The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
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The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by L. Frank Baum
| ðə prəˈdʒekt ˈɡu:tənbərɡ i:bʊk əv ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz | baɪ el. fræŋk ˈbɒm |
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| ðɪs i:bʊk ɪz fɔ: ðə ˈju:s əv ˈeniwʌn ˈeniweə æt nəʊ kɒst ənd wɪð ˈɔ:lməʊst nəʊ rɪˈstrɪkʃnz ˌwɒtsəʊˈevə |
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| ju meɪ ˈkɒpi ɪt | ɡɪv ɪt əˈweɪ ɔ: ri:-ˈju:z ɪt ˈʌndə ðə tɜ:mz əv ðə prəˈdʒekt ˈɡu:tənbərɡ ˈlaɪsns ɪnˈklu:dɪd wɪð ðɪs i:bʊk ɔ:r ˈɒnˌlaɪn æt ˈdʌblju: ˈdʌblju: ˈdʌblju: dɒt ˈɡu:tənbərɡ net |
Title: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
| ˈtaɪtl | ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz |
Author: L. Frank Baum
| ˈɔ:θə | el. fræŋk ˈbɒm |
Release Date: July 1, 2008 [EBook #55]
| rɪˈli:s deɪt | dʒu:ˈlaɪ wʌn | tu: ˈθaʊznd eɪt [i:bʊk ʃɑ:p ˈfɪfti faɪv] |
Language: English
| ˈlæŋɡwɪdʒ | ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ |
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
| ˈkærəktə set ɪnˈkəʊdɪŋ | iso・eɪt ˈθaʊznd eɪt ˈhʌndrəd ənd ˈfɪfti naɪn・wʌn |
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| stɑ:t əv ðɪs prəˈdʒekt ˈɡu:tənbərɡ i:bʊk ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz |
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
by
L. Frank Baum
| ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz baɪ el. fræŋk ˈbɒm |
Contents
| kənˈtents |
Introduction
| ˌɪntrəˈdʌkʃn |
1. The Cyclone
| ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn |
2. The Council with the Munchkins
| ðə ˈkaʊnsl wɪð ðə -munchkins- |
3. How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
| ˈhaʊ ˈdɒrəθi seɪvd ðə ˈskeəkrəʊ |
4. The Road Through the Forest
| ðə rəʊd θru: ðə ˈfɒrɪst |
5. The Rescue of the Tin Woodman
| ðə ˈreskju: əv ðə ˈtɪn ˈwʊdmən |
6. The Cowardly Lion
| ðə ˈkaʊədli ˈlaɪən |
7. The Journey to the Great Oz
| ðə ˈdʒɜ:ni tə ðə ˈɡreɪt ɒz |
8. The Deadly Poppy Field
| ðə ˈdedli ˈpɒpi fi:ld |
9. The Queen of the Field Mice
| ðə kwi:n əv ðə fi:ld maɪs |
10. The Guardian of the Gates
| ðə ˈɡɑ:dɪən əv ðə ɡeɪts |
11. The Emerald City of Oz
| ði ˈemərəld ˈsɪti əv ɒz |
12. The Search for the Wicked Witch
| ðə sɜ:tʃ fə ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ |
13. The Rescue
| ðə ˈreskju: |
14. The Winged Monkeys
| ðə wɪŋd ˈmʌŋkɪz |
15. The Discovery of Oz, the Terrible
| ðə dɪˈskʌvəri əv ɒz | ðə ˈterəbl |
16. The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
| ðə ˈmædʒɪk ɑ:t əv ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈhʌmbʌɡ |
17. How the Balloon Was Launched
| ˈhaʊ ðə bəˈlu:n wəz lɔ:ntʃt |
18. Away to the South
| əˈweɪ tə ðə saʊθ|
19. Attacked by the Fighting Trees
| əˈtækt baɪ ðə ˈfaɪtɪŋ tri:z |
20. The Dainty China Country
| ðə ˈdeɪnti ˈtʃaɪnə ˈkʌntri |
21. The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
| ðə ˈlaɪən bɪˈkʌmz ðə kɪŋ əv bi:sts |
22. The Country of the Quadlings
| ðə ˈkʌntri əv ðə -quadlings- |
23. Glinda The Good Witch Grants Dorothy's Wish
| -glinda- ðə ɡʊd wɪtʃ ɡrɑ:nts ˈdɔ:əθiz wɪʃ |
24. Home Again
| həʊm əˈɡen |
Introduction
| ˌɪntrəˈdʌkʃn |
Folklore, legends, myths and fairy tales have followed childhood through the ages, for every healthy youngster has a wholesome and instinctive love for stories fantastic, marvelous and manifestly unreal.
| ˈfəʊklɔ: | ˈledʒəndz | mɪθs ənd ˈfeəri teɪlz həv ˈfɒləʊd ˈtʃaɪldhʊd θru: ði ˈeɪdʒɪz | fər ˈevri ˈhelθi ˈjʌŋstə həz ə ˈhəʊlsəm ənd ɪnˈstɪŋktɪv lʌv fə ˈstɔ:rɪz fænˈtæstɪk | ˈmɑ:vələs ənd ˈmænɪfestli ʌnˈrɪəl |
The winged fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than all other human creations.
| ðə wɪŋd ˈfeərɪz əv ɡrimm ənd ˈændəsən həv ˈbrɔ:t mɔ: ˈhæpinəs tə ˈtʃaɪldɪʃ hɑ:ts ðən ɔ:l ˈʌðə ˈhju:mən kri:ˈeɪʃnz |
Yet the old time fairy tale, having served for generations, may now be classed as "historical" in the children's library;
| jet ði əʊld ˈtaɪm ˈfeəri teɪl | ˈhævɪŋ sɜ:vd fə ˌdʒenəˈreɪʃnz | meɪ naʊ bi klɑ:st əz hɪˈstɒrɪkl ɪn ðə ˈtʃɪldrənz ˈlaɪbrəri |
for the time has come for a series of newer "wonder tales" in which the stereotyped genie, dwarf and fairy are eliminated, together with all the horrible and blood-curdling incidents devised by their authors to point a fearsome moral to each tale.
| fə ðə ˈtaɪm həz kʌm fər ə ˈsɪəri:z əv ˈnju:ə ˈwʌndə teɪlz ɪn wɪtʃ ðə ˈsterɪətaɪpt ˈdʒi:ni | dwɔ:f ənd ˈfeəri ər ɪˈlɪmɪneɪtɪd | təˈɡeðə wɪð ɔ:l ðə ˈhɒrəbl ənd ˈblʌdkɜ:dl ɪŋ ˈɪnsɪdənts dɪˈvaɪzd baɪ ðeər ˈɔ:θəz tə pɔɪnt ə ˈfɪəsəm ˈmɒrəl tu i:tʃ teɪl |
Modern education includes morality; therefore the modern child seeks only entertainment in its wonder tales and gladly dispenses with all disagreeable incident.
| ˈmɒdn ˌedʒʊˈkeɪʃn ɪnˈklu:dz məˈrælɪti ˈðeəfɔ: ðə ˈmɒdn tʃaɪld si:ks ˈəʊnli ˌentəˈteɪnmənt ɪn ɪts ˈwʌndə teɪlz ənd ˈɡlædli dɪˈspensɪz wɪð ɔ:l ˌdɪsəˈɡri:əbl ˈɪnsɪdənt |
Having this thought in mind, the story of "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" was written solely to please children of today.
| ˈhævɪŋ ðɪs ˈθɔ:t ɪn maɪnd | ðə ˈstɔ:ri əv ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz wəz ˈrɪtn ˈsəʊli tə pli:z ˈtʃɪldrən əv təˈdeɪ |
It aspires to being a modernized fairy tale, in which the wonderment and joy are retained and the heartaches and nightmares are left out.
| ɪt əˈspaɪəz tə ˈbi:ɪŋ ə ˈmɒdənaɪzd ˈfeəri teɪl | ɪn wɪtʃ ðə ˈwʌndəmənt ənd dʒɔɪ ə rɪˈteɪnd ənd ðə ˈhɑ:teɪks ənd ˈnaɪtmeəz ə left aʊt |
L. Frank Baum, Chicago, April, 1900.
| el fræŋk ˈbɒm | ʃɪˈkɑ:ɡəʊ | ˈeɪprəl | wʌn ˈθaʊznd naɪn ˈhʌndrəd |
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
| ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz |
1. The Cyclone
| wʌn | ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn |
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.
| ˈdɒrəθi lɪvd ɪn ðə mɪdst əv ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈkænzəs ˈpreərɪz | wɪð ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri | hu: wəz ə ˈfɑ:mə | ənd ɑ:nt əm | hu: wəz ðə ˈfɑ:mərz waɪf |
Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles.
| ðeə ˈhaʊs wəz smɔ:l | fə ðə ˈlʌmbə tə bɪld ɪt həd tə bi ˈkærɪd baɪ ˈwæɡən ˈmeni maɪlz |
There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds.
| ðə wə fɔ: wɔ:lz | ə flɔ:r ənd ə ru:f | wɪtʃ meɪd wʌn ru:m | ənd ðɪs ru:m kənˈteɪnd ə ˈrʌsti ˈlʊkɪŋ kʊkstəʊv | ə ˈkʌbəd fə ðə ˈdɪʃɪz | ə ˈteɪbl | θri: ɔ: fɔ: tʃeəz | ənd ðə ˈbedz |
Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner.
| ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri ənd ɑ:nt əm həd ə bɪɡ bed ɪn wʌn ˈkɔ:nə | ənd ˈdɒrəθi ə ˈlɪtl bed ɪn əˈnʌðə ˈkɔ:nə |
There was no garret at all, and no cellar--except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path.
| ðə wəz nəʊ ˈɡærət əˈt ɔ:l | ənd nəʊ ˈselə--ɪkˈsept ə smɔ:l həʊl dʌɡ ɪn ðə ɡraʊnd | kɔ:ld ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ˈselə | weə ðə ˈfæməli kəd ɡəʊ ɪn keɪs wʌn əv ðəʊz ˈɡreɪt ˈwɜ:lwɪndz əˈrəʊz | ˈmaɪti ɪˈnʌf tə krʌʃ ˈeni ˈbɪldɪŋ ɪn ɪts pɑ:θ |
It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.
| ɪt wəz ri:tʃt baɪ ə træp dɔ:r ɪn ðə ˈmɪdl əv ðə flɔ: | frəm wɪtʃ ə ˈlædə led daʊn ˈɪntə ðə smɔ:l | dɑ:k həʊl |
When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side.
| wen ˈdɒrəθi stʊd ɪn ðə ˈdɔ:weɪ ənd lʊkt əˈraʊnd | ʃi kəd si: ˈnʌθɪŋ bət ðə ˈɡreɪt ɡreɪ ˈpreəri ɒn ˈevri saɪd |
Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions.
| nɒt ə tri: nɔ:r ə ˈhaʊs brəʊk ðə brɔ:d swi:p əv flæt ˈkʌntri ðət ri:tʃt tə ði edʒ əv ðə skaɪ ɪn ɔ:l dɪˈrekʃnz |
The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it.
| ðə sʌn həd beɪkt ðə ˈplaʊd lænd ˈɪntə ə ɡreɪ mæs wɪð ˈlɪtl kræks ˈrʌnɪŋ θru: ɪt |
Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere.
| ˈi:vn ðə ɡrɑ:s wəz nɒt ɡri:n | fə ðə sʌn həd bɜ:nd ðə tɒps əv ðə lɒŋ bleɪdz ʌnˈtɪl ˈðeɪ wə ðə seɪm ɡreɪ ˈkʌlər tə bi si:n ˈevrɪweə |
Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else.
| wʌns ðə ˈhaʊs həd bi:n ˈpeɪntɪd | bət ðə sʌn ˈblɪstəd ðə peɪnt ənd ðə reɪnz wɒʃt ɪt əˈweɪ | ənd naʊ ðə ˈhaʊs wəz əz dʌl ənd ɡreɪ əz ˈevrɪθɪŋ els |
When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too.
| wen ɑ:nt əm keɪm ðə tə lɪv ʃi wəz ə jʌŋ | ˈprɪti waɪf | ðə sʌn ənd wɪnd həd tʃeɪndʒd hə | tu: |
They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also.
| ˈðeɪ həd ˈteɪkən ðə ˈspɑːkl frəm hə aɪz ənd left ðəm ə ˈsəʊbə ɡreɪ | ˈðeɪ həd ˈteɪkən ðə red frəm hə tʃiːks ənd lɪps | ənd ˈðeɪ wə ɡreɪ ˈɔːlsəʊ |
She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled now.
| ʃi wəz θɪn ənd ɡɔ:nt | ənd ˈnevə smaɪld naʊ |
When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the child's laughter that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy's merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the little girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at.
| wen ˈdɒrəθi | hu: wəz ən ˈɔ:fn | fɜ:st keɪm tə hə | ɑ:nt əm həd bi:n səʊ ˈstɑ:tld baɪ ðə tʃaɪldz ˈlɑ:ftə ðət ʃi wʊd skri:m ənd pres hə hænd əˈpɒn hə hɑ:t wenˈevə ˈdɔ:əθiz ˈmeri vɔɪs ri:tʃt hər ɪəz | ənd ʃi stɪl lʊkt ət ðə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l wɪð ˈwʌndə ðət ʃi kəd faɪnd ˈeniθɪŋ tə lɑ:f æt |
Uncle Henry never laughed.
| ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri ˈnevə lɑ:ft |
He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was.
| hi wɜ:kt hɑ:d frəm ˈmɔ:nɪŋ tɪl naɪt ənd dɪd nɒt nəʊ wɒt dʒɔɪ wɒz |
He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.
| hi wəz ɡreɪ ˈɔ:lsəʊ frəm ɪz lɒŋ bɪəd tu ɪz rʌf bu:ts | ənd hi lʊkt stɜ:n ənd ˈsɒləm | ənd ˈreəli spəʊk |
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings.
| ɪt wəz ˈtotəʊ ðət meɪd ˈdɒrəθi lɑ:f | ənd seɪvd hə frəm ˈɡrəʊɪŋ əz ɡreɪ əz hər ˈʌðə səˈraʊndɪŋz |
Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.
| ˈtotəʊ wəz nɒt ɡreɪ | hi wəz ə ˈlɪtl blæk dɒɡ | wɪð lɒŋ ˈsɪlki heər ənd smɔ:l blæk aɪz ðət ˈtwɪŋkld ˈmerəli ɒn ˈaɪðə saɪd əv ɪz ˈfʌni | wi: nəʊz |
Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.
| ˈtotəʊ pleɪd ɔ:l deɪ lɒŋ, ənd ˈdɒrəθi pleɪd wɪð ɪm | ənd lʌvd ɪm ˈdɪəli |
Today, however, they were not playing.
| təˈdeɪ | haʊˈevə | ˈðeɪ wə nɒt ˈpleɪɪŋ |
Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual.
| ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri sæt əˈpɒn ðə ˈdɔ:step ənd lʊkt ˈæŋkʃəsli ət ðə skaɪ | wɪtʃ wəz ˈi:vn ˈɡreɪə ðən ˈju:ʒʊəl |
Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too.
| ˈdɒrəθi stʊd ɪn ðə dɔ: wɪð ˈtotəʊ ɪn hər ɑ:mz | ənd lʊkt ət ðə skaɪ tu: |
Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
| ɑ:nt əm wəz ˈwɒʃɪŋ ðə ˈdɪʃɪz |
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.
| frəm ðə fɑ: nɔ:θ ˈðeɪ hɜ:d ə ləʊ weɪl əv ðə wɪnd | ənd ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri ənd ˈdɒrəθi kəd si: weə ðə lɒŋ ɡrɑ:s baʊd ɪn weɪvz bɪˈfɔ: ðə ˈkʌmɪŋ stɔ:m |
There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.
| ðə naʊ keɪm ə ʃɑ:p ˈwɪslɪŋ ɪn ði eə frəm ðə saʊθ | ənd əz ˈðeɪ tɜ:nd ðeər aɪz ðət ˈweɪ ˈðeɪ sɔ: ˈrɪplz ɪn ðə ɡrɑ:s ˈkʌmɪŋ frəm ðət dɪˈrekʃn ˈɔ:lsəʊ |
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
| sʌdnli ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri stʊd ʌp |
"There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his wife.
| ðeəz ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ˈkʌmɪŋ | əm | hi kɔ:ld tu ɪz waɪf |
"I'll go look after the stock." Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
| aɪl ɡəʊ lʊk ˈɑ:ftə ðə stɒk | ðen hi ræn təˈwɔ:d ðə ʃedz weə ðə kaʊz ənd ˈhɔ:sɪz wə kept |
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door.
| ɑ:nt əm drɒpt hə ˈwɜ:k ənd keɪm tə ðə dɔ: |
One glance told her of the danger close at hand.
| wʌn ɡlɑ:ns təʊld hər əv ðə ˈdeɪndʒə kləʊz ət hænd |
"Quick, Dorothy!" she screamed. "Run for the cellar!"
| kwɪk | ˈdɒrəθi | ʃi skri:md | rʌn fə ðə ˈselə |
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him.
| ˈtotəʊ dʒʌmpt aʊt əv ˈdɔ:əθiz ɑ:mz ənd hɪd ˈʌndə ðə bed | ənd ðə ɡɜ:l ˈstɑ:tɪd tə ˈɡet ɪm |
Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole.
| ɑ:nt əm | ˈbædli ˈfraɪtnd | θru: ˈəʊpən ðə træp dɔ:r ɪn ðə flɔ:r ənd klaɪmd daʊn ðə ˈlædər ˈɪntə ðə smɔ:l | dɑ:k həʊl |
Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt.
| ˈdɒrəθi ˈkɔ:t ˈtotəʊ ət lɑ:st ənd ˈstɑ:tɪd tə ˈfɒləʊ hər ɑ:nt |
When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.
| wen ʃi wəz hɑ:fˈweɪ əˈkrɒs ðə ru:m ðə keɪm ə ˈɡreɪt ʃri:k frəm ðə wɪnd | ənd ðə ˈhaʊs ʃʊk səʊ hɑ:d ðət ʃi lɒst hə ˈfʊtɪŋ ənd sæt daʊn sʌdnli əˈpɒn ðə flɔ: |
Then a strange thing happened.
| ðen ə streɪndʒ θɪŋ ˈhæpənd |
The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the air.
| ðə ˈhaʊs wɜ:ld əˈraʊnd tu: ɔ: θri: ˈtaɪmz ənd rəʊz ˈsləʊli θru: ði eə |
Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.
| ˈdɒrəθi felt əz ɪf ʃi wə ˈɡəʊɪŋ ʌp ɪn ə bəˈlu:n |
The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact center of the cyclone.
| ðə nɔ:θ ənd saʊθ wɪndz met weə ðə ˈhaʊs stʊd | ənd meɪd ɪt ði ɪɡˈzækt ˈsentər əv ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn |
In the middle of a cyclone the air is generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the cyclone; and there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.
| ɪn ðə ˈmɪdl əv ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ði eə z ˈdʒenrəli stɪl | bət ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈpreʃər əv ðə wɪnd ɒn ˈevri saɪd əv ðə ˈhaʊs reɪzd ɪt ʌp ˈhaɪər ənd ˈhaɪə | ʌnˈtɪl ɪt wəz ət ðə ˈveri tɒp əv ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn | ənd ðər ɪt rɪˈmeɪnd ənd wəz ˈkærɪd maɪlz ənd maɪlz əˈweɪ əz ˈiːzəli əz ju kəd ˈkæri ə ˈfeðə |
It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy found she was riding quite easily.
| ɪt wəz ˈveri dɑ:k | ənd ðə waɪnd haʊld ˈhɒrəbli əˈraʊnd hə | bət ˈdɒrəθi faʊnd ʃi wəz ˈraɪdɪŋ kwaɪt ˈiːzəli |
After the first few whirls around, and one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle.
| ˈɑ:ftə ðə fɜ:st fju: wɜ:lz əˈraʊnd | ənd wʌn ˈʌðə ˈtaɪm wen ðə ˈhaʊs tɪpt ˈbædli | ʃi felt əz ɪf ʃi wə ˈbi:ɪŋ rɒkt ˈdʒentli | ˈlaɪk ə ˈbeɪbi ɪn ə ˈkreɪdl |
Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what would happen.
| ˈtotəʊ dɪd nɒt ˈlaɪk ɪt | hi ræn əˈbaʊt ðə ru:m | naʊ hɪə | naʊ ðeə | ˈbɑ:kɪŋ ˈlaʊdli | bət ˈdɒrəθi sæt kwaɪt stɪl ɒn ðə flɔ:r ənd ˈweɪtɪd tə si: wɒt wʊd ˈhæpən |
Once Toto got too near the open trap door, and fell in; and at first the little girl thought she had lost him.
| wʌns ˈtotəʊ ˈɡɒt tu: nɪə ði ˈəʊpən træp dɔ: | ənd fel ɪn | ənd ət fɜ:st ðə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l ˈθɔ:t ʃi həd lɒst ɪm |
But soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up so that he could not fall.
| bət su:n ʃi sɔ: wʌn əv ɪz ɪəz ˈstɪkɪŋ ʌp θru: ðə həʊl | fə ðə strɒŋ ˈpreʃər əv ði eə wəz ˈki:pɪŋ ɪm ʌp səʊ ðət hi kəd nɒt fɔ:l |
She crept to the hole, caught Toto by the ear, and dragged him into the room again, afterward closing the trap door so that no more accidents could happen.
| ʃi krept tə ðə həʊl | ˈkɔ:t ˈtotəʊ baɪ ði ɪə | ənd dræɡd ɪm ˈɪntə ðə ru:m əˈɡen | ˈɑ:ftəwəd ˈkləʊzɪŋ ðə træp dɔ: səʊ ðət nəʊ mɔ:r ˈæksɪdənts kəd ˈhæpən |
Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly became deaf.
| ˈaʊər ˈɑ:ftə ˈaʊə pɑ:st əˈweɪ | ənd ˈsləʊli ˈdɒrəθi ˈɡɒt ˈəʊvə hə fraɪt | bət ʃi felt kwaɪt ˈləʊnli | ənd ðə wɪnd ʃri:kt səʊ ˈlaʊdli ɔ:l əˈbaʊt hə ðət ʃi ˈnɪəli bɪˈkeɪm def |
At first she had wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would bring.
| ət fɜ:st ʃi həd ˈwʌndəd ɪf ʃi wʊd bi dæʃt tə ˈpi:sɪz wen ðə ˈhaʊs fel əˈɡen | bət əz ði ˈaʊəz pɑ:st ənd ˈnʌθɪŋ ˈterəbl ˈhæpənd | ʃi stɒpt ˈwʌrɪɪŋ ənd rɪˈzɒlvd tə weɪt ˈkɑ:mli ənd si: wɒt ðə ˈfju:tʃə wʊd brɪŋ |
At last she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down beside her.
| ət lɑ:st ʃi krɔ:ld ˈəʊvə ðə ˈsweɪɪŋ flɔ: tə hə bed | ənd leɪ daʊn əˈpɒn ɪt | ənd ˈtotəʊ ˈfɒləʊd ənd leɪ daʊn bɪˈsaɪd hə |
In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.
| ɪn spaɪt əv ðə ˈsweɪɪŋ əv ðə ˈhaʊs ənd ðə ˈweɪlɪŋ əv ðə wɪnd | ˈdɒrəθi su:n kləʊzd hə aɪz ənd fel fɑ:st əˈsli:p |
2. The Council with the Munchkins
| tu: | ðə ˈkaʊnsl wɪð ðə -munchkins- |
She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt.
| ʃi wəz əˈweɪkənd baɪ ə ʃɒk | səʊ ˈsʌdn ənd sɪˈvɪə ðət ɪf ˈdɒrəθi həd nɒt bi:n ˈlaɪɪŋ ɒn ðə sɒft bed ʃi maɪt əv bi:n hɜ:t |
As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally.
| əz ɪt wɒz | ðə dʒɑ: meɪd hə kætʃ hə breθ ənd ˈwʌndə wɒt həd ˈhæpənd | ənd ˈtotəʊ ˈpʊt ɪz kəʊld ˈlɪtl nəʊz ˈɪntə hə feɪs ənd waɪnd ˈdɪzməli |
Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room.
| ˈdɒrəθi sæt ʌp ənd ˈnəʊtɪst ðət ðə ˈhaʊs wəz nɒt ˈmu:vɪŋ | nɔ: wəz ɪt dɑ:k | fə ðə braɪt ˈsʌnʃaɪn keɪm ɪn ət ðə ˈwɪndəʊ | ˈflʌdɪŋ ðə ˈlɪtl ru:m |
She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.
| ʃi spræŋ frəm hə bed ənd wɪð ˈtotəʊ ət hə hi:lz ræn ənd ˈəʊpənd ðə dɔ: |
The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.
| ðə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l ɡeɪv ə kraɪ əv əˈmeɪzmənt ənd lʊkt əˈbaʊt hə | hə aɪz ˈɡrəʊɪŋ ˈbɪɡər ənd ˈbɪɡər ət ðə ˈwʌndəfəl saɪts ʃi sɔ: |
The cyclone had set the house down very gently--for a cyclone--in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty.
| ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn həd set ðə ˈhaʊs daʊn ˈveri ˈdʒentli fɔ: ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ɪn ðə mɪdst əv ə ˈkʌntri əv ˈmɑ:vələs ˈbju:ti |
There were lovely patches of greensward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits.
| ðə wə ˈlʌvli ˈpætʃɪz əv ˈɡri:nswɔ:d ɔ:l əˈbaʊt | wɪð ˈsteɪtli tri:z ˈbeərɪŋ rɪtʃ ənd ˈlʌʃəs fru:ts |
Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes.
| bæŋks əv ˈɡɔ:dʒəs ˈflaʊəz wər ɒn ˈevri hænd | ənd bɜ:dz wɪð reər ənd ˈbrɪlɪənt ˈplu:mɪdʒ sæŋ ənd ˈflʌtəd ɪn ðə tri:z ənd ˈbʊʃɪz |
A little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on the dry, gray prairies.
