作者简介
L. Frank Baum弗兰克·鲍姆（1856-1919），美国儿童文学作家。生于纽约州。
鲍姆的童年是在父亲的大庄园里度过的，从小喜欢写作。在他做了父亲后，常常回忆自己童年时代所听过的故事。他觉得那些故事枯燥沉闷，讲的尽是些令人讨厌的道德和训诫的内容。于是他自己构想出一些听了使人愉快的故事，同时把儿歌改编成故事。
1897年，他编了一本《鹅妈妈的故事》散文集，出版后获得成功。1900年《绿野仙踪》（即《奥茨国的魔术师》）完成，它是美国儿童文学史上20世纪的第一部受到赞赏的童话，从出版一直行销至今。
故事梗概
《绿野仙踪》是一部典型的成长小说。主人公多萝西是一个寻常的女孩，她和叔叔婶婶住在乡下，朋友很少，生活单调乏味。但经历过奇幻的旅程后，她成长起来并具有了让自己变得独立的能力。
故事中，多萝西被一场龙卷风刮到了一个陌生而神奇的国度——奥兹国，并迷失了回家的路。在那里，她有三个特别好的朋友——稻草人、铁皮樵夫和胆小的狮子。为了实现各自的心愿，他们在旅行中，互相帮助，携手协作，历尽艰险，遇到许多稀奇古怪的事情。最终，他们凭借自己非凡的智能和顽强的毅力，都如愿以偿地完成自己的心愿。
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章节列表
Chapter 1. The Cyclone
Chapter 2. The Council with the Munchkins
Chapter 3. How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
Chapter 4. The Road Through the Forest
Chapter 5. The Rescue of the Tin Woodman
Chapter 6. The Cowardly Lion
Chapter 7. The Journey to the Great Oz
Chapter 8. The Deadly Poppy Field
Chapter 9. The Queen of the Field Mice
Chapter 10. The Guardian of the Gates
Chapter 11. The Emerald City of Oz
Chapter 12. The Search for the Wicked Witch
Chapter 13. The Rescue
Chapter 14. The Winged Monkeys
Chapter 15. The Discovery of Oz the Terrible
Chapter 16. The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
Chapter 17. How the Balloon Was Launched
Chapter 18. Away to the South
Chapter 19. Attacked by the Fighting Trees
Chapter 20. The Dainty China Country
Chapter 21. The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
Chapter 22. The Country of the Quadlings
Chapter 23. Glinda The Good Witch Grants Dorothy's Wish
Chapter 24. Home Again
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Chapter One: The Cyclone
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. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. 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. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. 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. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.
When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. 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. 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.
When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too. 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. She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled now. 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.
Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. 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. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.
Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
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. 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.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
"There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his wife. "I'll go look after the stock." Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of the danger close at hand.
"Quick, Dorothy!" she screamed. "Run for the cellar!"
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt. 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.
Then a strange thing happened.
The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.
The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact center of the cyclone. 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.
It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy found she was riding quite easily. 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.
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.
Once Toto got too near the open trap door, and fell in; and at first the little girl thought she had lost him. 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. 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.
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. 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. At last she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down beside her.
In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.