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Sky Island by L. Frank Baum - Delphi Classics (Illustrated)

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 The Complete Works ofL. FRANK BAUMVOLUME 27 OF 76Sky IslandParts EditionBy Delphi Classics, 2015Version 2COPYRIGHT‘Sky Island’(in 76 parts)L. Frank Baum: Parts Edition First published in the United Kingdom in 2017 by Delphi Classics.© Delphi Classics, 2017.All rights reserved.  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form other than that in which it is published.ISBN: 978 1 78877 131 3Delphi Classicsis an imprint ofDelphi Publishing LtdHastings, East SussexUnited KingdomContact: sales@delphiclassics.comwww.delphiclassics.comL. Frank Baum: Parts EditionThis eBook is Part 27 of the Delphi Classics edition of L. Frank Baum in 76 Parts. It features the unabridged text of Sky Island from the bestselling edition of the author’s Complete Works. Having established their name as the leading publisher of classic literature and art, Delphi Classics produce publications that are individually crafted with superior formatting, while introducing many rare texts for the first time in digital print. Our Parts Editions feature original annotations and illustrations relating to the life and works of L. Frank Baum, as well as individual tables of contents, allowing you to navigate eBooks quickly and easily.Visit here to buy the entire Parts Edition of L. Frank Baum or the Complete Works of L. Frank Baum in a single eBook.Learn more about our Parts Edition, with free downloads, via this link or browse our most popular Parts here.        L. FRANK BAUMIN 76 VOLUMESParts Edition ContentsThe Oz Works1, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz2, The Marvelous Land of Oz3, The Woggle-Bug Book4, Ozma of Oz5, Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz6, The Road to Oz7, The Emerald City of Oz8, The Patchwork Girl of Oz9, Little Wizard Stories of Oz10, Tik-Tok of Oz11, The Scarecrow of Oz12, Rinkitink in Oz13, The Lost Princess of Oz14, The Tin Woodman of Oz15, The Magic of Oz16, Glinda of Oz17, The Royal Book of Oz by Ruth Plumly ThompsonOther Fantasy Works18, The Magical Monarch of Mo19, Dot and Tot of Merryland20, American Fairy Tales21, The Master Key: An Electrical Fairy Tale22, The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus23, The Enchanted Island of Yew24, Queen Zixi of Ix25, John Dough and the Cherub26, The Sea Fairies27, Sky IslandNon-Fantasy Works Under Baum’s Name28, The Daring Twins29, Phoebe DaringThe Pseudonym Works – Fantasy30, Twinkle and Chubbins31, Policeman BluejayThe Pseudonym Works – Non-Fantasy32, Aunt Jane’s Nieces33, Aunt Jane’s Nieces Abroad34, Aunt Jane’s Nieces at Millville35, Aunt Jane’s Nieces at Work36, Aunt Jane’s Nieces in Society37, Aunt Jane’s Nieces and Uncle John38, Aunt Jane’s Nieces on Vacation39, Aunt Jane’s Nieces on the Ranch40, Aunt Jane’s Nieces Out West41, Aunt Jane’s Nieces in the Red Cross42, The Flying Girl43, The Flying Girl and Her Chum44, Mary Louise45, Mary Louise in the Country46, Mary Louise Solves a Mystery47, Mary Louise and the Liberty Girls48, Mary Louise Adopts a Soldier49, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Alaska50, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Panama51, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Egypt52, The Boy Fortune Hunters in China53, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Yucatan54, The Boy Fortune Hunters in the South Seas55, The Fate of a Crown56, Daughters of Destiny57, Tamawaca Folks: A Summer Comedy58, Annabel, a Novel for Young Folk59, The Last EgyptianShorter Fiction60, Our Landlady61, Mother Goose in Prose62, Animal Fairy Tales63, Uncollected Short StoriesThe Poetry Collections64, By the Candelabra’s Glare65, Father Goose: His Book66, The Army Alphabet67, The Navy Alphabet68, Father Goose’s Year BookThe Poems69, List of Poems in Alphabetical OrderThe Plays70, The Maid of Arran71, The Wizard of Oz72, The Maid of Athens73, The King of Gee-Whiz74, The Pipes O’ PanBaumiana75, Baum Related Articles and PiecesThe Biography76, In Other Lands Than Ours by Maud Gage-Baumwww.delphiclassics.com Sky IslandSky Island, published in 1912 by Reilly & Britton, was the second and last in Baum’s projected series about young Trot and her sea-faring friend, Capn’ Bill.  