Discover the marvelous land of Oz in this collection of the
first three books in L. Frank Baum’s classic American fairy tale
series.
The first three books of the iconic Oz series, now in one
collection!
In The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Dorothy and her dog, Toto,
find themselves in a strange land called Oz after their Kansas
house is swept away by a cyclone. Here they meet the Munchkins and
join the Scarecrow, Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion on an
unforgettable journey to the Emerald City, where the all-powerful
Wizard of Oz lives. Can he help Dorothy return home?
In The Marvelous Land of Oz, a young boy named Tip
escapes from a witch and sets out to explore land of Oz. Along the
way, he meets the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman, as well as some new
friends like Jack Pumpkinhead and the Wooden Sawhorse. Eventually,
Tip’s journey takes him to the Emerald City, where he realizes that
his life will be changed forever.
In Ozma of Oz, Dorothy is sailing to Australia when a
huge storm washes her overboard. She only survives by clinging to a
chicken crate. Eventually she and a yellow hen named Billina wash
up on the magic shore of Ev where they meet the mechanical man Tik
Tok. But Dorothy and Billina are taken prisoner by the evil Nome
King who has captured the royal family of Ev. Only Ozma of Oz can
save them, but will she be in time?
關於作者：
Lyman Frank Baum was born in Chittenango, New
York, on May 15, 1856. Over the course of his life, Baum raised
fancy poultry, sold fireworks, managed an opera house, opened a
department store, and an edited a newspaper before finally turning
to writing. In 1900, he published his best known book The
Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Eventually he wrote fifty-five novels,
including thirteen Oz books, plus four “lost” novels, eighty-three
short stories, more than two hundred poems, an unknown number of
scripts, and many miscellaneous writings. Baum died on May 6, 1919.
He is buried in the Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery, in
Glendale, California.
內容試閱：
Chapter 1
The CYCLONE
orothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with
Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s
wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be
carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor, and a
roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty-looking
cooking stove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four
chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one
corner and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no
garret at all, and no cellar—except a small hole, dug in the
ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case
one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any
building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle
of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark
hole.
When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could
see nothing but the great grey prairie on every side. Not a tree
nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to
the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed
land into a grey mass, with little cracks running through it. Even
the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the
long blades until they were the same grey color to be seen
everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered
the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as
dull and grey as everything else.
When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife.
The sun and wind had changed her, too. They had taken the sparkle
from her eyes and left them a sober grey; they had taken the red
from her cheeks and lips, and they were grey also. She was thin and
gaunt, and never smiled now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first
came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the child’s laughter
that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever
Dorothy’s merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the
little girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh
at.
Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till
night and did not know what joy was. He was grey also, from his
long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and
rarely spoke.
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing
as grey as her other surroundings. Toto was not grey; he was a
little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that
twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played
all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him
dearly.
Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the
doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even greyer
than usual. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and
looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle
Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves
before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the
air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw
ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
“There’s a cyclone coming, Em,” he called to his wife. “I’ll go
look after the stock.” Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows
and horses were kept.
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told
her of the danger close at hand.
“Quick, Dorothy!” she screamed. “Run for the cellar!”
Toto jumped out of Dorothy’s arms and hid under the bed, and the
girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the
trap door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small,
dark hole. Dorothy caught Toto at last, and started to follow her
aunt. When she was halfway across the room there came a great
shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her
footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.
Then a strange thing happened.
The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly
through the air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a
balloon.
The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it
the exact center of the cyclone. In the middle of a cyclone the air
is generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every
side of the house raised it up higher and higher, until it was at
the very top of the cyclone; and there it remained and was carried
miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.
It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but
Dorothy found she was riding quite easily. After the first few
whirls around, and one other time when the house tipped badly, she
felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a
cradle.
Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now
there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and
waited to see what would happen.
Once Toto got too near the open trap door, and fell in; and at
first the little girl thought she had lost him. But soon she saw
one of his ears sticking up through the hole, for the strong
pressure of the air was keeping him up so that he could not fall.
She crept to the hole, caught Toto by the ear, and dragged him into
the room again, afterward closing the trap door so that no more
accidents could happen.
Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her
fright; but she felt quite lonely and the wind shrieked so loudly
all about her that she nearly became deaf. At first she had
wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell
again; but as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she
stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the
future would bring. At last she crawled over the swaying floor to
her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down
beside her.
In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the
wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.
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