The wind blew hard and joggled the water of the ocean, sending
ripples across its surface. Then the wind pushed the edges of the
ripples until they became waves, and shoved the waves around until
they became billows. The billows rolled dreadfully high: higher
even than the tops of houses. Some of them, indeed, rolled as high
as the tops of tall trees, and seemed like mountains; and the gulfs
between the great billows were like deep valleys.
All this mad dashing and splashing of the waters of the big
ocean, which the mischievous wind caused without any good reason
whatever, resulted in a terrible storm, and a storm on the ocean is
liable to cut many queer pranks and do a lot of damage.
At the time the wind began to blow, a ship was sailing far out
upon the waters. When the waves began to tumble and toss and to
grow bigger and bigger the ship rolled up and down, and tipped
sidewise—first one way and then the other—and was jostled around so
roughly that even the sailor-men had to hold fast to the ropes and
railings to keep themselves from being swept away by the wind or
pitched headlong into the sea.
And the clouds were so thick in the sky that the sunlight
couldn't get through them; so that the day grew dark as night,
which added to the terrors of the storm.
The Captain of the ship was not afraid, because he had seen
storms before, and had sailed his ship through them in safety; but
he knew that his passengers would be in danger if they tried to
stay on deck, so he put them all into the cabin and told them to
stay there until after the storm was over, and to keep brave hearts
and not be scared, and all would be well with them.
Now, among these passengers was a little Kansas girl named
Dorothy Gale, who was going with her Uncle Henry to Australia, to
visit some relatives they had never before seen. Uncle Henry, you
must know, was not very well, because he had been working so hard
on his Kansas farm that his health had given way and left him weak
and nervous. So he left Aunt Em at home to watch after the hired
men and to take care of the farm, while he traveled far away to
Australia to visit his cousins and have a good rest.
Dorothy was eager to go with him on this journey, and Uncle
Henry thought she would be good company and help cheer him up; so
he decided to take her along. The little girl was quite an
experienced traveller, for she had once been carried by a cyclone
as far away from home as the marvelous Land of Oz, and she had met
with a good many adventures in that strange country before she
managed to get back to Kansas again. So she wasn't easily
frightened, whatever happened, and when the wind began to howl and
whistle, and the waves began to tumble and toss, our little girl
didn't mind the uproar the least bit.
"Of course we'll have to stay in the cabin," she said to Uncle
Henry and the other passengers, "and keep as quiet as possible
until the storm is over. For the Captain says if we go on deck we
may be blown overboard."
No one wanted to risk such an accident as that, you may be sure;
so all the passengers stayed huddled up in the dark cabin,
listening to the shrieking of the storm and the creaking of the
masts and rigging and trying to keep from bumping into one another
when the ship tipped sidewise.
Dorothy had almost fallen asleep when she was aroused with a
start to find that Uncle Henry was missing. She couldn't imagine
where he had gone, and as he was not very strong she began to worry
about him, and to fear he might have been careless enough to go on
deck. In that case he would be in great danger unless he instantly
came down again.
The fact was that Uncle Henry had gone to lie down in his little
sleeping-berth, but Dorothy did not know that. She only remembered
that Aunt Em had cautioned her to take good care of her uncle, so
at once she decided to go on deck and find him, in spite of the
fact that the tempest was now worse than ever, and the ship was
plunging in a really dreadful manner. Indeed, the little girl found
it was as much as she could do to mount the stairs to the deck, and
as soon as she got there the wind struck her so fiercely that it
almost tore away the skirts of her dress. Yet Dorothy felt a sort
of joyous excitement in defying the storm, and while she held fast
to the railing she peered around through the gloom and thought she
saw the dim form of a man clinging to a mast not far away from her.
This might be her uncle, so she called as loudly as she could:
"Uncle Henry! Uncle Henry!"
