Part 16 (1/2)
The wooden body, with its gorgeous clothing,
111 still sat upright upon the horse's back; but the pumpkin head was gone, and only the sharpened stick that served for a neck was visible. As for the Scarecrow, the straw in his body had shaken down with the jolting and packed itself into his legs and the lower part of his body--which appeared very plump and round while his upper half seemed like an empty sack. Upon his head the Scarecrow still wore the heavy crown, which had been sewed on to prevent his losing it; but the head was now so damp and limp that the weight of the gold and jewels sagged forward and crushed the painted face into a ma.s.s of wrinkles that made him look exactly like a j.a.panese pug dog.
Tip would have laughed--had he not been so anxious about his man Jack. But the Scarecrow, however damaged, was all there, while the pumpkin head that was so necessary to Jack's existence was missing; so the boy seized a long pole that fortunately lay near at hand and anxiously turned again toward the river.
Far out upon the waters he sighted the golden hue of the pumpkin, which gently bobbed up and down with the motion of the waves. At that moment it was quite out of Tip's reach, but after a time it floated nearer and still nearer until the boy
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TIP RESCUES JACK'S PUMPKIN HEAD
113 was able to reach it with his pole and draw it to the sh.o.r.e. Then he brought it to the top of the bank, carefully wiped the water from its pumpkin face with his handkerchief, and ran with it to Jack and replaced the head upon the man's neck.
”Dear me!” were Jack's first words. ”What a dreadful experience! I wonder if water is liable to spoil pumpkins?”
Tip did not think a reply was necessary, for he knew that the Scarecrow also stood in need of his help. So he carefully removed the straw from the King's body and legs, and spread it out in the sun to dry. The wet clothing he hung over the body of the Saw-Horse.
”If water spoils pumpkins,” observed Jack, with a deep sigh, ”then my days are numbered.”
”I've never noticed that water spoils pumpkins,” returned Tip; ”unless the water happens to be boiling. If your head isn't cracked, my friend, you must be in fairly good condition.”
”Oh, my head isn't cracked in the least,” declared Jack, more cheerfully.
”Then don't worry,” retorted the boy. ”Care once killed a cat.”
”Then,” said Jack, seriously, ”I am very glad indeed that I am not a cat.”
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The sun was fast drying their clothing, and Tip stirred up his Majesty's straw so that the warm rays might absorb the moisture and make it as crisp and dry as ever. When this had been accomplished he stuffed the Scarecrow into symmetrical shape and smoothed out his face so that he wore his usual gay and charming expression.
”Thank you very much,” said the monarch, brightly, as he walked about and found himself to be well balanced. ”There are several distinct advantages in being a Scarecrow. For if one has friends near at hand to repair damages, nothing very serious can happen to you.”
”I wonder if hot suns.h.i.+ne is liable to crack pumpkins,” said Jack, with an anxious ring in his voice.
”Not at all--not at all!” replied the Scarecrow, gaily.” All you need fear, my boy, is old age. When your golden youth has decayed we shall quickly part company--but you needn't look forward to it; we'll discover the fact ourselves, and notify you. But come! Let us resume our journey. I am anxious to greet my friend the Tin Woodman.”
So they remounted the Saw-Horse, Tip holding to the post, the Pumpkinhead clinging to Tip, and the Scarecrow with both arms around the wooden form of Jack.
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TIP STUFFS THE SCARECROW WITH DRY STRAW.