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Kabumpo In Oz – Oz 16

L. Frank Baum

Dear children:

Do you like Elephants? Do you believe in Giants? And do you love all the jolly people of the

Wonderful Land of Oz?

Well then you'll want to hear about the latest happenings in that delightful Kingdom. All are set

forth in true Oz fashion in "Kabumpo in Oz," the fifteenth Oz book.

Kabumpo is an Elegant Elephant. He is very old and wise, and has a kindly heart, as have all

the Oz folks. In the new book you'll meet Prince Pompa, and Peg Amy, a charming Wooden Doll. There

are new countries, strange adventures and the most surprising Box of Magic you have ever heard of.

Ruggedo , the wicked old Gnome King, does a lot of mischief with this before Princess Ozma can stop

him.

Of course Dorothy, the Scarecrow, Scraps, Glinda the Good, Tik-Tok, and other old friends

all are alive and busy in the new book. I am just back from theEmeraldCitywith the best of Oz wishes for

everybody, but especially you.

Philadelphia Spring of 1922 Ruth Plumly

Thompson

_______________________________________________________________________

This book is dedicated with

all of my heart

To Janet

My littlest sister but biggest assistor

Ruth Plumly Thompson

_______________________________________________________________________

List of Chapters

1. The Exploding Birthday Cake

2. Picking a Proper Princess

3. Kabumpo and Pompa Disappear

4. The curious Cottabus Appears

5. In the City of The Figure Heads

6. Ruggedo's History In Six Rocks

7. Sir Hokus And The Giants

8. Woe in theEmeraldCity

9. Mixed Magic Makes Mischief

10. Peg and Wag to the Rescue

11. The King of the Illumi Nation

12. TheDeliciousSeaof Soup

13. On the Road to Ev

14. Terror in Ozma's Palace

15. The Sand Man Takes a Hand

16. Kabumpo Vanquishes the Twigs

17. Meeting the Runaway Country

18. Prince Pompadore Proposes

19. Ozma Takes Things in Hand

20. The Proper Princess is Found

21. How It All Came About

22. Ruggedo's Last Rock

_______________________________________________________________________

Chapter 1

The Exploding Birthday Cake

"The cake, you chattering Chittimong! Where is the cake? Stirem, Friem, Hashem, where is

the cake?" cried Eejabo, chief footman in thepalaceofPumperdink, bouncing into the royal pantry.

The Three cooks, too astonished for speech, and with staring eyes, pointed to the center table.

The great gorgeous birthday cake was gone, though not two seconds before it had been placed on the

table by Hashem himself.

"It was my m-m-asterpiece," sobbed Hashem, tearing off his cap and throwing his apron over

his head.

"Help! Robbers! Thieves!" cried Friem, running to the window.

Here was a howdedo. The trumpets blowing for the celebration to begin and the best part of

the celebration was gone!

"We'll all be dipped for this!" wailed Eejabo, flinging open the second best china closet so

violently that three silver cups and a pewter mug tumbled out. Just then there was a scream from

Hashem, who had removed the apron from his head. "Look!" he shrieked "There it is!"

Back to the table rushed the other three, Stirem and Friem rubbing their eyes and Eejabo his

head where the cups had bumped him severely. Upon the table stood the royal cake, as pink and perfect

as ever.

"It was there all the time, mince my eyebrows!" spluttered Hashem in an injured voice. "Called

me a Chittimong, did you?" Grasping a big wooden spoon he ran angrily at Eejabo.

"Was it gone or wasn't it?" cried Eejabo, appealing to the others and hastily catching up a

bread knife to defend himself. Instantly there arose a babble.

"It was!"

"It wasn't!"

"Was!" Rap, bang, clatter. In a minute they were in a furious argument, not only with words

but with spoons, forks and bowls. And dear knows what would have become of the cake had not a bell

rung loudly and the second footman poked his head through the door.

"The cake! Where is the cake?" he wheezed importantly.

So Eejabo, dodging three cups and a salt cellar, seized the great silver platter and dashed into

the great banquet hall. One pink coat tail was missing and his wig was somewhat elevated over the left

ear from the lump raised by the pewter mug, but he summoned what dignity he could and joined the

grand procession of footmen who were bearing gold and silver dishes filled with goodies for the birthday

feast of Prince Pompadore of Pumperdink.

The royal guests were already assembled and just as Eejabo entered the pages blew a shrill

blast upon their silver trumpets and the Prime Pumper stepped forward to announce their Majesties.

"Oyes! Oyez!" shouted the Prime Pumper, pounding on the floor with his silver staff, while the

guests politely inclined their heads just as if they had not heard the same announcement dozens of times

before:

"Oyez! Oyez!"

"Pompus the Proud

And Pozy Pink,

King and Queen

Of Pumperdink --

Way for the King

And clear the floor

Way for our good

Prince Pompadore.

