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Saying
this
,
Cap
’
n
Bill
pushed
the
raft
into
the
water
,
and
when
it
was
afloat
,
stepped
upon
it
and
held
out
his
hand
to
Trot
,
who
quickly
followed
him
.
The
Glass
Cat
boarded
the
raft
last
of
all
.
The
sailor
had
cut
a
long
pole
,
and
had
also
whittled
a
flat
paddle
,
and
with
these
he
easily
propelled
the
raft
across
the
river
.
As
they
approached
the
island
,
the
Wonderful
Flower
became
more
plainly
visible
,
and
they
quickly
decided
that
the
Glass
Cat
had
not
praised
it
too
highly
.
The
colors
of
the
flowers
that
bloomed
in
quick
succession
were
strikingly
bright
and
beautiful
,
and
the
shapes
of
the
blossoms
were
varied
and
curious
.
Indeed
,
they
did
not
resemble
ordinary
flowers
at
all
.
So
intently
did
Trot
and
Cap
’
n
Bill
gaze
upon
the
Golden
Flower
-
pot
that
held
the
Magic
Flower
that
they
scarcely
noticed
the
island
itself
until
the
raft
beached
upon
its
sands
.
But
then
the
girl
exclaimed
:
"
How
funny
it
is
,
Cap
’
n
Bill
,
that
nothing
else
grows
here
excep
’
the
Magic
Flower
.
"
Then
the
sailor
glanced
at
the
island
and
saw
that
it
was
all
bare
ground
,
without
a
weed
,
a
stone
or
a
blade
of
grass
.
Trot
,
eager
to
examine
the
Flower
closer
,
sprang
from
the
raft
and
ran
up
the
bank
until
she
reached
the
Golden
Flower
-
pot
.
Then
she
stood
beside
it
motionless
and
filled
with
wonder
.
Cap
’
n
Bill
joined
her
,
coming
more
leisurely
,
and
he
,
too
,
stood
in
silent
admiration
for
a
time
.
"
Ozma
will
like
this
,
"
remarked
the
Glass
Cat
,
sitting
down
to
watch
the
shifting
hues
of
the
flowers
.
"
I
’
m
sure
she
won
’
t
have
as
fine
a
birthday
present
from
anyone
else
.
"
"
Do
you
’
spose
it
’
s
very
heavy
,
Cap
’
n
?
And
can
we
get
it
home
without
breaking
it
?
"
asked
Trot
anxiously
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ve
lifted
many
bigger
things
than
that
,
"
he
replied
;
"
but
let
’
s
see
what
it
weighs
.
"
He
tried
to
take
a
step
forward
,
but
could
not
lift
his
meat
foot
from
the
ground
.
His
wooden
leg
seemed
free
enough
,
but
the
other
would
not
budge
.
"
I
seem
stuck
,
Trot
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
perplexed
look
at
his
foot
.
"
It
ain
’
t
mud
,
an
’
it
ain
’
t
glue
,
but
somethin
’
s
holdin
’
me
down
.
"
