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After
the
people
had
been
dismissed
with
this
promise
our
friends
joined
Princess
Ozma
at
an
elaborate
luncheon
in
the
palace
,
where
even
the
Tiger
and
the
Lion
were
sumptuously
fed
and
Jim
the
Cab
-
horse
ate
his
oatmeal
out
of
a
golden
bowl
with
seven
rows
of
rubies
,
sapphires
and
diamonds
set
around
the
rim
of
it
.
In
the
afternoon
they
all
went
to
a
great
field
outside
the
city
gates
where
the
games
were
to
be
held
.
There
was
a
beautiful
canopy
for
Ozma
and
her
guests
to
sit
under
and
watch
the
people
run
races
and
jump
and
wrestle
.
You
may
be
sure
the
folks
of
Oz
did
their
best
with
such
a
distinguished
company
watching
them
,
and
finally
Zeb
offered
to
wrestle
with
a
little
Munchkin
who
seemed
to
be
the
champion
.
In
appearance
he
was
twice
as
old
as
Zeb
,
for
he
had
long
pointed
whiskers
and
wore
a
peaked
hat
with
little
bells
all
around
the
brim
of
it
,
which
tinkled
gaily
as
he
moved
.
But
although
the
Munchkin
was
hardly
tall
enough
to
come
to
Zeb
’
s
shoulder
he
was
so
strong
and
clever
that
he
laid
the
boy
three
times
on
his
back
with
apparent
ease
.
Zeb
was
greatly
astonished
at
his
defeat
,
and
when
the
pretty
Princess
joined
her
people
in
laughing
at
him
he
proposed
a
boxing
-
match
with
the
Munchkin
,
to
which
the
little
Ozite
readily
agreed
.
But
the
first
time
that
Zeb
managed
to
give
him
a
sharp
box
on
the
ears
the
Munchkin
sat
down
upon
the
ground
and
cried
until
the
tears
ran
down
his
whiskers
,
because
he
had
been
hurt
.
This
made
Zeb
laugh
,
in
turn
,
and
the
boy
felt
comforted
to
find
that
Ozma
laughed
as
merrily
at
her
weeping
subject
as
she
had
at
him
.
Just
then
the
Scarecrow
proposed
a
race
between
the
Sawhorse
and
the
Cab
-
horse
;
and
although
all
the
others
were
delighted
at
the
suggestion
the
Sawhorse
drew
back
,
saying
:
"
Such
a
race
would
not
be
fair
.
"
"
Of
course
not
,
"
added
Jim
,
with
a
touch
of
scorn
;
"
those
little
wooden
legs
of
yours
are
not
half
as
long
as
my
own
.
"
"
It
isn
’
t
that
,
"
said
the
Sawhorse
,
modestly
;
"
but
I
never
tire
,
and
you
do
.
"
"
Bah
!
"
cried
Jim
,
looking
with
great
disdain
at
the
other
;
"
do
you
imagine
for
an
instant
that
such
a
shabby
imitation
of
a
horse
as
you
are
can
run
as
fast
as
I
?
"