| ə ˈlɪtl ˈweɪ ɒf wəz ə smɔ:l brʊk | ˈrʌʃɪŋ ənd ˈspɑ:klɪŋ əˈlɒŋ bɪˈtwi:n ɡri:n bæŋks | ənd ˈmɜ:mərɪŋ ɪn ə vɔɪs ˈveri ˈɡreɪtfəl tu ə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l hu: həd lɪvd səʊ lɒŋ ɒn ðə draɪ | ɡreɪ ˈpreərɪz |
While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen.
| waɪl ʃi stʊd ˈlʊkɪŋ ˈi:ɡəli ət ðə streɪndʒ ənd ˈbju:təfl saɪts | ʃi ˈnəʊtɪst ˈkʌmɪŋ təˈwɔ:d hər ə ɡru:p əv ðə ˈkwɪərɪst ˈpi:pl ʃi həd ˈevə si:n |
They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to; but neither were they very small.
| ˈðeɪ wə nɒt əz bɪɡ əz ðə ɡrəʊn fəʊk ʃi həd ˈɔ:lweɪz bi:n ˈju:st tu: | bət ˈnaɪðə wə ˈðeɪ ˈveri smɔ:l |
In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.
| ɪn fækt | ˈðeɪ si:md əˈbaʊt əz tɔ:l əz ˈdɒrəθi | hu: wəz ə wel-ɡrəʊn tʃaɪld fə hər eɪdʒ | ɔ:lˈðəʊ ˈðeɪ wɜ: | səʊ fɑ:r əz lʊks ɡəʊ | ˈmeni jɜ:z ˈəʊldə |
Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed.
| θri: wə men ənd wʌn ə ˈwʊmən | ənd ɔ:l wər ˈɒdli drest |
They wore round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved.
| ˈðeɪ wɔ: raʊnd hæts ðət rəʊz tu ə smɔ:l pɔɪnt ə fʊt əˈbʌv ðeə hedz | wɪð ˈlɪtl belz əˈraʊnd ðə brɪmz ðət ˈtɪŋkld ˈswi:tli əz ˈðeɪ mu:vd |
The hats of the men were blue; the little woman's hat was white, and she wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders.
| ðə hæts əv ðə men wə blu: | ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmənz hæt wəz waɪt | ənd ʃi wɔ:r ə waɪt ɡaʊn ðət hʌŋ ɪn pli:ts frəm hə ˈʃəʊldəz |
Over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds.
| ˈəʊvər ɪt wə ˈsprɪŋkld ˈlɪtl stɑ:z ðət ˈɡlɪsnd ɪn ðə sʌn ˈlaɪk ˈdaɪəməndz |
The men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops.
| ðə men wə drest ɪn blu: | əv ðə seɪm ʃeɪd əz ðeə hæts | ənd wɔ: wel-ˈpɒlɪʃt bu:ts wɪð ə di:p rəʊl əv blu: ət ðə tɒps |
The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards.
| ðə men | ˈdɒrəθi ˈθɔ:t | wər əˈbaʊt əz əʊld əz ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri | fə tu: əv ðəm həd bɪədz |
But the little woman was doubtless much older.
| bət ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən wəz ˈdaʊtlɪs ˈmʌtʃ ˈəʊldə |
Her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly.
| hə feɪs wəz ˈkʌvəd wɪð ˈrɪŋklz | hə heə wəz ˈnɪəli waɪt | ənd ʃi ˈwɔ:kt ˈrɑ:ðə ˈstɪfli |
When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther.
| wen ði:z ˈpiːpl dru: nɪə ðə ˈhaʊs weə ˈdɒrəθi wəz ˈstændɪŋ ɪn ðə ˈdɔ:weɪ | ˈðeɪ pɔ:zd ənd ˈwɪspəd əˈmʌŋ ðəmˈselvz | əz ɪf əˈfreɪd tə kʌm ˈfɑ:ðə |
But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice:
| bət ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən ˈwɔ:kt ʌp tə ˈdɒrəθi | meɪd ə ləʊ baʊ ənd ˈsed | ɪn ə swi:t vɔɪs |
"You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins. We are so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and for setting our people free from bondage."
| ju ə ˈwelkəm | məʊst ˈnəʊbl ˈsɔ:sərɪs | tə ðə lænd əv ðə -munchkins- | wi ə səʊ ˈɡreɪtfəl tə ju fə ˈhævɪŋ kɪld ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ði i:st | ənd fə ˈsetɪŋ ˈaʊə ˈpi:pl fri: frəm ˈbɒndɪdʒ |
Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder.
| ˈdɒrəθi ˈlɪsnd tə ðɪs spi:tʃ wɪð ˈwʌndə |
What could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the Wicked Witch of the East?
| wɒt kəd ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən ˈpɒsəbli mi:n baɪ ˈkɔ:lɪŋ hər ə ˈsɔ:sərɪs | ənd ˈseɪɪŋ ʃi həd kɪld ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ði i:st |
Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl, who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home; and she had never killed anything in all her life.
| ˈdɒrəθi wəz ən ˈɪnəsnt | ˈhɑ:mləs ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l | hu: həd bi:n ˈkærɪd baɪ ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ˈmeni maɪlz frəm həʊm | ənd ʃi həd ˈnevə kɪld ˈeniθɪŋ ɪn ɔ:l hə laɪf |
But the little woman evidently expected her to answer; so Dorothy said, with hesitation, "You are very kind, but there must be some mistake. I have not killed anything."
| bət ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən ˈevɪdəntli ɪkˈspektɪd hə tu ˈɑ:nsə | səʊ ˈdɒrəθi ˈsed | wɪð ˌhezɪˈteɪʃn | ju ə ˈveri kaɪnd | bət ðə məst bi səm mɪˈsteɪk | ˈaɪ həv nɒt kɪld ˈeniθɪŋ |
"Your house did, anyway," replied the little old woman, with a laugh, "and that is the same thing.
| jə ˈhaʊs dɪd | ˈeniweɪ | rɪˈplaɪd ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən | wɪð ə lɑ:f | ənd ðət s ðə seɪm θɪŋ |
See!" she continued, pointing to the corner of the house.
| si: | ʃi kənˈtɪnju:d | ˈpɔɪntɪŋ tə ðə ˈkɔ:nər əv ðə ˈhaʊs |
"There are her two feet, still sticking out from under a block of wood."
| ðər ə hə tu: fi:t | stɪl ˈstɪkɪŋ aʊt frəm ˈʌndər ə ˈblɒk əv wʊd |
Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright.
| ˈdɒrəθi lʊkt | ənd ɡeɪv ə ˈlɪtl kraɪ əv fraɪt |
There, indeed, just under the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes.
| ðeə | ɪnˈdi:d | dʒəst ˈʌndə ðə ˈkɔ:nər əv ðə ˈɡreɪt bi:m ðə ˈhaʊs ˈrestɪd ɒn | tu: fi:t wə ˈstɪkɪŋ aʊt | ʃɒd ɪn ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z wɪð ˈpɔɪntɪd təʊz |
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay.
| əʊ | dɪə | əʊ | dɪə | kraɪd ˈdɒrəθi | ˈklɑ:spɪŋ hə hændz təˈɡeðər ɪn dɪsˈmeɪ |
"The house must have fallen on her.
| ðə ˈhaʊs məst həv ˈfɔ:lən ɒn hə |
Whatever shall we do?"
| wɒtˈevə ʃə wi du: |
"There is nothing to be done," said the little woman calmly.
| ðə z ˈnʌθɪŋ tə bi dʌn | ˈsed ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən ˈkɑ:mli |
"But who was she?" asked Dorothy.
| bət hu: wəz ʃi | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"She was the Wicked Witch of the East, as I said," answered the little woman.
| ʃi wəz ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ði i:st | əz ˈaɪ ˈsed | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən |
"She has held all the Munchkins in bondage for many years, making them slave for her night and day.
| ʃi həz held ɔ:l ðə -munchkins- ɪn ˈbɒndɪdʒ fə ˈmeni jɜ:z | ˈmeɪkɪŋ ðəm sleɪv fə hə naɪt ənd deɪ |
Now they are all set free, and are grateful to you for the favor."
| naʊ ˈðeɪ ər ɔ:l set fri: | ənd ə ˈɡreɪtfəl tə ju fə ðə ˈfeɪvə |
"Who are the Munchkins?" inquired Dorothy.
| hu: ə ðə -munchkins- | ɪnˈkwaɪəd ˈdɒrəθi |
"They are the people who live in this land of the East where the Wicked Witch ruled."
| ˈðeɪ ə ðə ˈpi:pl hu: lɪv ɪn ðɪs lænd əv ði i:st weə ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ ru:ld |
"Are you a Munchkin?" asked Dorothy.
| ə ju ə -munchkin- | ɑːskt ˈdɒrəθi |
"No, but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North.
| nəʊ | bət ˈaɪ əm ðeə frend | ɔ:lˈðəʊ ˈaɪ lɪv ɪn ðə lænd əv ðə nɔ:θ |
When they saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift messenger to me, and I came at once.
| wen ˈðeɪ sɔ: ðə wɪtʃ əv ði i:st wəz ded ðə -munchkins- sent ə swɪft ˈmesɪndʒə tə mi: | ənd ˈaɪ keɪm ət wʌns |
I am the Witch of the North."
| ˈaɪ əm ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ |
"Oh, gracious!" cried Dorothy. "Are you a real witch?"
| əʊ | ˈɡreɪʃəs | kraɪd ˈdɒrəθi | ə ju ə rɪəl wɪtʃ |
"Yes, indeed," answered the little woman.
| jes | ɪnˈdi:d | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən |
"But I am a good witch, and the people love me.
| bət ˈaɪ əm ə ɡʊd wɪtʃ | ənd ðə ˈpi:pl lʌv mi: |
I am not as powerful as the Wicked Witch was who ruled here, or I should have set the people free myself."
| ˈaɪ əm nɒt əz ˈpaʊəfəl əz ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ wəz hu: ru:ld hɪə | ɔ:r ˈaɪ ʃəd həv set ðə ˈpi:pl fri: maɪˈself |
"But I thought all witches were wicked," said the girl, who was half frightened at facing a real witch.
| bət ˈaɪ ˈθɔ:t ɔ:l ˈwɪtʃɪz wə ˈwɪkɪd | ˈsed ðə ɡɜ:l | hu: wəz hɑ:f ˈfraɪtnd ət ˈfeɪsɪŋ ə rɪəl wɪtʃ |
"Oh, no, that is a great mistake.
| əʊ | nəʊ | ðət s ə ˈɡreɪt mɪˈsteɪk |
There were only four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and the South, are good witches.
| ðə wər ˈəʊnli fɔ: ˈwɪtʃɪz ɪn ɔ:l ðə lænd əv ɒz | ənd tu: əv ðəm | ðəʊz hu: lɪv ɪn ðə nɔ:θ ənd ðə saʊθ | ə ɡʊd ˈwɪtʃɪz |
I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken.
| ˈaɪ nəʊ ðɪs ɪz tru: | fə ˈaɪ əm wʌn əv ðəm maɪˈself | ənd ˈkænət bi mɪˈsteɪkən |
Those who dwelt in the East and the West were, indeed, wicked witches; but now that you have killed one of them, there is but one Wicked Witch in all the Land of Oz--the one who lives in the West."
| ðəʊz hu: dwelt ɪn ði i:st ənd ðə west wɜ: | ɪnˈdi:d | ˈwɪkɪd ˈwɪtʃɪz | bət naʊ ðət ju həv kɪld wʌn əv ðəm | ðə z bət wʌn ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ ɪn ɔ:l ðə lænd əv ɒz ðə wʌn hu: lɪvz ɪn ðə west |
"But," said Dorothy, after a moment's thought, "Aunt Em has told me that the witches were all dead--years and years ago."
| bʌt | ˈsed ˈdɒrəθi | ˈɑ:ftər ə ˈməʊmənts ˈθɔ:t | ɑːnt əm həz təʊld mi: ðət ðə ˈwɪtʃɪz wər ɔ:l ded jɜ:z ənd jɜ:z əˈɡəʊ |
"Who is Aunt Em?" inquired the little old woman.
| hu: z ɑ:nt əm | ɪnˈkwaɪəd ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən |
"She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came from."
| ʃi z maɪ ɑ:nt hu: lɪvz ɪn ˈkænzəs | weər ˈaɪ keɪm frɒm |
The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, with her head bowed and her eyes upon the ground.
| ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ si:md tə θɪŋk fər ə ˈtaɪm | wɪð hə hed baʊd ənd hə aɪz əˈpɒn ðə ɡraʊnd |
Then she looked up and said, "I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before.
| ðen ʃi lʊkt ʌp ənd ˈsed | ˈaɪ də nɒt nəʊ weə ˈkænzəs ɪz | fə ˈaɪ həv ˈnevə hɜ:d ðət ˈkʌntri ˈmenʃnd bɪˈfɔ: |
But tell me, is it a civilized country?"
| bət tel mi: | ɪz ɪt ə ˈsɪvɪlaɪzd ˈkʌntri |
"Oh, yes," replied Dorothy.
| əʊ | jes | rɪˈplaɪd ˈdɒrəθi |
"Then that accounts for it.
| ðen ðət əˈkaʊnts fər ɪt |
In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians.
| ɪn ðə ˈsɪvɪlaɪzd ˈkʌntrɪz ˈaɪ bɪˈli:v ðər ə nəʊ ˈwɪtʃɪz left | nɔ: ˈwɪzədz | nɔ: ˈsɔ:sərɪsɪz | nɔ: məˈdʒɪʃnz |
But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world.
| bʌt | ju si: | ðə lænd əv ɒz həz ˈnevə bi:n ˈsɪvɪlaɪzd | fə wi ə kʌt ɒf frəm ɔ:l ðə rest əv ðə wɜ:ld |
Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us."
| ˈðeəfɔ: wi stɪl həv ˈwɪtʃɪz ənd ˈwɪzədz əˈmʌŋst əz |
"Who are the wizards?" asked Dorothy.
| hu: ə ðə ˈwɪzədz | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"Oz himself is the Great Wizard," answered the Witch, sinking her voice to a whisper.
| ɒz hɪmˈself s ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈwɪzəd | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə wɪtʃ | ˈsɪŋkɪŋ hə vɔɪs tu ə ˈwɪspə |
"He is more powerful than all the rest of us together.
| hi z mɔ: ˈpaʊəfəl ðən ɔ:l ðə rest əv əz təˈɡeðə |
He lives in the City of Emeralds."
| hi lɪvz ɪn ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz |
Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then the Munchkins, who had been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the house where the Wicked Witch had been lying.
| ˈdɒrəθi wəz ˈɡəʊɪŋ tu ɑ:sk əˈnʌðə ˈkwestʃən | bət dʒəst ðen ðə -munchkins- | hu: həd bi:n ˈstændɪŋ ˈsaɪləntli baɪ | ɡeɪv ə laʊd ʃaʊt ənd ˈpɔɪntɪd tə ðə ˈkɔ:nər əv ðə ˈhaʊs weə ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ həd bi:n ˈlaɪɪŋ |
"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh.
| wɒt s ɪt | ɑ:skt ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən | ənd lʊkt | ənd bɪˈɡæn tə lɑ:f |
The feet of the dead Witch had disappeared entirely, and nothing was left but the silver shoes.
| ðə fi:t əv ðə ded wɪtʃ həd ˌdɪsəˈpɪəd ɪnˈtaɪəli | ənd ˈnʌθɪŋ wəz left bət ðə ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z |
"She was so old," explained the Witch of the North, "that she dried up quickly in the sun.
| ʃi wəz səʊ əʊld | ɪkˈspleɪnd ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ | ðət ʃi draɪd ʌp ˈkwɪkli ɪn ðə sʌn |
That is the end of her.
| ðət s ði end əv hə |
But the silver shoes are yours, and you shall have them to wear."
| bət ðə ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z ə jɔ:z | ənd ju ʃə həv ðəm tə weə |
She reached down and picked up the shoes, and after shaking the dust out of them handed them to Dorothy.
| ʃi ri:tʃt daʊn ənd pɪkt ʌp ðə ʃu:z | ənd ˈɑ:ftə ˈʃeɪkɪŋ ðə dʌst aʊt əv ðəm ˈhændɪd ðəm tə ˈdɒrəθi |
"The Witch of the East was proud of those silver shoes," said one of the Munchkins, "and there is some charm connected with them; but what it is we never knew."
| ðə wɪtʃ əv ði i:st wəz praʊd əv ðəʊz ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z | ˈsed wʌn əv ðə -munchkins- | ənd ðə z səm tʃɑ:m kəˈnektɪd wɪð ðəm | bət wɒt ɪt s wi ˈnevə nju: |
Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table.
| ˈdɒrəθi ˈkærɪd ðə ʃu:z ˈɪntə ðə ˈhaʊs ənd ˈpleɪst ðəm ɒn ðə ˈteɪbl |
Then she came out again to the Munchkins and said:
| ðen ʃi keɪm aʊt əˈɡen tə ðə -munchkins- ənd ˈsed |
"I am anxious to get back to my aunt and uncle, for I am sure they will worry about me.
| ˈaɪ əm ˈæŋkʃəs tə ˈɡet bæk tə maɪ ɑ:nt ənd ˈʌŋkl | fə ˈaɪ əm ʃʊə ˈðeɪ wl ˈwʌri əˈbaʊt mi: |
Can you help me find my way?"
| kən ju help mi: faɪnd maɪ ˈweɪ |
The Munchkins and the Witch first looked at one another, and then at Dorothy, and then shook their heads.
| ðə -munchkins- ənd ðə wɪtʃ fɜ:st lʊkt ət wʌn əˈnʌðə | ənd ðen ət ˈdɒrəθi | ənd ðen ʃʊk ðeə hedz |
"At the East, not far from here," said one, "there is a great desert, and none could live to cross it."
| ət ði i:st | nɒt fɑ: frəm hɪə | ˈsed wʌn | ðə z ə ˈɡreɪt dɪˈzɜ:t | ənd nʌn kəd laɪv tə krɒs ɪt |
"It is the same at the South," said another, "for I have been there and seen it.
| ɪt s ðə seɪm ət ðə saʊθ | ˈsed əˈnʌðə | fə ˈaɪ həv bi:n ðər ənd si:n ɪt |
The South is the country of the Quadlings."
| ðə saʊθ s ðə ˈkʌntri əv ðə -quadlings- |
"I am told," said the third man, "that it is the same at the West.
| ˈaɪ əm təʊld | ˈsed ðə θɜ:d mæn | ðət ɪt s ðə seɪm ət ðə west |
And that country, where the Winkies live, is ruled by the Wicked Witch of the West, who would make you her slave if you passed her way."
| ənd ðət ˈkʌntri | weə ðə -winkies- laɪv | ɪz ru:ld baɪ ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ðə west | hu: wʊd meɪk ju hə sleɪv ɪf ju pɑ:st hə ˈweɪ |
"The North is my home," said the old lady, "and at its edge is the same great desert that surrounds this Land of Oz.
| ðə nɔ:θ s maɪ həʊm | ˈsed ði əʊld ˈleɪdi | ənd ət ɪts edʒ ɪz ðə seɪm ˈɡreɪt dɪˈzɜ:t ðət səˈraʊndz ðɪs lænd əv ɒz |
I'm afraid, my dear, you will have to live with us."
| aɪm əˈfreɪd | maɪ dɪə | ju wl həv tə lɪv wɪð əz |
Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt lonely among all these strange people.
| ˈdɒrəθi bɪˈɡæn tə sɒb ət ðɪs | fə ʃi felt ˈləʊnli əˈmʌŋ ɔ:l ðiːz streɪndʒ ˈpi:pl |
Her tears seemed to grieve the kind-hearted Munchkins, for they immediately took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also.
| hə ˈtɪəz si:md tə ˈɡri:v ðə kaɪnd ˈhɑ:tɪd -munchkins- | fə ˈðeɪ ɪˈmi:dɪətli tʊk aʊt ðeə ˈhæŋkətʃɪfs ənd bɪˈɡæn tə wi:p ˈɔ:lsəʊ |
As for the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced the point on the end of her nose, while she counted "One, two, three" in a solemn voice.
| əz fə ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən | ʃi tʊk ɒf hə kæp ənd ˈbælənst ðə pɔɪnt ɒn ði end əv hə nəʊz | waɪl ʃi ˈkaʊntɪd wʌn | tu: | θri: ɪn ə ˈsɒləm vɔɪs |
At once the cap changed to a slate, on which was written in big, white chalk marks:
| ət wʌns ðə kæp tʃeɪndʒd tu ə sleɪt | ɒn wɪtʃ wəz ˈrɪtn ɪn bɪɡ | waɪt tʃɔ:k mɑ:ks |
"LET DOROTHY GO TO THE CITY OF EMERALDS"
| let ˈdɒrəθi ɡəʊ tə ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz |
The little old woman took the slate from her nose, and having read the words on it, asked, "Is your name Dorothy, my dear?"
| ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən tʊk ðə sleɪt frəm hə nəʊz | ənd ˈhævɪŋ ri:d ðə ˈwɜ:dz ɒn ɪt | ɑ:skt | ɪz jə ˈneɪm ˈdɒrəθi | maɪ dɪə |
"Yes," answered the child, looking up and drying her tears.
| jes | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə tʃaɪld | ˈlʊkɪŋ ʌp ənd ˈdraɪɪŋ hə ˈtɪəz |
"Then you must go to the City of Emeralds.
| ðen ju məst ɡəʊ tə ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz |
Perhaps Oz will help you."
| pəˈhæps ɒz wl help ju |
"Where is this city?" asked Dorothy.
| weə z ðɪs ˈsɪti | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"It is exactly in the center of the country, and is ruled by Oz, the Great Wizard I told you of."
| ɪt s ɪɡˈzæktli ɪn ðə ˈsentər əv ðə ˈkʌntri | ənd z ru:ld baɪ ɒz | ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈwɪzəd ˈaɪ təʊld ju ɒv |
"Is he a good man?" inquired the girl anxiously.
| ɪz hi ə ɡʊd mæn | ɪnˈkwaɪəd ðə ɡɜ:l ˈæŋkʃəsli |
"He is a good Wizard. Whether he is a man or not I cannot tell, for I have never seen him."
| hi z ə ɡʊd ˈwɪzəd | ˈweðə hi z ə mæn ɔ: nɒt ˈaɪ ˈkænət tel | fə ˈaɪ həv ˈnevə si:n ɪm |
"How can I get there?" asked Dorothy.
| ˈhaʊ kən ˈaɪ ˈɡet ðeə | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"You must walk. It is a long journey, through a country that is sometimes pleasant and sometimes dark and terrible. However, I will use all the magic arts I know of to keep you from harm."
| ju məst wɔ:k | ɪt s ə lɒŋ ˈdʒɜ:ni | θru: ə ˈkʌntri ðət s ˈsʌmtaɪmz ˈpleznt ənd ˈsʌmtaɪmz dɑ:k ənd ˈterəbl | haʊˈevə | ˈaɪ wl ˈju:z ɔ:l ðə ˈmædʒɪk ɑ:ts ˈaɪ nəʊ əv tə ki:p ju frəm hɑ:m |
"Won't you go with me?" pleaded the girl, who had begun to look upon the little old woman as her only friend.
| wəʊnt ju ɡəʊ wɪð mi: | ˈpli:dɪd ðə ɡɜ:l | hu: həd bɪˈɡʌn tə lʊk əˈpɒn ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən əz hər ˈəʊnli frend |
"No, I cannot do that," she replied, "but I will give you my kiss, and no one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of the North."
| nəʊ | ˈaɪ ˈkænət də ðæt | ʃi rɪˈplaɪd | bət ˈaɪ wl ɡɪv ju maɪ kɪs | ənd nəʊ wʌn wl deər ˈɪndʒər ə ˈpɜ:sn hu: həz bi:n kɪst baɪ ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ |
She came close to Dorothy and kissed her gently on the forehead. Where her lips touched the girl they left a round, shining mark, as Dorothy found out soon after.
| ʃi keɪm kləʊs tə ˈdɒrəθi ənd kɪst hə ˈdʒentli ɒn ðə ˈfɒrɪd | weə hə lɪps tʌtʃt ðə ɡɜ:l ˈðeɪ left ə raʊnd | ˈʃaɪnɪŋ mɑ:k | əz ˈdɒrəθi faʊnd aʊt su:n ˈɑ:ftə |
"The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick," said the Witch, "so you cannot miss it. When you get to Oz do not be afraid of him, but tell your story and ask him to help you. Good-bye, my dear."
| ðə rəʊd tə ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz ɪz peɪvd wɪð ˈjeləʊ brɪk | ˈsed ðə wɪtʃ | səʊ ju ˈkænət mɪs ɪt | wen ju ˈɡet tu ɒz də nɒt bi əˈfreɪd əv ɪm | bət tel jə ˈstɔ:ri ənd ɑ:sk ɪm tə help ju | ɡʊdˈbaɪ | maɪ dɪə |
The three Munchkins bowed low to her and wished her a pleasant journey, after which they walked away through the trees. The Witch gave Dorothy a friendly little nod, whirled around on her left heel three times, and straightway disappeared, much to the surprise of little Toto, who barked after her loudly enough when she had gone, because he had been afraid even to growl while she stood by.
| ðə θri: -munchkins- baʊd ləʊ tə hər ənd wɪʃt hər ə ˈpleznt ˈdʒɜ:ni | ˈɑ:ftə wɪtʃ ˈðeɪ ˈwɔ:kt əˈweɪ θru: ðə tri:z | ðə wɪtʃ ɡeɪv ˈdɒrəθi ə ˈfrendli ˈlɪtl nɒd | wɜ:ld əˈraʊnd ɒn hə left hi:l θri: ˈtaɪmz | ənd ˌstreɪtˈweɪ ˌdɪsəˈpɪəd | ˈmʌtʃ tə ðə səˈpraɪz əv ˈlɪtl ˈtotəʊ | hu: bɑ:kt ˈɑ:ftə hə ˈlaʊdli ɪˈnʌf wen ʃi həd ɡɒn | bɪˈkɒz hi həd bi:n əˈfreɪd ˈi:vn tə ɡraʊl waɪl ʃi stʊd baɪ |
But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear in just that way, and was not surprised in the least.
