Ozma of Oz. L. Frank Baum. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: L. Frank Baum
Издательство: Ingram
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Жанр произведения: Детские приключения
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781974998210
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      "This cru-el king had a love-ly wife and ten beau-ti-ful chil-dren—five boys and five girls—but in a fit of an-ger he sold them all to the Nome King, who by means of his mag-ic arts changed them all in-to oth-er forms and put them in his un-der-ground pal-ace to or-na-ment the rooms.

      "Af-ter-ward the King of Ev re-gret-ted his wick-ed ac-tion, and tried to get his wife and chil-dren a-way from the Nome King, but with-out a-vail. So, in de-spair, he locked me up in this rock, threw the key in-to the o-cean, and then jumped in af-ter it and was drowned."

      "How very dreadful!" exclaimed Dorothy.

      "It is, in-deed," said the machine. "When I found my-self im-pris-oned I shout-ed for help un-til my voice ran down; and then I walked back and forth in this lit-tle room un-til my ac-tion ran down; and then I stood still and thought un-til my thoughts ran down. Af-ter that I re-mem-ber noth-ing un-til you wound me up a-gain."

      "It's a very wonderful story," said Dorothy, "and proves that the Land of Ev is really a fairy land, as I thought it was."

      "Of course it is," answered the copper man. "I do not sup-pose such a per-fect ma-chine as I am could be made in an-y place but a fair-y land."

      "I've never seen one in Kansas," said Dorothy.

      "But where did you get the key to un-lock this door?" asked the clock-work voice.

      "I found it on the shore, where it was prob'ly washed up by the waves," she answered. "And now, sir, if you don't mind, I'll wind up your action."

      "That will please me ve-ry much," said the machine.

      So she wound up Number Three, and at once the copper man in a somewhat stiff and jerky fashion walked out of the rocky cavern, took off his copper hat and bowed politely, and then kneeled before Dorothy. Said he:

      "From this time forth I am your o-be-di-ent ser-vant. What-ev-er you com-mand, that I will do will-ing-ly—if you keep me wound up."

      "What is your name?" she asked.

      "Tik-tok," he replied. "My for-mer mas-ter gave me that name be-cause my clock-work al-ways ticks when it is wound up."

      "I can hear it now," said the yellow hen.

      "So can I," said Dorothy. And then she added, with some anxiety: "You don't strike, do you?"

      "No," answered Tiktok; "and there is no a-larm con-nec-ted with my ma-chin-er-y. I can tell the time, though, by speak-ing, and as I nev-er sleep I can wak-en you at an-y hour you wish to get up in the morn-ing."

      "That's nice," said the little girl; "only I never wish to get up in the morning."

      "You can sleep until I lay my egg," said the yellow hen. "Then, when I cackle, Tiktok will know it is time to waken you."

      "Do you lay your egg very early?" asked Dorothy.

      "About eight o'clock," said Billina. "And everybody ought to be up by that time, I'm sure."

      "Now Tiktok," said Dorothy, "the first thing to be done is to find a way for us to escape from these rocks. The Wheelers are down below, you know, and threaten to kill us."

      "There is no rea-son to be a-fraid of the Wheel-ers," said Tiktok, the words coming more slowly than before.

      "Why not?" she asked.

      "Be-cause they are ag-g-g—gr-gr-r-r-"

      He gave a sort of gurgle and stopped short, waving his hands frantically until suddenly he became motionless, with one arm in the air and the other held stiffly before him with all the copper fingers of the hand spread out like a fan.

      "Dear me!" said Dorothy, in a frightened tone. "What can the matter be?"

      "He's run down, I suppose," said the hen, calmly. "You couldn't have wound him up very tight."

      "I didn't know how much to wind him," replied the girl; "but I'll try to do better next time."

      She ran around the copper man to take the key from the peg at the back of his neck, but it was not there.

      "It's gone!" cried Dorothy, in dismay.

      "What's gone?" asked Billina.

      "The key."

      "It probably fell off when he made that low bow to you," returned the hen. "Look around, and see if you cannot find it again."

      Dorothy looked, and the hen helped her, and by and by the girl discovered the clock-key, which had fallen into a crack of the rock.

      At once she wound up Tiktok's voice, taking care to give the key as many turns as it would go around. She found this quite a task, as you may imagine if you have ever tried to wind a clock, but the machine man's first words were to assure Dorothy that he would now run for at least twenty-four hours.

      "You did not wind me much, at first," he calmly said, "and I told you that long sto-ry a-bout King Ev-ol-do; so it is no won-der that I ran down."

      She next rewound the action clock-work, and then Billina advised her to carry the key to Tiktok in her pocket, so it would not get lost again.

      "And now," said Dorothy, when all this was accomplished, "tell me what you were going to say about the Wheelers."

      "Why, they are noth-ing to be fright-en'd at," said the machine. "They try to make folks be-lieve that they are ver-y ter-ri-ble, but as a mat-ter of fact the Wheel-ers are harm-less e-nough to an-y one that dares to fight them. They might try to hurt a lit-tle girl like you, per-haps, be-cause they are ver-y mis-chiev-ous. But if I had a club they would run a-way as soon as they saw me."

      "Haven't you a club?" asked Dorothy.

      "No," said Tiktok.

      "And you won't find such a thing among these rocks, either," declared the yellow hen.

      "Then what shall we do?" asked the girl.

      "Wind up my think-works tight-ly, and I will try to think of some oth-er plan," said Tiktok.

      So Dorothy rewound his thought machinery, and while he was thinking she decided to eat her dinner. Billina was already pecking away at the cracks in the rocks, to find something to eat, so Dorothy sat down and opened her tin dinner-pail.

      In the cover she found a small tank that was full of very nice lemonade. It was covered by a cup, which might also, when removed, be used to drink the lemonade from. Within the pail were three slices of turkey, two slices of cold tongue, some lobster salad, four slices of bread and butter, a small custard pie, an orange and nine large strawberries, and some nuts and raisins. Singularly enough, the nuts in this dinner-pail grew already cracked, so that Dorothy had no trouble in picking out their meats to eat.

      She spread the feast upon the rock beside her and began her dinner, first offering some of it to Tiktok, who declined because, as he said, he was merely a machine. Afterward she offered to share with Billina, but the hen murmured something about "dead things" and said she preferred her bugs and ants.

      "Do the lunch-box trees and the dinner-pail trees belong to the Wheelers?" the child asked Tiktok, while engaged in eating her meal.

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