think best."

Then the huge beast went to sleep again and Toto snuggled closer to his
warm, hairy body and also slept. He was a wise little dog, in his way,
and didn't intend to worry when there was something much better to do.

In the morning the Wizard built a fire, over which the girls cooked a
very good breakfast.

Suddenly Dorothy discovered Toto sitting quietly before the fire and the
little girl exclaimed:

"Goodness me, Toto! Where did _you_ come from?"

"From the place you cruelly left me," replied the dog in a reproachful
tone.

"I forgot all about you," admitted Dorothy, "and if I hadn't I'd
prob'ly left you with Jellia Jamb, seeing this isn't a pleasure trip but
stric'ly business. But, now that you're here, Toto, I s'pose you'll have
to stay with us, unless you'd rather go back home again. We may get
ourselves into trouble, before we're done, Toto."

"Never mind that," said Toto, wagging his tail. "I'm hungry, Dorothy."

"Breakfas'll soon be ready and then you shall have your share," promised
his little mistress, who was really glad to have her dog with her. She
and Toto had traveled together before, and she knew he was a good and
faithful comrade.

When the food was cooked and served the girls invited the old shepherd
to join them in their morning meal. He willingly consented and while
they ate he said to them:

"You are now about to pass through a very dangerous country, unless you
turn to the north or to the south to escape its perils."

"In that case," said the Cowardly Lion, "let us turn, by all means, for
I dread to face dangers of any sort."

"What's the matter with the country ahead of us?" inquired Dorothy.

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"Beyond this Rolling Prairie," explained the shepherd, "are the
Merry-Go-Round Mountains, set close together and surrounded by deep
gulfs, so that no one is able to get past them. Beyond the
Merry-Go-Round Mountains it is said the Thistle-Eaters and the Herkus
live."

"What are they like?" demanded Dorothy.

"No one knows, for no one has ever passed the Merry-Go-Round Mountains,"
was the reply; "but it is said that the Thistle-Eaters hitch dragons to
their chariots and that the Herkus are waited upon by giants whom they
have conquered and made their slaves."

"Who says all that?" asked Betsy.

"It is common report," declared the shepherd. "Everyone believes it."

"I don't see how they know," remarked little Trot, "if no one has been
there."

"Perhaps t