With this speech he bent forward and dragged the buggy up the remaining steps.  The others followed and soon they were all standing upon a broad platform and gazing at the most curious and startling sight their eyes had ever beheld.

“The Country of the Gargoyles is all wooden!” exclaimed Zeb; and so it was.  The ground was sawdust and the pebbles scattered around were hard knots from trees, worn smooth in course of time.  There were odd wooden houses, with carved wooden flowers in the front yards.  The tree-trunks were of coarse wood, but the leaves of the trees were shavings.  The patches of grass were splinters of wood, and where neither grass nor sawdust showed was a solid wooden flooring.  Wooden birds fluttered among the trees and wooden cows were browsing upon the wooden grass; but the most amazing things of all were the wooden people—­the creatures known as Gargoyles.

These were very numerous, for the place was thickly inhabited, and a large group of the queer people clustered near, gazing sharply upon the strangers who had emerged from the long spiral stairway.

The Gargoyles were very small of stature, being less than three feet in height.  Their bodies were round, their legs short and thick and their arms extraordinarily long and stout.  Their heads were too big for their bodies and their faces were decidedly ugly to look upon.  Some had long, curved noses and chins, small eyes and wide, grinning mouths.  Others had flat noses, protruding eyes, and ears that were shaped like those of an elephant.  There were many types, indeed, scarcely two being alike; but all were equally disagreeable in appearance.  The tops of their heads had no hair, but were carved into a variety of fantastic shapes, some having a row of points or balls around the top, others designs resembling flowers or vegetables, and still others having squares that looked like waffles cut criss-cross on their heads.  They all wore short wooden wings which were fastened to their wooden bodies by means of wooden hinges with wooden screws, and with these wings they flew swiftly and noiselessly here and there, their legs being of little use to them.

This noiseless motion was one of the most peculiar things about the Gargoyles.  They made no sounds at all, either in flying or trying to speak, and they conversed mainly by means of quick signals made with their wooden fingers or lips.  Neither was there any sound to be heard anywhere throughout the wooden country.  The birds did not sing, nor did the cows moo; yet there was more than ordinary activity everywhere.

The group of these queer creatures which was discovered clustered near the stairs at first remained staring and motionless, glaring with evil eyes at the intruders who had so suddenly appeared in their land.  In turn the Wizard and the children, the horse and the kitten, examined the Gargoyles with the same silent attention.

“There’s going to be trouble, I’m sure,” remarked the horse.  “Unhitch those tugs, Zeb, and set me free from the buggy, so I can fight comfortably.”