| [1 ] | Mandy Leaves the Mountain |
| [2 ] | The End of the Ride |
| [3 ] | The King of Keretaria |
| [4 ] | The Message in the Horn |
| [5 ] | Out of Keretaria! |
| [6 ] | Turn Town! |
| [7 ] | A Horn of Plenty |
| [8 ] | Handy Mandy Learns about Oz! |
| [9 ] | The Magic Hammer |
| [10 ] | The King of the Silver Mountain |
| [11 ] | Down to the Prisoners' Pit! |
| [12 ] | Prisoners of the Wizard |
| [13 ] | In the Emerald City of Oz |
| [14 ] | The Robbery Is Discovered |
| [15 ] | The Pilgrim Returns to the Mountain |
| [16 ] | The Wizard's Bargain! |
| [17 ] | Out of the Prison Pit |
| [18 ] | Wutz and the Gnome King Leave for the Capital! |
| [19 ] | At the Bottom of the Mountain! |
| [20 ] | Just in Time! |
| [21 ] | The Hammer Elf Explains |
CHAPTER 1
Mandy Leaves the Mountain
"What-a-BUTTER! What-a-BUTTER!" High and clear above the peaks of Mt. Mern floated the voice of the Goat Girl calling the finest, fattest but most troublesome of her flock. All the other goats were winding obediently down toward the village that perched precariously on the edge of the mountain. But of What-a-butter there was not a single sign nor whisker.
"Serves me right for spoiling the contrary creature," panted Mandy, pushing back her thick yellow braids with her second best hand. "Always wants her own way, that goat—so she does. What-a-butter, I say WHAT-A-BUTTER—come down here this instant." But only the tantalizing tinkle of the goat's silver bell came to answer her, for What-a-butter was climbing up, not down, and there was nothing for Mandy to do but go after her.
Muttering dire threats which she was much too soft hearted ever to carry out, the rosy cheeked mountain lass scrambled over crags and stones, pulling herself up steep precipices, the goat always managing to keep a few jumps ahead, till soon they were almost at the top of the mountain!
Here, stopping on a jutting rock to catch her breath and remove the burrs from her stockings, Mandy heard a dreadful roar and felt an ominous rumbling beneath her feet. What-a-butter on a narrow ledge just above heard it too, and cocked her head anxiously on one side. Perhaps she had best jump down to Mandy. After all, the great silly girl did feed and pet her, and from the sound of things a storm was brewing. If there was one thing the goat feared more than another, it was a thunder-storm, so, rolling her eyes as innocently as if she had not dragged Mandy all over the mountain she stretched her nose down toward her weary mistress.
"Bah—ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhhh!" bleated What-a-butter affectionately.