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The Scarecrow of Oz by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum
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"Couldn't we walk without a light?" asked Trot. "The
way seems safe enough."

"It does right now," was the reply, "but we can't
tell when we are likely to come to another gulf, or
somethin' jes' as dangerous. In that case we'd be
killed afore we knew it."

"Suppose I go ahead?" suggested the Ork. "I don't
fear a fall, you know, and if anything happens I'll
call out and warn you."

"That's a good idea," declared Trot, and Cap'n Bill
thought so, too. So the Ork started off ahead, quite in
the dark, and hand in band the two followed him.

When they had walked in this way for a good long time
the Ork halted and demanded food. Cap'n Bill had not
mentioned food because there was so little left -- only
three biscuits and a lump of cheese about as big as his
two fingers -- but he gave the Ork half of a biscuit,
sighing as he did so. The creature didn't care for the
cheese, so the sailor divided it between himself and
Trot. They lighted a candle and sat down in the tunnel
while they ate.

"My feet hurt me," grumbled the Ork. "I'm not used
to walking and this rocky passage is so uneven and
lumpy that it hurts me to walk upon it."
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