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The
Wizard
said
nothing
,
and
he
did
not
seem
especially
anxious
.
The
Sawhorse
was
trotting
along
briskly
,
yet
the
forest
seemed
farther
away
than
they
had
thought
when
they
first
saw
it
.
So
it
was
nearly
sundown
when
they
finally
came
to
the
trees
;
but
now
they
found
themselves
in
a
most
beautiful
spot
,
the
wide
-
spreading
trees
being
covered
with
flowering
vines
and
having
soft
mosses
underneath
them
.
"
This
will
be
a
good
place
to
camp
,
"
said
the
Wizard
,
as
the
Sawhorse
stopped
for
further
instructions
.
"
Camp
!
"
they
all
echoed
.
"
Certainly
,
"
asserted
the
Wizard
.
"
It
will
be
dark
before
very
long
and
we
cannot
travel
through
this
forest
at
night
.
So
let
us
make
a
camp
here
,
and
have
some
supper
,
and
sleep
until
daylight
comes
again
.
"
They
all
looked
at
the
little
man
in
astonishment
,
and
Aunt
Em
said
,
with
a
sniff
:
"
A
pretty
camp
we
’
ll
have
,
I
must
say
!
I
suppose
you
intend
us
to
sleep
under
the
wagon
.
"
"
And
chew
grass
for
our
supper
,
"
added
the
Shaggy
Man
,
laughing
.
But
Dorothy
seemed
to
have
no
doubts
and
was
quite
cheerful
"
It
’
s
lucky
we
have
the
wonderful
Wizard
with
us
,
"
she
said
;
"
because
he
can
do
’
most
anything
he
wants
to
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
;
I
forgot
we
had
a
Wizard
,
"
said
Uncle
Henry
,
looking
at
the
little
man
curiously
.
