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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
og
and
fairytaleshavefollowedchildhood
gjennom
through
theages,foreveryhealthyyoungster
har
has
awholesomeandinstinctive
kjærlighet
love
forstoriesfantastic,marvelous
og
and
manifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
og
and
Andersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishhearts
enn
than
allotherhumancreations.
Likevel
Yet
theoldtimefairytale,
har
having
servedforgenerations,may
now
beclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
forthe
tiden
time
hascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”in
der
which
thestereotypedgenie,dwarf
og
and
fairyareeliminated,together
med
with
allthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorsto
peke
point
afearsomemoralto
hver
each
tale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodern
barnet
child
seeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertales
og
and
gladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Having
denne
this
thoughtinmind,the
historien
story
of“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”was
skrevet
written
solelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeing
et
a
modernizedfairytale,in
der
which
thewondermentandjoyareretained
og
and
theheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothylivedin
de
the
midstofthegreatKansasprairies,
med
with
UncleHenry,whowas
en
a
farmer,andAuntEm,
som
who
wasthefarmer’swife.
Their
hus
house
wassmall,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagon
mange
many
miles.
Therewerefourwalls,
et
a
floorandaroof,
som
which
madeoneroom;
and
dette
this
roomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,atable,
tre
three
orfourchairs,andthebeds.
Onkel
Uncle
HenryandAuntEm
hadde
had
abigbedinonecorner,
og
and
Dorothyalittlebedinanothercorner.
Det
There
wasnogarretatall,
og
and
nocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,
kalt
called
acyclonecellar,wherethefamily
kunne
could
goincaseoneofthose
store
great
whirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrush
enhver
any
buildinginitspath.
Itwasreachedby
en
a
trapdoorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhich
en
a
ladderleddownintothe
lille
small
,darkhole.
WhenDorothystoodin
den
the
doorwayandlookedaround,she
kunne
could
seenothingbutthe
store
great
grayprairieonevery
side
side
.
Notatreenor
et
a
housebrokethebroadsweepofflat
land
country
thatreachedtotheedgeof
den
the
skyinalldirections.
Thesun
hadde
had
bakedtheplowedlandinto
en
a
graymass,withlittlecracksrunning
gjennom
through
it.
Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,forthesun
hadde
had
burnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethe
samme
same
graycolortobeseeneverywhere.
Oncethe
huset
house
hadbeenpainted,butthesunblisteredthepaint
og
and
therainswashedit
bort
away
,andnowthehousewasasdull
og
and
grayaseverythingelse.
Da
When
AuntEmcametheretoliveshewas
en
a
young,prettywife.
Thesun
og
and
windhadchangedher,
også
too
.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
og
and
leftthemasobergray;
they
hadde
had
takentheredfromhercheeks
og
and
lips,andtheyweregray
også
also
.
Shewasthinandgaunt,
og
and
neversmilednow.
WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,
først
first
cametoher,AuntEm
hadde
had
beensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshe
ville
would
screamandpressher
hånden
hand
uponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
og
and
shestilllookedat
den
the
littlegirlwithwonder
at
that
shecouldfindanythingtolaugh
at
.
UncleHenryneverlaughed.
He
jobbet
worked
hardfrommorningtill
kveld
night
anddidnotknowwhatjoywas.
Hewasgray
også
also
,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,
og
and
helookedsternandsolemn,
og
and
rarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothylaugh,
og
and
savedherfromgrowingasgrayasher
andre
other
surroundings.
Totowasnotgray;
hewas
en
a
littleblackdog,withlongsilky
hår
hair
andsmallblackeyes
som
that
twinkledmerrilyoneither
side
side
ofhisfunny,weenose.
Toto
spilte
played
alldaylong,andDorothy
spilte
played
withhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Today,however,theywerenot
spille
playing
.
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstep
og
and
lookedanxiouslyatthesky,
som
which
wasevengrayerthanusual.
Dorothystoodinthe
døren
door
withTotoinherarms,
og
and
lookedatthesky
også
too
.
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefarnorththey
hørte
heard
alowwailofthewind,
og
and
UncleHenryandDorothy
kunne
could
seewherethelonggrassbowedinwaves
før
before
thecomingstorm.
There
now
cameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthesouth,
og
and
astheyturnedtheireyesthat
måten
way
theysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirection
også
also
.