| bət ˈdɒrəθi | ˈnəʊɪŋ hə tə bi ə wɪtʃ | həd ɪkˈspektɪd hə tə ˌdɪsəˈpɪər ɪn dʒəst ðət ˈweɪ | ənd wəz nɒt səˈpraɪzd ɪn ðə li:st |
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Title: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
| ˈtaɪtl | ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz |
Author: L. Frank Baum
| ˈɔ:θə | el. fræŋk ˈbɒm |
Release Date: July 1, 2008 [EBook #55]
| rɪˈli:s deɪt | dʒu:ˈlaɪ wʌn | tu: ˈθaʊznd eɪt [i:bʊk ʃɑ:p ˈfɪfti faɪv] |
Language: English
| ˈlæŋɡwɪdʒ | ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ |
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| ˈkærəktə set ɪnˈkəʊdɪŋ | iso・eɪt ˈθaʊznd eɪt ˈhʌndrəd ənd ˈfɪfti naɪn・wʌn |
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| stɑ:t əv ðɪs prəˈdʒekt ˈɡu:tənbərɡ i:bʊk ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz |
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
by
L. Frank Baum
| ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz baɪ el. fræŋk ˈbɒm |
Contents
| kənˈtents |
Introduction
| ˌɪntrəˈdʌkʃn |
1. The Cyclone
| ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn |
2. The Council with the Munchkins
| ðə ˈkaʊnsl wɪð ðə -munchkins- |
3. How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
| ˈhaʊ ˈdɒrəθi seɪvd ðə ˈskeəkrəʊ |
4. The Road Through the Forest
| ðə rəʊd θru: ðə ˈfɒrɪst |
5. The Rescue of the Tin Woodman
| ðə ˈreskju: əv ðə ˈtɪn ˈwʊdmən |
6. The Cowardly Lion
| ðə ˈkaʊədli ˈlaɪən |
7. The Journey to the Great Oz
| ðə ˈdʒɜ:ni tə ðə ˈɡreɪt ɒz |
8. The Deadly Poppy Field
| ðə ˈdedli ˈpɒpi fi:ld |
9. The Queen of the Field Mice
| ðə kwi:n əv ðə fi:ld maɪs |
10. The Guardian of the Gates
| ðə ˈɡɑ:dɪən əv ðə ɡeɪts |
11. The Emerald City of Oz
| ði ˈemərəld ˈsɪti əv ɒz |
12. The Search for the Wicked Witch
| ðə sɜ:tʃ fə ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ |
13. The Rescue
| ðə ˈreskju: |
14. The Winged Monkeys
| ðə wɪŋd ˈmʌŋkɪz |
15. The Discovery of Oz, the Terrible
| ðə dɪˈskʌvəri əv ɒz | ðə ˈterəbl |
16. The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
| ðə ˈmædʒɪk ɑ:t əv ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈhʌmbʌɡ |
17. How the Balloon Was Launched
| ˈhaʊ ðə bəˈlu:n wəz lɔ:ntʃt |
18. Away to the South
| əˈweɪ tə ðə saʊθ|
19. Attacked by the Fighting Trees
| əˈtækt baɪ ðə ˈfaɪtɪŋ tri:z |
20. The Dainty China Country
| ðə ˈdeɪnti ˈtʃaɪnə ˈkʌntri |
21. The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
| ðə ˈlaɪən bɪˈkʌmz ðə kɪŋ əv bi:sts |
22. The Country of the Quadlings
| ðə ˈkʌntri əv ðə -quadlings- |
23. Glinda The Good Witch Grants Dorothy's Wish
| -glinda- ðə ɡʊd wɪtʃ ɡrɑ:nts ˈdɔ:əθiz wɪʃ |
24. Home Again
| həʊm əˈɡen |
Introduction
| ˌɪntrəˈdʌkʃn |
Folklore, legends, myths and fairy tales have followed childhood through the ages, for every healthy youngster has a wholesome and instinctive love for stories fantastic, marvelous and manifestly unreal.
| ˈfəʊklɔ: | ˈledʒəndz | mɪθs ənd ˈfeəri teɪlz həv ˈfɒləʊd ˈtʃaɪldhʊd θru: ði ˈeɪdʒɪz | fər ˈevri ˈhelθi ˈjʌŋstə həz ə ˈhəʊlsəm ənd ɪnˈstɪŋktɪv lʌv fə ˈstɔ:rɪz fænˈtæstɪk | ˈmɑ:vələs ənd ˈmænɪfestli ʌnˈrɪəl |
The winged fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than all other human creations.
| ðə wɪŋd ˈfeərɪz əv ɡrimm ənd ˈændəsən həv ˈbrɔ:t mɔ: ˈhæpinəs tə ˈtʃaɪldɪʃ hɑ:ts ðən ɔ:l ˈʌðə ˈhju:mən kri:ˈeɪʃnz |
Yet the old time fairy tale, having served for generations, may now be classed as "historical" in the children's library;
| jet ði əʊld ˈtaɪm ˈfeəri teɪl | ˈhævɪŋ sɜ:vd fə ˌdʒenəˈreɪʃnz | meɪ naʊ bi klɑ:st əz hɪˈstɒrɪkl ɪn ðə ˈtʃɪldrənz ˈlaɪbrəri |
for the time has come for a series of newer "wonder tales" in which the stereotyped genie, dwarf and fairy are eliminated, together with all the horrible and blood-curdling incidents devised by their authors to point a fearsome moral to each tale.
| fə ðə ˈtaɪm həz kʌm fər ə ˈsɪəri:z əv ˈnju:ə ˈwʌndə teɪlz ɪn wɪtʃ ðə ˈsterɪətaɪpt ˈdʒi:ni | dwɔ:f ənd ˈfeəri ər ɪˈlɪmɪneɪtɪd | təˈɡeðə wɪð ɔ:l ðə ˈhɒrəbl ənd ˈblʌdkɜ:dl ɪŋ ˈɪnsɪdənts dɪˈvaɪzd baɪ ðeər ˈɔ:θəz tə pɔɪnt ə ˈfɪəsəm ˈmɒrəl tu i:tʃ teɪl |
Modern education includes morality; therefore the modern child seeks only entertainment in its wonder tales and gladly dispenses with all disagreeable incident.
| ˈmɒdn ˌedʒʊˈkeɪʃn ɪnˈklu:dz məˈrælɪti ˈðeəfɔ: ðə ˈmɒdn tʃaɪld si:ks ˈəʊnli ˌentəˈteɪnmənt ɪn ɪts ˈwʌndə teɪlz ənd ˈɡlædli dɪˈspensɪz wɪð ɔ:l ˌdɪsəˈɡri:əbl ˈɪnsɪdənt |
Having this thought in mind, the story of "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" was written solely to please children of today.
| ˈhævɪŋ ðɪs ˈθɔ:t ɪn maɪnd | ðə ˈstɔ:ri əv ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz wəz ˈrɪtn ˈsəʊli tə pli:z ˈtʃɪldrən əv təˈdeɪ |
It aspires to being a modernized fairy tale, in which the wonderment and joy are retained and the heartaches and nightmares are left out.
| ɪt əˈspaɪəz tə ˈbi:ɪŋ ə ˈmɒdənaɪzd ˈfeəri teɪl | ɪn wɪtʃ ðə ˈwʌndəmənt ənd dʒɔɪ ə rɪˈteɪnd ənd ðə ˈhɑ:teɪks ənd ˈnaɪtmeəz ə left aʊt |
L. Frank Baum, Chicago, April, 1900.
| el fræŋk ˈbɒm | ʃɪˈkɑ:ɡəʊ | ˈeɪprəl | wʌn ˈθaʊznd naɪn ˈhʌndrəd |
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
| ðə ˈwʌndəfəl ˈwɪzəd əv ɒz |
1. The Cyclone
| wʌn | ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn |
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.
| ˈdɒrəθi lɪvd ɪn ðə mɪdst əv ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈkænzəs ˈpreərɪz | wɪð ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri | hu: wəz ə ˈfɑ:mə | ənd ɑ:nt əm | hu: wəz ðə ˈfɑ:mərz waɪf |
Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles.
| ðeə ˈhaʊs wəz smɔ:l | fə ðə ˈlʌmbə tə bɪld ɪt həd tə bi ˈkærɪd baɪ ˈwæɡən ˈmeni maɪlz |
There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds.
| ðə wə fɔ: wɔ:lz | ə flɔ:r ənd ə ru:f | wɪtʃ meɪd wʌn ru:m | ənd ðɪs ru:m kənˈteɪnd ə ˈrʌsti ˈlʊkɪŋ kʊkstəʊv | ə ˈkʌbəd fə ðə ˈdɪʃɪz | ə ˈteɪbl | θri: ɔ: fɔ: tʃeəz | ənd ðə ˈbedz |
Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner.
| ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri ənd ɑ:nt əm həd ə bɪɡ bed ɪn wʌn ˈkɔ:nə | ənd ˈdɒrəθi ə ˈlɪtl bed ɪn əˈnʌðə ˈkɔ:nə |
There was no garret at all, and no cellar--except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path.
| ðə wəz nəʊ ˈɡærət əˈt ɔ:l | ənd nəʊ ˈselə--ɪkˈsept ə smɔ:l həʊl dʌɡ ɪn ðə ɡraʊnd | kɔ:ld ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ˈselə | weə ðə ˈfæməli kəd ɡəʊ ɪn keɪs wʌn əv ðəʊz ˈɡreɪt ˈwɜ:lwɪndz əˈrəʊz | ˈmaɪti ɪˈnʌf tə krʌʃ ˈeni ˈbɪldɪŋ ɪn ɪts pɑ:θ |
It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.
| ɪt wəz ri:tʃt baɪ ə træp dɔ:r ɪn ðə ˈmɪdl əv ðə flɔ: | frəm wɪtʃ ə ˈlædə led daʊn ˈɪntə ðə smɔ:l | dɑ:k həʊl |
When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side.
| wen ˈdɒrəθi stʊd ɪn ðə ˈdɔ:weɪ ənd lʊkt əˈraʊnd | ʃi kəd si: ˈnʌθɪŋ bət ðə ˈɡreɪt ɡreɪ ˈpreəri ɒn ˈevri saɪd |
Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions.
| nɒt ə tri: nɔ:r ə ˈhaʊs brəʊk ðə brɔ:d swi:p əv flæt ˈkʌntri ðət ri:tʃt tə ði edʒ əv ðə skaɪ ɪn ɔ:l dɪˈrekʃnz |
The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it.
| ðə sʌn həd beɪkt ðə ˈplaʊd lænd ˈɪntə ə ɡreɪ mæs wɪð ˈlɪtl kræks ˈrʌnɪŋ θru: ɪt |
Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere.
| ˈi:vn ðə ɡrɑ:s wəz nɒt ɡri:n | fə ðə sʌn həd bɜ:nd ðə tɒps əv ðə lɒŋ bleɪdz ʌnˈtɪl ˈðeɪ wə ðə seɪm ɡreɪ ˈkʌlər tə bi si:n ˈevrɪweə |
Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else.
| wʌns ðə ˈhaʊs həd bi:n ˈpeɪntɪd | bət ðə sʌn ˈblɪstəd ðə peɪnt ənd ðə reɪnz wɒʃt ɪt əˈweɪ | ənd naʊ ðə ˈhaʊs wəz əz dʌl ənd ɡreɪ əz ˈevrɪθɪŋ els |
When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too.
| wen ɑ:nt əm keɪm ðə tə lɪv ʃi wəz ə jʌŋ | ˈprɪti waɪf | ðə sʌn ənd wɪnd həd tʃeɪndʒd hə | tu: |
They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also.
| ˈðeɪ həd ˈteɪkən ðə ˈspɑːkl frəm hə aɪz ənd left ðəm ə ˈsəʊbə ɡreɪ | ˈðeɪ həd ˈteɪkən ðə red frəm hə tʃiːks ənd lɪps | ənd ˈðeɪ wə ɡreɪ ˈɔːlsəʊ |
She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled now.
| ʃi wəz θɪn ənd ɡɔ:nt | ənd ˈnevə smaɪld naʊ |
When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the child's laughter that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy's merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the little girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at.
| wen ˈdɒrəθi | hu: wəz ən ˈɔ:fn | fɜ:st keɪm tə hə | ɑ:nt əm həd bi:n səʊ ˈstɑ:tld baɪ ðə tʃaɪldz ˈlɑ:ftə ðət ʃi wʊd skri:m ənd pres hə hænd əˈpɒn hə hɑ:t wenˈevə ˈdɔ:əθiz ˈmeri vɔɪs ri:tʃt hər ɪəz | ənd ʃi stɪl lʊkt ət ðə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l wɪð ˈwʌndə ðət ʃi kəd faɪnd ˈeniθɪŋ tə lɑ:f æt |
Uncle Henry never laughed.
| ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri ˈnevə lɑ:ft |
He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was.
| hi wɜ:kt hɑ:d frəm ˈmɔ:nɪŋ tɪl naɪt ənd dɪd nɒt nəʊ wɒt dʒɔɪ wɒz |
He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.
| hi wəz ɡreɪ ˈɔ:lsəʊ frəm ɪz lɒŋ bɪəd tu ɪz rʌf bu:ts | ənd hi lʊkt stɜ:n ənd ˈsɒləm | ənd ˈreəli spəʊk |
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings.
