The Tin Woodman of Oz
11. Jinjur's Ranch
As they followed a path down the blue-grass hillside, the first house that met the view of
the travelers was joyously recognized by the Scarecrow Bear as the one inhabited by his
friend Jinjur, so they increased their speed and hurried toward it.
On reaching the place, how ever, they found the house deserted. The front door stood
open, but no one was inside. In the garden surrounding the house were neat rows of
bushes bearing cream-puffs and macaroons, some of which were still green, but others
ripe and ready to eat. Farther back were fields of caramels, and all the land seemed well
cultivated and carefully tended. They looked through the fields for the girl farmer, but she
was nowhere to be seen.
"Well," finally remarked the little Brown Bear, "let us go into the house and make
ourselves at home. That will be sure to please my friend Jinjur, who happens to be away
from home just now. When she returns, she will be greatly surprised."
"Would she care if I ate some of those ripe cream- puffs?" asked the Green Monkey.
"No, indeed; Jinjur is very generous. Help yourself to all you want," said the Scarecrow
So Woot gathered a lot of the cream-puffs that were golden yellow and filled with a
sweet, creamy substance, and ate until his hunger was satisfied. Then he entered the
house with his friends and sat in a rocking-chair -- just as he was accustomed to do when
a boy. The Canary perched herself upon the mantel and daintily plumed her feathers; the
Tin Owl sat on the back of another chair; the Scarecrow squatted on his hairy haunches in
the middle of the room.
"I believe I remember the girl Jinjur," remarked the Canary, in her sweet voice. "She
cannot help us very much, except to direct us on our way to Glinda's castle, for she does
not understand magic. But she's a good girl, honest and sensible, and I'll be glad to see
"All our troubles," said the Owl with a deep sigh, "arose from my foolish resolve to seek
Nimmie Amee and make her Empress of the Winkies, and while I wish to reproach no
one, I must say that it was Woot the Wanderer who put the notion into my head."
"Well, for my part, I am glad he did," responded the Canary. "Your journey resulted in
saving me from the Giantess, and had you not traveled to the Yoop Valley, I would still
be Mrs. Yoop's prisoner. It is much nicer to be free, even though I still bear the enchanted
form of a Canary-Bird."
"Do you think we shall ever be able to get our proper forms back again?" asked the Green