the rescue of the tin woodman
when dorothy awoke the sun was shining through the trees and toto had long been out chasing birds around him and squirrels. she sat up and looked around her. scarecrow, still standing patiently in his er, 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 after the dust of the road, and to drink, so the dry bread will not sti my throat.”
"it must be inveo be made of flesh," said the scarecrow thoughtfully, "for you must sleep, a and drink. however, you have brains, 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 little spring 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 thankful the scare- crow did not have to eat anything, for there was scarcely enough for herself and toto for the day.
when she had finished her meal, and was about to go back to the road of yellow brick, she was startled to hear a deep groan near by.
"what was that?" she asked timidly.
"i agine," replied the scarecrow; "but we go and see.”
just then anroan reached their ears, and the sound seemed to e from behind them. they turned and walked through the forest a few steps, when dorothy discovered something shining in a ray of sunshihat fell betweerees. she ran to the plad then stopped short, with a little cry of surprise.
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 head and arms and legs were jointed upon his body, but he stood perfectly motionless, as if he could not stir at all.
dorothy looked at him in amazement, and so did the scare- crow, while toto barked 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. ive been groaning for more than a year, and no one has ever heard me before or e to help me.”
"what i do for you?" she inquired softly, for she was moved by the sad voi which the man spoke.
"get an oil- and oil my joints," he answered. "they are rusted so badly that i ove them at all; if i am well oiled i shall soon be all right again. you will find an oil- on a shelf in my cottage.”
dorothy at once ran back to the
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