| ɪt wəz ˈtotəʊ ðət meɪd ˈdɒrəθi lɑ:f | ənd seɪvd hə frəm ˈɡrəʊɪŋ əz ɡreɪ əz hər ˈʌðə səˈraʊndɪŋz |
Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.
| ˈtotəʊ wəz nɒt ɡreɪ | hi wəz ə ˈlɪtl blæk dɒɡ | wɪð lɒŋ ˈsɪlki heər ənd smɔ:l blæk aɪz ðət ˈtwɪŋkld ˈmerəli ɒn ˈaɪðə saɪd əv ɪz ˈfʌni | wi: nəʊz |
Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.
| ˈtotəʊ pleɪd ɔ:l deɪ lɒŋ, ənd ˈdɒrəθi pleɪd wɪð ɪm | ənd lʌvd ɪm ˈdɪəli |
Today, however, they were not playing.
| təˈdeɪ | haʊˈevə | ˈðeɪ wə nɒt ˈpleɪɪŋ |
Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual.
| ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri sæt əˈpɒn ðə ˈdɔ:step ənd lʊkt ˈæŋkʃəsli ət ðə skaɪ | wɪtʃ wəz ˈi:vn ˈɡreɪə ðən ˈju:ʒʊəl |
Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too.
| ˈdɒrəθi stʊd ɪn ðə dɔ: wɪð ˈtotəʊ ɪn hər ɑ:mz | ənd lʊkt ət ðə skaɪ tu: |
Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
| ɑ:nt əm wəz ˈwɒʃɪŋ ðə ˈdɪʃɪz |
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.
| frəm ðə fɑ: nɔ:θ ˈðeɪ hɜ:d ə ləʊ weɪl əv ðə wɪnd | ənd ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri ənd ˈdɒrəθi kəd si: weə ðə lɒŋ ɡrɑ:s baʊd ɪn weɪvz bɪˈfɔ: ðə ˈkʌmɪŋ stɔ:m |
There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.
| ðə naʊ keɪm ə ʃɑ:p ˈwɪslɪŋ ɪn ði eə frəm ðə saʊθ | ənd əz ˈðeɪ tɜ:nd ðeər aɪz ðət ˈweɪ ˈðeɪ sɔ: ˈrɪplz ɪn ðə ɡrɑ:s ˈkʌmɪŋ frəm ðət dɪˈrekʃn ˈɔ:lsəʊ |
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
| sʌdnli ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri stʊd ʌp |
"There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his wife.
| ðeəz ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ˈkʌmɪŋ | əm | hi kɔ:ld tu ɪz waɪf |
"I'll go look after the stock." Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
| aɪl ɡəʊ lʊk ˈɑ:ftə ðə stɒk | ðen hi ræn təˈwɔ:d ðə ʃedz weə ðə kaʊz ənd ˈhɔ:sɪz wə kept |
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door.
| ɑ:nt əm drɒpt hə ˈwɜ:k ənd keɪm tə ðə dɔ: |
One glance told her of the danger close at hand.
| wʌn ɡlɑ:ns təʊld hər əv ðə ˈdeɪndʒə kləʊz ət hænd |
"Quick, Dorothy!" she screamed. "Run for the cellar!"
| kwɪk | ˈdɒrəθi | ʃi skri:md | rʌn fə ðə ˈselə |
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him.
| ˈtotəʊ dʒʌmpt aʊt əv ˈdɔ:əθiz ɑ:mz ənd hɪd ˈʌndə ðə bed | ənd ðə ɡɜ:l ˈstɑ:tɪd tə ˈɡet ɪm |
Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole.
| ɑ:nt əm | ˈbædli ˈfraɪtnd | θru: ˈəʊpən ðə træp dɔ:r ɪn ðə flɔ:r ənd klaɪmd daʊn ðə ˈlædər ˈɪntə ðə smɔ:l | dɑ:k həʊl |
Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt.
| ˈdɒrəθi ˈkɔ:t ˈtotəʊ ət lɑ:st ənd ˈstɑ:tɪd tə ˈfɒləʊ hər ɑ:nt |
When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.
| wen ʃi wəz hɑ:fˈweɪ əˈkrɒs ðə ru:m ðə keɪm ə ˈɡreɪt ʃri:k frəm ðə wɪnd | ənd ðə ˈhaʊs ʃʊk səʊ hɑ:d ðət ʃi lɒst hə ˈfʊtɪŋ ənd sæt daʊn sʌdnli əˈpɒn ðə flɔ: |
Then a strange thing happened.
| ðen ə streɪndʒ θɪŋ ˈhæpənd |
The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the air.
| ðə ˈhaʊs wɜ:ld əˈraʊnd tu: ɔ: θri: ˈtaɪmz ənd rəʊz ˈsləʊli θru: ði eə |
Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.
| ˈdɒrəθi felt əz ɪf ʃi wə ˈɡəʊɪŋ ʌp ɪn ə bəˈlu:n |
The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact center of the cyclone.
| ðə nɔ:θ ənd saʊθ wɪndz met weə ðə ˈhaʊs stʊd | ənd meɪd ɪt ði ɪɡˈzækt ˈsentər əv ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn |
In the middle of a cyclone the air is generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the cyclone; and there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.
| ɪn ðə ˈmɪdl əv ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ði eə z ˈdʒenrəli stɪl | bət ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈpreʃər əv ðə wɪnd ɒn ˈevri saɪd əv ðə ˈhaʊs reɪzd ɪt ʌp ˈhaɪər ənd ˈhaɪə | ʌnˈtɪl ɪt wəz ət ðə ˈveri tɒp əv ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn | ənd ðər ɪt rɪˈmeɪnd ənd wəz ˈkærɪd maɪlz ənd maɪlz əˈweɪ əz ˈiːzəli əz ju kəd ˈkæri ə ˈfeðə |
It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy found she was riding quite easily.
| ɪt wəz ˈveri dɑ:k | ənd ðə waɪnd haʊld ˈhɒrəbli əˈraʊnd hə | bət ˈdɒrəθi faʊnd ʃi wəz ˈraɪdɪŋ kwaɪt ˈiːzəli |
After the first few whirls around, and one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle.
| ˈɑ:ftə ðə fɜ:st fju: wɜ:lz əˈraʊnd | ənd wʌn ˈʌðə ˈtaɪm wen ðə ˈhaʊs tɪpt ˈbædli | ʃi felt əz ɪf ʃi wə ˈbi:ɪŋ rɒkt ˈdʒentli | ˈlaɪk ə ˈbeɪbi ɪn ə ˈkreɪdl |
Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what would happen.
| ˈtotəʊ dɪd nɒt ˈlaɪk ɪt | hi ræn əˈbaʊt ðə ru:m | naʊ hɪə | naʊ ðeə | ˈbɑ:kɪŋ ˈlaʊdli | bət ˈdɒrəθi sæt kwaɪt stɪl ɒn ðə flɔ:r ənd ˈweɪtɪd tə si: wɒt wʊd ˈhæpən |
Once Toto got too near the open trap door, and fell in; and at first the little girl thought she had lost him.
| wʌns ˈtotəʊ ˈɡɒt tu: nɪə ði ˈəʊpən træp dɔ: | ənd fel ɪn | ənd ət fɜ:st ðə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l ˈθɔ:t ʃi həd lɒst ɪm |
But soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up so that he could not fall.
| bət su:n ʃi sɔ: wʌn əv ɪz ɪəz ˈstɪkɪŋ ʌp θru: ðə həʊl | fə ðə strɒŋ ˈpreʃər əv ði eə wəz ˈki:pɪŋ ɪm ʌp səʊ ðət hi kəd nɒt fɔ:l |
She crept to the hole, caught Toto by the ear, and dragged him into the room again, afterward closing the trap door so that no more accidents could happen.
| ʃi krept tə ðə həʊl | ˈkɔ:t ˈtotəʊ baɪ ði ɪə | ənd dræɡd ɪm ˈɪntə ðə ru:m əˈɡen | ˈɑ:ftəwəd ˈkləʊzɪŋ ðə træp dɔ: səʊ ðət nəʊ mɔ:r ˈæksɪdənts kəd ˈhæpən |
Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly became deaf.
| ˈaʊər ˈɑ:ftə ˈaʊə pɑ:st əˈweɪ | ənd ˈsləʊli ˈdɒrəθi ˈɡɒt ˈəʊvə hə fraɪt | bət ʃi felt kwaɪt ˈləʊnli | ənd ðə wɪnd ʃri:kt səʊ ˈlaʊdli ɔ:l əˈbaʊt hə ðət ʃi ˈnɪəli bɪˈkeɪm def |
At first she had wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would bring.
| ət fɜ:st ʃi həd ˈwʌndəd ɪf ʃi wʊd bi dæʃt tə ˈpi:sɪz wen ðə ˈhaʊs fel əˈɡen | bət əz ði ˈaʊəz pɑ:st ənd ˈnʌθɪŋ ˈterəbl ˈhæpənd | ʃi stɒpt ˈwʌrɪɪŋ ənd rɪˈzɒlvd tə weɪt ˈkɑ:mli ənd si: wɒt ðə ˈfju:tʃə wʊd brɪŋ |
At last she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down beside her.
| ət lɑ:st ʃi krɔ:ld ˈəʊvə ðə ˈsweɪɪŋ flɔ: tə hə bed | ənd leɪ daʊn əˈpɒn ɪt | ənd ˈtotəʊ ˈfɒləʊd ənd leɪ daʊn bɪˈsaɪd hə |
In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.
| ɪn spaɪt əv ðə ˈsweɪɪŋ əv ðə ˈhaʊs ənd ðə ˈweɪlɪŋ əv ðə wɪnd | ˈdɒrəθi su:n kləʊzd hə aɪz ənd fel fɑ:st əˈsli:p |
2. The Council with the Munchkins
| tu: | ðə ˈkaʊnsl wɪð ðə -munchkins- |
She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt.
| ʃi wəz əˈweɪkənd baɪ ə ʃɒk | səʊ ˈsʌdn ənd sɪˈvɪə ðət ɪf ˈdɒrəθi həd nɒt bi:n ˈlaɪɪŋ ɒn ðə sɒft bed ʃi maɪt əv bi:n hɜ:t |
As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally.
| əz ɪt wɒz | ðə dʒɑ: meɪd hə kætʃ hə breθ ənd ˈwʌndə wɒt həd ˈhæpənd | ənd ˈtotəʊ ˈpʊt ɪz kəʊld ˈlɪtl nəʊz ˈɪntə hə feɪs ənd waɪnd ˈdɪzməli |
Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room.
| ˈdɒrəθi sæt ʌp ənd ˈnəʊtɪst ðət ðə ˈhaʊs wəz nɒt ˈmu:vɪŋ | nɔ: wəz ɪt dɑ:k | fə ðə braɪt ˈsʌnʃaɪn keɪm ɪn ət ðə ˈwɪndəʊ | ˈflʌdɪŋ ðə ˈlɪtl ru:m |
She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.
| ʃi spræŋ frəm hə bed ənd wɪð ˈtotəʊ ət hə hi:lz ræn ənd ˈəʊpənd ðə dɔ: |
The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.
| ðə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l ɡeɪv ə kraɪ əv əˈmeɪzmənt ənd lʊkt əˈbaʊt hə | hə aɪz ˈɡrəʊɪŋ ˈbɪɡər ənd ˈbɪɡər ət ðə ˈwʌndəfəl saɪts ʃi sɔ: |
The cyclone had set the house down very gently--for a cyclone--in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty.
| ðə ˈsaɪkləʊn həd set ðə ˈhaʊs daʊn ˈveri ˈdʒentli fɔ: ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ɪn ðə mɪdst əv ə ˈkʌntri əv ˈmɑ:vələs ˈbju:ti |
There were lovely patches of greensward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits.
| ðə wə ˈlʌvli ˈpætʃɪz əv ˈɡri:nswɔ:d ɔ:l əˈbaʊt | wɪð ˈsteɪtli tri:z ˈbeərɪŋ rɪtʃ ənd ˈlʌʃəs fru:ts |
Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes.
| bæŋks əv ˈɡɔ:dʒəs ˈflaʊəz wər ɒn ˈevri hænd | ənd bɜ:dz wɪð reər ənd ˈbrɪlɪənt ˈplu:mɪdʒ sæŋ ənd ˈflʌtəd ɪn ðə tri:z ənd ˈbʊʃɪz |
A little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on the dry, gray prairies.
| ə ˈlɪtl ˈweɪ ɒf wəz ə smɔ:l brʊk | ˈrʌʃɪŋ ənd ˈspɑ:klɪŋ əˈlɒŋ bɪˈtwi:n ɡri:n bæŋks | ənd ˈmɜ:mərɪŋ ɪn ə vɔɪs ˈveri ˈɡreɪtfəl tu ə ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l hu: həd lɪvd səʊ lɒŋ ɒn ðə draɪ | ɡreɪ ˈpreərɪz |
While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen.
| waɪl ʃi stʊd ˈlʊkɪŋ ˈi:ɡəli ət ðə streɪndʒ ənd ˈbju:təfl saɪts | ʃi ˈnəʊtɪst ˈkʌmɪŋ təˈwɔ:d hər ə ɡru:p əv ðə ˈkwɪərɪst ˈpi:pl ʃi həd ˈevə si:n |
They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to; but neither were they very small.
