When one comes to the edge of Oz, in any direction, there is nothing more to be seen at all.

Once you could see sandy desert all around Oz; but now it's diff'rent, and no other people can see us, any more than we can see them." "If the mountain is under Ozma's rule, why doesn't she know about the Hoppers and the Horners ?" Ojo asked.
"Why, it's a fairyland," explained Dorothy, "and lots of queer people live in places so tucked away that those in the Emerald City never even hear of 'em.

In the middle of the country it's diff'rent, but when you get around the edges you're sure to run into strange little corners that surprise you.

I know, for I've traveled in Oz a good deal, and so has the Scarecrow." "Yes," admitted the straw man, "I've been considerable of a traveler, in my time, and I like to explore strange places.

I find I learn much more by traveling than by staying at home." During this conversation they had been walking up the steep pathway and now found themselves well up on the mountain.