Handy Mandy in Oz by L. Frank Baum

Author:L. Frank Baum [Baum, L. Frank]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Oz, Fiction
Published: 2011-03-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

DOWN TO THE PRISONERS' PIT!

"Oh! Oh! Give me another hand, and I'll do my best to help you," sputtered

Nifflepok as Handy Mandy ruthlessly continued to squeeze his fingers.

"We'll help ourselves, thank you," retorted the Goat Girl tartly. Then,

relenting a little, she relaxed her hold, for she could not help pitying

Nifflepok and all the subjects of this cruel King. "Where are these prison

pits?" she asked impatiently, for she was anxious to be alone with Nox. "If

you are going to lock us up, do hurry along with it."

"Yes, yes, absolutely yes!" moaned Nifflepok, glancing nervously over his

shoulder to be sure the white Ox was not going to tread on his heels.

"You'll be there in no time, no time at all," he assured them earnestly.

"Step over here, please." Moving a sliding door in the wall of the

corridor, the King's assistant waved them toward a smooth, wheelless silver

carriage. It looked to Handy a lot like an old-fashioned sleigh, and as

there were seats in front and a space in back large enough for the Ox, she

let go Nifflepok's hand and quite willingly climbed aboard. Nox, grunting a

little, stepped over the side and settled himself behind her.

"Well, goodbye," sniffed Nifflepok, rubbing his bruised fingers tenderly.

"You'll find everything you need below, not that you'll be needing

anything," he added mournfully as he pulled out a silver switch. "Goodbye.

I'm sorry for you!" he shouted as the car with a lurch that almost loosened

Handy's teeth shot down a sliding runway to the deep pits of darkness

below.

Now you and I, who are used to scenic railways and have enjoyed the thrills

of chute the chutes for years, would have been less startled by the wild,

dizzy leaps, the swoops, curves and climbs, and the sickening drops of the

Silver King's chariot. But neither the Goat Girl nor the Royal Ox had ever

heard of a scenic railway, much less ridden in one, and the underground car

of the Silver Monarch was more like a chute the chutes than anything else.

Sometimes the two travelers were in complete darkness, at other times they

whirled by the narrow, well-lighted ledges of a queer cave city where the

subjects of the Mountain King lived in cell-like apertures in the silver

rock like the cliff dwellers of old. Then without warning the car would

plunge to the work caverns below, past the gloomy shafts of the silver

mines, or dart up to the living quarters and grottoes of the King himself,

caves so lavishly furnished and glowing with jewels Handy let out little

shrieks of astonishment. In the King's subterranean gardens, silver

swallows bathed in the silver fountains, silver maples rustled their lacy

branches in the lavender-scented breezes, silver-petalled flowers with

jeweled centers grew as riotously as daisies and buttercups in the upstairs

world.

The mountaineers themselves, working listlessly with pick and shovel in the

mines or walking soberly along the ledges beside their little cliff

dwellings, seemed undersized and unhappy to the Goat Girl. Not that she

caught more than a flying glimpse of them as the silver car tore by. In

fact, she was so frantically busy holding on to the front rail of

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