Glinda of Oz HTML version
The Magic Tent
"Well," said Dorothy with a laugh, "that was easier than I expected. It's worth while,
sometimes, to be a real fairy. But I wouldn't like to be that kind, and live in a dreadful fog
all the time."
They now climbed the bank and found before them a delightful plain that spread for
miles in all directions. Fragrant wild flowers were scattered throughout the grass; there
were bushes bearing lovely blossoms and luscious fruits; now and then a group of stately
trees added to the beauty of the landscape. But there were no dwellings or signs of life.
The farther side of the plain was bordered by a row of palms, and just in front of the
palms rose a queerly shaped hill that towered above the plain like a mountain. The sides
of this hill were straight up and down; it was oblong in shape and the top seemed flat and
"Oh, ho!" cried Dorothy; "I'll bet that's the mountain Glinda told us of, where the
"If it is," replied Ozma, "the Lake of the Skeezers must be just beyond the line of palm
trees. Can you walk that far, Dorothy?"
"Of course, in time," was the prompt answer. "I'm sorry we had to leave the Sawhorse
and the Red Wagon behind us, for they'd come in handy just now; but with the end of our
journey in sight a tramp across these pretty green fields won't tire us a bit."
It was a longer tramp than they suspected, however, and night overtook them before they
could reach the flat mountain. So Ozma proposed they camp for the night and Dorothy
was quite ready to approve. She didn't like to admit to her friend she was tired, but she
told herself that her legs "had prickers in 'em," meaning they had begun to ache.
Usually when Dorothy started on a journey of exploration or adventure, she carried with
her a basket of food, and other things that a traveler in a strange country might require,
but to go away with Ozma was quite a different thing, as experience had taught her. The
fairy Ruler of Oz only needed her silver wand -- tipped at one end with a great sparkling
emerald -- to provide through its magic all that they might need. Therefore Ozma, having
halted with her companion and selected a smooth, grassy spot on the plain, waved her
wand in graceful curves and chanted some mystic words in her sweet voice, and in an
instant a handsome tent appeared before them. The canvas was striped purple and white,
and from the center pole fluttered the royal banner of Oz.
"Come, dear," said Ozma, taking Dorothy's hand, "I am hungry and I'm sure you must be
also; so let us go in and have our feast."
On entering the tent they found a table set for two, with snowy linen, bright silver and
sparkling glassware, a vase of roses in the center and many dishes of delicious food,
some smoking hot, waiting to satisfy their hunger. Also, on either side of the tent were
beds, with satin sheets, warm blankets and pillows filled with swansdown. There were
chairs, too, and tall lamps that lighted the interior of the tent with a soft, rosy glow.
Dorothy, resting herself at her fairy friend's command, and eating her dinner with unusual
enjoyment, thought of the wonders of magic. If one were a fairy and knew the secret laws
of nature and the mystic words and ceremonies that commanded those laws, then a
simple wave of a silver wand would produce instantly all that men work hard and
anxiously for through weary years. And Dorothy wished in her kindly, innocent heart,
that all men and women could be fairies with silver wands, and satisfy all their needs
without so much work and worry, for then, she imagined, they would have all their
working hours to be happy in. But Ozma, looking into her friend's face and reading those
thoughts, gave a laugh and said: