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    The Lost Princess of Oz: Original Oz Stories 1917
    The Lost Princess of Oz: Original Oz Stories 1917
    The Lost Princess of Oz: Original Oz Stories 1917
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    The Lost Princess of Oz: Original Oz Stories 1917

    By L. Frank Baum

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    Lyman Frank Baum penned fourteen novels in his famous Oz chronology. The eleventh, The Lost Princess of Oz, was published in 1917 and introduced Cayke the Cookie Cook, the Frogman, and the memorable Little Pink Bear. Along with Dorothy and the Wizard, the party unite in search of the Mizzing Princess Ozma. This volume of Original Oz Stories is formatted not only for ease of reading, but to emulate the textual structure of that original publication.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilder Publications, Inc.
    Release dateJun 10, 2015
    ISBN9781627554886
    The Lost Princess of Oz: Original Oz Stories 1917
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    L. Frank Baum

    ". . . It is the Law that while Evil, unopposed, may accomplish terrible deeds, the power of Good can never be overthrown when opposed to Evil. . ."". . . In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child."". . . Everything perishes except the world itself and its keepers...But while life lasts everything on earth has its use. The wise seek ways to be helpful to the world, for the helpful ones are sure to live again."". . . It is possible for any man, by good deeds, to enshrine himself as a Saint in the hearts of the people." - L. Frank Baum, The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus

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      Wonderful book I liked the scenes of the Wizard using his magic.
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      The lost princess, of course is Ozma, and her vanishing sets off an extensive search
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      After seeing the classic movie and reading the book, I fell in love with Oz - and little did I know, there was more of it to read about!For anyone who loves Baum's fantastical world, this book is a great continuation.As Dorothy travels with her friends to rescue Princess Ozma, you meet more inhabitants of Oz like Cayke the Cookie Cook, Button-Bright, and Little Pink Bear.A fun addition to the Oz saga!

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    The Lost Princess of Oz - L. Frank Baum

    To My Readers

    Some of my youthful readers are developing wonderful imaginations. This pleases me. Imagination has brought mankind through the Dark Ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. Imagination has given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking-machine and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before they became realities. So I believe that dreams—day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain-machinery whizzing—are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization. A prominent educator tells me that fairy tales are of untold value in developing imagination in the young. I believe it.

    Among the letters I receive from children are many containing suggestions of what to write about in the next Oz Book. Some of the ideas advanced are mighty interesting, while others are too extravagant to be seriously considered—even in a fairy tale. Yet I like them all, and I must admit that the main idea in The Lost Princess of Oz was suggested to me by a sweet little girl of eleven who called to see me and to talk about the Land of Oz. Said she: I s’pose if Ozma ever got lost, or stolen, ev’rybody in Oz would be dreadful sorry.

    That was all, but quite enough foundation to build this present story on. If you happen to like the story, give credit to my little friend’s clever hint. And, by the way, don’t hesitate to write me your own hints and suggestions, such as result from your own day dreams. They will be sure to interest me, even if I cannot use them in a story, and the very fact that you have dreamed at all will give me pleasure and do you good. For, after all, dear reader, these stories of Oz are just yours and mine, and we are partners. As long as you care to read them I shall try to write them, and I’ve an idea that the next one will relate some startling adventures of the Tin Woodman of Oz and his comrades.

    L. Frank Baum,

    Royal Historian of Oz.

       OZCOT

    at Hollywood

    in California,

            1917.

    Chapter One

    A Terrible Loss

    There could be no doubt of the fact: Princess Ozma, the lovely girl ruler of the Fairyland of Oz, was lost. She had completely disappeared. Not one of her subjects—not even her closest friends—knew what had become of her.

    It was Dorothy who first discovered it. Dorothy was a little Kansas girl who had come to the Land of Oz to live and had been given a delightful suite of rooms in Ozma’s royal palace, just because Ozma loved Dorothy and wanted her to live as near her as possible, so the two girls might be much together.

    Dorothy was not the only girl from the outside world who had been welcomed to Oz and lived in the royal palace. There was another named Betsy Bobbin, whose adventures had led her to seek refuge with Ozma, and still another named Trot, who had been invited, together with her faithful companion, Cap’n Bill, to make her home in this wonderful fairyland. The three girls all had rooms in the palace and were great chums; but Dorothy was the dearest friend of their gracious Ruler and only she at any hour dared to seek Ozma in her royal apartments. For Dorothy had lived in Oz much longer than the other girls and had been made a Princess of the realm.

    Betsy was a year older than Dorothy and Trot was a year younger, yet the three were near enough of an age to become great playmates and to have nice times together. It was while the three were talking together one morning in Dorothy’s room that Betsy proposed they make a journey into the Munchkin Country, which was one of the four great countries of the Land of Oz ruled by Ozma.

    I’ve never been there yet, said Betsy Bobbin, but the Scarecrow once told me it is the prettiest country in all Oz.

    I’d like to go, too, added Trot.

    All right, said Dorothy, I’ll go and ask Ozma. Perhaps she will let us take the Sawhorse and the Red Wagon, which would be much nicer for us than having to walk all the way. This Land of Oz is a pretty big place, when you get to all the edges of it.

    So she jumped up and went along the halls of the splendid palace until she came to the royal suite, which filled all the front of the second floor. In a little waiting room sat Ozma’s maid, Jellia Jamb, who was busily sewing.

    Is Ozma up yet? inquired Dorothy.

    I don’t know, my dear, replied Jellia. I haven’t heard a word from her this morning. She hasn’t even called for her bath or her breakfast, and it is far past her usual time for them.

    That’s strange! exclaimed the little girl.

    Yes, agreed the maid; but of course no harm could have happened to her. No one can die or be killed in the Land of Oz and Ozma is herself a powerful fairy, and she has no enemies, so far as we know. Therefore I am not at all worried about her, though I must admit her silence is unusual.

    Perhaps, said Dorothy, thoughtfully, she has overslept. Or she may be reading, or working out some new sort of magic to do good to her people.

    Any of these things may be true, replied Jellia Jamb, so I haven’t dared disturb our royal mistress. You, however, are a privileged character, Princess, and I am sure that Ozma wouldn’t mind at all if you went in to see her.

    Of course not, said Dorothy, and opening the door of the outer chamber she went in. All was still here. She walked into another room, which was Ozma’s boudoir, and then, pushing back a heavy drapery richly broidered with threads of pure gold, the girl entered the sleeping-room of the fairy Ruler of Oz. The bed of ivory and gold was vacant; the room was vacant; not a trace of Ozma was to be found.

    Very much surprised, yet still with no fear that anything had happened to her friend, Dorothy returned through the boudoir to the other rooms of the suite. She went into the music room, the library, the laboratory, the bath, the wardrobe and even into the great throne room, which adjoined the royal suite, but in none of these places could she find Ozma.

    So she returned to the anteroom where she had left the maid, Jellia Jamb, and said:

    She isn’t in her rooms now, so she must have gone out.

    I don’t understand how she could do that without my seeing her, replied Jellia, unless she made herself invisible.

    She isn’t there, anyhow, declared Dorothy.

    Then let us go find her, suggested the maid, who appeared to be a little uneasy.

    So they went into the corridors and there Dorothy almost stumbled over a queer girl who was dancing lightly along the passage.

    Stop a minute, Scraps! she called. Have you seen Ozma this morning?

    Not I! replied the queer girl, dancing nearer. I lost both my eyes in a tussle with the Woozy, last night, for the creature scraped ’em both off my face with his square paws. So I put the eyes in my pocket and this morning Button-Bright led me to Aunt Em, who sewed ’em on again. So I’ve seen nothing at all to-day, except during the last five minutes. So of course I haven’t seen Ozma.

    Very well, Scraps, said Dorothy, looking curiously at the eyes, which were merely two round black buttons sewed upon the girl’s face.

    There were other things about Scraps that would have seemed curious to one seeing her for the first time. She was commonly called The Patchwork Girl, because her body and limbs were made from a gay-colored patchwork quilt which had been cut into shape and stuffed with cotton. Her head was a round ball stuffed in the same manner and fastened to her shoulders. For hair she had a mass of brown yarn and to make a nose for her a part of the cloth had been pulled out into the shape of a knob and tied with a string to hold it in place. Her mouth had been carefully made by cutting a slit in the proper place and lining it with red silk, adding two rows of pearls for teeth and a bit of red flannel for a tongue.

    In spite of this queer make-up, the Patchwork Girl was magically alive and had proved herself not the least jolly and agreeable of the many quaint characters who inhabit the astonishing Fairyland of Oz. Indeed, Scraps was a general favorite, although she was rather flighty and erratic and did and said many things that surprised her friends. She was seldom still, but loved to dance, to turn handsprings and somersaults, to climb trees and to indulge in many other active sports.

    I’m going to search for Ozma, remarked Dorothy, for she isn’t in her rooms and I want to ask her a question.

    I’ll go with you, said Scraps, for my eyes are brighter than yours and they can see farther.

    I’m not sure of that, returned Dorothy. But come along, if you like.

    Together they searched all through the great palace and even to the farthest limits of the palace grounds, which were quite extensive, but nowhere could they find a trace of Ozma. When Dorothy returned to where Betsy and Trot awaited her, the little girl’s face was rather solemn and troubled, for never before had Ozma gone away without telling her friends where she was going, or without an escort that befitted her royal state.

    She was gone, however, and none had seen her go. Dorothy had met and questioned the Scarecrow, Tik-Tok, the Shaggy Man, Button-Bright, Cap’n Bill, and even the wise and powerful Wizard of Oz, but not one of them had seen Ozma since she parted with her friends the evening before and had gone to her own rooms.

    She didn’t say anything las’ night about going anywhere, observed little Trot.

    No, and that’s the strange part of it, replied Dorothy. Usually Ozma lets us know of everything she does.

    Why not look in the Magic Picture? suggested Betsy Bobbin. That will tell us where she is, in just one second.

    Of course! cried Dorothy. Why didn’t I think of that before? and at once the three girls hurried away to Ozma’s boudoir, where the Magic Picture always hung.

    This wonderful Magic Picture was one of the royal Ozma’s greatest treasures. There was a large gold frame, in the center of which was a bluish-gray canvas on which various scenes constantly appeared and disappeared. If one who stood before it wished to see what any person—anywhere in the world—was doing, it was only necessary to make the wish and the scene in the Magic Picture would shift to the scene where that person was and show exactly what he or she was then engaged in doing. So the girls knew it would be easy for them to wish to see Ozma, and from the picture they could quickly learn where she was.

    Dorothy advanced to the place where the picture was usually protected by thick satin curtains, and pulled the draperies aside. Then she stared in amazement, while her two friends uttered exclamations of disappointment.

    The Magic Picture was gone. Only a blank space on the wall behind the curtains showed where it had formerly hung.

    Chapter Two

    The Troubles of Glinda the Good

    That same morning there was great excitement in the castle of the powerful Sorceress of Oz, Glinda the Good. This castle, situated in the Quadling Country, far south of the Emerald City where Ozma ruled, was a splendid structure of exquisite marbles and silver grilles. Here the Sorceress lived, surrounded by a bevy of the most beautiful maidens of Oz, gathered from all the four countries of that fairyland as well as from the magnificent Emerald City itself, which stood in the place where the four countries cornered.

    It was considered a great honor to be allowed to serve the good Sorceress, whose arts of magic were used only to benefit the Oz people. Glinda was Ozma’s most valued servant, for her knowledge of sorcery was wonderful and she could accomplish almost anything that her mistress, the lovely girl Ruler of Oz, wished her to.

    Of all the magical things which surrounded Glinda in her castle there was none more marvelous than her Great Book of Records. On the pages of this Record Book were constantly being inscribed—day by day and hour by hour—all the important events that happened anywhere in the known world, and they were inscribed in the book at exactly the moment the events happened. Every adventure in the Land of Oz and in the big outside world, and even in places that you and I have never heard of, were recorded accurately in the Great Book, which never made a mistake and stated only the exact truth. For that reason nothing could be concealed from Glinda the Good, who had only to look at the pages of the Great Book of Records to know everything that had taken place. That was one reason she was such a great Sorceress, for the records made her wiser than any other living person.

    This wonderful book was placed upon a big gold table that stood in the middle of Glinda’s drawing-room. The legs of the table, which were incrusted with precious gems, were firmly fastened to the tiled floor and the book itself was chained to the table and locked with six stout golden padlocks, the keys to which Glinda carried on a chain that was secured around her own neck.

    The pages of the Great Book were larger in size than those of

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