Way for the Elegant

Elephant-- Way

For the King and

The Queen and the

Prince, I say!"

So everybody wayed, which is to say they bowed, and down the center of the room swept

Pompus, very fat and gorgeous in his purple robes and jeweled crown, ermine cloak, and Prince

Pompadore very straight and handsome! In fact, they looked exactly as a good old-fashioned royal

family should.

But Kabumpo, who swayed along grandly after the Prince -- few royal families could boast of

so royal and elegant an elephant! He was huge and gray. On his head he wore jeweled bands and a

jeweled court robe billowed out majestically as he walked. His little eyes twinkled merrily and his ears

flapped so sociably, that just to look at him put one in a good humor. Kabumpo was the only elephant in

Pumperdink, or in any Kingdom near Pumperdink, so no wonder he was a prime favorite at Court. He

had been given to the King at Pompa's christening by a friendly stranger and since then had enjoyed

every luxury and advantage. He was always addressed as Sir by all of the palace servants.

He lends an air of elegance to our Court," the King was fond of saying, and the Elegant

Elephant he surely had become. Now an Elegant Elephant at Court might seem strange in a regular

up-to-date country, but Pumperdink is not at all regular nor up to date. It is a cozy, old-fashioned

Kingdom 'way up in the northern part of the Gilliken country of Oz; old-fashioned enough to wear knee

breeches and have a King and cozy enough to still enjoy birthday parties and candy pulls.

If Pompus, the King was a bit proud who could blame him? His Queen was the loveliest, his

son the most charming and his elephant the most elegant and unusual for twenty Kingdoms round about.

And Pompus, for all his pride, had a very simple way of ruling. When the Pumperdinkians did right they

were rewarded; when they did wrong they were dipped.

In the very center of the courtyard there is a great stone well with a huge stone bucket. Into

this Pumperdink well all offenders and law breakers were lowered. Its waters were dark blue and as the

color stuck to one for several days the inhabitants of Pumperdink were careful to behave well, so that the

Chief Dipper, who often had days at a time with nothing to do. This time he spent in writing poetry and as

Prince Pompadore took the place of honor at the head of the table the Chief Dipper rose from his

humble place at the foot and with a moist flourish burst forth:

"Oh, Pompadore of Pumperdink,

Of all perfection you're the pink;

Your praises now I utter!

Your eyes are clear as apple sauce,

Your head the best I've come across;

Your heart is soft as butter."

"Very good," said the of the King, and the Chief Dipper down, blushing with pride and

confusion. Prince Pompadore bowed and the rest of the party clapped tremendously.

"Sounds like a dipper full of nonsense to me," wheezed Kabumpo, who stood directly back of

Prince Pompadore's throne, leisurely consuming a bale of hay placed on the floor beside him. It may

surprise you to know that all the animals in Oz can talk. but such is the case, and Pumperdink being in the

fairy country of Oz, Kabumpo could talk as well as any man and better than most.

"Eyes like apple sauce--heart of butter! Ho-ho, kerumph!" The Elegant elephant laughed so

hard he shook all over; then slyly reaching over the Prime Pumper's shoulder, he snatched his glass of

Pink Lemonade and emptied it down his great throat, setting the tumbler back before the old fellow

turned his head.

"Did you call, sir?" asked Eejabo, hurrying over. He had mistaken Kabumpo's laugh for a

command.

"Yes; why did you not give his Excellency lemonade?" demanded the Elegant Elephant sternly.

"I did; he must have drunk it, Sir!" stuttered Eejabo.

"Drunk it!" cried the Prime Pumper, pounding on the table indignantly. "I never had any!"

"Fetch him a glass at once,: rumbled Kabumpo, waving his trunk, and Eejabo, too wise to

argue with a member of the royal family, brought another glass of lemonade. But no sooner had he done

so than the mischievous elephant stole that, next the Prime Pumper's plate and roll, and all so quickly, no

one but Prince Pompadore knew what was happening and Poor Eejabo was kept running backwards

and forwards till his wig stood on end with confusion and rage.

All of this was very amusing to the Prince, and helped him to listen pleasantly to the fifteen long

birthday speeches addressed to him by members of the Royal Guard. But if the speeches were dull, the

dinner was not. The fiddlers fiddled so merrily, and the chief cook Hashem had so outdone himself in the

preparation of new and delicious dainties that by ice-cream-and-cake time everyone was in a high good

humor.

"The cake, my good Eejabo! Fetch forth the cake!" commanded King Pompus, beaming

fondly upon his son. Nervously Eejabo stepped to the side table and lighted the eighteen tall birthday

candles. A cake that had disappeared once might easily do so again, and Eejabo was anxious to have it

cut and out of the way--out of his way at least.

Hashem, looking through a tiny crack in the door, almost burst with pride as his gorgeous pink

masterpiece was set down before the Prince.

