L. Frank Baum - Oz 28 - Speedy In Oz

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Speedy In Oz – Oz 28

L. Frank Baum

CHAPTER 1

The Carelessness of Sizzeroo

T0-NIGHT, I shall wear my green padded coat, my

silver boots and the purple pantaloons," murmured

King Sizzeroo ofUmbrellaIsland, stroking his

braided beard with one hand and giving the wheel

that controlled the motion of the island a lazy

turn with the other. "And to-morrow-"

"Watch out! Watch out!" Four sharp claws

dug into his Majesty's

plump shoulder and Pansy, the Royal Watch Cat,

dropping from the ribs of an umbrella tree overhead,

began screaming hysterically into the King's left ear.

"How many times must I ask you not to do that?"

shivered Sizzeroo, jerking his head to the right.

"Am I your Majesty's Watch Cat, or am I not?"

shrilled Pansy, arching her back defiantly. "Is it my

duty to watch out for you when you are not watching

out for yourself-and us-or is it not?"

"Not so loud, not so loud," begged the King fret-

fully. "You're taking all the curl out of my ear, be-

side~"

"Watch out! Ough! Qugh! Meouch!" Poor Pansy!

Already her warning was too late. With a thump

that sent the hundred silver bells in the top-most

silver tower into a rattle of frightened discords, with

a bump that flung Sizzeroo over the fountain and

Pansy into the fish pond,UmbrellaIslandcame to a

shuddering stop. As its startled sovereign raised

himself painfully on one elbow, he could hear the

furniture and ornaments in his palace still crashing

about. Looking gloomily down into the village, he

could see that dozens of cottages were now without

roofs and chimneys, and many of the Islanders strewn

about in strange and uncomfortable attitudes.

"I'll not wear my green coat and silver boots, after

all," groaned Sizzeroo, feeling about for his crown.

"The old black skull cap, the grey carpet slippers,

my snuff colored robe. Anything! Anything, will

do! My! My! and My Land!"

For about as long as it would take you to count

ten, the Umbrellians lay where they had fallen.

Then, snatching up their parasols and umbrellas, they

leapt to their feet and started on a run for the castle,

and panting ahead of all the rest, came the King's

three counselors. They had been having a quiet cup

of tea on the terrace and had not only been upset,

but severely scalded by the overturn of the tea table

when the island came to so sudden a standstill. Not-

ing their shocked and anxious faces, Sizzeroo sighed

heavily.

"There are times," moaned the many-chinned mon-

arch, pulling himself with great difficulty out of the

rose bush into which he had fallen, "there are times

when I wish I were not a King. what now? And

what next and what ever? Pansy, Pansy, drop that

gold fish at once."

"If you fling me to the fishes, what do you expect?"

snarled the Watch Cat, speaking indistinctly, for the

gold fish was still in her mouth. Sullenly she scram-

bled out of the pond.

"I did not fling you to the fishes and well you know

it," reproved Sizzeroo. Taking the fish from Pansy,

he gently threw it back in the pond and, tucking the

Watch Cat under his arm, turned uneasily to meet

his sputtering counselors. "Dear, dear and dear! I

suppose they will blame this all on me," he muttered,

dabbing unhappily at the dripping cat with the end

of his padded coat.

"And whom else could they blame?" inquired Pansy

sarcastically. "If you had listened when I first called

out, you would not have run into a mountain. You'll

wreck this island yet, you careless old thing!"

"Did you call me a King or a Thing?" Sizzeroo

gave Pansy a stern shake.

"Oh, save your breath for the others," advised

Pansy, and springing lightly to his shoulder, the

Watch Cat began energetically to lick herself dry.

"Here they come." And Pansy was right, for as

she finished speaking, up the long flight of marble

steps to Sizzeroo's high and private terrace, bounded

Bamboula, the Imperial Su-jester, Kachewka, the

King's Chief Counselor, and Waddy, the enormous

and enormously clever Wizard of the Realm. The

rest of the Islanders milled noisily about on the level

below, talking in hoarse and excited voices, empha-

sizing their remarks with little jerks of their um-

brellas and parasols. Kachewka, first to reach the

King's side, was tall and thin, with a long nervous

nose, at present twitching with annoyance and dis-

pleasure.

"What happened?" he demanded, snapping his lit-

tle eyes savagely. "What is the meaning of all this

toss-up and shake aboutery? Have I not cautioned

your Majesty to look where you are going, to go

where you are looking, when sailing this island

through the sky? What were you doing, may I ask,

at the time of the crash?"

"I was thinking," admitted the King, glancing re-

morsefully from one to the other of his counselors.

"Thinking!" exploded Kachewka, taking out his

red handkerchief and giving his nose a violent blow.

"What right have you to think? Thinking is my busi-

ness. Thinking is what I am paid to do, and poorly

paid at that. Thinking! Bah! Thinking causes all

the trouble out of the world. Of what were you think-

ing, pray?"

"Of my green padded coat, my silver boots and so

on-

"And so on the rocks," choked Kachewka, stuffing

his handkerchief back into his pocket. "We will all

have to wear padded coats and crash pants if this

keeps up."

