Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
und
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhooddurch
throughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhaseine
awholesomeandinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousund
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
und
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsals
thanallotherhumancreations.Yettheoldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,
kann
maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;forthe
zeit
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfund
andfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorribleund
andblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointeine
afearsomemoraltoeachtale.Moderneducationincludesmorality;
therefore
das
themodernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesund
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Having
dieses
thisthoughtinmind,thegeschichte
storyof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasekinder
childrenoftoday.Itaspirestobeing
ein
amodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentund
andjoyareretainedandtheheartachesund
andnightmaresareleftout.L.
ChapterI
Der
TheCycloneDorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,with
Onkel
UncleHenry,whowasafarmer,und
andAuntEm,whowasthefarmer’sfrau
wife.Theirhousewassmall,for
das
thelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonviele
manymiles.Therewerefourwalls,
ein
afloorandaroof,whichmadeonezimmer
room;andthisroomcontained
ein
arustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,ein
atable,threeorfourchairs,und
andthebeds.UncleHenry
und
andAuntEmhadabigbett
bedinonecorner,andDorothyein
alittlebedinanothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,
und
andnocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilie
familycouldgoincaseoneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightygenug
enoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.Itwasreachedby
eine
atrapdoorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhicheine
aladderleddownintothesmall,darkhole.Als
WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayund
andlookedaround,shecouldsehen
seenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.Not
ein
atreenorahousebrachen
brokethebroadsweepofflatcountrythatreachedtodie
theedgeoftheskyinalle
alldirections.Thesunhadbakedtheplowedlandintoagraymass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Sogar
Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesamegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.Einmal
Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,aber
butthesunblisteredthepaintund
andtherainswasheditaway,und
andnowthehousewasasdullund
andgrayaseverythingelse.Als
WhenAuntEmcametheretoliveshewaseine
ayoung,prettywife.Thesun
und
andwindhadchangedher,auch
too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
und
andleftthemasobergray;theyhad
genommen
takentheredfromhercheeksund
andlips,andtheyweregrayauch
also.Shewasthinandgaunt,
und
andneversmilednow.WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,first
kam
cametoher,AuntEmhadbeensostartledbydie
thechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamund
andpressherhanduponherherz
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;und
andshestilllookedatdas
thelittlegirlwithwonderdass
thatshecouldfindanythingtolaughan
at.UncleHenryneverlaughed.
Heworked
hart
hardfrommorningtillnightund
anddidnotknowwhatjoywas.Hewasgray
auch
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,und
andhelookedsternandsolemn,und
andrarelyspoke.ItwasToto
so
thatmadeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasherandere
othersurroundings.Totowasnotgray;
hewas
ein
alittleblackdog,withlongsilkyhairund
andsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,weenose.Totoplayedall
tag
daylong,andDorothyplayedwithhim,und
andlovedhimdearly.Today,however,theywerenotplaying.
Onkel
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepund
andlookedanxiouslyatthesky,whichwasevengrayerals
thanusual.DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,
und
andlookedattheskyauch
too.AuntEmwaswashing
das
thedishes.Fromthefarnorththeyheard
ein
alowwailofthewind,und
andUncleHenryandDorothykonnten
couldseewherethelonggrassbowedinwavesvor
beforethecomingstorm.There
nun
nowcameasharpwhistlingintheluft
airfromthesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysahen
sawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectionauch
also.SuddenlyUncleHenrystood
auf
up.“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
frau
wife.“I’llgolookafter
die
thestock.”Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecows
und
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedher
arbeit
workandcametothedoor.Oneglance
sagte
toldherofthedangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runfor
den
thecellar!”TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
und
andhidunderthebed,und
andthegirlstartedtogetihn
him.AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopenthetrapdoorinthefloor
und
andclimbeddowntheladderintothesmall,darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
und
andstartedtofollowheraunt.Als
Whenshewashalfwayacrosstheraum
roomtherecameagreatshriekfromthewind,und
andthehouseshooksohardthatshelostherfootingund
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthefloor.Thenastrangething
geschah
happened.Thehousewhirledaround
zwei
twoorthreetimesandroseslowlydurch
throughtheair.Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoing
nach oben
upinaballoon.Thenorth
und
andsouthwindsmetwherethehaus
housestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthemiddleofacyclonethe
luft
airisgenerallystill,butthegreatpressureofthewindonjeder
everysideofthehouseraisedituphigherund
andhigher,untilitwasattheveryspitze
topofthecyclone;and
dort
thereitremainedandwascarriedmilesund
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoukonnte
couldcarryafeather.Itwas
sehr
verydark,andthewindhowledhorriblyherum
aroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingziemlich
quiteeasily.Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,
und
andoneothertimewhenthehaus
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeein
ababyinacradle.Totodidnotlikeit.
