The Tin Woodman of Oz HTML version

20. Over Night
The Land of the Munchkins is full of surprises, as our travelers had already learned, and
although Mount Munch was constantly growing larger as they advanced toward it, they
knew it was still a long way off and were not certain, by any means, that they had
escaped all danger or encountered their last adventure.
The plain was broad, and as far as the eye could see, there seemed to be a level stretch of
country between them and the mountain, but toward evening they came upon a hollow, in
which stood a tiny blue Munchkin dwelling with a garden around it and fields of grain
filling in all the rest of the hollow.
They did not discover this place until they came close to the edge of it, and they were
astonished at the sight that greeted them because they had imagined that this part of the
plain had no inhabitants.
"It's a very small house," Woot declared. "I wonder who lives there?"
"The way to find out is to knock on the door and ask," replied the Tin Woodman.
"Perhaps it is the home of Nimmie Amee."
"Is she a dwarf?" asked the boy.
"No, indeed; Nimmie Amee is a full sized woman."
"Then I'm sure she couldn't live in that little house," said Woot.
"Let's go down," suggested the Scarecrow. "I'm almost sure I can see a straw-stack in the
back yard."
They descended the hollow, which was rather steep at the sides, and soon came to the
house, which was indeed rather small. Woot knocked upon a door that was not much
higher than his waist, but got no reply. He knocked again, but not a sound was heard.
"Smoke is coming out of the chimney," announced Polychrome, who was dancing lightly
through the garden, where cabbages and beets and turnips and the like were growing
"Then someone surely lives here," said Woot, and knocked again.
Now a window at the side of the house opened and a queer head appeared. It was white
and hairy and had a long snout and little round eyes. The ears were hidden by a blue
sunbonnet tied under the chin.
"Oh; it's a pig!" exclaimed Woot.