Chapter VIII.
the Deadly Poppy Field
OUR LIttLE PARtY of travelers a morning re- fresed like a princess off peacrees beside the river.
Be ts; but before try t seemed to beckon to ty.
to be sure, t tiful land. But t er tin oodman a feened to- geto start. Dorot do and oto in her arms.
epped upon t it tipped badly, for tin oodman stood upon to steady it, and to pus ter.
t along quite first, but s t doream, farter gre t touctom.
quot;t; said tin oodman, quot;for if get to to try of tc, and s us and make us her slaves.”
quot;And t no brains,quot; said the Scarecrow.
quot;And I s no courage,quot; said the Cowardly Lion.
quot;And I s no ,quot; said tin oodman.
quot;And I s back to Kansas,quot; said Dorothy.
quot;e must certainly get to ty if ; tinued, and it stuck fast in t ttom of t out again?aor let go?at a clinging to the river.
quot;Good-bye!quot; er to leave in oodman began to cry, but for- tunately remembered t rust, and so dried ears on Dorothys apron.
Of course the Scarecrow.
quot;I am no met Dorot; . quot;tuck on a pole in a cornfield, e. But surely tuck on a pole in ter all!”
Doream t floated, and t far behe Lion said:
quot;Somet be done to save us. I to t after me, if you o tip of my tail.”
So o ter, and tin oodman caug ail. to s to of t, and took tin oodmans long pole and to the land.
tired out and stepped off upon tty green grass, and t tream t