But the wind screeched and howled so madly that she scarce heard
her own voice, and the man certainly failed to hear her, for he did
Dorothy decided she must go to him; so she made a dash forward,
during a lull in the storm, to where a big square chicken-coop had
been lashed to the deck with ropes. She reached this place in
safety, but no sooner had she seized fast hold of the slats of the
big box in which the chickens were kept than the wind, as if
enraged because the little girl dared to resist its power, suddenly
redoubled its fury. With a scream like that of an angry giant it
tore away the ropes that held the coop and lifted it high into the
air, with Dorothy still clinging to the slats. Around and over it
whirled, this way and that, and a few moments later the
chicken-coop dropped far away into the sea, where the big waves
caught it and slid it up-hill to a foaming crest and then down-hill
into a deep valley, as if it were nothing more than a plaything to
keep them amused.
Dorothy had a good ducking, you may be sure, but she didn't lose
her presence of mind even for a second. She kept tight hold of the
stout slats and as soon as she could get the water out of her eyes
she saw that the wind had ripped the cover from the coop, and the
poor chickens were fluttering away in every direction, being blown
by the wind until they looked like feather dusters without handles.
The bottom of the coop was made of thick boards, so Dorothy found
she was clinging to a sort of raft, with sides of slats, which
readily bore up her weight. After coughing the water out of her
throat and getting her breath again, she managed to climb over the
slats and stand upon the firm wooden bottom of the coop, which
supported her easily enough.
"Why, I've got a ship of my own!" she thought, more amused than
frightened at her sudden change of condition; and then, as the coop
climbed up to the top of a big wave, she looked eagerly around for
the ship from which she had been blown.
It was far, far away, by this time. Perhaps no one on board had
yet missed her, or knew of her strange adventure. Down into a
valley between the waves the coop swept her, and when she climbed
another crest the ship looked like a toy boat, it was such a long
way off. Soon it had entirely disappeared in the gloom, and then
Dorothy gave a sigh of regret at parting with Uncle Henry and began
to wonder what was going to happen to her next.
Just now she was tossing on the bosom of a big ocean, with
nothing to keep her afloat but a miserable wooden hen-coop that had
a plank bottom and slatted sides, through which the water
constantly splashed and wetted her through to the skin! And there
was nothing to eat when she became hungry—as she was sure to do
before long—and no fresh water to drink and no dry clothes to put
"Well, I declare!" she exclaimed, with a laugh. "You're in a
pretty fix, Dorothy Gale, I can tell you! and I haven't the least
idea how you're going to get out of it!"
As if to add to her troubles the night was now creeping on, and
the gray clouds overhead changed to inky blackness. But the wind,
as if satisfied at last with its mischievous pranks, stopped
blowing this ocean and hurried away to another part of the world to
blow something else; so that the waves, not being joggled any more,
began to quiet down and behave themselves.
It was lucky for Dorothy, I think, that the storm subsided;
otherwise, brave though she was, I fear she might have perished.
Many children, in her place, would have wept and given way to
despair; but because Dorothy had encountered so many adventures and
come safely through them it did not occur to her at this time to be
especially afraid. She was wet and uncomfortable, it is true; but,
after sighing that one sigh I told you of, she managed to recall
some of her customary cheerfulness and decided to patiently await
whatever her fate might be.
By and by the black clouds rolled away and showed a blue sky
overhead, with a silver moon shining sweetly in the middle of it
and little stars winking merrily at Dorothy when she looked their
way. The coop did not toss around any more, but rode the waves more
gently—almost like a cradle rocking—so that the floor upon which
Dorothy stood was no longer swept by water coming through the
slats. Seeing this, and being quite exhausted by the excitement of
the past few hours, the little girl decided that sleep would be the
best thing to restore her strength and the easiest way in which she
could pass the time. The floor was damp and she was herself
wringing wet, but fortunately this was a warm climate and she did
not feel at all cold.
So she sat down in a corner of the coop, leaned her back against
the slats, nodded at the friendly stars before she closed her eyes,
and was asleep in half a minute.