SuddenlyUncleHenrystood
opp
up
.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
kone
wife
.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenhe
løp
ran
towardtheshedswherethecows
og
and
horseswerekept.
AuntEmdroppedherwork
og
and
cametothedoor.
Oneglance
fortalte
told
herofthedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Totojumped
ut
out
ofDorothy’sarmsandhid
under
under
thebed,andthe
jenta
girl
startedtogethim.
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threw
åpen
open
thetrapdoorinthefloor
og
and
climbeddowntheladderintothe
lille
small
,darkhole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlast
og
and
startedtofollowheraunt.
Da
When
shewashalfwayacrossthe
rommet
room
therecameagreatshriekfromthewind,
og
and
thehouseshookso
hardt
hard
thatshelostherfooting
og
and
satdownsuddenlyuponthefloor.
Then
en
a
strangethinghappened.
The
huset
house
whirledaroundtwoor
tre
three
timesandroseslowly
gjennom
through
theair.
Dorothyfeltas
om
if
sheweregoingupin
en
a
balloon.
Thenorthandsouthwinds
møttes
met
wherethehousestood,
og
and
madeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.
Inthemiddleof
en
a
cyclonetheairisgenerallystill,
men
but
thegreatpressureofthewindon
hver
every
sideofthehouseraisedit
opp
up
higherandhigher,untilitwasatthevery
toppen
top
ofthecyclone;
and
der
there
itremainedandwascarriedmiles
og
and
milesawayaseasilyasyou
kunne
could
carryafeather.
Itwas
veldig
very
dark,andthewindhowledhorribly
rundt
around
her,butDorothyfoundshewasriding
ganske
quite
easily.
Afterthefirst
few
whirlsaround,andone
annen
other
timewhenthehousetippedbadly,shefeltas
om
if
shewerebeingrockedgently,likea
baby
baby
inacradle.
Totodidnot
likte
like
it.
Heranaboutthe
rommet
room
,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;
men
but
Dorothysatquitestillonthefloor
og
and
waitedtoseewhat
ville
would
happen.
OnceTotogot
for
too
neartheopentrapdoor,
og
and
fellin;
andatfirst
den
the
littlegirlthoughtshe
hadde
had
losthim.
Butsoonshe
saw
oneofhisearssticking
opp
up
throughthehole,forthestrongpressureoftheairwas
holdt
keeping
himupsothathe
kunne
could
notfall.
Shecrepttothehole,
fanget
caught
Totobytheear,
og
and
draggedhimintothe
rommet
room
again,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorso
at
that
nomoreaccidentscould
skje
happen
.
Hourafterhourpassed
bort
away
,andslowlyDorothygot
over
over
herfright;
butshefelt
ganske
quite
lonely,andthewindshriekedsoloudlyallabouther
at
that
shenearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshe
hadde
had
wonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
når
when
thehousefellagain;
men
but
asthehourspassed
og
and
nothingterriblehappened,she
sluttet
stopped
worryingandresolvedto
vente
wait
calmlyandseewhatthefuture
ville
would
bring.
Atlastshecrawled
over
over
theswayingfloortoher
sengen
bed
,andlaydownupon
det
it
;
andTotofollowedandlaydownbeside
henne
her
.
ChapterIITheCouncil
med
with
theMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
et
a
shock,sosuddenandsevere
at
that
ifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingon
den
the
softbedshemight
ha
have
beenhurt.
Asitwas,thejar
gjorde
made
hercatchherbreath
og
and
wonderwhathadhappened;
og
and
Totoputhiscold
lille
little
noseintoherface
og
and
whineddismally.
Dorothysat
opp
up
andnoticedthatthe
huset
house
wasnotmoving;
norwasitdark,forthebrightsunshine
kom
came
inatthewindow,floodingthe
lille
little
room.
Shesprangfromher
sengen
bed
andwithTotoatherheels
løp
ran
andopenedthedoor.
The
lille
little
girlgaveacryofamazement
og
and
lookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbigger
og
and
biggeratthewonderfulsightsshe
saw
.
Thecyclonehadsetthe
huset
house
downverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofa
land
country
ofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,
med
with
statelytreesbearingrich
og
and
lusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereon
hver
every
hand,andbirdswithrare
og
and
brilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetrees
og
and
bushes.
