irsty, too; for they had eaten nothing but the
apples since breakfast; so their steps lagged and they grew silent and
weary. At last they slowly passed over the crest of a barren hill and
saw before them a line of green trees with a strip of grass at their
feet. An agreeable fragrance was wafted toward them.

Our travelers, hot and tired, ran forward on beholding this refreshing
sight and were not long in coming to the trees. Here they found a
spring of pure bubbling water, around which the grass was full of wild
strawberry plants, their pretty red berries ripe and ready to eat.
Some of the trees bore yellow oranges and some russet pears, so the
hungry adventurers suddenly found themselves provided with plenty to
eat and to drink. They lost no time in picking the biggest
strawberries and ripest oranges and soon had feasted to their hearts'
content. Walking beyond the line of trees they saw before them a
fearful, dismal desert, everywhere gray sand. At the edge of this
awful waste was a large, white sign with black letters neatly painted
upon it and the letters made these words:

ALL PERSONS ARE WARNED NOT TO VENTURE UPON THIS DESERT

For the Deadly Sands will Turn Any Living Flesh
to Dust in an instant. Beyond This Barrier is the

LAND OF OZ

But no one can Reach that Beautiful Country
because of these Destroying Sands

"Oh," said Dorothy, when the shaggy man had read the sign aloud; "I've
seen this desert before, and it's true no one can live who tries to
walk upon the sands."

"Then we musn't try it," answered the shaggy man thoughtfully. "But as
we can't go ahead and there's no use going back, what shall we do next?"

"Don't know," said Button-Bright.

"I'm sure I don't know, either," added Dorothy, despondently.

"I wish father would come for me," sighed the pretty Rainbow's
Daughter, "I would take you all to live upon the rainbow, where you
could dance along its rays from morning till night, without a care or
worry of any sort. But I suppose father's too busy just now to search
the world for me."

"Don't want to dance," said Button-Bright, sitting down wearily upon
the soft grass.

"It's very good of you, Polly," said Dorothy; "but there are other
things that would suit me better than dancing on rainbows. I'm 'fraid
they'd be kind of soft an' squashy under foot, anyhow, although they're
so pretty to look at."

This didn't help to solve the problem, and they all fell silent a