Introduction
Folklore,legends,mythsandfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeandinstinctiveloveforstories
fantastis
fantastic,marvelousandmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimmandAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsthanallotherhumancreations.
Yettheoldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
forthetimehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointafearsomemoraltoeachtale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesandgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Havingthisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentandjoyareretainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
DorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,whowasafarmer,and
Bibi
AuntEm,whowasthefarmer’swife.Theirhousewassmall,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonmanymiles.
Therewerefourwalls,a
lantai
floorandaroof,whichmadeoneroom;andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,a
meja
table,threeorfourchairs,andthebeds.UncleHenryand
Bibi
AuntEmhadabigbedinonecorner,andDorothyalittlebedinanothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,andnocellar—exceptasmall
lubang
holedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilycouldgoincaseoneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushanybangunan
buildinginitspath.Itwasreachedbyatrapdoorinthe
tengah
middleofthefloor,fromwhichaladderleddownintothesmall,gelap
darkhole.WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayandlookedaround,shecouldseenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.
Nota
pohon
treenorahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountrythatmencapai
reachedtotheedgeofthelangit
skyinalldirections.The
matahari
sunhadbakedtheplowedtanah
landintoagraymass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.Eventhegrasswasnot
hijau
green,forthesunhadmembakar
burnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesamegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,butthe
matahari
sunblisteredthepaintandtherainswasheditaway,andnowthehousewasasdullandgrayaseverythingelse.When
Bibi
AuntEmcametheretoliveshewasayoung,prettywife.The
matahari
sunandwindhadchangedher,too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyesandleftthemasobergray;
theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeksandlips,andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewasthinandgaunt,andnever
tersenyum
smilednow.WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,firstcametoher,
Bibi
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamandmenekan
pressherhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerrysuara
voicereachedherears;andshestilllookedatthelittlegirlwith
heran
wonderthatshecouldfindanythingtotertawa
laughat.UncleHenryneverlaughed.
Heworkedhardfrommorningtillnightanddidnotknowwhatjoywas.
Hewasgrayalso,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,andhelookedsternandsolemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothy
tertawa
laugh,andsavedherfromtumbuh
growingasgrayasherothersurroundings.Totowasnotgray;
hewasalittleblackdog,withlongsilkyhairandsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,weenose.
Totoplayedalldaylong,andDorothyplayedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Today,
namun
however,theywerenotplaying.UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyatthe
langit
sky,whichwasevengrayerthanusual.DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,andlookedatthe
langit
skytoo.AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefar
utara
norththeyheardalowwailoftheangin
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewherethelonggrassbowedinwavesbeforethecomingstorm.Therenowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
selatan
south,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectionalso.SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecowsandhorseswerekept.
Bibi
AuntEmdroppedherworkandcametothedoor.Oneglancetoldherofthedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
melompat
jumpedoutofDorothy’sarmsandbersembunyi
hidunderthebed,andthegirlstartedtogethim.Bibi
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopenthetrapdoorinthelantai
floorandclimbeddowntheladderintothesmall,gelap
darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlastandstartedtofollowher
bibi
aunt.Whenshewashalfwayacrosstheroomtherecameagreatshriekfromthe
angin
wind,andthehouseshooksohardthatshelostherfootingandsatdownsuddenlyuponthelantai
floor.Thenastrangethinghappened.
Thehousewhirledaroundtwoorthreetimesandroseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoingupinaballoon.
The
utara
northandsouthwindsmetwherethehousestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthe
tengah
middleofacyclonetheairisgenerallystill,butthegreatpressureoftheangin
windoneverysideofthehouseraisedituphigherandhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;andthereitremainedandwas
membawa
carriedmilesandmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldmembawa
carryafeather.Itwasvery
gelap
dark,andthewindhowledhorriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingquiteeasily.Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,andoneothertimewhenthehousetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeababyinacradle.
Totodidnotlikeit.
Heranabouttheroom,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;
butDorothysatquitestillonthe
lantai
floorandwaitedtoseewhatwouldhappen.OnceTotogottoo
dekat
neartheopentrapdoor,andfellin;andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlosthim.
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingupthroughthe
lubang
hole,forthestrongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimupsothathecouldnotfall.Shecrepttothe
lubang
hole,caughtTotobytheear,anddraggedhimintotheroomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.Hourafterhour
berlalu
passedaway,andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;butshefeltquitelonely,andthe
angin
windshriekedsoloudlyallaboutherthatshenearlybecamedeaf.Atfirstshehad
tanya
wonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhenthehousefellagain;butasthehourspassedandnothing
mengerikan
terriblehappened,shestoppedworryingandresolvedtowaitcalmlyandseewhatthefuturewouldbring.Atlastshecrawledovertheswaying
lantai
floortoherbed,andlaydownuponit;andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.
ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedbyashock,sosuddenandseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreathand
tanya
wonderwhathadhappened;andTotoputhiscoldlittle
hidung
noseintoherfaceandwhineddismally.Dorothysatupand
memperhatikan
noticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;norwasit
gelap
dark,forthebrightsunshinecameinatthejendela
window,floodingthelittleroom.ShesprangfromherbedandwithTotoatherheelsranandopenedthedoor.
Thelittlegirlgaveacryofamazementandlookedabouther,hereyes
tumbuh
growingbiggerandbiggerattheindah
wonderfulsightsshesaw.Thecyclonehadsetthehousedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofacountryofmarvelous
keindahan
beauty.Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearing
kaya
richandlusciousfruits.Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesandbushes.
Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongbetween
hijau
greenbanks,andmurmuringinasuara
voiceverygratefultoalittlegirlwhohadlivedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthe
aneh
strangeandbeautifulsights,shememperhatikan
noticedcomingtowardheragroupofthequeerestpeopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotasbigasthegrownfolkshehadalwaysbeenusedto;
but
tidak
neitherweretheyverysmall.Infact,theyseemedaboutastallasDorothy,whowasawell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.
Threeweremenandoneawoman,andallwereoddly
berpakaian
dressed.Theyworeroundhatsthatrosetoasmallpointa
kaki
footabovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.Thehatsofthemenwere
biru
blue;thelittlewoman’shatwaswhite,andshe
mengenakan
woreawhitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthe
matahari
sunlikediamonds.Themenweredressedin
biru
blue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,andmengenakan
worewell-polishedbootswithadeepgulungan
rollofblueatthetops.Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasoldasUncleHenry,fortwoofthemhadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessmucholder.
Herfacewascoveredwithwrinkles,herhairwasnearlywhite,andshewalked
agak
ratherstiffly.WhenthesepeopledrewnearthehousewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtocomefarther.
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madea
rendah
lowbowandsaid,inasweetsuara
voice:.“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
tanah
landoftheMunchkins.WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Timur
East,andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothylistenedtothisspeechwith
heran
wonder.Whatcouldthelittlewomanpossiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Timur
East?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;
andshehadneverkilledanythinginallherlife.
Butthelittlewomanevidently
mengharapkan
expectedhertoanswer;soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youareverykind,buttheremustbesome
kesalahan
mistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”repliedthelittleoldwoman,witha
tertawa
laugh,“andthatisthesamething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingtothecornerofthehouse.
“Therearehertwofeet,stillstickingoutfromunderablockofwood.”
Dorothylooked,andgavealittle
teriakan
cryoffright.There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthehouserestedon,two
kaki
feetwerestickingout,shodinsilversepatu
shoeswithpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
menangis
criedDorothy,claspingherhandstogetherindismay.“Thehousemusthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthelittlewomancalmly.
“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWickedWitchofthe
Timur
East,asIsaid,”answeredthelittlewoman.“ShehasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernightandday.
Nowtheyareallsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethepeoplewholiveinthis
tanah
landoftheEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheirfriend,althoughIliveinthe
tanah
landoftheNorth.WhentheysawtheWitchofthe
Timur
EastwasdeadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertome,andIcameatonce.IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIamagoodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.
IamnotaspowerfulastheWickedWitchwaswhoruledhere,orIshouldhavesetthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButIthoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”saidthegirl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.
“Oh,no,thatisagreat
kesalahan
mistake.Therewereonlyfourwitchesinallthe
Tanah
LandofOz,andtwoofthem,thosewholiveintheUtara
NorthandtheSouth,aregoodwitches.Iknowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
Thosewhodweltinthe
Timur
EastandtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofthem,thereisbutoneWickedWitchinallthe
Tanah
LandofOz—theonewholivesintheWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Bibi
AuntEm?”inquiredthelittleoldwoman.
“Sheismy
bibi
auntwholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”TheWitchofthe
Utara
Northseemedtothinkforatime,withherheadbowedandhereyesuponthetanah
ground.Thenshelookedupandsaid,“IdonotknowwhereKansasis,forIhaveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Buttellme,isitacivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesIbelievetherearenowitchesleft,
atau
norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.But,yousee,the
Tanah
LandofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestoftheworld.Thereforewestillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“OzhimselfistheGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.
“Heismorepowerfulthanalltherestofustogether.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,butjustthentheMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavealoudshoutandpointedtothecornerofthehousewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
askedthelittleoldwoman,andlooked,and
mulai
begantolaugh.ThefeetofthedeadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,andnothingwasleftbutthesilver
sepatu
shoes.“Shewassoold,”explainedtheWitchofthe
Utara
North,“thatshedriedupcepat
quicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.Butthesilver
sepatu
shoesareyours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereacheddownandpickedupthe
sepatu
shoes,andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchoftheEastwas
bangga
proudofthosesilvershoes,”saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;butwhatitisweneverknew.”
Dorothy
membawa
carriedtheshoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthemeja
table.ThenshecameoutagaintotheMunchkinsandsaid:.
“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
bibi
auntanduncle,forIamsuretheywillworryaboutme.Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkinsandtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Timur
East,notfarfromhere,”saidone,“thereisagreatdesert,andtidak
nonecouldlivetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forIhavebeenthereandseenit.
The
Selatan
SouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”saidthe
ketiga
thirdman,“thatitisthesameattheBarat
West.Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbytheWickedWitchofthe
Barat
West,whowouldmakeyouherslaveifyoumelewati
passedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeisthesamegreatdesertthatsurroundsthis
Tanah
LandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”Dorothy
mulai
begantosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamongallthesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
segera
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefsandmulai
begantoweepalso.Asforthelittleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapandbalancedthepointontheendofhernose,whileshe
menghitung
counted“One,two,three”inasolemnsuara
voice.Atoncethecapchangedtoaslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
Thelittleoldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”answeredthechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.
“ThenyoumustgototheCityofEmeralds.
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereisthiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itisexactlyinthecenterofthecountry,andisruledbyOz,theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Isheagoodman?”