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Chapter VIII The Deadly Poppy Field Our little party of travelers awakened the next morning refreshed and full of hope , and Dorothy breakfasted like a princess off peaches and plums from the trees beside the river . Behind them was the dark forest they had passed safely through , although they had suffered many discouragements ; but before them was a lovely , sunny country that seemed to beckon them on to the Emerald City . To be sure , the broad river now cut them off from this beautiful land . But the raft was nearly done , and after the Tin Woodman had cut a few more logs and fastened them together with wooden pins , they were ready to start . Dorothy sat down in the middle of the raft and held Toto in her arms . When the Cowardly Lion stepped upon the raft it tipped badly , for he was big and heavy ; but the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman stood upon the other end to steady it , and they had long poles in their hands to push the raft through the water . They got along quite well at first , but when they reached the middle of the river the swift current swept the raft downstream , farther and farther away from the road of yellow brick . And the water grew so deep that the long poles would not touch the bottom . “ This is bad , ” said the Tin Woodman , “ for if we cannot get to the land we shall be carried into the country of the Wicked Witch of the West , and she will enchant us and make us her slaves . ” “ And then I should get no brains , ” said the Scarecrow . “ And I should get no courage , ” said the Cowardly Lion . “ And I should get no heart , ” said the Tin Woodman . “ And I should never get back to Kansas , ” said Dorothy . “ We must certainly get to the Emerald City if we can , ” the Scarecrow continued , and he pushed so hard on his long pole that it stuck fast in the mud at the bottom of the river . Then , before he could pull it out again — or let go — the raft was swept away , and the poor Scarecrow was left clinging to the pole in the middle of the river . “ Good - bye ! ” he called after them , and they were very sorry to leave him . Indeed , the Tin Woodman began to cry , but fortunately remembered that he might rust , and so dried his tears on Dorothy’s apron . Of course this was a bad thing for the Scarecrow . “ I am now worse off than when I first met Dorothy , ” he thought . “ Then , I was stuck on a pole in a cornfield , where I could make - believe scare the crows , at any rate . But surely there is no use for a Scarecrow stuck on a pole in the middle of a river . I am afraid I shall never have any brains , after all ! ”
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