When they opened their eyes again, they were
amazed to see miles of golden daffodils all around them.
"I have a feeling we are out of Thoughtformland," said the Tin Woodman.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness," said Dorothy. "That
was too much."
*
Chapter Seventeen:
Americanindianland
*
As they walked through the daffodils, everyone felt immensely cheerful.
They were chatting away about this and that, when the Scarecrow spotted
smoke signals in the distance. "Look," he said, pointing.
"It must be Americanindianland," said the Tin Woodman excitedly.
"Oh, I'm so looking forward to this," said Dorothy, as the beat of the
tom-toms and the chant of the Indians' singing reached her ears. When
they reached the camp, they were not surprised to see the traditional
Indian scene of teepees with skins drying and dogs barking and such. The
squaws and papooses and braves and chiefs were gathered around in a big
circle in which a group of dancers was singing and chanting.
When Dorothy's party arrived, a beautiful majestic chief motioned them
to come and sit by him while the proceedings continued.
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