Alittlewayoffwas
en
a
smallbrook,rushingandsparkling
langs
along
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringin
en
a
voiceverygratefulto
en
a
littlegirlwhohadlivedso
lenge
long
onthedry,grayprairies.
Mens
While
shestoodlookingeagerlyat
de
the
strangeandbeautifulsights,shenoticed
komme
coming
towardheragroupof
de
the
queerestpeopleshehadeverseen.
Theywerenotas
store
big
asthegrownfolkshe
hadde
had
alwaysbeenusedto;
men
but
neitherweretheyvery
små
small
.
Infact,theyseemed
om
about
astallasDorothy,whowas
et
a
well-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,so
langt
far
aslooksgo,manyyearsolder.
Tre
Three
weremenandonea
kvinne
woman
,andallwereoddlydressed.
Theyworeroundhatsthatrosetoasmall
punkt
point
afootabovetheirheads,
med
with
littlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyasthey
beveget
moved
.
Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
den
the
littlewoman’shatwas
hvit
white
,andsheworea
hvit
white
gownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Over
Over
itweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthesunlikediamonds.
Themenweredressedinblue,ofthe
samme
same
shadeastheirhats,
og
and
worewell-polishedbootswith
en
a
deeprollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothy
tenkte
thought
,wereaboutasoldas
Onkel
Uncle
Henry,fortwoofthem
hadde
had
beards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
mye
much
older.
Herfacewascovered
med
with
wrinkles,herhairwasnearlywhite,
og
and
shewalkedratherstiffly.
Da
When
thesepeopledrewnearthe
huset
house
whereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypaused
og
and
whisperedamongthemselves,as
om
if
afraidtocomefarther.
Men
But
thelittleoldwoman
gikk
walked
uptoDorothy,made
en
a
lowbowandsaid,in
en
a
sweetvoice:.
“Youare
velkommen
welcome
,mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyoufor
har
having
killedtheWickedWitchof
den
the
East,andforsettingour
folk
people
freefrombondage.”
Dorothy
lyttet
listened
tothisspeechwithwonder.
What
kunne
could
thelittlewomanpossibly
bety
mean
bycallingherasorceress,
og
and
sayingshehadkilled
den
the
WickedWitchoftheEast?
Dorothywasaninnocent,harmless
liten
little
girl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclone
mange
many
milesfromhome;
andshe
hadde
had
neverkilledanythinginallher
liv
life
.
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedherto
svare
answer
;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youare
veldig
very
kind,buttheremustbesomemistake.
I
har
have
notkilledanything.”
“Your
hus
house
did,anyway,”repliedthe
lille
little
oldwoman,withalaugh,“and
det
that
isthesamething.
See!”
shecontinued,
pekte
pointing
tothecornerofthe
huset
house
.
“Therearehertwofeet,
fortsatt
still
stickingoutfromunder
en
a
blockofwood.”
Dorothy
looked
,andgavealittlecryoffright.
Der
There
,indeed,justunderthecornerof
den
the
greatbeamthehouse
hvilte
rested
on,twofeetweresticking
ut
out
,shodinsilvershoes
med
with
pointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
sammen
together
indismay.
“Thehousemusthave
falt
fallen
onher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereis
ingenting
nothing
tobedone,”said
den
the
littlewomancalmly.
“But
hvem
who
wasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewas
den
the
WickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”
svarte
answered
thelittlewoman.
“She
har
has
heldalltheMunchkinsinbondagefor
mange
many
years,makingthemslaveforher
natt
night
andday.
Nowtheyare
alle
all
setfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyare
den
the
peoplewholivein
dette
this
landoftheEast
hvor
where
theWickedWitchruled.”
“Areyou
en
a
Munchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheir
venn
friend
,althoughIliveinthelandoftheNorth.
Da
When
theysawtheWitchoftheEastwas
død
dead
theMunchkinssentaswiftmessengerto
meg
me
,andIcameatonce.
IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyou
en
a
realwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”
svarte
answered
thelittlewoman.
“ButIam
en
a
goodwitch,andthe
folk
people
loveme.
Iamnotaspowerfulas
den
the
WickedWitchwaswhoruled
her
here
,orIshouldhave
satt
set
thepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButI
trodde
thought
allwitcheswerewicked,”
sa
said
thegirl,whowashalffrightenedat
møte
facing
arealwitch.
