"Ev'ry time I see a river,
I have chills that make me shiver,
For I never can forget
All the water's very wet.
If my patches get a soak
It will be a sorry joke;
So to swim I'll never try
Till I find the water dry."


"Try to control yourself, Scraps," said Ojo;
"you're getting crazy again. No one intends to swim
that river."

"No," decided Dorothy, "we couldn't swim it
if we tried. It's too big a river, and the water
moves awful fast."

"There ought to be a ferryman with a boat,"
said the Scarecrow; "but I don't see any."

"Couldn't we make a raft?" suggested Ojo.

"There's nothing to make one of," answered
Dorothy.

"Wow!" said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he
was looking along the bank of the river.