This attention seemed to please the old sailor, who patted the heads of the children kindly and then, raising his hat to the woman, he inquired: "Can you tell us, madam, just what country this is ?" She stared hard at all three of the strangers as she replied briefly: "Jinxland." "Oh!" exclaimed Cap'n Bill, with a puzzled look.

"And where is Jinxland, please ?" "In the Quadling Country," said she.
"What!" cried Trot, in sudden excitement.

"Do you mean to say this is the Quadling Country of the Land of Oz ?" "To be sure I do," the woman answered.

"Every bit of land that is surrounded by the great desert is the Land of Oz, as you ought to know as well as I do; but I'm sorry to say that Jinxland is separated from the rest of the Quadling Country by that row of high mountains you see yonder, which have such steep sides that no one can cross them.

So we live here all by ourselves, and are ruled by our own King, instead of by Ozma of Oz." "I've been to the Land of Oz before," said Button-Bright, "but I've never been here." "Did you ever hear of Jinxland before ?" asked Trot.
"No," said Button-Bright.
"It is on the Map of Oz, though," asserted the woman, "and it's a fine country, I assure you.