The Tin Woodman of Oz

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Baum Lyman Frank. The Tin Woodman of Oz

TO MY READERS

Woot the Wanderer. CHAPTER 1

The Heart of the Tin Woodman. CHAPTER 2

Roundabout. CHAPTER 3

The Loons of Loonville. CHAPTER 4

Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess. CHAPTER 5

The Magic of a Yookoohoo. CHAPTER 6

The Lace Apron. CHAPTER 7

The Menace of the Forest. CHAPTER 8

The Quarrelsome Dragons. CHAPTER 9

Tommy Kwikstep. CHAPTER 10

Jinjur's Ranch. CHAPTER 11

Ozma and Dorothy. CHAPTER 12

The Restoration. CHAPTER 13

The Green Monkey. CHAPTER 14

The Man of Tin. CHAPTER 15

Captain Fyter. CHAPTER 16

The Workshop of Ku-Klip. CHAPTER 17

The Tin Woodman Talks to Himself. CHAPTER 18

The Invisible Country. CHAPTER 19

Over Night. CHAPTER 20

Polychrome's Magic. CHAPTER 21

Nimmie Amee. CHAPTER 22

Through the Tunnel. CHAPTER 23

The Curtain Falls. CHAPTER 24

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The Tin Woodman sat on his glittering tin throne in the handsome tin hall of his splendid tin castle in the Winkie Country of the Land of Oz. Beside him, in a chair of woven straw, sat his best friend, the Scarecrow of Oz. At times they spoke to one another of curious things they had seen and strange adventures they had known since first they two had met and become comrades. But at times they were silent, for these things had been talked over many times between them, and they found themselves contented in merely being together, speaking now and then a brief sentence to prove they were wide awake and attentive. But then, these two quaint persons never slept. Why should they sleep, when they never tired?

And now, as the brilliant sun sank low over the Winkie Country of Oz, tinting the glistening tin towers and tin minarets of the tin castle with glorious sunset hues, there approached along a winding pathway Woot the Wanderer, who met at the castle entrance a Winkie servant.

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"Your friend must have been a wonderful workman!" exclaimed Woot.

"He was, indeed," admitted the Emperor. "He was a tinsmith by trade and could make anything out of tin. When I returned to Nimmie Amee, the girl was delighted and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, declaring she was proud of me. The Witch saw the kiss and was more angry than before. When I went to work in the forest, next day, my axe, being still enchanted, slipped and cut off my other leg. Again I hopped – on my tin leg – to my friend the tinsmith, who kindly made me another tin leg and fastened it to my body. So I returned joyfully to Nimmie Amee, who was much pleased with my glittering legs and promised that when we were wed she would always keep them oiled and polished. But the Witch was more furious than ever, and as soon as I raised my axe to chop, it twisted around and cut off one of my arms. The tinsmith made me a tin arm and I was not much worried, because Nimmie Amee declared she still loved me."

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