"If so, tell me what to do, and I'll do it." For a few moments Glinda did not reply, but sat musing over the records.

Then she said: "I am going to send you to Jinxland, to protect Trot and Button-Bright and Cap'n Bill." "All right," answered the Scarecrow in a cheerful voice.

"I know Button-Bright already, for he has been in the Land of Oz before.

You remember he went away from the Land of Oz in one of our Wizard's big bubbles." "Yes," said Glinda, "I remember that." Then she carefully instructed the Scarecrow what to do and gave him certain magical things which he placed in the pockets of his ragged Munchkin coat.
"As you have no need to sleep," said she, "you may as well start at once." "The night is the same as day to me," he replied, "except that I cannot see my way so well in the dark." "I will furnish a light to guide you," promised the Sorceress.
So the Scarecrow bade her good-bye and at once started on his journey.
By morning he had reached the mountains that separated the Quadling Country from Jinxland.

The sides of these mountains were too steep to climb, but the Scarecrow took a small rope from his pocket and tossed one end upward, into the air.