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8. The Valley of Voices

           

           Themountainonthissidewasnotglass,butmadeofastonesimilartogranite.WithsomedifficultyanddangerJimdrewthebuggyoverthelooserocksuntilhereachedthegreenlawnsbelow,wherethepathsandorchardsandgardensbegan.Thenearestcottagewasstillsomedistanceaway.

           "Isn’titfine?"criedDorothy,inajoyousvoice,asshesprangoutofthebuggyandletEurekarunfrolickingoverthevelvetygrass.

           "Yes,indeed!"answeredZeb."Wewereluckytogetawayfromthosedreadfulvegetablepeople."

           "Itwouldn’tbesobad,"remarkedtheWizard,gazingaroundhim,"ifwewereobligedtoliveherealways.Wecouldn’tfindaprettierplace,I’msure."

           Hetookthepigletsfromhispocketandletthemrunonthegrass,andJimtastedamouthfulofthegreenbladesanddeclaredhewasverycontentedinhisnewsurroundings.

           "Wecan’twalkintheairhere,though,"calledEureka,whohadtrieditandfailed;buttheothersweresatisfiedtowalkontheground,andtheWizardsaidtheymustbenearerthesurfaceoftheearththentheyhadbeenintheMangaboocountry,foreverythingwasmorehomelikeandnatural.

           "Butwherearethepeople?"askedDorothy.

           Thelittlemanshookhisbaldhead.

           "Can’timagine,mydear,"hereplied.

           Theyheardthesuddentwitteringofabird,butcouldnotfindthecreatureanywhere.Slowlytheywalkedalongthepathtowardthenearestcottage,thepigletsracingandgambollingbesidethemandJimpausingateverystepforanothermouthfulofgrass.

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