"If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave me," added the Lion, "he would have been a brave man."
Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her, but he had done his best, so she forgave him.
As he said, he was a good man, even if he was a bad Wizard.
The first day's journey was through the green fields and bright flowers that stretched about the Emerald City on every side.
They slept that night on the grass, with nothing but the stars over them;
and they rested very well indeed.
In the morning they traveled on until they came to a thick wood.
There was no way of going around it, for it seemed to extend to the right and left as far as they could see;
and, besides, they did not dare change the direction of their journey for fear of getting lost.
So they looked for the place where it would be easiest to get into the forest.
The Scarecrow, who was in the lead, finally discovered a big tree with such wide-spreading branches that there was room for the party to pass underneath.
So he walked forward to the tree,
but just as he came under the first branches they bent down and twined around him,
and the next minute he was raised from the ground and flung headlong among his fellow travelers.