and having no room in which to store them I set them all end to end and put the top one in the ground.  That made an extraordinary long hole, as you may imagine, and reached far down into the earth; and, as I leaned over it to try to see to the bottom, I lost my balance and tumbled in.  Unfortunately, the hole led directly into the vast space you see outside this mountain; but I managed to catch a point of rock that projected from this cavern, and so saved myself from tumbling headlong into the black waves beneath, where the tongues of flame that dart out would certainly have consumed me.  Here, then, I made my home; and although it is a lonely place I amuse myself making rustles and flutters, and so get along very nicely.”

When the braided man had completed this strange tale Dorothy nearly laughed, because it was all so absurd; but the Wizard tapped his forehead significantly, to indicate that he thought the poor man was crazy.  So they politely bade him good day, and went back to the outer cavern to resume their journey.

11.  They Meet the Wooden Gargoyles

Another breathless climb brought our adventurers to a third landing where there was a rift in the mountain.  On peering out all they could see was rolling banks of clouds, so thick that they obscured all else.

But the travellers were obliged to rest, and while they were sitting on the rocky floor the Wizard felt in his pocket and brought out the nine tiny piglets.  To his delight they were now plainly visible, which proved that they had passed beyond the influence of the magical Valley of Voe.

“Why, we can see each other again!” cried one, joyfully.

“Yes,” sighed Eureka; “and I also can see you again, and the sight makes me dreadfully hungry.  Please, Mr. Wizard, may I eat just one of the fat little piglets?  You’d never miss one of them, I’m sure!”

“What a horrid, savage beast!” exclaimed a piglet; “and after we’ve been such good friends, too, and played with one another!”

“When I’m not hungry, I love to play with you all,” said the kitten, demurely; “but when my stomach is empty it seems that nothing would fill it so nicely as a fat piglet.”

“And we trusted you so!” said another of the nine, reproachfully.

“And thought you were respectable!” said another.

“It seems we were mistaken,” declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, “no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I’m sure.”

“You see, Eureka,” remarked Dorothy, reprovingly, “you are making yourself disliked.  There are certain things proper for a kitten to eat; but I never heard of a kitten eating a pig, under any cir’stances.”

“Did you ever see such little pigs before?” asked the kitten.  “They are no bigger than mice, and I’m sure mice are proper for me to eat.”

“It isn’t the bigness, dear; its the variety,” replied the girl.  “These are Mr. Wizard’s pets, just as you are my pet, and it wouldn’t be any more proper for you to eat them than it would be for Jim to eat you.”