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wild cat of the jungle--a very ferocious creature, indeed. The Wizard
knew that if Dorothy's pet was found guilty and condemned to death the
little girl would be made very unhappy; so, although he grieved over the
piglet's sad fate as much as any of them, he resolved to save Eureka's
life.

Sending for the Tin Woodman the Wizard took him into a corner and
whispered:

"My friend, it is your duty to defend the white kitten and try to save
her, but I fear you will fail because Eureka has long wished to eat a
piglet, to my certain knowledge, and my opinion is that she has been
unable to resist the temptation. Yet her disgrace and death would not
bring back the piglet, but only serve to make Dorothy unhappy. So I
intend to prove the kitten's innocence by a trick."

He drew from his inside pocket one of the eight tiny piglets that were
remaining and continued:

"This creature you must hide in some safe place, and if the jury decides
that Eureka is guilty you may then produce this piglet and claim it is
the one that was lost. All the piglets are exactly alike, so no one can
dispute your word. This deception will save Eureka's life, and then we
may all be happy again."

"I do not like to deceive my friends," replied the Tin Woodman; "still,
my kind heart urges me to save Eureka's life, and I can usually trust my
heart to do the right thing. So I will do as you say, friend Wizard."

After some thought he placed the little pig inside his funnel-shaped
hat, and then put the hat upon his head and went back to his room to
think over his speech to the jury.




CHAPTER 19.

THE WIZARD PERFORMS ANOTHER TRICK


At three o'clock the Throne Room was crowded with citizens, men, women
and children being eager to witness the great trial.

Princess Ozma, dressed in her most splendid robes of state, sat in the
magnificent emerald throne, with her jewelled sceptre in her hand and
her sparkling coronet upon her fair brow. Behind her throne stood the
twenty-eight officers of her army and many officials of the royal
household. At her right sat the queerly assorted Jury--animals, animated
dummies and people--all gravely prepared to listen to what was said. The
kitten had been placed in a large cage just before the throne, where she
sat upon her haunches and gazed through the bars at the crowds around
her, with seeming unconcern.

And now, at a signal from Ozma, the Woggle-Bug arose and addressed the
jury. His tone was pompous and he strutted up and down in an absurd
attempt to appear dignified.

"Your Royal Highness and Fellow Citizens," he began; "the small cat you
see a prisoner before you is accused of the crime of first murdering and
then eating our esteemed Ruler's fat piglet--or else first eating and
then murdering it. In either case a grave crime has been committed which
deserves a grave punishment."

"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.

"Don't interrupt, little girl," said the Woggle-Bug. "When I get my
thoughts arranged in good order I do not like to have anything upset
them or throw them into confusion."

"If your thoughts were any good they wouldn't become confused," remarked
the Scarecrow, earnestly. "My thoughts are always----"

"Is this a trial of thoughts, or of kittens?" demanded the Woggle-Bug.

"It's a trial of one kitten," replied the Scarecrow; "but your manner is
a trial to us all."

"Let the Public Accuser continue," called Ozma from her throne, "and I
pray you do not interrupt him."

"The criminal who now sits before the court licking her paws," resumed
the Woggle-Bug, "has long desired to unlawfully eat the fat piglet,
which was no bigger than a mouse. And finally she made a wicked plan to
satisfy her depraved appetite for pork. I can see her, in my mind's
eye----"

"What's that?" asked the Scarecrow.

"I say I can see her in my mind's eye----"

"The mind has no eye," declared the Scarecrow. "It's blind."

"Your Highness," cried the Woggle-Bug, appealing to Ozma, "have I a
mind's eye, or haven't I?"

"If you have, it is invisible," said the Princess.

"Very true," returned the Woggle-Bug, bowing. "I say I see the criminal,
in my mind's eye, creeping stealthily into the room of our Ozma and

wild cat of the jungle--a very ferocious creature, indeed. The Wizard

knew that if Dorothy's pet was found guilty and condemned to death the

little girl would be made very unhappy; so, although he grieved over the

piglet's sad fate as much as any of them, he resolved to save Eureka's

life.

Sending for the Tin Woodman the Wizard took him into a corner and

whispered:

"My friend, it is your duty to defend the white kitten and try to save

her, but I fear you will fail because Eureka has long wished to eat a

piglet, to my certain knowledge, and my opinion is that she has been

unable to resist the temptation. Yet her disgrace and death would not

bring back the piglet, but only serve to make Dorothy unhappy. So I

intend to prove the kitten's innocence by a trick."

He drew from his inside pocket one of the eight tiny piglets that were

remaining and continued:

"This creature you must hide in some safe place, and if the jury decides

that Eureka is guilty you may then produce this piglet and claim it is

the one that was lost. All the piglets are exactly alike, so no one can

dispute your word. This deception will save Eureka's life, and then we

may all be happy again."

"I do not like to deceive my friends," replied the Tin Woodman; "still,

my kind heart urges me to save Eureka's life, and I can usually trust my

heart to do the right thing. So I will do as you say, friend Wizard."

After some thought he placed the little pig inside his funnel-shaped

hat, and then put the hat upon his head and went back to his room to

think over his speech to the jury.

CHAPTER 19.

THE WIZARD PERFORMS ANOTHER TRICK

At three o'clock the Throne Room was crowded with citizens, men, women

and children being eager to witness the great trial.

Princess Ozma, dressed in her most splendid robes of state, sat in the

magnificent emerald throne, with her jewelled sceptre in her hand and

her sparkling coronet upon her fair brow. Behind her throne stood the

twenty-eight officers of her army and many officials of the royal

household. At her right sat the queerly assorted Jury--animals, animated

dummies and people--all gravely prepared to listen to what was said. The

kitten had been placed in a large cage just before the throne, where she

sat upon her haunches and gazed through the bars at the crowds around

her, with seeming unconcern.

And now, at a signal from Ozma, the Woggle-Bug arose and addressed the

jury. His tone was pompous and he strutted up and down in an absurd

attempt to appear dignified.

"Your Royal Highness and Fellow Citizens," he began; "the small cat you

see a prisoner before you is accused of the crime of first murdering and

then eating our esteemed Ruler's fat piglet--or else first eating and

then murdering it. In either case a grave crime has been committed which

deserves a grave punishment."

"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.

"Don't interrupt, little girl," said the Woggle-Bug. "When I get my

thoughts arranged in good order I do not like to have anything upset

them or throw them into confusion."

"If your thoughts were any good they wouldn't become confused," remarked

the Scarecrow, earnestly. "My thoughts are always----"

"Is this a trial of thoughts, or of kittens?" demanded the Woggle-Bug.

"It's a trial of one kitten," replied the Scarecrow; "but your manner is

a trial to us all."

"Let the Public Accuser continue," called Ozma from her throne, "and I

pray you do not interrupt him."

"The criminal who now sits before the court licking her paws," resumed

the Woggle-Bug, "has long desired to unlawfully eat the fat piglet,

which was no bigger than a mouse. And finally she made a wicked plan to

satisfy her depraved appetite for pork. I can see her, in my mind's

eye----"

"What's that?" asked the Scarecrow.

"I say I can see her in my mind's eye----"

"The mind has no eye," declared the Scarecrow. "It's blind."

"Your Highness," cried the Woggle-Bug, appealing to Ozma, "have I a

mind's eye, or haven't I?"

"If you have, it is invisible," said the Princess.

"Very true," returned the Woggle-Bug, bowing. "I say I see the criminal,

in my mind's eye, creeping stealthily into the room of our Ozma and