Lyman Frank Baum

The Scarecrow of Oz Lyman Frank Baum

Book Excerpt: ...> "I b'lieve, Cap'n," remarked Trot, at last, "that it's time for us to start."The old man cast a shrewd glance at the sky, the sea and the motionless boat. Then he shook his head."Mebbe it's time, Trot," he answered, "but I don't jes' like the looks o' things this afternoon.""What's wrong?" she asked wonderingly."Can't say as to that. Things is too quiet to suit me, that's all. No breeze, not a ripple a-top the water, nary a gull a-flyin' anywhere, an' the end o' the hottest day o' the year. I ain't no weather-prophet, Trot, but any sailor would know the signs is ominous.""There's nothing wrong that I can see," said Trot."If there was a cloud in the sky even as big as my thumb, we might worry about it; but -- look, Cap'n! -- the sky is as clear as can be."He looked again and nodded."P'r'aps we can make the cave, all right," he agreed, not wishing to disappoint her. "It's only a little way out, an' we'll be on the watch; so come along, Trot."Together they descended the win...