Introduction
Folklore,legends,mythsandfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeandinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousandmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimmandAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsthanallotherhumancreations.
Yettheoldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
forthetimehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointafearsomemoraltoeachtale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesandgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Havingthisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“The
Maravilhoso
WonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentandjoyareretainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
DorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,whowasafarmer,and
Tia
AuntEm,whowasthefarmer’swife.Theirhousewassmall,forthelumberto
construí
buildithadtobecarriedbywagonmanymiles.Therewerefourwalls,a
chão
floorandaroof,whichmadeoneroom;andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,a
mesa
table,threeorfourchairs,andthebeds.UncleHenryand
Tia
AuntEmhadabigbedinonecorner,andDorothyalittlebedinanothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,andnocellar—exceptasmall
buraco
holedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilycouldgoincaseoneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushanyedifício
buildinginitspath.Itwas
chegava
reachedbyatrapdoorinthemeio
middleofthefloor,fromwhichaladderlevava
leddownintothesmall,escuro
darkhole.WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayandlookedaround,shecouldseenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.
Nota
árvore
treenorahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountrythatchegava
reachedtotheedgeofthecéu
skyinalldirections.The
sol
sunhadbakedtheplowedterra
landintoagraymass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.Eventhegrasswasnot
verde
green,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesamegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,butthe
sol
sunblisteredthepaintandtherainslavou
washeditaway,andnowthehousewasasdullandgrayaseverythingelse.When
Tia
AuntEmcametheretoliveshewasayoung,prettywife.The
sol
sunandwindhadchangedher,too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyesandleftthemasobergray;
theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeksandlips,andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewasthinandgaunt,andnever
sorriu
smilednow.WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,firstcametoher,
Tia
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamandpressionava
pressherhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoz
voicereachedherears;andshestilllookedatthelittlegirlwithwonderthatshecouldfindanythingto
rir
laughat.UncleHenrynever
riu
laughed.Heworkedhardfrommorningtillnightanddidnotknowwhatjoywas.
Hewasgrayalso,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,andhelookedsternandsolemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothy
rir
laugh,andsavedherfromcrescer
growingasgrayasherothersurroundings.Totowasnotgray;
hewasalittleblackdog,withlongsilkyhairandsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,wee
nariz
nose.Totoplayedalldaylong,andDorothyplayedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Today,
no entanto
however,theywerenotplaying.UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyatthe
céu
sky,whichwasevengrayerthanusual.DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,andlookedatthe
céu
skytoo.AuntEmwas
lavar
washingthedishes.Fromthefar
norte
norththeyheardalowwailofthevento
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewherethelonggrassbowedinwavesbeforethecomingstorm.Therenowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
sul
south,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectionalso.SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecowsandhorseswerekept.
Tia
AuntEmdroppedherworkandcametothedoor.Oneglancetoldherofthedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
saltou
jumpedoutofDorothy’sarmsandescondeu
hidunderthebed,andthegirlstartedtogethim.Tia
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopenthetrapdoorinthechão
floorandclimbeddowntheladderintothesmall,escuro
darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlastandstartedtofollowher
tia
aunt.Whenshewashalfway
através
acrosstheroomtherecameagreatshriekfromthevento
wind,andthehouseshooksohardthatshelostherfootingandsatdownsuddenlyuponthechão
floor.Thenastrangethinghappened.
Thehousewhirledaroundtwoorthreetimesandroseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoingupinaballoon.
The
norte
northandsouthwindsmetwherethehousestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthe
meio
middleofacyclonetheairisgenerallystill,butthegreatpressureofthevento
windoneverysideofthehouselevantou
raisedituphigherandhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;andthereitremainedandwascarriedmilesandmilesawayaseasilyasyoucould
carregar
carryafeather.Itwasvery
escuro
dark,andthewindhowledhorriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasmontando
ridingquiteeasily.Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,andoneothertimewhenthehousetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeababyinacradle.
Totodidnotlikeit.
Heranabouttheroom,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;
butDorothysatquitestillonthe
chão
floorandwaitedtoseewhatwouldhappen.OnceTotogottoo
perto
neartheopentrapdoor,andfellin;andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlosthim.
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingupthroughthe
buraco
hole,forthestrongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimupsothathecouldnotfall.Shecrepttothe
buraco
hole,caughtTotobytheear,anddraggedhimintotheroomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.Hourafterhour
passou
passedaway,andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;butshefeltquitelonely,andthe
vento
windshriekedsoloudlyallaboutherthatshenearlybecamedeaf.Atfirstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhenthehousefellagain;
butasthehours
passavam
passedandnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingandresolvedtowaitcalmlyandseewhatthefuturo
futurewouldbring.Atlastshecrawledovertheswaying
chão
floortoherbed,andlaydownuponit;andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.
ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedbyashock,sosuddenandseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreathandwonderwhathadhappened;
andTotoputhiscoldlittle
nariz
noseintoherfaceandwhineddismally.Dorothysatupand
notou
noticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;nem
norwasitdark,forthebrightsunshinecameinatthejanela
window,floodingthelittleroom.ShesprangfromherbedandwithTotoatherheelsranandopenedthedoor.
Thelittlegirlgavea
grito
cryofamazementandlookedabouther,hereyescrescendo
growingbiggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.Thecyclonehadsetthehousedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofacountryofmarvelous
beleza
beauty.Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearingrichandlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesandbushes.
Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,andmurmuringina
voz
voiceverygratefultoalittlegirlwhohadlivedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangeandbeautifulsights,she
notou
noticedcomingtowardheragrupo
groupofthequeerestpeopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotasbigasthegrownfolkshehadalwaysbeenusedto;
butneitherweretheyverysmall.
Infact,they
pareciam
seemedaboutastallasDorothy,whowasawell-grownchildforheridade
age,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.Threeweremenandoneawoman,andallwereoddlydressed.
They
usavam
woreroundhatsthatrosetoasmallpointapé
footabovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’shatwaswhite,andsheworeawhitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthe
sol
sunlikediamonds.Themenweredressedin
azul
blue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,andusavam
worewell-polishedbootswithaprofundo
deeprollofblueatthetops.Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasoldasUncleHenry,fortwoofthemhadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessmucholder.
Herfacewas
coberto
coveredwithwrinkles,herhairwasnearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.WhenthesepeopledrewnearthehousewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtocomefarther.
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madea
baixa
lowbowandsaid,inasweetvoz
voice:.“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
terra
landoftheMunchkins.WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Leste
East,andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothylistenedtothisspeechwithwonder.
Whatcouldthelittlewomanpossiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Leste
East?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;
andshehadneverkilledanythinginallherlife.
Butthelittlewomanevidently
esperava
expectedhertoanswer;soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youareverykind,buttheremustbesome
engano
mistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”repliedthelittleoldwoman,witha
risada
laugh,“andthatisthesamething.See!”
she
continuou
continued,pointingtothecornerofthehouse.“Therearehertwo
pés
feet,stillstickingoutfromunderablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,andgavealittle
grito
cryoffright.There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthehouserestedon,two
pés
feetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoeswithpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
chorou
criedDorothy,claspingherhandstogetherindismay.“Thehousemusthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthelittlewomancalmly.
“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWickedWitchofthe
Oriente
East,asIsaid,”answeredthelittlewoman.“ShehasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernightandday.
Nowtheyareallsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethepeoplewholiveinthis
terra
landoftheEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheirfriend,althoughIliveinthe
terra
landoftheNorth.WhentheysawtheWitchofthe
Leste
EastwasdeadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertome,andIcameatonce.IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
chorou
criedDorothy.“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIamagoodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.
IamnotaspowerfulastheWickedWitchwaswho
governava
ruledhere,orIshouldhavesetthepeoplefreemyself.”“ButIthoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”saidthegirl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.
“Oh,no,thatisagreat
erro
mistake.Therewereonlyfourwitchesinallthe
Terra
LandofOz,andtwoofthem,thosewholiveintheNorte
NorthandtheSouth,aregoodwitches.Iknowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
Thosewhodweltinthe
Oriente
EastandtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofthem,thereisbutoneWickedWitchinallthe
Terra
LandofOz—theonewholivesintheWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tia
AuntEm?”inquiredthelittleoldwoman.
“Sheismy
tia
auntwholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”TheWitchofthe
Norte
Northseemedtothinkforatime,withherheadbowedandhereyesuponthechão
ground.Thenshelookedupandsaid,“IdonotknowwhereKansasis,forIhaveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Buttellme,isitacivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesIbelievetherearenowitchesleft,
nem
norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.But,yousee,the
Terra
LandofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestoftheworld.Thereforewestillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“OzhimselfistheGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkingher
voz
voicetoawhisper.“Heismorepowerfulthanalltherestofustogether.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,butjustthentheMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavealoudshoutandpointedtothecornerofthehousewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
askedthelittleoldwoman,andlooked,and
começou
begantolaugh.ThefeetofthedeadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,andnothingwasleftbutthesilver
sapatos
shoes.“Shewassoold,”
explicou
explainedtheWitchoftheNorte
North,“thatshedrieduprapidamente
quicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.Butthesilver
sapatos
shoesareyours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereacheddownandpickedupthe
sapatos
shoes,andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchofthe
Oriente
Eastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;butwhatitisweneverknew.”
Dorothy
levou
carriedtheshoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthemesa
table.ThenshecameoutagaintotheMunchkinsandsaid:.
“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
tia
auntanduncle,forIamsuretheywillworryaboutme.Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkinsandtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Leste
East,notfarfromhere,”saidone,“thereisagreatdesert,andninguém
nonecouldlivetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forIhavebeenthereandseenit.
The
Sul
SouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”saidthe
terceiro
thirdman,“thatitisthesameattheOcidente
West.Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkieslive,is
governado
ruledbytheWickedWitchoftheOeste
West,whowouldmakeyouherslaveifyoupassasses
passedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeisthesamegreatdesertthatsurroundsthis
Terra
LandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”Dorothy
começou
begantosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamongallthesestrangepeople.Hertears
pareciam
seemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimediatamente
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefsandcomeçaram
begantoweepalso.Asforthelittleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapandbalancedthepointontheendofher
nariz
nose,whileshecounted“One,two,three”inasolemnvoz
voice.Atoncethecapchangedtoaslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
Thelittleoldwomantooktheslatefromher
nariz
nose,andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”“Yes,”answeredthechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.
“ThenyoumustgototheCityofEmeralds.
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereisthiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itisexactlyinthecenterofthecountry,andis
governado
ruledbyOz,theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”“Isheagoodman?”