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"
We
’
ll
try
it
,
anyway
,
"
said
the
Wizard
.
"
It
’
s
the
only
way
to
get
out
of
the
Valley
of
Voe
.
"
So
they
began
to
ascend
the
stairs
,
Dorothy
and
the
Wizard
first
,
Jim
next
,
drawing
the
buggy
,
and
then
Zeb
to
watch
that
nothing
happened
to
the
harness
.
The
light
was
dim
,
and
soon
they
mounted
into
total
darkness
,
so
that
the
Wizard
was
obliged
to
get
out
his
lanterns
to
light
the
way
.
But
this
enabled
them
to
proceed
steadily
until
they
came
to
a
landing
where
there
was
a
rift
in
the
side
of
the
mountain
that
let
in
both
light
and
air
.
Looking
through
this
opening
they
could
see
the
Valley
of
Voe
lying
far
below
them
,
the
cottages
seeming
like
toy
houses
from
that
distance
.
After
resting
a
few
moments
they
resumed
their
climb
,
and
still
the
stairs
were
broad
and
low
enough
for
Jim
to
draw
the
buggy
easily
after
him
.
The
old
horse
panted
a
little
,
and
had
to
stop
often
to
get
his
breath
.
At
such
times
they
were
all
glad
to
wait
for
him
,
for
continually
climbing
up
stairs
is
sure
to
make
one
’
s
legs
ache
.
They
wound
about
,
always
going
upward
,
for
some
time
.
The
lights
from
the
lanterns
dimly
showed
the
way
,
but
it
was
a
gloomy
journey
,
and
they
were
pleased
when
a
broad
streak
of
light
ahead
assured
them
they
were
coming
to
a
second
landing
.
Here
one
side
of
the
mountain
had
a
great
hole
in
it
,
like
the
mouth
of
a
cavern
,
and
the
stairs
stopped
at
the
near
edge
of
the
floor
and
commenced
ascending
again
at
the
opposite
edge
.
The
opening
in
the
mountain
was
on
the
side
opposite
to
the
Valley
of
Voe
,
and
our
travellers
looked
out
upon
a
strange
scene
.
Below
them
was
a
vast
space
,
at
the
bottom
of
which
was
a
black
sea
with
rolling
billows
,
through
which
little
tongues
of
flame
constantly
shot
up
.
Just
above
them
,
and
almost
on
a
level
with
their
platform
,
were
banks
of
rolling
clouds
which
constantly
shifted
position
and
changed
color
.
The
blues
and
greys
were
very
beautiful
,
and
Dorothy
noticed
that
on
the
cloud
banks
sat
or
reclined
fleecy
,
shadowy
forms
of
beautiful
beings
who
must
have
been
the
Cloud
Fairies
.
Mortals
who
stand
upon
the
earth
and
look
up
at
the
sky
cannot
often
distinguish
these
forms
,
but
our
friends
were
now
so
near
to
the
clouds
that
they
observed
the
dainty
fairies
very
clearly
.
"
Are
they
real
?
"
asked
Zeb
,
in
an
awed
voice
.
"
Of
course
,
"
replied
Dorothy
,
softly
.
"
They
are
the
Cloud
Fairies
.
"
