"
"Can you make a raft, Cap'n Bill?"
"O' course, Trot, if you give me time."
The little girl sat down on a log and gazed at the Island of
the Magic Flower. Nothing else seemed to grow on the tiny isle.
There was no tree, no shrub, no grass, even, as far as she could
make out from that distance. But the gold pot glittered in the
rays of the sun, and Trot could catch glimpses of glowing colors
above it, as the Magic Flower changed from one sort to another.
"When I was here before," remarked the Glass Cat, lazily
reclining at the girl's feet, "I saw two Kalidahs on this very
bank, where they had come to drink."
"What are Kalidahs?" asked the girl.
"The most powerful and ferocious beasts in all Oz. This forest
is their especial home, and so there are few other beasts to be
found except monkeys. The monkeys are spry enough to keep out of
the way of the fierce Kalidahs, which attack all other animals
and often fight among themselves."
"Did they try to fight you when you saw 'em?" asked Trot,
getting very much excited.
"Yes. They sprang upon me in an instant; but I lay flat on the
ground, so I wouldn't get my legs broken by the great weight of
the beasts, and when they tried to bite me I laughed at them and
jeered them until they were frantic with rage, for they nearly
broke their teeth on my hard glass.
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