Favorite Oz artist, John R. Neill, was again the illustrator.  Although not as successful as the Oz books or even its predecessor, The Sea Fairies, Baum considered Sky Island one of his best works.  Sky Island begins on a beach in Southern California, where Trot meets Button- Bright, a young boy carrying a magical umbrella inherited from an Arabian Knight.  Trot and Cap’n Bill join Button Bright for a journey to “Sky Island,” a land split into two distinct halves.  The awful Boolooroo of the Blues rules the blue half, while Tourmaline the Poverty Queen reigns over the friendlier pink side.  Each half presents distinct predicaments and threats for the heroes to overcome, while featuring a vivid setting and a cast of colorful and intriguing characters, including Polychrome, the Rainbow’s Daughter, familiar to Oz readers from her appearance in The Road to Oz and others in the series.A first edition copy of Sky Island with dustcoverCONTENTSA Little Talk to My ReadersA Mysterious ArrivalThe Magic UmbrellaA Wonderful ExperienceThe Island in the SkyThe Boolooroo of the BluesThe Six Snubnosed PrincessesGhip-Ghisizzle Proves FriendlyThe Blue CityThe Tribulation of TrotThe King’s Treasure ChamberButton-Bright Encounters the Blue WolfThrough the Fog BankThe Pink CountryTourmaline the Poverty QueenThe Sunrise Tribe and the Sunset TribeRosalie the WitchThe Arrival of PolychromeMayre, Queen of the Pink CountryThe War of the Pinks and BluesGhip-Ghisizzle has a Bad TimeThe Capture of Cap’n BillTrot’s Invisible AdventureThe Girl and the BooloorooThe Amazing Conquest of the BluesThe Ruler of Sky IslandTrot Celebrates Her VictoryThe Fate of the Magic UmbrellaThe Elephant’s Head Comes to LifeTrot Regulates the PinkiesThe Journey Home A first edition copy of ‘Sky Island’A Little Talk to My ReadersWith “The Sea Fairies,” my book for 1911, I ventured into a new field of fairy literature and to my delight the book was received with much approval by my former readers, many of whom have written me that they like Trot “almost as well as Dorothy.” As Dorothy was an old, old friend and Trot a new one, I think this is very high praise for Cap’n Bill’s little companion. Cap’n Bill is also a new character who seems to have won approval, and so both Trot and the old sailor are again introduced in the present story, which may be called the second of the series of adventures of Trot and Cap’n Bill.But you will recognize some other acquaintances in “Sky Island.” Here, for instance, is Button-Bright, who once had an adventure with Dorothy in Oz, and without Button-Bright and his Magic Umbrella you will see that the story of “Sky Island” could never have been written. As Polychrome, the Rainbow’s Daughter, lives in the sky, it is natural that Trot and Button-Bright meet her during their adventures there.This story of Sky Island has astonished me considerably, and I think it will also astonish you. The sky country is certainly a remarkable fairyland, but after reading about it I am sure you will agree with me that our old Mother Earth is a very good place to live upon and that Trot and Button-Bright and Cap’n Bill were fortunate to get back to it again.By the way, one of my little correspondents has suggested that I print my address in this book, so that the children may know where letters will reach me. I am doing this, as you see, and hope that many will write to me and tell me how they like “Sky Island.” My greatest treasures are these letters from my readers and I am always delighted to receive them.L. FRANK BAUM.“OZCOT”at HOLLYWOODin CALIFORNIAA Mysterious Arrival“HELLO,” said the boy.“Hello,” answered Trot, looking up surprised. “Where did you come from?”“Philadelphia,” said he.“Dear me,” said Trot; “you’re a long way from home, then.”“‘Bout as far as I can get, in this country,” the boy replied, gazing out over the water. “Isn’t this the Pacific Ocean?”“Of course.”“Why of course?” he asked.“Because it’s the biggest lot of water in all the world.”“How do you know?”“Cap’n Bill told me,” she said.“Who’s Cap’n Bill?”“An old sailorman who’s a friend of mine. He lives at my house, too — the white house you see over there on the bluff.”“Oh; is that your home?”“Yes,” said Trot, proudly. “Isn’t it pretty?”“It’s pretty small, seems to me,” answered the boy.“But it’s big enough for mother and me, an’ for Cap’n Bill,” said Trot.“Haven’t you any father?”“Yes, ‘ndeed; Cap’n Griffith is my father; but he’s gone, most of the time, sailin’ on his ship. You mus’ be a stranger in these parts, little boy, not to know ‘bout Cap’n Griffith,” she added, looking at her new acquaintance intently.Trot wasn’t very big herself, but the boy was not quite as big as Trot. He was thin, with a rather pale complexion and his blue eyes were round and earnest. He wore a blouse waist, a short jacket and knickerbockers. Under his arm he held an old umbrella that was as tall as he was. Its covering had once been of thick brown cloth, but the color had faded to a dull drab, except in the creases, and Trot thought it looked very old-fashioned and common. The handle, though, was really curious. It was of wood and carved to resemble an elephant’s head. The long trunk of the elephant was curved to make a crook for the handle. The eyes of the beast were small red stones, and it had two tiny tusks of ivory.The boy’s dress was rich and expensive, even to his fine silk stockings and tan shoes; but the umbrella looked old and disreputable.“It isn’t the rainy season now,” remarked Trot, with a smile.The boy glanced at his umbrella and hugged it tighter.“No,” he said; “but umbrellas are good for other things ‘sides rain.”“‘Fraid of gett’n’ sun-struck?” asked Trot.He shook his head, still gazing far out over the water.“I don’t b’lieve this is bigger than any other ocean,” said he. “I can’t see any more of it than I can of the Atlantic.”“You’d find out, if you had to sail across it,” she declared.“When I was in Chicago I saw Lake Michigan,” he went on dreamily, “and it looked just as big as this water does.”“Looks don’t count, with oceans,” she asserted. “Your eyes can only see jus’ so far, whether you’re lookin’ at a pond or a great sea.”“Then it doesn’t make any difference how big an ocean is,” he replied. “What are those buildings over there?” pointing to the right, along the shore of the bay.“That’s the town,” said Trot. “Most of the people earn their living by fishing. The town is half a mile from here an’ my house is almost a half mile the other way; so it’s ‘bout a mile from my house to the town.”The boy sat down beside her on the flat rock.“Do you like girls?” asked Trot, making room for him.“Not very well,” the boy replied. “Some of ’em are pretty good fellows, but not many. The girls with brothers are bossy, an’ the girls without brothers haven’t any ‘go’ to ‘em. But the world’s full o’ both kinds, and so I try to take ’em as they come. They can’t help being girls, of course. Do you like boys?”“When they don’t put on airs, or get rough-house,” replied Trot. “My ‘sperience with boys is that they don’t know much, but think they do.”“That’s true,” he answered. “I don’t like boys much better than I do girls; but some are all right, and — you seem to be one of ‘em.”“Much obliged,” laughed Trot. “You aren’t so bad, either, an’ if we don’t both turn out worse than we seem we ought to be friends.”He nodded, rather absently, and tossed a pebble into the water.“Been to town?” he asked.“Yes. Mother wanted some yarn from the store. She’s knittin’ Cap’n Bill a stocking.”“Doesn’t he wear but one?”“That’s all. Cap’n Bill has one wooden leg,” she explained. “That’s why he don’t sailor any more. I’m glad of it, ‘cause Cap’n Bill knows ev’rything. I s’pose he knows more than anyone else in all the world.”“Whew!” said the boy; “that’s taking a good deal for granted. A one-legged sailor can’t know much.”“Why not?” asked Trot, a little indignantly. “Folks don’t learn things with their legs, do they?”“No; but they can’t get around, without legs, to find out things.”“Cap’n Bill got ‘round lively ‘nough once, when he had two meat legs,” she said. “He’s sailed to ‘most ev’ry country on the earth, an’ found out all that the people in ’em knew, and a lot besides. He was shipwrecked on a desert island, once, and another time a cannibal king tried to boil him for dinner, an’ one day a shark chased him seven leagues through the water, an’—”“What’s a league?” asked the boy.