Dorothy was feeling one of her front teeth, which was loosened by
knocking against her knee as she fell. Polly was looking sorrowfully at
a rent in her pretty gauze gown, and Button-Bright's fox head had stuck
fast in a gopher hole and he was wiggling his little fat legs
frantically in an effort to get free.

Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood up
and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of the
desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters now,
crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away the sail
and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments of it
fluttered like a white flag.

"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is I don't
know."

"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to
his side.

"Must it?"

"'Course it must. We're across the desert, aren't we? And somewhere in
the middle of Oz is the Emerald City."

"To be sure," said the shaggy man, nodding. "Let's go there."

"But I don't see any people about, to show us the way," she continued.

"Let's hunt for them," he suggested. "There must be people somewhere;
but perhaps they did not expect us, and so are not at hand to give us a
welcome."

[Illustration]

The Truth Pond

[Illustration]

They now made a more careful examination of the country around them. All
was fresh and beautiful after the sultriness of the desert, and the
sunshine and sweet, crisp air were delightful to the wanderers. Little
mounds of yellowish green were away at the right, while on the left
waved a group of tall leafy trees bearing yellow blossoms that looked
like tassels and pompoms. Among the grasses carpeting the ground were
pretty buttercups and cowslips and marigolds. After looking at these a
moment Dorothy said reflectively:

"We must be in the Country of the Winkies, for the color of that country
is yellow, and you will notice that 'most everything here is yellow that
has any color at all."

"But I thought this was the Land of Oz," replied the shaggy man, as if
greatly disappointed.

"So it is," she declared; "but there are four parts to the Land of Oz.
The North Country is purple, and it's the Country of the Gillikins. The
East country is blue, and that's the Country of the Munchkins. Down at
the South is the red Country of the Quadlings, and here, in the West,
the yellow Country of the Winkies. This is th