The Mist Maidens From the top of the hill Ozma and Dorothy looked down into the valley beyond and were surprised to find it filled with a floating mist that was as dense as smoke.

Nothing in the valley was visible except these rolling waves of mist, but beyond, on the other side, rose a grassy hill that appeared quite beautiful.
"Well," said Dorothy, "what are we to do, Ozma?
Walk down into that thick fog, an' prob'bly get lost in it, or wait till it clears away ?" "I'm not sure it will clear away, however long we wait," replied Ozma, doubtfully.

"If we wish to get on, I think we must venture into the mist." "But we can't see where we're going, or what we're stepping on," protested Dorothy.

"There may be dreadful things mixed up in that fog, an' I'm scared just to think of wading into it." Even Ozma seemed to hesitate.

She was silent and thoughtful for a little while, looking at the rolling drifts that were so gray and forbidding.