“It’s a — a distance, like a mile is; but a league isn’t a mile, you know.”“What is it, then?”“You’ll have to ask Cap’n Bill; he knows ever’thing.”“Not ever’thing,” objected the boy. “I know some things Cap’n Bill don’t know.”“If you do you’re pretty smart,” said Trot.“No; I’m not smart. Some folks think I’m stupid. I guess I am. But I know a few things that are wonderful. Cap’n Bill may know more’n I do — a good deal more — but I’m sure he can’t know the same things. Say, what’s your name?”“I’m Mayre Griffith; but ever’body calls me ‘Trot.’ It’s a nickname I got when I was a baby, ‘cause I trotted so fast when I walked, an’ it seems to stick. What’s your name?”“Button-Bright.”“How did it happen?”“How did what happen?”“Such a funny name.”The boy scowled a little.“Just like your own nickname happened,” he answered gloomily. “My father once said I was bright as a button, an’ it made ever’body laugh. So they always call me Button-Bright.”“What’s your real name?” she inquired.“Saladin Paracelsus de Lambertine Evagne von Smith.”“Guess I’ll call you Button-Bright,” said Trot, sighing. “The only other thing would be ‘Salad,’ an’ I don’t like salads. Don’t you find it hard work to ‘member all of your name?”“I don’t try to,” he said. “There’s a lot more of it, but I’ve forgotten the rest.”“Thank you,” said Trot. “Oh, here comes Cap’n Bill!” as she glanced over her shoulder.Button-Bright turned also and looked solemnly at the old sailor who came stumping along the path toward them. Cap’n Bill wasn’t a very handsome man. He was old, not very tall, somewhat stout and chubby, with a round face, a bald head and a scraggly fringe of reddish whisker underneath his chin. But his blue eyes were frank and merry and his smile like a ray of sunshine. He wore a sailor shirt with a broad collar, a short peajacket and wide-bottomed sailor trousers, one leg of which covered his wooden limb but did not hide it. As he came “pegging” along the path, as he himself described his hobbling walk, his hands were pushed into his coat pockets, a pipe was in his mouth and his black neckscarf was fluttering behind him in the breeze like a sable banner.Button-Bright liked the sailor’s looks. There was something very winning — something jolly and care-free and honest and sociable — about the ancient seaman that made him everybody’s friend; so the strange boy was glad to meet him.“Well, well, Trot,” he said, coming up, “is this the way you hurry to town?”“No, for I’m on my way back,” said she. “I did hurry when I was going, Cap’n Bill, but on my way home I sat down here to rest an’ watch the gulls — the gulls seem awful busy to-day, Cap’n Bill — an’ then I found this boy.”Cap’n Bill looked at the boy curiously.“Don’t think as ever I sawr him at the village,” he remarked. “Guess as you’re a stranger, my lad.”Button-Bright nodded.“Hain’t walked the nine mile from the railroad station, hev ye?” asked Cap’n Bill.“No,” said Button-Bright.The sailor glanced around him.“Don’t see no waggin, er no autymob’l’,” he added.“No,” said Button-Bright.“Catch a ride wi’ some one?”Button-Bright shook his head.“A boat can’t land here; the rocks is too thick an’ too sharp,” continued Cap’n Bill, peering down toward the foot of the bluff on which they sat and against which the waves broke in foam.“No,” said Button-Bright; “I didn’t come by water.”Trot laughed.“He must ‘a’ dropped from the sky, Cap’n Bill!” she exclaimed.Button-Bright nodded, very seriously.“That’s it,” he said.“Oh; a airship, eh?” cried Cap’n Bill, in surprise. “I’ve hearn tell o’ them sky keeridges; someth’n’ like flyin’ autymob’l’s, ain’t they?”“I don’t know,” said Button-Bright; “I’ve never seen one.”Both Trot and Cap’n Bill now looked at the boy in astonishment.“Now, then, lemme think a minute,” said the sailor, reflectively. “Here’s a riddle for us to guess, Trot. He dropped from the sky, he says, an’ yet he did’nt come in a airship!“‘Riddlecum, riddlecum ree;What can the answer be?’”Trot looked the boy over carefully. She didn’t see any wings on him. The only queer thing about him was his big umbrella.