They could see nothing around them, for the rocks beside their path were higher than their heads.

Nor could they see far in front of them, because the path was so crooked.

But suddenly they stopped, because the path ended and there was no place to go.

Ahead was a big rock lying against the side of the mountain, and this blocked the way completely.
"There wouldn't be a path, though, if it didn't go somewhere," said the Scarecrow, wrinkling his forehead in deep thought.
"This is somewhere, isn't it ?" asked the Patchwork Girl, laughing at the bewildered looks of the others.
"The path is locked, the way is blocked, Yet here we've innocently flocked; And now we're here it's rather queer There's no front door that can be knocked." "Please don't, Scraps," said Ojo.

"You make me nervous." "Well," said Dorothy, "I'm glad of a little rest, for that's a drea'ful steep path." As she spoke she leaned against the edge of the big rock that stood in their way.