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The Astonishing Flight of the Gump
When the adventurers reassembled upon the roof it was found that a remarkably queer
assortment of articles had been selected by the various members of the party. No one
seemed to have a very clear idea of what was required, but all had brought something.
The Woggle-Bug had taken from its position over the mantle-piece in the great hallway
the head of a Gump, which was adorned with wide-spreading antlers; and this, with great
care and greater difficulty, the insect had carried up the stairs to the roof. This Gump
resembled an Elk's head, only the nose turned upward in a saucy manner and there were
whiskers upon its chin, like those of a billy-goat. Why the Woggle-Bug selected this
article he could not have explained, except that it had aroused his curiosity.
Tip, with the aid of the Saw-Horse, had brought a large, upholstered sofa to the roof. It
was an oldfashioned piece of furniture, with high back and ends, and it was so heavy that
even by resting the greatest weight upon the back of the Saw-Horse, the boy found
himself out of breath when at last the clumsy sofa was dumped upon the roof.
The Pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which was the first thing he saw. The Scarecrow
arrived with a coil of clothes-lines and ropes which he had taken from the courtyard, and
in his trip up the stairs he had become so entangled in the loose ends of the ropes that
both he and his burden tumbled in a heap upon the roof and might have rolled off if Tip
had not rescued him.
The Tin Woodman appeared last. He also had been to the courtyard, where he had cut
four great, spreading leaves from a huge palm-tree that was the pride of all the inhabitants
of the Emerald City.
"My dear Nick!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, seeing what his friend had done; "you have
been guilty of the greatest crime any person can commit in the Emerald City. If I
remember rightly, the
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penalty for chopping leaves from the royal palm-tree is to be killed seven times and
afterward imprisoned for life."
"It cannot be helped now" answered the Tin Woodman, throwing down the big leaves
upon the roof. "But it may be one more reason why it is necessary for us to escape. And
now let us see what you have found for me to work with."
Many were the doubtful looks cast upon the heap of miscellaneous material that now
cluttered the roof, and finally the Scarecrow shook his head and remarked: