an to amuse himself, and also with the hope of
frightening the Witch with it when she returned. But Mombi was not
scared, and she sprinkled the Pumpkinhead with her Magic Powder of Life,
to see if the Powder would work. Ozma was watching, and saw the
Pumpkinhead come to life; so that night she took the pepper-box
containing the Powder and ran away with it and with Jack, in search of
adventures."

"Next day they found a wooden Saw-Horse standing by the roadside, and
sprinkled it with the Powder. It came to life at once, and Jack
Pumpkinhead rode the Saw-Horse to the Emerald City."

"What became of the Saw-Horse, afterward?" asked the shaggy man, much
interested in this story.

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"Oh, it's alive yet, and you will probably meet it presently in the
Emerald City. Afterward Ozma used the last of the Powder to bring the
Flying Gump to life; but as soon as it had carried her away from her
enemies the Gump was taken apart, so it doesn't exist any more."

"It's too bad the Powder of Life was all used up," remarked the shaggy
man; "it would be a handy thing to have around."

"I am not so sure of that, sir," answered the Tin Woodman. "A while ago
the crooked Sorcerer who invented the magic Powder fell down a precipice
and was killed. All his possessions went to a relative--an old woman
named Dyna, who lives in the Emerald City. She went to the mountains
where the Sorcerer had lived and brought away everything she thought of
value. Among them was a small bottle of the Powder of Life; but of
course Dyna didn't know it was a magic Powder, at all. It happened she
had once had a big blue bear for a pet; but the bear choked to death on
a fishbone one day, and she loved it so dearly that Dyna made a rug of
its skin, leaving the head and four paws on the hide. She kept the rug
on the floor of her front parlor."

"I've seen rugs like that," said the shaggy man, nodding, "but never one
made from a blue bear."

"Well," continued the Tin Woodman, "the old woman had an idea that the
Powder in the bottle must be moth-powder, because it smelled something
like moth-powder; so one day she sprinkled it on her bear rug to keep
the moths out of it. She said, looking lovingly at the skin: 'I wish my
dear bear were alive again!' To her horror the bear rug at once came to
life, having been sprinkled with the Magic Powder; and now this live
bear rug is a great trial to her, and makes her a lot of trouble."

"Why?" asked the shaggy