Sky Island - ebook

Contents

A LITTLE TALK TO MY READERS

A MYSTERIOUS ARRIVAL

THE MAGIC UMBRELLA

A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

THE ISLAND IN THE SKY

THE BOOLOOROO OF THE BLUES

THE SIX SNUBNOSED PRINCESSES

GHIP-GHISIZZLE PROVES FRIENDLY

THE BLUE CITY

THE TRIBULATION OF TROT

THE KING'S TREASURE CHAMBER

BUTTON-BRIGHT ENCOUNTERS THE BLUE WOLF

THROUGH THE FOG BANK

THE PINK COUNTRY

TOURMALINE THE POVERTY QUEEN

THE SUNRISE TRIBE AND THE SUNSET TRIBE

ROSALIE THE WITCH

THE ARRIVAL OF POLYCHROME

MAYRE, QUEEN OF THE PINK COUNTRY

THE WAR OF THE PINKS AND BLUES

GHIP-GHISIZZLE HAS A BAD TIME

THE CAPTURE OF CAP'N BILL

TROT'S INVISIBLE ADVENTURE

THE GIRL AND THE BOOLOOROO

THE AMAZING CONQUEST OF THE BLUES

THE RULER OF SKY ISLAND

TROT CELEBRATES THE VICTORY

THE FATE OF THE MAGIC UMBRELLA

THE ELEPHANT'S HEAD COMES TO LIFE

TROT REGULATES THE PINKIES

THE JOURNEY HOMEA LITTLE TALK TO MY READERS

WITH “The Sea Fairies,” my book for 1911, I ventured into a new field of fairy literature and to my delight the book was received with much approval by my former readers, many of whom have written me that they like Trot “almost as well as Dorothy.” As Dorothy was an old, old friend and Trot a new one, I think this is very high praise for Cap’n Bill’s little companion. Cap’n Bill is also a new character who seems to have won approval, and so both Trot and the old sailor are again introduced in the present story, which may be called the second of the series of adventures of Trot and Cap’n Bill.

But you will recognize some other acquaintances in “Sky Island.” Here, for instance, is Button-Bright, who once had an adventure with Dorothy in Oz, and without Button-Bright and his Magic Umbrella you will see that the story of “Sky Island” could never have been written. As Polychrome, the Rainbow’s Daughter, lives in the sky, it is natural that Trot and Button-Bright meet her during their adventures there.

This story of Sky Island has astonished me considerably, and I think it will also astonish you. The sky country is certainly a remarkable fair land, but after reading about it I am sure you will agree with me that our old Mother Earth is a very good place to live upon and that Trot and Button-Bright and Cap’n Bill were fortunate to get back to it again.

By the way, one of my little correspondents has suggested that I print my address in this book, so that the children may know where letters will reach me. I am doing this, as you see, and hope that many will write to me and tell me how they like “Sky Island.” My greatest treasures are these letters from my readers and I am always delighted to receive them.

L. FRANK BAUM.
“OZCOT” at HOLLYWOOD in CALIFORNIACHAPTER 1

A MYSTERIOUS ARRIVAL

“Hello,” said the boy.

“Hello,” answered Trot, looking up surprised. “Where did you come from?”

“Philadelphia,” said he.

“Dear me,” said Trot, “you’re a long way from home, then.”

“‘Bout as far as I can get, in this country,” the boy replied, gazing out over the water. “Isn’t this the Pacific Ocean?”

“Of course.”

“Why of course?” he asked.

“Because it’s the biggest lot of water in all the world.”

“How do you know?”

“Cap’n Bill told me,” she said.

“Who’s Cap’n Bill?”

“An old sailorman who’s a friend of mine. He lives at my house, too–the white house you see over there on the bluff.”

“Oh; is that your home?”

“Yes,” said Trot proudly. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“It’s pretty small, seems to me,” answered the boy.

“But it’s big enough for mother and me, an’ for Cap’n Bill,” said Trot.

“Haven’t you any father?”

“Yes, ‘ndeed. Cap’n Griffith is my father, but he’s gone most of the time, sailin’ on his ship. You mus’ be a stranger in these parts, little boy, not to know ‘bout Cap’n Griffith,” she added, looking at her new acquaintance intently.

Trot wasn’t very big herself, but the boy was not quite as big as Trot. He was thin, with a rather pale complexion, and his blue eyes were round and earnest. He wore a blouse waist, a short jacket, and knickerbockers. Under his arm he held an old umbrella that was as tall as he was. Its covering had once been of thick, brown cloth, but the color had faded to a dull drab except in the creases, and Trot thought it looked very old-fashioned and common. The handle, though, was really curious. It was of wood and carved to resemble an elephant’s head. The long trunk of the elephant was curved to make a crook for the handle. The eyes of the beast were small red stones, and it had two tiny tusks of ivory.

The boy’s dress was rich and expensive, even to his fine silk stockings and tan shoes, but the umbrella looked old and disreputable.

“It isn’t the rainy season now,” remarked Tot with a smile.

The boy glanced at his umbrella and hugged it tighter. “No,” he said, “but umbrellas are good for other things ‘sides rain.”

“‘Fraid of gett’n sun-struck?” asked Trot.

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