Now Waddy, seeing Sizzeroo looking so downcast,

Slipped hastily back of the King and, giving him a

sly poke in the ribs, touched a gold button in the

great silver shaft that supported the tremendous

billowing umbrella that spread like a canopy over

the entire island. This button, Waddy's own inven-

tion, controlled and guided the island automatically

like the electric steering devices on some of our own

ocean liners.

"There now," puffed the Wizard, giving Sizzeroo

a comforting thump between the shoulders, "every-

thing will be all right. Think no more of it, dear old

Gum Drop. We have had a shock but no bones are

broken and chimneys and roofs are soon mended."

Waddy's further remarks were completely drowned

out by the furious beating of Bamboula's drum.

Bamboula, like the Wizard, was round and jolly and

whenever the King's Su-jester had anything to sug-

gest, he preceded his speech by a loud tattoo on his

drum, thus assuring himself of Sizzeroo's attention.

As the King, wincing slightly, leaned forward,

Bamboula stopped drumming and spoke.

"I suggest that we immediately go about restoring

order. I suggest that your high and mighty absent-

minded Majesty retire to the palace for a nap," pro-

posed Bamboula, sensibly enough.

"Why, I believe I will," sighed Sizzeroo, thought-

fully touching a long scratch on his cheek. "A little

sleep will be good for me."

"It will be good for us all," said Kachewka stiffly.

"And now that the island is moving again-"

"Moving?" muttered Waddy, who had been glanc-

mg critically out over the silvering twilight sky.

"We're sinking. Can't you feel it? We're going

down~~down~~when the umbrella is still up! Down,

do you understand? Meander! Meander!"

The Wizard clapped his hands sharply and beck-

oned energetically to the King's messenger, who

stood in the crowd below, gazing up at the group on

the terrace with dazed and stupid grin. "Run to the

edge of the island, my boy, and look over. Quickly!"

"Quickly! Quickly!" shouted Bamboula, with two

terrified thumps on his drum. Thus urged, Meander

began to run and shuffle down the slopping terrace

that stetched to the edge of the island - at this point

no more than a hundred yards away.

"Well! Well!" bawled Sizzeroo, as Meander, lean-

ing on the top rail of the golden fence that ran all

the way round the island, stared fearfully downward.

"Oh, why do you say 'Well'?" moaned Kachewka,

covering his eyes. "There is nothing well about it.

I knew the minute that tea-pot hit me on the nose

that a dreadful disaster had overtaken us."

To be perfectly truthful, Umbrella Island was now

rushing downward at a sickening speed.

"Be still! Stand where you are. Do nothing until I

sneeze," commanded Kachewka, as the frightened

Umbrellians showed signs of dashing in all direc-

tions.

"Meander, my boy, do you see anything?" pleaded

Sizzeroo, starting heavily down the terrace.

"Anything! Oh, King!" Instead of explaining,

Meander put his head down on the top rail and trem-

bled so violently that he loosened three palings from

the golden fence. No wonder. A giant had hold of

the umbrella handle that went through and pro-

truded from the under side of the island and was

dragging it roughly downward.

CHAPTER 2

Loxo, the Lucky

BEFORE Meander could open his mouth to

report this appalling piece of news, the Urn-

brellians found themselves staring into the

face of the giant himself. It was a face twice

as large as their island, topped by hair like

awaving forest, with eyes like two burning

lakes of lava, with a mountainous nose and

a mouth resembling a yawning cave, full of

crooked and mossgrown rocks.

"Oh! Oh! and Oh!" wailed Sizzeroo, clutching

Waddy's sleeve, while Pansy dove hurriedly into the

King's pocket. "Tell me I'm asleep and dreaming.

Tell me it isn't so. If I'm awake, I'm perfectly petri-

fled and simply a-quiver.

"You're a-quiver, then! Me too!" Waddy clapped

a plump hand to his loudly beating heart and looked

wildly across at Kachewka. As he did, Kachewka

sneezed five times, which in the island code of sig-

nals meant, "Silence everyone.' Our Wizard will

handle this matter."

The command for silence was quite unnecessary.

The Umbrellians were too terrified to utter a sound,

but now they stopped looking at the giant and turned

frantic and appealing eyes on the Wizard. Poor

Waddy, after an indignant glance at Kachewka,

whom he felt was being entirely too generous, drew

himself up and prepared for the worst.

"So !" hissed the giant, glaring down at them all

with his red and burning eyes. "So, this is what hit

me! How dare you hit me in the head with an island?

If there's one thing that makes me madder than an-

other, it's being hit in the head with an island. What

right has an island rocketing through the sky in

this reckless fashion? What right has an island in

the air, anyway?" he bellowed in a voice that blew

fifty umbrellas inside out and flattened back the ears

of the Islanders themselves.

"By right of invention and wizardry!" shouted

Waddy, assuming as bold and unconcerned an atti-

tude as an old fellow of two hundred and fifty pounds

well can. "I see your Highness has never studied

Unnatural History?"

"Study! Why should I study?" roared the giant

wrathfullv. "I am above such things. Besides. I do

not need to study Unnatural History to know when

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