At daybreak Tip was awakened by the Pumpkinhead. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, bathed in a little brook, and then ate a portion of his bread and cheese. Having thus prepared for a new day the boy said: 'Let us start at once.
Nine miles is quite a distance, but we ought to reach the Emerald City by noon if no accidents happen. ' So the Pumpkinhead was again perched upon the back of the Saw-Horse and the journey was resumed.
Tip noticed that the purple tint of the grass and trees had now faded to a dull lavender, and before long this lavender appeared to take on a greenish tinge that gradually brightened as they drew nearer to the great City where the Scarecrow ruled.
The little party had traveled but a short two miles upon their way when the road of yellow brick was parted by a broad and swift river.
Tip was puzzled how to cross over; but after a time he discovered a man in a ferry-boat approaching from the other side of the stream. When the man reached the bank Tip asked: 'Will you row us to the other side?
' 'Yes, if you have money,' returned the ferryman, whose face looked cross and disagreeable. 'But I have no money,' said Tip. 'None at all? ' inquired the man. 'None at all,' answered the boy. 'Then I’ll not break my back rowing you over,' said the ferryman, decidedly.
'What a nice man! ' remarked the Pumpkinhead, smilingly. The ferryman stared at him, but made no reply. Tip was trying to think, for it was a great disappointment to him to find his journey so suddenly brought to an end.
'I must certainly get to the Emerald City,' he said to the boatman; 'but how can I cross