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But
the
wind
screeched
and
howled
so
madly
that
she
scarce
heard
her
own
voice
,
and
the
man
certainly
failed
to
hear
her
,
for
he
did
not
move
.
Dorothy
decided
she
must
go
to
him
;
so
she
made
a
dash
forward
,
during
a
lull
in
the
storm
,
to
where
a
big
square
chicken
-
coop
had
been
lashed
to
the
deck
with
ropes
.
She
reached
this
place
in
safety
,
but
no
sooner
had
she
seized
fast
hold
of
the
slats
of
the
big
box
in
which
the
chickens
were
kept
than
the
wind
,
as
if
enraged
because
the
little
girl
dared
to
resist
its
power
,
suddenly
redoubled
its
fury
.
With
a
scream
like
that
of
an
angry
giant
it
tore
away
the
ropes
that
held
the
coop
and
lifted
it
high
into
the
air
,
with
Dorothy
still
clinging
to
the
slats
.
Around
and
over
it
whirled
,
this
way
and
that
,
and
a
few
moments
later
the
chicken
-
coop
dropped
far
away
into
the
sea
,
where
the
big
waves
caught
it
and
slid
it
up
-
hill
to
a
foaming
crest
and
then
down
-
hill
into
a
deep
valley
,
as
if
it
were
nothing
more
than
a
plaything
to
keep
them
amused
.
Dorothy
had
a
good
ducking
,
you
may
be
sure
,
but
she
didn
’
t
lose
her
presence
of
mind
even
for
a
second
.
She
kept
tight
hold
of
the
stout
slats
and
as
soon
as
she
could
get
the
water
out
of
her
eyes
she
saw
that
the
wind
had
ripped
the
cover
from
the
coop
,
and
the
poor
chickens
were
fluttering
away
in
every
direction
,
being
blown
by
the
wind
until
they
looked
like
feather
dusters
without
handles
.
The
bottom
of
the
coop
was
made
of
thick
boards
,
so
Dorothy
found
she
was
clinging
to
a
sort
of
raft
,
with
sides
of
slats
,
which
readily
bore
up
her
weight
.
After
coughing
the
water
out
of
her
throat
and
getting
her
breath
again
,
she
managed
to
climb
over
the
slats
and
stand
upon
the
firm
wooden
bottom
of
the
coop
,
which
supported
her
easily
enough
.
"
Why
,
I
’
ve
got
a
ship
of
my
own
!
"
she
thought
,
more
amused
than
frightened
at
her
sudden
change
of
condition
;
and
then
,
as
the
coop
climbed
up
to
the
top
of
a
big
wave
,
she
looked
eagerly
around
for
the
ship
from
which
she
had
been
blown
.
It
was
far
,
far
away
,
by
this
time
.
Perhaps
no
one
on
board
had
yet
missed
her
,
or
knew
of
her
strange
adventure
.
Down
into
a
valley
between
the
waves
the
coop
swept
her
,
and
when
she
climbed
another
crest
the
ship
looked
like
a
toy
boat
,
it
was
such
a
long
way
off
.
Soon
it
had
entirely
disappeared
in
the
gloom
,
and
then
Dorothy
gave
a
sigh
of
regret
at
parting
with
Uncle
Henry
and
began
to
wonder
what
was
going
to
happen
to
her
next
.
Just
now
she
was
tossing
on
the
bosom
of
a
big
ocean
,
with
nothing
to
keep
her
afloat
but
a
miserable
wooden
hen
-
coop
that
had
a
plank
bottom
and
slatted
sides
,
through
which
the
water
constantly
splashed
and
wetted
her
through
to
the
skin
!
And
there
was
nothing
to
eat
when
she
became
hungry
-
-
as
she
was
sure
to
do
before
long
-
-
and
no
fresh
water
to
drink
and
no
dry
clothes
to
put
on
.
"
Well
,
I
declare
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
with
a
laugh
.
"
You
’
re
in
a
pretty
fix
,
Dorothy
Gale
,
I
can
tell
you
!
and
I
haven
’
t
the
least
idea
how
you
’
re
going
to
get
out
of
it
!
"
As
if
to
add
to
her
troubles
the
night
was
now
creeping
on
,
and
the
gray
clouds
overhead
changed
to
inky
blackness
.
But
the
wind
,
as
if
satisfied
at
last
with
its
mischievous
pranks
,
stopped
blowing
this
ocean
and
hurried
away
to
another
part
of
the
world
to
blow
something
else
;
so
that
the
waves
,
not
being
joggled
any
more
,
began
to
quiet
down
and
behave
themselves
.
