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Chapter 5 The Rescue of the Tin Woodman

  • 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.