The horns did not seem very terrible, for they were not more than six inches long; but they were ivory white and sharp pointed, and no wonder the Hoppers feared them.
The skins of the Horners were light brown, but they wore snow-white robes and were bare-footed.

Dorothy thought the most striking thing about them was their hair, which grew in three distinct colors on each and every head--red, yellow and green.

The red was at the bottom and sometimes hung over their eyes; then came a broad circle of yellow and the green was at the top and formed a brush-shaped top-knot.
None of the Horners was yet aware of the presence of strangers, who watched the little brown people for a time and then went to the big gate in the center of the dividing fence.

It was locked on both sides and over the latch was a sign reading: "WAR IS DECLARED" "Can't we go through ?" asked Dorothy.
"Not now," answered the Champion.
"I think," said the Scarecrow, "that if I could talk with those Horners they would apologize to you, and then there would be no need to fight." "Can't you talk from this side ?" asked the Champion.
"Not so well," replied the Scarecrow.

"Do you suppose you could throw me over that fence?
It is high, but I am very light." "We can try it," said the Hopper.