“Oh,
nei
no
,thatisagreatmistake.
Det
There
wereonlyfourwitchesinalltheLandofOz,
og
and
twoofthem,those
som
who
liveintheNorth
og
and
theSouth,aregoodwitches.
I
vet
know
thisistrue,forIam
en
one
ofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
Those
som
who
dweltintheEast
og
and
theWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
men
but
nowthatyouhavekilled
en
one
ofthem,thereis
men
but
oneWickedWitchinall
den
the
LandofOz—theonewholivesin
den
the
West.”
“But,”saidDorothy,
etter
after
amoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldme
at
that
thewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquired
den
the
littleoldwoman.
“Sheismyaunt
som
who
livesinKansas,whereI
kom
came
from.”
TheWitchoftheNorthseemedto
tenke
think
foratime,withher
hodet
head
bowedandhereyesupontheground.
Thenshe
looked
upandsaid,“Idonotknow
hvor
where
Kansasis,forI
har
have
neverheardthatcountrymentioned
før
before
.
Buttellme,isit
et
a
civilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
In
de
the
civilizedcountriesIbelieve
det
there
arenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Men
But
,yousee,theLandofOz
har
has
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromallthe
resten
rest
oftheworld.
Thereforewe
fortsatt
still
havewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
spurte
asked
Dorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
den
the
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoiceto
en
a
whisper.
“Heismorepowerful
enn
than
alltherestofus
sammen
together
.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanother
spørsmål
question
,butjustthentheMunchkins,
som
who
hadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gave
et
a
loudshoutandpointedto
den
the
cornerofthehouse
hvor
where
theWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
spurte
asked
thelittleoldwoman,
og
and
looked,andbegantolaugh.
Den
The
feetofthedeadWitch
hadde
had
disappearedentirely,andnothingwasleft
men
but
thesilvershoes.
“Shewassoold,”explainedtheWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedried
opp
up
quicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Men
But
thesilvershoesareyours,
og
and
youshallhavethemtowear.”
Shereached
ned
down
andpickeduptheshoes,
og
and
aftershakingthedust
ut
out
ofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“TheWitchoftheEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”
sa
said
oneoftheMunchkins,“and
det
there
issomecharmconnectedwiththem;
men
but
whatitiswe
aldri
never
knew.”
Dorothycarriedtheshoesintothe
huset
house
andplacedthemonthetable.
Thenshe
kom
came
outagaintotheMunchkins
og
and
said:.
“Iamanxiousto
komme
get
backtomyaunt
og
and
uncle,forIam
sikker
sure
theywillworryaboutme.
Kan
Can
youhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkins
og
and
theWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,
og
and
thenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“AttheEast,not
langt
far
fromhere,”saidone,“thereisa
stor
great
desert,andnonecould
leve
live
tocrossit.”
“Itisthe
samme
same
attheSouth,”saidanother,“forI
har
have
beenthereandseenit.
TheSouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
sa
said
thethirdman,“thatitisthe
samme
same
attheWest.
Andthatcountry,
hvor
where
theWinkieslive,isruledby
den
the
WickedWitchoftheWest,who
ville
would
makeyouherslave
hvis
if
youpassedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”
sa
said
theoldlady,“andatitsedgeis
den
the
samegreatdesertthatsurrounds
dette
this
LandofOz.I’m
redd
afraid
,mydear,youwill
have
tolivewithus.”
Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamong
alle
all
thesestrangepeople.
Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediately
tok
took
outtheirhandkerchiefsandbegantoweep
også
also
.
Asforthelittle
gamle
old
woman,shetookoffhercap
og
and
balancedthepointon
den
the
endofhernose,
mens
while
shecounted“One,two,three”inasolemnvoice.
Atoncethecap
endret
changed
toaslate,on
som
which
waswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHY
GO
TOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
The
lille
little
oldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,
og
and
havingreadthewordsonit,
spurte
asked
,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”
svarte
answered
thechild,lookingup
og
and
dryinghertears.
“Thenyou
must
gototheCityofEmeralds.
Kanskje
Perhaps
Ozwillhelpyou.”
“Whereis
denne
this
city?”
askedDorothy.
“Itis
akkurat
exactly
inthecenterofthecountry,
og
and
isruledbyOz,the
Store
Great
WizardItoldyouof.”
“Ishe
en
a
goodman?”