| ˈðeɪ wə nɒt əz bɪɡ əz ðə ɡrəʊn fəʊk ʃi həd ˈɔ:lweɪz bi:n ˈju:st tu: | bət ˈnaɪðə wə ˈðeɪ ˈveri smɔ:l |
In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.
| ɪn fækt | ˈðeɪ si:md əˈbaʊt əz tɔ:l əz ˈdɒrəθi | hu: wəz ə wel-ɡrəʊn tʃaɪld fə hər eɪdʒ | ɔ:lˈðəʊ ˈðeɪ wɜ: | səʊ fɑ:r əz lʊks ɡəʊ | ˈmeni jɜ:z ˈəʊldə |
Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed.
| θri: wə men ənd wʌn ə ˈwʊmən | ənd ɔ:l wər ˈɒdli drest |
They wore round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved.
| ˈðeɪ wɔ: raʊnd hæts ðət rəʊz tu ə smɔ:l pɔɪnt ə fʊt əˈbʌv ðeə hedz | wɪð ˈlɪtl belz əˈraʊnd ðə brɪmz ðət ˈtɪŋkld ˈswi:tli əz ˈðeɪ mu:vd |
The hats of the men were blue; the little woman's hat was white, and she wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders.
| ðə hæts əv ðə men wə blu: | ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmənz hæt wəz waɪt | ənd ʃi wɔ:r ə waɪt ɡaʊn ðət hʌŋ ɪn pli:ts frəm hə ˈʃəʊldəz |
Over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds.
| ˈəʊvər ɪt wə ˈsprɪŋkld ˈlɪtl stɑ:z ðət ˈɡlɪsnd ɪn ðə sʌn ˈlaɪk ˈdaɪəməndz |
The men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops.
| ðə men wə drest ɪn blu: | əv ðə seɪm ʃeɪd əz ðeə hæts | ənd wɔ: wel-ˈpɒlɪʃt bu:ts wɪð ə di:p rəʊl əv blu: ət ðə tɒps |
The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards.
| ðə men | ˈdɒrəθi ˈθɔ:t | wər əˈbaʊt əz əʊld əz ˈʌŋkl ˈhenri | fə tu: əv ðəm həd bɪədz |
But the little woman was doubtless much older.
| bət ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən wəz ˈdaʊtlɪs ˈmʌtʃ ˈəʊldə |
Her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly.
| hə feɪs wəz ˈkʌvəd wɪð ˈrɪŋklz | hə heə wəz ˈnɪəli waɪt | ənd ʃi ˈwɔ:kt ˈrɑ:ðə ˈstɪfli |
When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther.
| wen ði:z ˈpiːpl dru: nɪə ðə ˈhaʊs weə ˈdɒrəθi wəz ˈstændɪŋ ɪn ðə ˈdɔ:weɪ | ˈðeɪ pɔ:zd ənd ˈwɪspəd əˈmʌŋ ðəmˈselvz | əz ɪf əˈfreɪd tə kʌm ˈfɑ:ðə |
But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice:
| bət ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən ˈwɔ:kt ʌp tə ˈdɒrəθi | meɪd ə ləʊ baʊ ənd ˈsed | ɪn ə swi:t vɔɪs |
"You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins. We are so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and for setting our people free from bondage."
| ju ə ˈwelkəm | məʊst ˈnəʊbl ˈsɔ:sərɪs | tə ðə lænd əv ðə -munchkins- | wi ə səʊ ˈɡreɪtfəl tə ju fə ˈhævɪŋ kɪld ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ði i:st | ənd fə ˈsetɪŋ ˈaʊə ˈpi:pl fri: frəm ˈbɒndɪdʒ |
Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder.
| ˈdɒrəθi ˈlɪsnd tə ðɪs spi:tʃ wɪð ˈwʌndə |
What could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the Wicked Witch of the East?
| wɒt kəd ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən ˈpɒsəbli mi:n baɪ ˈkɔ:lɪŋ hər ə ˈsɔ:sərɪs | ənd ˈseɪɪŋ ʃi həd kɪld ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ði i:st |
Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl, who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home; and she had never killed anything in all her life.
| ˈdɒrəθi wəz ən ˈɪnəsnt | ˈhɑ:mləs ˈlɪtl ɡɜ:l | hu: həd bi:n ˈkærɪd baɪ ə ˈsaɪkləʊn ˈmeni maɪlz frəm həʊm | ənd ʃi həd ˈnevə kɪld ˈeniθɪŋ ɪn ɔ:l hə laɪf |
But the little woman evidently expected her to answer; so Dorothy said, with hesitation, "You are very kind, but there must be some mistake. I have not killed anything."
| bət ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən ˈevɪdəntli ɪkˈspektɪd hə tu ˈɑ:nsə | səʊ ˈdɒrəθi ˈsed | wɪð ˌhezɪˈteɪʃn | ju ə ˈveri kaɪnd | bət ðə məst bi səm mɪˈsteɪk | ˈaɪ həv nɒt kɪld ˈeniθɪŋ |
"Your house did, anyway," replied the little old woman, with a laugh, "and that is the same thing.
| jə ˈhaʊs dɪd | ˈeniweɪ | rɪˈplaɪd ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən | wɪð ə lɑ:f | ənd ðət s ðə seɪm θɪŋ |
See!" she continued, pointing to the corner of the house.
| si: | ʃi kənˈtɪnju:d | ˈpɔɪntɪŋ tə ðə ˈkɔ:nər əv ðə ˈhaʊs |
"There are her two feet, still sticking out from under a block of wood."
| ðər ə hə tu: fi:t | stɪl ˈstɪkɪŋ aʊt frəm ˈʌndər ə ˈblɒk əv wʊd |
Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright.
| ˈdɒrəθi lʊkt | ənd ɡeɪv ə ˈlɪtl kraɪ əv fraɪt |
There, indeed, just under the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes.
| ðeə | ɪnˈdi:d | dʒəst ˈʌndə ðə ˈkɔ:nər əv ðə ˈɡreɪt bi:m ðə ˈhaʊs ˈrestɪd ɒn | tu: fi:t wə ˈstɪkɪŋ aʊt | ʃɒd ɪn ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z wɪð ˈpɔɪntɪd təʊz |
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay.
| əʊ | dɪə | əʊ | dɪə | kraɪd ˈdɒrəθi | ˈklɑ:spɪŋ hə hændz təˈɡeðər ɪn dɪsˈmeɪ |
"The house must have fallen on her.
| ðə ˈhaʊs məst həv ˈfɔ:lən ɒn hə |
Whatever shall we do?"
| wɒtˈevə ʃə wi du: |
"There is nothing to be done," said the little woman calmly.
| ðə z ˈnʌθɪŋ tə bi dʌn | ˈsed ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən ˈkɑ:mli |
"But who was she?" asked Dorothy.
| bət hu: wəz ʃi | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"She was the Wicked Witch of the East, as I said," answered the little woman.
| ʃi wəz ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ði i:st | əz ˈaɪ ˈsed | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən |
"She has held all the Munchkins in bondage for many years, making them slave for her night and day.
| ʃi həz held ɔ:l ðə -munchkins- ɪn ˈbɒndɪdʒ fə ˈmeni jɜ:z | ˈmeɪkɪŋ ðəm sleɪv fə hə naɪt ənd deɪ |
Now they are all set free, and are grateful to you for the favor."
| naʊ ˈðeɪ ər ɔ:l set fri: | ənd ə ˈɡreɪtfəl tə ju fə ðə ˈfeɪvə |
"Who are the Munchkins?" inquired Dorothy.
| hu: ə ðə -munchkins- | ɪnˈkwaɪəd ˈdɒrəθi |
"They are the people who live in this land of the East where the Wicked Witch ruled."
| ˈðeɪ ə ðə ˈpi:pl hu: lɪv ɪn ðɪs lænd əv ði i:st weə ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ ru:ld |
"Are you a Munchkin?" asked Dorothy.
| ə ju ə -munchkin- | ɑːskt ˈdɒrəθi |
"No, but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North.
| nəʊ | bət ˈaɪ əm ðeə frend | ɔ:lˈðəʊ ˈaɪ lɪv ɪn ðə lænd əv ðə nɔ:θ |
When they saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift messenger to me, and I came at once.
| wen ˈðeɪ sɔ: ðə wɪtʃ əv ði i:st wəz ded ðə -munchkins- sent ə swɪft ˈmesɪndʒə tə mi: | ənd ˈaɪ keɪm ət wʌns |
I am the Witch of the North."
| ˈaɪ əm ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ |
"Oh, gracious!" cried Dorothy. "Are you a real witch?"
| əʊ | ˈɡreɪʃəs | kraɪd ˈdɒrəθi | ə ju ə rɪəl wɪtʃ |
"Yes, indeed," answered the little woman.
| jes | ɪnˈdi:d | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə ˈlɪtl ˈwʊmən |
"But I am a good witch, and the people love me.
| bət ˈaɪ əm ə ɡʊd wɪtʃ | ənd ðə ˈpi:pl lʌv mi: |
I am not as powerful as the Wicked Witch was who ruled here, or I should have set the people free myself."
| ˈaɪ əm nɒt əz ˈpaʊəfəl əz ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ wəz hu: ru:ld hɪə | ɔ:r ˈaɪ ʃəd həv set ðə ˈpi:pl fri: maɪˈself |
"But I thought all witches were wicked," said the girl, who was half frightened at facing a real witch.
| bət ˈaɪ ˈθɔ:t ɔ:l ˈwɪtʃɪz wə ˈwɪkɪd | ˈsed ðə ɡɜ:l | hu: wəz hɑ:f ˈfraɪtnd ət ˈfeɪsɪŋ ə rɪəl wɪtʃ |
"Oh, no, that is a great mistake.
| əʊ | nəʊ | ðət s ə ˈɡreɪt mɪˈsteɪk |
There were only four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and the South, are good witches.
| ðə wər ˈəʊnli fɔ: ˈwɪtʃɪz ɪn ɔ:l ðə lænd əv ɒz | ənd tu: əv ðəm | ðəʊz hu: lɪv ɪn ðə nɔ:θ ənd ðə saʊθ | ə ɡʊd ˈwɪtʃɪz |
I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken.
| ˈaɪ nəʊ ðɪs ɪz tru: | fə ˈaɪ əm wʌn əv ðəm maɪˈself | ənd ˈkænət bi mɪˈsteɪkən |
Those who dwelt in the East and the West were, indeed, wicked witches; but now that you have killed one of them, there is but one Wicked Witch in all the Land of Oz--the one who lives in the West."
| ðəʊz hu: dwelt ɪn ði i:st ənd ðə west wɜ: | ɪnˈdi:d | ˈwɪkɪd ˈwɪtʃɪz | bət naʊ ðət ju həv kɪld wʌn əv ðəm | ðə z bət wʌn ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ ɪn ɔ:l ðə lænd əv ɒz ðə wʌn hu: lɪvz ɪn ðə west |
"But," said Dorothy, after a moment's thought, "Aunt Em has told me that the witches were all dead--years and years ago."
| bʌt | ˈsed ˈdɒrəθi | ˈɑ:ftər ə ˈməʊmənts ˈθɔ:t | ɑːnt əm həz təʊld mi: ðət ðə ˈwɪtʃɪz wər ɔ:l ded jɜ:z ənd jɜ:z əˈɡəʊ |
"Who is Aunt Em?" inquired the little old woman.
| hu: z ɑ:nt əm | ɪnˈkwaɪəd ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən |
"She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came from."
| ʃi z maɪ ɑ:nt hu: lɪvz ɪn ˈkænzəs | weər ˈaɪ keɪm frɒm |
The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, with her head bowed and her eyes upon the ground.
| ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ si:md tə θɪŋk fər ə ˈtaɪm | wɪð hə hed baʊd ənd hə aɪz əˈpɒn ðə ɡraʊnd |
Then she looked up and said, "I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before.
| ðen ʃi lʊkt ʌp ənd ˈsed | ˈaɪ də nɒt nəʊ weə ˈkænzəs ɪz | fə ˈaɪ həv ˈnevə hɜ:d ðət ˈkʌntri ˈmenʃnd bɪˈfɔ: |
But tell me, is it a civilized country?"
| bət tel mi: | ɪz ɪt ə ˈsɪvɪlaɪzd ˈkʌntri |
"Oh, yes," replied Dorothy.
| əʊ | jes | rɪˈplaɪd ˈdɒrəθi |
"Then that accounts for it.
| ðen ðət əˈkaʊnts fər ɪt |
In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians.
| ɪn ðə ˈsɪvɪlaɪzd ˈkʌntrɪz ˈaɪ bɪˈli:v ðər ə nəʊ ˈwɪtʃɪz left | nɔ: ˈwɪzədz | nɔ: ˈsɔ:sərɪsɪz | nɔ: məˈdʒɪʃnz |
But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world.
| bʌt | ju si: | ðə lænd əv ɒz həz ˈnevə bi:n ˈsɪvɪlaɪzd | fə wi ə kʌt ɒf frəm ɔ:l ðə rest əv ðə wɜ:ld |
Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us."
