When Dorothy awoke the sun was shining through the trees and Toto had lon_een out chasing birds around him and squirrels. She sat up and looked aroun_er. Scarecrow, still standing patiently in his corner, waiting for her.
"We must go and search for water," she said to him.
"Why do you want water?" he asked.
"To wash my face clean after the dust of the road, and to drink, so the dr_read will not stick in my throat."
"It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh," said the Scarecro_houghtfully, "for you must sleep, and eat and drink. However, you hav_rains, and it is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly."
They left the cottage and walked through the trees until they found a littl_pring of clear water, where Dorothy drank and bathed and ate her breakfast.
She saw there was not much bread left in the basket, and the girl was thankfu_he Scarecrow did not have to eat anything, for there was scarcely enough fo_erself and Toto for the day.
When she had finished her meal, and was about to go back to the road of yello_rick, she was startled to hear a deep groan near by.
"What was that?" she asked timidly.
"I cannot imagine," replied the Scarecrow; "but we can go and see."
Just then another groan reached their ears, and the sound seemed to come fro_ehind them. They turned and walked through the forest a few steps, whe_orothy discovered something shining in a ray of sunshine that fell betwee_he trees. She ran to the place and then stopped short, with a little cry o_urprise.
One of the big trees had been partly chopped through, and standing beside it, with an uplifted axe in his hands, was a man made entirely of tin. His hea_nd arms and legs were jointed upon his body, but he stood perfectl_otionless, as if he could not stir at all.
Dorothy looked at him in amazement, and so did the Scarecrow, while Tot_arked sharply and made a snap at the tin legs, which hurt his teeth.
"Did you groan?" asked Dorothy.
"Yes," answered the tin man, "I did. I've been groaning for more than a year, and no one has ever heard me before or come to help me."
"What can I do for you?" she inquired softly, for she was moved by the sa_oice in which the man spoke.
"Get an oil-can and oil my joints," he answered. "They are rusted so badl_hat I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon be all righ_gain. You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage."
Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can, and then sh_eturned and asked anxiously, "Where are your joints?"
"Oil my neck, first," replied the Tin Woodman. So she oiled it, and as it wa_uite badly rusted the Scarecrow took hold of the tin head and moved it gentl_rom side to side until it worked freely, and then the man could turn i_imself.
"Now oil the joints in my arms," he said. And Dorothy oiled them and th_carecrow bent them carefully until they were quite free from rust and as goo_s new.
The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe, which h_eaned against the tree.
"This is a great comfort," he said. "I have been holding that axe in the ai_ver since I rusted, and I'm glad to be able to put it down at last. Now, i_ou will oil the joints of my legs, I shall be all right once more."
So they oiled his legs until he could move them freely; and he thanked the_gain and again for his release, for he seemed a very polite creature, an_ery grateful.
"I might have stood there always if you had not come along," he said; "so yo_ave certainly saved my life. How did you happen to be here?"
"We are on our way to the Emerald City to see the Great Oz," she answered,
"and we stopped at your cottage to pass the night."
"Why do you wish to see Oz?" he asked.
"I want him to send me back to Kansas, and the Scarecrow wants him to put _ew brains into his head," she replied.
The Tin Woodman appeared to think deeply for a moment. Then he said:
"Do you suppose Oz could give me a heart?"
"Why, I guess so," Dorothy answered. "It would be as easy as to give th_carecrow brains."
"True," the Tin Woodman returned. "So, if you will allow me to join you_arty, I will also go to the Emerald City and ask Oz to help me."
"Come along," said the Scarecrow heartily, and Dorothy added that she would b_leased to have his company. So the Tin Woodman shouldered his axe and the_ll passed through the forest until they came to the road that was paved wit_ellow brick.
The Tin Woodman had asked Dorothy to put the oil-can in her basket. "For," h_aid, "if I should get caught in the rain, and rust again, I would need th_il-can badly."
It was a bit of good luck to have their new comrade join the party, for soo_fter they had begun their journey again they came to a place where the tree_nd branches grew so thick over the road that the travelers could not pass.
But the Tin Woodman set to work with his axe and chopped so well that soon h_leared a passage for the entire party.
Dorothy was thinking so earnestly as they walked along that she did not notic_hen the Scarecrow stumbled into a hole and rolled over to the side of th_oad. Indeed he was obliged to call to her to help him up again.
"Why didn't you walk around the hole?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"I don't know enough," replied the Scarecrow cheerfully. "My head is stuffe_ith straw, you know, and that is why I am going to Oz to ask him for som_rains."
"Oh, I see," said the Tin Woodman. "But, after all, brains are not the bes_hings in the world."
"Have you any?" inquired the Scarecrow.
"No, my head is quite empty," answered the Woodman. "But once I had brains, and a heart also; so, having tried them both, I should much rather have _eart."
"And why is that?" asked the Scarecrow.
"I will tell you my story, and then you will know."
So, while they were walking through the forest, the Tin Woodman told th_ollowing story:
"I was born the son of a woodman who chopped down trees in the forest and sol_he wood for a living. When I grew up, I too became a woodchopper, and afte_y father died I took care of my old mother as long as she lived. Then I mad_p my mind that instead of living alone I would marry, so that I might no_ecome lonely.
"There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew t_ove her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon a_ could earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I set to wor_arder than ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her t_arry anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her an_o the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch o_he East, and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent th_arriage. Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was choppin_way at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house and my wife a_oon as possible, the axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg.
"This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man coul_ot do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him mak_e a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to it. Bu_y action angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for she had promised the ol_oman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began choppin_gain, my axe slipped and cut off my right leg. Again I went to the tinsmith, and again he made me a leg out of tin. After this the enchanted axe cut off m_rms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with ti_nes. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and a_irst I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to com_long, and he made me a new head out of tin.
"I thought I had beaten the Wicked Witch then, and I worked harder than ever; but I little knew how cruel my enemy could be. She thought of a new way t_ill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, s_hat it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves. Once more th_insmith came to my help and made me a body of tin, fastening my tin arms an_egs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I could move around as wel_s ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so that I lost all my love for th_unchkin girl, and did not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she i_till living with the old woman, waiting for me to come after her.
"My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and it di_ot matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only on_anger—that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and too_are to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day when _orgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I thought of th_anger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the woods until yo_ame to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but during the year _tood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was th_oss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but n_ne can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give m_ne. If he does, I will go back to the Munchkin maiden and marry her."
Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly interested in the story of th_in Woodman, and now they knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart.
"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "I shall ask for brains instead of _eart; for a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had one."
"I shall take the heart," returned the Tin Woodman; "for brains do not mak_ne happy, and happiness is the best thing in the world."
Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzzled to know which of her tw_riends was right, and she decided if she could only get back to Kansas an_unt Em, it did not matter so much whether the Woodman had no brains and th_carecrow no heart, or each got what he wanted.
What worried her most was that the bread was nearly gone, and another meal fo_erself and Toto would empty the basket. To be sure neither the Woodman no_he Scarecrow ever ate anything, but she was not made of tin nor straw, an_ould not live unless she was fed.