The trees towered as high as natural live oaks do and were of exquisite workmanship.
On the ground were thickly strewn precious gems of every hue and size, while here and there among the trees were paths pebbled with cut diamonds of the clearest water.

Taken all together, more treasure was gathered in this Metal Forest than is contained in all the rest of the world--if we except the land of Oz, where perhaps its value is equalled in the famous Emerald City.
Our friends were so amazed at the sight that for a while they stood gazing in silent wonder.

Then Shaggy exclaimed.
"My brother! My dear lost brother! Is he indeed a prisoner in this place ?" "Yes," replied Kaliko.

"The Ugly One has been here for two or three years, to my positive knowledge." "But what could he find to eat ?" inquired Betsy.

"It's an awfully swell place to live in, but one can't breakfast on rubies and di'monds, or even gold." "One doesn't need to, my dear," Kaliko assured her.