| ˈðeəfɔ: wi stɪl həv ˈwɪtʃɪz ənd ˈwɪzədz əˈmʌŋst əz |
"Who are the wizards?" asked Dorothy.
| hu: ə ðə ˈwɪzədz | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"Oz himself is the Great Wizard," answered the Witch, sinking her voice to a whisper.
| ɒz hɪmˈself s ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈwɪzəd | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə wɪtʃ | ˈsɪŋkɪŋ hə vɔɪs tu ə ˈwɪspə |
"He is more powerful than all the rest of us together.
| hi z mɔ: ˈpaʊəfəl ðən ɔ:l ðə rest əv əz təˈɡeðə |
He lives in the City of Emeralds."
| hi lɪvz ɪn ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz |
Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then the Munchkins, who had been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the house where the Wicked Witch had been lying.
| ˈdɒrəθi wəz ˈɡəʊɪŋ tu ɑ:sk əˈnʌðə ˈkwestʃən | bət dʒəst ðen ðə -munchkins- | hu: həd bi:n ˈstændɪŋ ˈsaɪləntli baɪ | ɡeɪv ə laʊd ʃaʊt ənd ˈpɔɪntɪd tə ðə ˈkɔ:nər əv ðə ˈhaʊs weə ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ həd bi:n ˈlaɪɪŋ |
"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh.
| wɒt s ɪt | ɑ:skt ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən | ənd lʊkt | ənd bɪˈɡæn tə lɑ:f |
The feet of the dead Witch had disappeared entirely, and nothing was left but the silver shoes.
| ðə fi:t əv ðə ded wɪtʃ həd ˌdɪsəˈpɪəd ɪnˈtaɪəli | ənd ˈnʌθɪŋ wəz left bət ðə ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z |
"She was so old," explained the Witch of the North, "that she dried up quickly in the sun.
| ʃi wəz səʊ əʊld | ɪkˈspleɪnd ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ | ðət ʃi draɪd ʌp ˈkwɪkli ɪn ðə sʌn |
That is the end of her.
| ðət s ði end əv hə |
But the silver shoes are yours, and you shall have them to wear."
| bət ðə ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z ə jɔ:z | ənd ju ʃə həv ðəm tə weə |
She reached down and picked up the shoes, and after shaking the dust out of them handed them to Dorothy.
| ʃi ri:tʃt daʊn ənd pɪkt ʌp ðə ʃu:z | ənd ˈɑ:ftə ˈʃeɪkɪŋ ðə dʌst aʊt əv ðəm ˈhændɪd ðəm tə ˈdɒrəθi |
"The Witch of the East was proud of those silver shoes," said one of the Munchkins, "and there is some charm connected with them; but what it is we never knew."
| ðə wɪtʃ əv ði i:st wəz praʊd əv ðəʊz ˈsɪlvə ʃu:z | ˈsed wʌn əv ðə -munchkins- | ənd ðə z səm tʃɑ:m kəˈnektɪd wɪð ðəm | bət wɒt ɪt s wi ˈnevə nju: |
Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table.
| ˈdɒrəθi ˈkærɪd ðə ʃu:z ˈɪntə ðə ˈhaʊs ənd ˈpleɪst ðəm ɒn ðə ˈteɪbl |
Then she came out again to the Munchkins and said:
| ðen ʃi keɪm aʊt əˈɡen tə ðə -munchkins- ənd ˈsed |
"I am anxious to get back to my aunt and uncle, for I am sure they will worry about me.
| ˈaɪ əm ˈæŋkʃəs tə ˈɡet bæk tə maɪ ɑ:nt ənd ˈʌŋkl | fə ˈaɪ əm ʃʊə ˈðeɪ wl ˈwʌri əˈbaʊt mi: |
Can you help me find my way?"
| kən ju help mi: faɪnd maɪ ˈweɪ |
The Munchkins and the Witch first looked at one another, and then at Dorothy, and then shook their heads.
| ðə -munchkins- ənd ðə wɪtʃ fɜ:st lʊkt ət wʌn əˈnʌðə | ənd ðen ət ˈdɒrəθi | ənd ðen ʃʊk ðeə hedz |
"At the East, not far from here," said one, "there is a great desert, and none could live to cross it."
| ət ði i:st | nɒt fɑ: frəm hɪə | ˈsed wʌn | ðə z ə ˈɡreɪt dɪˈzɜ:t | ənd nʌn kəd laɪv tə krɒs ɪt |
"It is the same at the South," said another, "for I have been there and seen it.
| ɪt s ðə seɪm ət ðə saʊθ | ˈsed əˈnʌðə | fə ˈaɪ həv bi:n ðər ənd si:n ɪt |
The South is the country of the Quadlings."
| ðə saʊθ s ðə ˈkʌntri əv ðə -quadlings- |
"I am told," said the third man, "that it is the same at the West.
| ˈaɪ əm təʊld | ˈsed ðə θɜ:d mæn | ðət ɪt s ðə seɪm ət ðə west |
And that country, where the Winkies live, is ruled by the Wicked Witch of the West, who would make you her slave if you passed her way."
| ənd ðət ˈkʌntri | weə ðə -winkies- laɪv | ɪz ru:ld baɪ ðə ˈwɪkɪd wɪtʃ əv ðə west | hu: wʊd meɪk ju hə sleɪv ɪf ju pɑ:st hə ˈweɪ |
"The North is my home," said the old lady, "and at its edge is the same great desert that surrounds this Land of Oz.
| ðə nɔ:θ s maɪ həʊm | ˈsed ði əʊld ˈleɪdi | ənd ət ɪts edʒ ɪz ðə seɪm ˈɡreɪt dɪˈzɜ:t ðət səˈraʊndz ðɪs lænd əv ɒz |
I'm afraid, my dear, you will have to live with us."
| aɪm əˈfreɪd | maɪ dɪə | ju wl həv tə lɪv wɪð əz |
Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt lonely among all these strange people.
| ˈdɒrəθi bɪˈɡæn tə sɒb ət ðɪs | fə ʃi felt ˈləʊnli əˈmʌŋ ɔ:l ðiːz streɪndʒ ˈpi:pl |
Her tears seemed to grieve the kind-hearted Munchkins, for they immediately took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also.
| hə ˈtɪəz si:md tə ˈɡri:v ðə kaɪnd ˈhɑ:tɪd -munchkins- | fə ˈðeɪ ɪˈmi:dɪətli tʊk aʊt ðeə ˈhæŋkətʃɪfs ənd bɪˈɡæn tə wi:p ˈɔ:lsəʊ |
As for the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced the point on the end of her nose, while she counted "One, two, three" in a solemn voice.
| əz fə ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən | ʃi tʊk ɒf hə kæp ənd ˈbælənst ðə pɔɪnt ɒn ði end əv hə nəʊz | waɪl ʃi ˈkaʊntɪd wʌn | tu: | θri: ɪn ə ˈsɒləm vɔɪs |
At once the cap changed to a slate, on which was written in big, white chalk marks:
| ət wʌns ðə kæp tʃeɪndʒd tu ə sleɪt | ɒn wɪtʃ wəz ˈrɪtn ɪn bɪɡ | waɪt tʃɔ:k mɑ:ks |
"LET DOROTHY GO TO THE CITY OF EMERALDS"
| let ˈdɒrəθi ɡəʊ tə ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz |
The little old woman took the slate from her nose, and having read the words on it, asked, "Is your name Dorothy, my dear?"
| ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən tʊk ðə sleɪt frəm hə nəʊz | ənd ˈhævɪŋ ri:d ðə ˈwɜ:dz ɒn ɪt | ɑ:skt | ɪz jə ˈneɪm ˈdɒrəθi | maɪ dɪə |
"Yes," answered the child, looking up and drying her tears.
| jes | ˈɑ:nsəd ðə tʃaɪld | ˈlʊkɪŋ ʌp ənd ˈdraɪɪŋ hə ˈtɪəz |
"Then you must go to the City of Emeralds.
| ðen ju məst ɡəʊ tə ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz |
Perhaps Oz will help you."
| pəˈhæps ɒz wl help ju |
"Where is this city?" asked Dorothy.
| weə z ðɪs ˈsɪti | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"It is exactly in the center of the country, and is ruled by Oz, the Great Wizard I told you of."
| ɪt s ɪɡˈzæktli ɪn ðə ˈsentər əv ðə ˈkʌntri | ənd z ru:ld baɪ ɒz | ðə ˈɡreɪt ˈwɪzəd ˈaɪ təʊld ju ɒv |
"Is he a good man?" inquired the girl anxiously.
| ɪz hi ə ɡʊd mæn | ɪnˈkwaɪəd ðə ɡɜ:l ˈæŋkʃəsli |
"He is a good Wizard. Whether he is a man or not I cannot tell, for I have never seen him."
| hi z ə ɡʊd ˈwɪzəd | ˈweðə hi z ə mæn ɔ: nɒt ˈaɪ ˈkænət tel | fə ˈaɪ həv ˈnevə si:n ɪm |
"How can I get there?" asked Dorothy.
| ˈhaʊ kən ˈaɪ ˈɡet ðeə | ɑ:skt ˈdɒrəθi |
"You must walk. It is a long journey, through a country that is sometimes pleasant and sometimes dark and terrible. However, I will use all the magic arts I know of to keep you from harm."
| ju məst wɔ:k | ɪt s ə lɒŋ ˈdʒɜ:ni | θru: ə ˈkʌntri ðət s ˈsʌmtaɪmz ˈpleznt ənd ˈsʌmtaɪmz dɑ:k ənd ˈterəbl | haʊˈevə | ˈaɪ wl ˈju:z ɔ:l ðə ˈmædʒɪk ɑ:ts ˈaɪ nəʊ əv tə ki:p ju frəm hɑ:m |
"Won't you go with me?" pleaded the girl, who had begun to look upon the little old woman as her only friend.
| wəʊnt ju ɡəʊ wɪð mi: | ˈpli:dɪd ðə ɡɜ:l | hu: həd bɪˈɡʌn tə lʊk əˈpɒn ðə ˈlɪtl əʊld ˈwʊmən əz hər ˈəʊnli frend |
"No, I cannot do that," she replied, "but I will give you my kiss, and no one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of the North."
| nəʊ | ˈaɪ ˈkænət də ðæt | ʃi rɪˈplaɪd | bət ˈaɪ wl ɡɪv ju maɪ kɪs | ənd nəʊ wʌn wl deər ˈɪndʒər ə ˈpɜ:sn hu: həz bi:n kɪst baɪ ðə wɪtʃ əv ðə nɔ:θ |
She came close to Dorothy and kissed her gently on the forehead. Where her lips touched the girl they left a round, shining mark, as Dorothy found out soon after.
| ʃi keɪm kləʊs tə ˈdɒrəθi ənd kɪst hə ˈdʒentli ɒn ðə ˈfɒrɪd | weə hə lɪps tʌtʃt ðə ɡɜ:l ˈðeɪ left ə raʊnd | ˈʃaɪnɪŋ mɑ:k | əz ˈdɒrəθi faʊnd aʊt su:n ˈɑ:ftə |
"The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick," said the Witch, "so you cannot miss it. When you get to Oz do not be afraid of him, but tell your story and ask him to help you. Good-bye, my dear."
| ðə rəʊd tə ðə ˈsɪti əv ˈemərəldz ɪz peɪvd wɪð ˈjeləʊ brɪk | ˈsed ðə wɪtʃ | səʊ ju ˈkænət mɪs ɪt | wen ju ˈɡet tu ɒz də nɒt bi əˈfreɪd əv ɪm | bət tel jə ˈstɔ:ri ənd ɑ:sk ɪm tə help ju | ɡʊdˈbaɪ | maɪ dɪə |
The three Munchkins bowed low to her and wished her a pleasant journey, after which they walked away through the trees. The Witch gave Dorothy a friendly little nod, whirled around on her left heel three times, and straightway disappeared, much to the surprise of little Toto, who barked after her loudly enough when she had gone, because he had been afraid even to growl while she stood by.
| ðə θri: -munchkins- baʊd ləʊ tə hər ənd wɪʃt hər ə ˈpleznt ˈdʒɜ:ni | ˈɑ:ftə wɪtʃ ˈðeɪ ˈwɔ:kt əˈweɪ θru: ðə tri:z | ðə wɪtʃ ɡeɪv ˈdɒrəθi ə ˈfrendli ˈlɪtl nɒd | wɜ:ld əˈraʊnd ɒn hə left hi:l θri: ˈtaɪmz | ənd ˌstreɪtˈweɪ ˌdɪsəˈpɪəd | ˈmʌtʃ tə ðə səˈpraɪz əv ˈlɪtl ˈtotəʊ | hu: bɑ:kt ˈɑ:ftə hə ˈlaʊdli ɪˈnʌf wen ʃi həd ɡɒn | bɪˈkɒz hi həd bi:n əˈfreɪd ˈi:vn tə ɡraʊl waɪl ʃi stʊd baɪ |
But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear in just that way, and was not surprised in the least.
| bət ˈdɒrəθi | ˈnəʊɪŋ hə tə bi ə wɪtʃ | həd ɪkˈspektɪd hə tə ˌdɪsəˈpɪər ɪn dʒəst ðət ˈweɪ | ənd wəz nɒt səˈpraɪzd ɪn ðə li:st |
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