Heranabout
den
theroom,nowhere,nowdort
there,barkingloudly;butDorothysat
ganz
quitestillonthefloorund
andwaitedtoseewhatwürde
wouldhappen.OnceTotogottoonear
die
theopentrapdoor,andfellin;und
andatfirstthelittlemädchen
girlthoughtshehadlostihn
him.Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingup
durch
throughthehole,forthestrongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimupsoso
thathecouldnotfall.Shecrepttothehole,caughtTotobytheear,
und
anddraggedhimintotheraum
roomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothatnomehr
moreaccidentscouldhappen.Hourafter
stunde
hourpassedaway,andslowlyDorothybekam
gotoverherfright;butshe
fühlte
feltquitelonely,andthewindshriekedsoloudlyallaboutherthatshenearlybecamedeaf.At
zuerst
firstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhendas
thehousefellagain;butas
die
thehourspassedandnothingterriblepassierte
happened,shestoppedworryingandresolvedtowarten
waitcalmlyandseewhatdie
thefuturewouldbring.Atlastshecrawled
über
overtheswayingfloortoherbett
bed,andlaydownuponit;und
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedbyashock,sosudden
und
andseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeengelegen
lyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenverletzt
hurt.Asitwas,thejarmadeher
fangen
catchherbreathandwonderwhathadpassiert
happened;andTotoputhiscoldlittlenoseintoher
gesicht
faceandwhineddismally.Dorothysat
auf
upandnoticedthatthehaus
housewasnotmoving;norwasitdark,forthebrightsunshine
kam
cameinatthewindow,floodingthelittlezimmer
room.Shesprangfromher
bett
bedandwithTotoatherheelsranund
andopenedthedoor.Thelittle
mädchen
girlgaveacryofamazementund
andlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbiggerund
andbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesah
saw.Thecyclonehadsetthe
haus
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofacountryofmarvelousbeauty.Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearingrich
und
andlusciousfruits.Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
und
andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumagesangund
andflutteredinthetreesund
andbushes.Alittlewayoffwas
ein
asmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongzwischen
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringinein
avoiceverygratefultoein
alittlegirlwhohadgelebt
livedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.Während
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangeund
andbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingtowardhereine
agroupofthequeerestmenschen
peopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotas
groß
bigasthegrownfolkshehadalwaysbeenusedto;aber
butneitherweretheyveryklein
small.Infact,theyseemedaboutastallasDorothy,whowas
ein
awell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,viele
manyyearsolder.Threeweremen
und
andoneawoman,andalle
allwereoddlydressed.Theyworeroundhatsthatrosetoasmallpointafootabovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaround
die
thebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheybewegten
moved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’shatwas
weiß
white,andsheworeaweiß
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthesunlikediamonds.
Themenweredressedinblue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,
und
andworewell-polishedbootswithadeeprollofblueatthetops.Die
Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasalt
oldasUncleHenry,forzwei
twoofthemhadbeards.Aber
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessviel
mucholder.Herfacewascoveredwithwrinkles,her
haar
hairwasnearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.Whenthese
leute
peopledrewnearthehousewo
whereDorothywasstandinginder
thedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtokommen
comefarther.Butthelittleold
frau
womanwalkeduptoDorothy,madealowbowund
andsaid,inasweetvoice:.“Youare
willkommen
welcome,mostnobleSorceress,toder
thelandoftheMunchkins.WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast,
und
andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothy
hörte
listenedtothisspeechwithwonder.What
könnte
couldthelittlewomanpossiblymeinen
meanbycallingherasorceress,und
andsayingshehadkilleddie
theWickedWitchoftheEast?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittle
mädchen
girl,whohadbeencarriedbyacycloneviele
manymilesfromhome;andshehad
nie
neverkilledanythinginallherleben
life.Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youare
sehr
verykind,buttheremustbesomemistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
haus
housedid,anyway,”repliedthelittleoldfrau
woman,withalaugh,“andthatisthesamething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingto
die
thecornerofthehouse.“Therearehertwofeet,
immer noch
stillstickingoutfromunderablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,
und
andgavealittlecryoffright.Dort
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthehaus
houserestedon,twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoeswithpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
zusammen
togetherindismay.“Thehouse
muss
musthavefallenonher.Was
Whatevershallwedo?”“Thereis
nichts
nothingtobedone,”saiddie
thelittlewomancalmly.“Butwhowasshe?”
fragte
askedDorothy.“ShewastheWickedWitchof
die
theEast,asIsaid,”answereddie
thelittlewoman.“Shehas
gehalten
heldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernacht
nightandday.Nowtheyare
alle
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforden
thefavor.”“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyare
die
thepeoplewholiveinthislandofdie
theEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”“Areyou
ein
aMunchkin?”askedDorothy.
