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The
village
they
now
approached
was
not
built
in
a
valley
,
but
on
top
of
a
hill
,
and
the
road
they
followed
wound
around
the
hill
,
like
a
corkscrew
,
ascending
the
hill
easily
until
it
came
to
the
town
.
"
Look
out
!
"
screamed
a
voice
.
"
Look
out
,
or
you
’
ll
run
over
my
child
!
"
They
gazed
around
and
saw
a
woman
standing
upon
the
sidewalk
nervously
wringing
her
hands
as
she
gazed
at
them
appealingly
.
"
Where
is
your
child
?
"
asked
the
Sawhorse
.
"
In
the
house
,
"
said
the
woman
,
bursting
into
tears
;
"
but
if
it
should
happen
to
be
in
the
road
,
and
you
ran
over
it
,
those
great
wheels
would
crush
my
darling
to
jelly
.
Oh
dear
!
oh
dear
!
Think
of
my
darling
child
being
crushed
into
jelly
by
those
great
wheels
!
"
"
Gid
-
dap
!
"
said
the
Wizard
sharply
,
and
the
Sawhorse
started
on
.
They
had
not
gone
far
before
a
man
ran
out
of
a
house
shouting
wildly
,
"
Help
!
Help
!
"
The
Sawhorse
stopped
short
and
the
Wizard
and
Uncle
Henry
and
the
Shaggy
Man
and
Omby
Amby
jumped
out
of
the
wagon
and
ran
to
the
poor
man
’
s
assistance
.
Dorothy
followed
them
as
quickly
as
she
could
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
asked
the
Wizard
.
"
Help
!
help
!
"
screamed
the
man
;
"
my
wife
has
cut
her
finger
off
and
she
’
s
bleeding
to
death
!
"