“Oh!” she said suddenly, clapping her hands together; “I know now.”“Do you?” asked Cap’n Bill, doubtfully. “Then you’re some smarter ner I am, mate.”“He sailed down with the umbrel!” she cried. “He used his umbrel as a para — para—”“Shoot,” said Cap’n Bill. “They’re called parashoots, mate; but why, I can’t say. Did you drop down in that way, my lad?” he asked the boy.“Yes,” said Button-Bright; “that was the way.”“But how did you get up there?” asked Trot. “You had to get up in the air before you could drop down, an’ — oh, Cap’n Bill! he says he’s from Phillydelfy, which is a big city way at the other end of America.”“Are you?” asked the sailor, surprised.Button-Bright nodded again.“I ought to tell you my story,” he said, “and then you’d understand. But I’m afraid you won’t believe me, and—” he suddenly broke off and looked toward the white house in the distance— “Didn’t you say you lived over there?” he inquired.“Yes,” said Trot. “Won’t you come home with us?”“I’d like to,” replied Button-Bright.“All right; let’s go, then,” said the girl, jumping up.The three walked silently along the path. The old sailorman had refilled his pipe and lighted it again, and he smoked thoughtfully as he pegged along beside the children.“Know anyone around here?” he asked Button-Bright.“No one but you two,” said the boy, following after Trot, with his umbrella tucked carefully underneath his arm.“And you don’t know us very well,” remarked Cap’n Bill. “Seems to me you’re pretty young to be travelin’ so far from home, an’ among strangers; but I won’t say anything more till we’ve heard your story. Then, if you need my advice, or Trot’s advice — she’s a wise little girl, fer her size, Trot is — we’ll freely give it an’ be glad to help you.”“Thank you,” replied Button-Bright; “I need a lot of things, I’m sure, and p’raps advice is one of ‘em.”The Magic UmbrellaWHEN they reached the neat frame cottage which stood on a high bluff a little back from the sea and was covered with pretty green vines, a woman came to the door to meet them. She seemed motherly and good and when she saw Button-Bright she exclaimed:“Goodness me! who’s this you’ve got, Trot?”“It’s a boy I’ve just found,” explained the girl. “He lives way off in Phillydelphy.”“Mercy sakes alive!” cried Mrs. Griffith, looking into his upturned face; “I don’t believe he’s had a bite to eat since he started. Ain’t you hungry, child?”“Yes,” said Button-Bright.“Run, Trot, an’ get two slices o’ bread-an’-butter,” commanded Mrs. Griffith. “Cut ’em thick, dear, an’ use plenty of butter.”“Sugar on ‘em?” asked Trot, turning to obey.“No,” said Button-Bright, “just bread-an’-butter’s good enough when you’re hungry, and it takes time to spread sugar on.”“We’ll have supper in an hour,” observed Trot’s mother, briskly; “but a hungry child can’t wait a whole hour, I’m sure. What are you grinning at, Cap’n Bill? How dare you laugh when I’m talking? Stop it this minute, you old pirate, or I’ll know the reason why!”“I didn’t, mum,” said Cap’n Bill, meekly, “I on’y—”“Stop right there, sir! How dare you speak when I’m talking?” She turned to Button-Bright and her tone changed to one of much gentleness as she said: “Come in the house, my poor boy, an’ rest yourself. You seem tired out. Here, give me that clumsy umbrella.”“No, please,” said Button-Bright, holding the umbrella tighter.“Then put it in the rack behind the door,” she urged. The boy seemed a little frightened.“I — I’d rather keep it with me, if you please,” he pleaded.“Never mind,” Cap’n Bill ventured to say, “it won’t worry him so much to hold the umbrella, mum, as to let it go. Guess he’s afraid he’ll lose it, but it ain’t any great shakes, to my notion. Why, see here, Butt’n-Bright, we’ve got half-a-dozen umbrels in the closet that’s better ner yours.”“Perhaps,” said the boy. “Yours may look a heap better, sir, but — I’ll keep this one, if you please.”“Where did you get it?” asked Trot, appearing just then with a plate of bread-and-butter.“It — it belongs in our family,” said Button-Bright, beginning to eat and speaking between bites. “This umbrella has been in our family years, an’ years, an’ years. But it was tucked away up in

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