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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Indonesian B1 Translation Books

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Indonesian B1 Translation Books

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,mythsand
dongeng
fairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeandinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousandmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimmandAndersenhavebroughtmore
kebahagiaan
happinesstochildishheartsthanallotherhumancreations.
Yettheoldtimefairytale,having
melayani
servedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’s
perpustakaan
library;
forthetimehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfand
peri
fairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthe
mengerikan
horribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointafearsomemoraltoeachtale.
Modern
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethe
modern
modernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesandgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeable
insiden
incident.
Havingthisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentand
kegembiraan
joyareretainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
DorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,whowasafarmer,andAuntEm,whowasthefarmer’swife.
Theirhousewassmall,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonmanymiles.
Therewerefourwalls,aflooranda
atap
roof,whichmadeoneroom;
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,atable,threeorfourchairs,andthebeds.
UncleHenryandAuntEmhadabigbedinone
sudut
corner,andDorothyalittlebedinanother
sudut
corner.
Therewasnogarretatall,andnocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilycouldgoincaseoneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.
Itwasreachedbya
perangkap
trapdoorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhichaladderleddownintothesmall,darkhole.
WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayandlookedaround,shecouldseenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.
Notatreenorahousebrokethebroadsweepof
datar
flatcountrythatreachedtothe
tepi
edgeoftheskyinalldirections.
Thesunhadbakedtheplowedlandintoagray
massa
mass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Eventhe
rumput
grasswasnotgreen,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesamegray
warna
colortobeseeneverywhere.
Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,butthesunblisteredthe
cat
paintandtherainswasheditaway,andnowthehousewasasdullandgrayaseverythingelse.
WhenAuntEmcametheretoliveshewasayoung,prettywife.
Thesunandwindhadchangedher,too.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyesandleftthemasobergray;
theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeksandlips,andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewas
kurus
thinandgaunt,andneversmilednow.
WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,firstcametoher,AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’s
tawa
laughterthatshewouldscreamandpressherhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
andshestilllookedatthelittlegirlwithwonderthatshecouldfindanythingtolaughat.
UncleHenryneverlaughed.
Heworkedhardfrommorningtillnightanddidnotknowwhat
sukacita
joywas.
Hewasgrayalso,fromhislongbeardtohis
kasar
roughboots,andhelookedsternandsolemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasherothersurroundings.
Totowasnotgray;
hewasalittleblackdog,withlongsilkyhairandsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,weenose.
Totoplayedalldaylong,andDorothyplayedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Today,however,theywerenotplaying.
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyatthesky,whichwasevengrayerthanusual.
DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,andlookedattheskytoo.
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefarnorththeyheardalowwailofthewind,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewherethelong
rumput
grassbowedinwavesbeforethecoming
badai
storm.
Therenowcamea
tajam
sharpwhistlingintheairfromthesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysawripplesinthe
rumput
grasscomingfromthatdirectionalso.
SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecowsandhorseswerekept.
AuntEmdroppedherworkandcametothedoor.
Oneglancetoldherofthe
bahaya
dangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
berteriak
screamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarmsandhidunderthebed,andthegirlstartedtogethim.
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopenthe
perangkap
trapdoorinthefloorandclimbeddowntheladderintothesmall,darkhole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlastandstartedtofollowheraunt.
Whenshewashalfwayacrosstheroomtherecameagreatshriekfromthewind,andthehouseshooksohardthatshelostherfootingandsatdownsuddenlyuponthefloor.
Thenastrangethinghappened.
Thehousewhirledaroundtwoorthreetimesand
naik
roseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoingupinaballoon.
Thenorthandsouthwindsmetwherethehousestood,andmadeitthe
tepat
exactcenterofthecyclone.
Inthemiddleofacyclonetheairisgenerallystill,butthegreat
tekanan
pressureofthewindoneverysideofthehouseraiseditup
tinggi
higherandhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;
andthereit
tetap
remainedandwascarriedmilesandmilesawayas
mudah
easilyasyoucouldcarryafeather.
Itwasverydark,andthewindhowledhorriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingquite
mudah
easily.
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,andoneothertimewhenthehousetipped
buruk
badly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeababyinacradle.
Totodidnotlikeit.
Heranabouttheroom,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;
butDorothysatquitestillonthefloorandwaitedtoseewhatwouldhappen.
OnceTotogottooneartheopen
perangkap
trapdoor,andfellin;
andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlosthim.
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingupthroughthehole,forthestrong
tekanan
pressureoftheairwaskeepinghimupsothathecouldnotfall.
Shecrepttothehole,caughtTotobythe
telinga
ear,anddraggedhimintotheroomagain,afterwardclosingthe
perangkap
trapdoorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.
Hourafterhourpassedaway,and
perlahan
slowlyDorothygotoverherfright;
butshefeltquite
kesepian
lonely,andthewindshriekedsoloudlyallaboutherthatshe
hampir
nearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhenthehousefellagain;
butasthehourspassedandnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingandresolvedtowaitcalmlyandseewhatthefuturewouldbring.
Atlastshecrawledovertheswayingfloortoherbed,andlaydownuponit;
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.
ChapterIIThe
Dewan
CouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedbya
kejutan
shock,sosuddenandseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthe
lembut
softbedshemighthavebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreathandwonderwhathadhappened;
andTotoputhiscoldlittlenoseintoherfaceandwhineddismally.
Dorothysatupandnoticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;
norwasitdark,forthe
terang
brightsunshinecameinatthewindow,floodingthelittleroom.
ShesprangfromherbedandwithTotoatherheelsranandopenedthedoor.
Thelittlegirlgaveacryofamazementandlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbiggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.
Thecyclonehadsetthehousedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofacountryofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearingrichandlusciousfruits.
Banksof
indah
gorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,andbirdswith
langka
rareandbrilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesandbushes.
Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,andmurmuringinavoicevery
berterima kasih
gratefultoalittlegirlwhohadlivedsolongonthe
kering
dry,grayprairies.
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangeandbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingtowardheragroupofthequeerestpeopleshehadeverseen.
Theywerenotasbigasthegrownfolkshehadalwaysbeenusedto;
butneitherweretheyverysmall.
Infact,theyseemedaboutastallasDorothy,whowasawell-grownchildforherage,
meskipun
althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyears
tua
older.
Threeweremenandoneawoman,andallwereoddlydressed.
Theyworeroundhatsthat
naik
rosetoasmallpointafootabovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.
Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’s
topi
hatwaswhite,andsheworeawhitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthesunlikediamonds.
Themenweredressedinblue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,andworewell-polishedbootswithadeeprollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasoldasUncleHenry,fortwoofthemhadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessmuch
tua
older.
Herfacewascoveredwithwrinkles,herhairwas
hampir
nearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.
WhenthesepeopledrewnearthehousewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausedandwhispered
antara
amongthemselves,asifafraidtocomefarther.
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madealowbowandsaid,inasweetvoice:.
“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.
Weareso
berterima kasih
gratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWicked
Penyihir
WitchoftheEast,andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothylistenedtothis
pidato
speechwithwonder.
Whatcouldthelittlewoman
mungkin
possiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,andsayingshehadkilledtheWicked
Penyihir
WitchoftheEast?
Dorothywasan
bersalah
innocent,harmlesslittlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;
andshehadneverkilledanythinginallherlife.
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youareverykind,buttheremustbesomemistake.
Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”repliedthelittleoldwoman,withalaugh,“andthatisthesamething.
See!”
shecontinued,pointingtothe
sudut
cornerofthehouse.
“Therearehertwofeet,stillstickingoutfromundera
blok
blockofwood.”
Dorothylooked,andgavealittlecryoffright.
There,
memang
indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthehouserestedon,twofeetwerestickingout,shodin
perak
silvershoeswithpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhandstogetherindismay.
“Thehousemusthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthelittlewomancalmly.
“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWicked
Penyihir
WitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ShehasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthem
budak
slaveforhernightandday.
Nowtheyareallsetfree,andare
berterima kasih
gratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“TheyarethepeoplewholiveinthislandoftheEastwheretheWicked
Penyihir
Witchruled.”
“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheirfriend,
meskipun
althoughIliveinthelandoftheNorth.
Whentheysawthe
Penyihir
WitchoftheEastwasdeadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertome,andIcameatonce.
Iamthe
Penyihir
WitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIamagood
penyihir
witch,andthepeopleloveme.
IamnotaspowerfulastheWicked
Penyihir
Witchwaswhoruledhere,orIshouldhavesetthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButIthoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”saidthegirl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingareal
penyihir
witch.
“Oh,no,thatisagreatmistake.
TherewereonlyfourwitchesinalltheLandofOz,andtwoofthem,thosewholiveintheNorthandtheSouth,aregoodwitches.
Iknowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
ThosewhodweltintheEastandtheWestwere,
sesungguhnya
indeed,wickedwitches;
butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofthem,thereisbutoneWicked
Penyihir
WitchinalltheLandofOz—theonewholivesintheWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquiredthelittleoldwoman.
“SheismyauntwholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”
The
Penyihir
WitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkforatime,withherhead
membungkuk
bowedandhereyesupontheground.
Thenshelookedupandsaid,“IdonotknowwhereKansasis,forIhaveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Buttellme,isitacivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesIbelievetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
But,yousee,theLandofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestoftheworld.
Thereforewestillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“OzhimselfistheGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.
“Heismore
kuat
powerfulthanalltherestofustogether.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,butjustthentheMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavea
keras
loudshoutandpointedtothe
sudut
cornerofthehousewheretheWicked
Penyihir
Witchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
askedthelittleoldwoman,andlooked,andbegantolaugh.
Thefeetofthedead
Penyihir
Witchhaddisappearedentirely,andnothingwasleftbutthe
perak
silvershoes.
“Shewassoold,”explainedthe
Penyihir
WitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupquicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Butthe
perak
silvershoesareyours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereacheddownandpickeduptheshoes,andaftershakingthe
debu
dustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“TheWitchoftheEastwasproudofthose
perak
silvershoes,”saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;
butwhatitisweneverknew.”
Dorothycarriedtheshoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthetable.
ThenshecameoutagaintotheMunchkinsandsaid:.
“Iamanxioustogetbacktomyauntanduncle,forIamsuretheywillworryaboutme.
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkinsandthe
Penyihir
Witchfirstlookedatoneanother,andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“AttheEast,notfarfromhere,”saidone,“thereisagreat
gurun
desert,andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”
“ItisthesameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forIhavebeenthereandseenit.
TheSouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”saidthethirdman,“thatitisthesameattheWest.
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbytheWicked
Penyihir
WitchoftheWest,whowouldmakeyouherslaveifyoupassedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeisthesamegreat
gurun
desertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”
Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshefelt
kesepian
lonelyamongallthesestrangepeople.
Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefsandbegantoweepalso.
Asforthelittleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapand
menyeimbangkan
balancedthepointontheendofhernose,whileshecounted“One,two,three”inasolemnvoice.
Atoncethecapchangedtoaslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
Thelittleoldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”answeredthechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.
“ThenyoumustgototheCityofEmeralds.
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereisthiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itisexactlyinthe
pusat
centerofthecountry,andisruledbyOz,theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Isheagoodman?”