“No,
aber
butIamtheirfriend,althoughIlebe
liveinthelandoftheNorth.Als
WhentheysawtheWitchofdie
theEastwasdeadtheMunchkinsschickten
sentaswiftmessengertomir
me,andIcameatonce.Iam
die
theWitchoftheNorth.”“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyou
eine
arealwitch?”“Yes,indeed,”answeredthelittle
frau
woman.“ButIamagoodwitch,
und
andthepeopleloveme.Iamnotaspowerfulas
die
theWickedWitchwaswhoruledhier
here,orIshouldhavesetdie
thepeoplefreemyself.”“ButI
dachte
thoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”saiddas
thegirl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.“Oh,
nein
no,thatisagreatmistake.Therewere
nur
onlyfourwitchesinalldie
theLandofOz,andzwei
twoofthem,thosewholeben
liveintheNorthanddie
theSouth,aregoodwitches.Iknowthisis
wahr
true,forIamoneofthemmyself,und
andcannotbemistaken.Thosewhodweltin
die
theEastandtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;aber
butnowthatyouhavekilledeine
oneofthem,thereisaber
butoneWickedWitchinalldie
theLandofOz—theonewholivesindie
theWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,
nach
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmedass
thatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsund
andyearsago.”“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquired
die
thelittleoldwoman.“SheismyauntwholivesinKansas,
wo
whereIcamefrom.”TheWitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkfor
eine
atime,withherheadbowedund
andhereyesupontheground.Thenshelooked
auf
upandsaid,“Idonotknowwo
whereKansasis,forIhavenie
neverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.Aber
Buttellme,isitein
acivilizedcountry?”“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsfor
es
it.InthecivilizedcountriesI
glaube
believetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.Aber
But,yousee,theLandofOzhasnie
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherest
restoftheworld.Thereforewe
immer noch
stillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”“Whoare
die
thewizards?”askedDorothy.
“OzhimselfistheGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.
“Heismorepowerful
als
thanalltherestofuszusammen
together.Helivesinthe
Stadt
CityofEmeralds.”Dorothywasgoingto
stellen
askanotherquestion,butjustthentheMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gaveeine
aloudshoutandpointedtothecornerofthehousewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlag
lying.“Whatisit?”
asked
die
thelittleoldwoman,andlooked,und
andbegantolaugh.ThefeetofthedeadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,
und
andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explainedtheWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupquicklyinthesun.
So
Thatistheendofher.Aber
Butthesilvershoesareyours,und
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereached
unten
downandpickeduptheshoes,und
andaftershakingthedustaus
outofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchoftheEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”said
einer
oneoftheMunchkins,“andthereisetwas
somecharmconnectedwiththem;aber
butwhatitiswenie
neverknew.”Dorothycarriedtheshoesintothe
haus
houseandplacedthemonthetable.Thenshe
kam
cameoutagaintotheMunchkinsund
andsaid:.“Iamanxioustogetbacktomyaunt
und
anduncle,forIamsicher
suretheywillworryaboutme.Kannst
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”TheMunchkins
und
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,und
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.“AttheEast,notfarfromhere,”saidone,“thereisagreatdesert,
und
andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”said
anderer
another,“forIhavebeendort
thereandseenit.TheSouthisthe
land
countryoftheQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”said
der
thethirdman,“thatitisder
thesameattheWest.Und
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkiesleben
live,isruledbytheWickedWitchoftheWest,whowouldmachen
makeyouherslaveifyoupassedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”said
die
theoldlady,“andatitsedgeisdie
thesamegreatdesertthatsurroundsdieses
thisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”Dorothybegantosobat
dieser
this,forshefeltlonelyamongallthesestrangemenschen
people.Hertearsseemedtogrieve
die
thekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefsund
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthelittleold
frau
woman,shetookoffhercapund
andbalancedthepointontheende
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,zwei
two,three”inasolemnvoice.Atoncethecapchangedto
eine
aslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Stadt
CITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittleold
frau
womantooktheslatefromhernose,und
andhavingreadthewordsonit,fragte
asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”“Yes,”answered
das
thechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.“Thenyoumustgotothe
Stadt
CityofEmeralds.PerhapsOzwill
helfen
helpyou.”“Whereisthiscity?”
fragte
askedDorothy.“Itisexactlyin
der
thecenterofthecountry,und
andisruledbyOz,der
theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”“Ishe
ein
agoodman?”