"Many happy returns of your eighteenth birthday!" cried the Courtiers, jumping to their feet

and waving their napkins enthusiastically.

"Thank you! Thank you!" chuckled Pompadore, bowing low. "I feel that this is but one of

many more to come!" Which may sound strange, but Pumperdink being in Oz, one may have as many

eighteenth birthdays as one cares to have. This was Pompa's tenth and while the courtiers drank his

health the Prince made ready to blow out the birthday candles.

"That's right, blow 'em all out at once!" cried King. So Pompa puffed out his cheeks and blew

like a porpoise; so did Queen Pozy and the Prime Pumper; so did everybody. They blew until every dish

upon the table skipped and sank back exhausted in their chairs, but the candles burned as merrily as

ever.

Then Kabumpo took a hand--or rather a trunk. He had been watching the proceedings with

his twinkling little eyes. Now he took a tremendous breath, pointed his trunk straight at the cake and

blew with all his strength.

Every candle went out-- but stars! As they did, the great pink cake exploded with such force

that half the Courtiers were flung under the table and the rest knocked unconscious by flying fragments of

icing tumblers and plates.

"Treason!" screamed Pompus, the first to recover from the shock. "Who dared put

gunpowder in the cake?" Brushing the icing from his nose, he glared around angrily. The first person to

catch his eye was Hashem, the cook who stood trembling in the door-way.

"Dip him!" shouted the King furiously. And the Chief dipper, only too glad of an excuse to

escape, seized poor Hashem. "And him!" ordered the King, as Eejabo tried to sidle out of the room.

"And them!" as all the other footmen started to run. Forming his victims in a line the Chief Dipper

marched them sternly from the banquet hall.

"Oyez! Oyez Everybody shall be dipped!" mumbled the Prime Pumper, feebly raising his head.

"Oh, no! Oh, no! Nothing of the sort!" snapped the King, fanning poor Queen Pozy Pink with

a plate. She had fainted dead away.

"What is the meaning of this outrage?" shouted Pompus, his anger rising again.

"How should I know?" wheezed Kabumpo, dragging Prince Pompadore from beneath the

table and pouring a jug of cream over his head.

"Something hit me," moaned the Prince, opening his eyes.

"Of course it did!" said Kabumpo. "The cake hit you. Made a great hit with us all--that cake!"

The Elegant Elephant looked ruefully at his silk robe of state, which was hopelessly smeared with icing;

then put his trunk to his head, for something hard had struck him between the eyes. He felt about the

floor and found a round shiny object which he was about to show the King when Pompus pounced upon

a tall scroll sitting upright in his tumbler. In the confusion of the moment it had escaped his attention.

"Perhaps this will explain," spluttered the King breaking the seal. Queen Pozy Pink opened her

eyes with a sigh and the Courtiers, crawling out from beneath the table, looked up anxiously, for

everyone was still dazed from the tremendous explosion. Pompus read the scroll to himself with popping

eyes and then began to dance up and down in a frenzy.

"What is it? What is it?" cried the Queen, trying to read over his shoulder. Then she gave a

well-bred scream and fainted away in the arms of General Quakes, who had come up behind her?

By this time the Prime Pumper had recovered sufficiently to remember that reading scrolls and

court papers was his business. Somewhat unsteadily he walked over and took the scroll from the King.

"Oyez! Oyez!" he faltered, pounding on the table.

"Oh, never mind that!" rumbled Kabumpo, flapping his ears. "Let's hear what it says!"

"Know ye, " began the old man in a high shaky voice, "know ye that unless ye Prince of ye

ancient and honorableKingdomofPumperdinkwed ye Proper Fairy Princess in ye proper span of time ye

KingdomofPumperdinkshall disappear forever and even longer from ye Gilliken country of Oz.

J.G."

"What?" screamed Pompadore, bounding to his feet.

"Me? But I don't want to marry!"

"You'll have to," groaned the King, with a wave at the scroll. The Courtiers sat staring at one

another in dazed disbelief. From the courtyard came the splash and splutter of the luckless footmen and

the dismal creaking of the stone bucket.

"Oh!" wailed Pompa, throwing up his hands. "This is the worst eighteenth birthday I've ever

had. I'll never have another as long as I live!"

Chapter 2

Picking a Proper Princess

"What shall we do first?" groaned the King, holding his head with both hands. "Let me think!"

"Right," said Kabumpo. "Think by all means."

So the great hall was cleared and the King, with the mysterious scroll spread out before him,

thought and thought and thought. But he did not make much headway, for, as he explained over and over

to Queen Pozy, who-with Pompadore, the Elegant Elephant and the Prime-Pumper-- had remained to

help him, "How is one to know where to find the Proper Princess, and how is one to know the proper

time for Pompa to wed her?"

Who was J.G.? How did the scroll get in the cake?

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