break the glass of the dome."
"Well, if we're under water, they can't fight us, and we can't fight
them," asserted Dorothy.
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