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"
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
.
"
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
does
n't
exist
any
more
.
"
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"
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
did
n'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
.
"
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"
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
man
.
"
Well
,
it
stands
up
on
its
four
feet
and
walks
all
around
,
and
gets
in
the
way
;
and
that
spoils
it
for
a
rug
.
It
ca
n't
speak
,
although
it
is
alive
;
for
,
while
its
head
might
say
words
,
it
has
no
breath
in
a
solid
body
to
push
the
words
out
of
its
mouth
.
It
's
a
very
slimpsy
affair
altogether
,
that
bear
rug
,
and
the
old
woman
is
sorry
it
came
to
life
.
Every
day
she
has
to
scold
it
,
and
make
it
lie
down
flat
on
the
parlor
floor
to
be
walked
upon
;
but
sometimes
when
she
goes
to
market
the
rug
will
hump
up
its
back
skin
,
and
stand
on
its
four
feet
,
and
trot
along
after
her
.
"