s. The road was still paved with yellow brick, but these were much covered by dr

nd then there came a deep growl from some wild animal hidden among the trees. These sounds made the little girl's heart beat f

be," the child aske

are out of

ng journey through a dangerous country, although nearer to the city where Oz dwells the country is beautiful. But I am not afraid so long as I have my

e girl anxiously. "W

selves if he is in danger

at the Tin Woodman with his sharp claws. But, to the Lion's surprise, he could make no impression on the tin, although the Woodman fell over in the road and lay still. Little Toto, now that he had an enemy to face, ran barking tow

t to be ashamed of yourself, a big beas

ion, as he rubbed his nose with

she retorted. "You are

ng his head in shame. "I've always

hink of your striking a stuffe

e watched her pick up the Scarecrow and set him up

fed," replied Dorothy

ed the Lion. "It astonished me to see him wh

s made of tin." And she h

arly blunted my cl

ade a cold shiver run down my back. What i

g, Toto," ans

tin, or stuffed?

a-a-a meat dog

that I look at him. No one would think of biting such a litt

thy, looking at the great beast in won

if I roared very loudly every living thing was frightened and got out of my way. Whenever I've met a man I've been awfully scared; but I just roared at him, and he has always run away as fast as he could go. If t

King of Beasts shouldn't be

e tip of his tail. "It is my great sorrow, and makes my life very u

heart disease," s

be," said

to be glad, for it proves you have a heart. For my p

oughtfully, "if I had no hea

ains?" asked

never looked to see

to give me some," remarked the Scarecr

k him to give me a hea

m to send Toto and me back

d give me courage?" as

e could give me brain

heart," said

ack to Kansas,

mind, I'll go with

ply unbearable witho

to keep away the other wild beasts. It seems to me they must be mo

doesn't make me any braver, and as long as I

did not approve this new comrade at first, for he could not forget how nearly he had been crushed between the Lion's gr

ature; and as he walked along he wept several tears of sorrow and regret. These tears ran slowly down his face and over the hinges of his jaw, and there they rusted. When Dorothy presently asked him a question the Tin Woodman could not open his mouth, for his jaws were tightly rusted together. He became

p. For if I should kill another bug or beetle I should surely

nt toiling by he would step over it, so as not to harm it. The Tin Woodman knew very well

nd need never do wrong; but I have no heart, and so I must be very