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           "NextdaytheyfoundawoodenSaw-Horsestandingbytheroadside,andsprinkleditwiththePowder.Itcametolifeatonce,andJackPumpkinheadrodetheSaw-HorsetotheEmeraldCity."

           "WhatbecameoftheSaw-Horse,afterward?"askedtheshaggyman,muchinterestedinthisstory.

           "Oh,it’saliveyet,andyouwillprobablymeetitpresentlyintheEmeraldCity.Afterward,OzmausedthelastofthePowdertobringtheFlyingGumptolife;butassoonasithadcarriedherawayfromherenemiestheGumpwastakenapart,soitdoesn’texistanymore."

           "It’stoobadthePowderofLifewasallusedup,"remarkedtheshaggyman;"itwouldbeahandythingtohavearound."

           "Iamnotsosureofthat,sir,"answeredtheTinWoodman."AwhileagothecrookedSorcererwhoinventedtheMagicPowderfelldownaprecipiceandwaskilled.Allhispossessionswenttoarelative—anoldwomannamedDyna,wholivesintheEmeraldCity.ShewenttothemountainswheretheSorcererhadlivedandbroughtawayeverythingshethoughtofvalue.AmongthemwasasmallbottleofthePowderofLife;butofcourseDynadidn’tknowitwasaMagicPowder,atall.Ithappenedshehadoncehadabigbluebearforapet;butthebearchokedtodeathonafishboneoneday,andsheloveditsodearlythatDynamadearugofitsskin,leavingtheheadandfourpawsonthehide.Shekepttherugonthefloorofherfrontparlor."

           "I’veseenrugslikethat,"saidtheshaggyman,nodding,"butneveronemadefromabluebear.