With “The Sea Fairies,” my book for 1911,
I ventured into a new field of fairy literature and
to my delight the book was received with much approval
by my former readers, many of whom have written me
that they like Trot “almost as well as Dorothy.”
As Dorothy was an old, old friend and Trot a new one,
I think this is very high praise for Cap’n Bill’s
little companion. Cap’n Bill is also a new
character who seems to have won approval, and so both
Trot and the old sailor are again introduced in the
present story, which may be called the second of the
series of adventures of Trot and Cap’n Bill.
But you will recognize some other acquaintances in
“Sky Island.” Here, for instance,
is Button-Bright, who once had an adventure with Dorothy
in Oz, and without Button-Bright and his Magic Umbrella
you will see that the story of “Sky Island”
could never have been written. As Polychrome,
the Rainbow’s Daughter, lives in the sky, it
is natural that Trot and Button-Bright meet her during
their adventures there.
This story of Sky Island has stonished me considerably,
and I think it will also astonish you. The sky
country is certainly a remarkable fairland, but after
reading about it I am sure you will agree with me
that our old Mother Earth is a very good place to live
upon and that Trot and Button-Bright and Cap’n
Bill were fortunate to get back to it again.
By the way, one of my little correspondents has suggested
that I print my address in this book, so that the
children may know where letters will reach me.
I am doing this, as you see, and hope that many will
write to me and tell me how they like “Sky Island.”
My greatest treasures are these letters from my readers
and I am always delighted to receive them.
L. Frank Baum.
“OZCOT” at Hollywood in California
“Hello,” said the boy.
“Hello,” answered Trot, looking up surprised.
“Where did you come from?”
“Philadelphia,” said he.
“Dear me,” said Trot, “you’re
a long way from home, then.”
“’Bout as far as I can get, in this country,”
the boy replied, gazing out over the water. “Isn’t
this the Pacific Ocean?”
“Of course.”
“Why of course?” he asked.
“Because it’s the biggest lot of water
in all the world.”
“How do you know?”
“Cap’n Bill told me,” she said.
“Who’s Cap’n Bill?”
“An old sailorman who’s a friend of mine.
He lives at my house, too— the white house
you see over there on the bluff.”
“Oh; is that your home?”
“Yes,” said Trot proudly. “Isn’t
it pretty?”
“It’s pretty small, seems to me,”
answered the boy.
