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Dorothy
and
her
fellow
travelers
rode
away
from
the
Cuttenclip
village
and
followed
the
indistinct
path
as
far
as
the
sign
-
post
.
Here
they
took
the
main
road
again
and
proceeded
pleasantly
through
the
pretty
farming
country
.
When
evening
came
they
stopped
at
a
dwelling
and
were
joyfully
welcomed
and
given
plenty
to
eat
and
good
beds
for
the
night
.
Early
next
morning
,
however
,
they
were
up
and
eager
to
start
,
and
after
a
good
breakfast
they
bade
their
host
good
-
bye
and
climbed
into
the
red
wagon
,
to
which
the
Sawhorse
had
been
hitched
all
night
.
Being
made
of
wood
,
this
horse
never
got
tired
nor
cared
to
lie
down
.
Dorothy
was
not
quite
sure
whether
he
ever
slept
or
not
,
but
it
was
certain
that
he
never
did
when
anybody
was
around
.
The
weather
is
always
beautiful
in
Oz
,
and
this
morning
the
air
was
cool
and
refreshing
and
the
sunshine
brilliant
and
delightful
.
In
about
an
hour
they
came
to
a
place
where
another
road
branched
off
.
There
was
a
sign
-
post
here
which
read
:
THIS
WAY
TO
FUDDLECUMJIG
"
Oh
,
here
is
where
we
turn
,
"
said
Dorothy
,
observing
the
sign
.
"
What
!
Are
we
going
to
Fuddlecumjig
?
"
asked
the
Captain
General
.
"
Yes
;
Ozma
thought
we
might
enjoy
the
Fuddles
.
They
are
said
to
be
very
interesting
,
"
she
replied
.
"
No
one
would
suspect
it
from
their
name
,
"
said
Aunt
Em
.
"
Who
are
they
,
anyhow
?
More
paper
things
?
"
"
I
think
not
,
"
answered
Dorothy
,
laughing
;
"
but
I
can
’
t
say
’
zactly
,
Aunt
Em
,
what
they
are
.
We
’
ll
find
out
when
we
get
there
.
"
