Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly interested in the story of the
Tin 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 a heart;
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 make
one happy, and happiness is the best thing in the world.''
Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzzled to know which of her two friends
was right, and she decided if she could only get back to Kansas and Aunt Em, it
did not matter so much whether the Woodman had no brains and the Scarecrow no heart,
or each got what he wanted.
What worried her most was that the bread was nearly gone, and another meal for
herself and Toto would empty the basket. To be sure neither the Woodman nor the
Scarecrow ever ate anything, but she was not made of tin nor straw, and could not
live unless she was fed.
6. The Cowardly Lion
All this time Dorothy and her companions had been walking through the thick woods.
The road was still paved with yellow brick, but these were much covered by dried
branches and dead leaves from the trees, and the walking was not at all good.
There were few birds in this part of the forest, for birds love the open country
where there is plenty of sunshine. But now and then there came a deep growl from
some wild animal hidden among the trees. These sounds made the little girl's heart
beat fast, for she did not know what made them; but Toto knew, and he walked close
to Dorothy's side, and did not even bark in return.
''How long will it be,'' the child asked of the Tin Woodman, ''before we are
out of the forest?''
''I cannot tell,'' was the answer, ''for I have never been to the Emerald City.
But my father went there once, when I was a boy, and he said it was a long 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 oil - can, and nothing can
hurt the Scarecrow, while you bear upon your forehead the mark of the Good Witch's
kiss, and that will protect you from harm.''
''But Toto!'' said the girl anxiously. ''What will protect him?''
''We must protect him ourselves if he is in danger,'' replied the Tin Woodman.
Just as he spoke there came from the forest a terrible roar, and the next moment
a great Lion bounded into the road. With one blow of his paw he sent the Scarecrow
spinning over and over to the edge of the road, and then he struck 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 toward the Lion, and
the great beast had opened his mouth to bite the dog, when Dorothy, fearing Toto
would be killed, and heedless of danger, rushed forward and slapped the Lion upon
his nose as hard as she could, while she cried out:
''Don't you dare to bite Toto! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a big beast
like you, to bite a poor little dog!''
''I didn't bite him,'' said the Lion, as he rubbed his nose with his paw where
Dorothy had hit it.
''No, but you tried to,'' she retorted. ''You are nothing but a big coward.''
''I know it,'' said the Lion, hanging his head in shame. ''I've always known
it. But how can I help it?''
''I don't know, I'm sure. To think of your striking a stuffed man, like the poor
''Is he stuffed?'' asked the Lion in surprise, as he watched her pick up the
Scarecrow and set him upon his feet, while she patted him into shape again.
''Of course he's stuffed,'' replied Dorothy, who was still angry.
''That's why he went over so easily,'' remarked the Lion. ''It astonished me
to see him whirl around so. Is the other one stuffed also?''
''No,'' said Dorothy, ''he's made of tin.'' And she helped the Woodman up again.
''That's why he nearly blunted my claws,'' said the Lion. ''When they scratched
against the tin it made a cold shiver run down my back. What is that little animal
you are so tender of?''
''He is my dog, Toto,'' answered Dorothy.
''Is he made of tin, or stuffed?'' asked the Lion.
''Neither. He's a - a - a meat dog,'' said the girl.
''Oh! He's a curious animal and seems remarkably small, now that I look at him.
No one would think of biting such a little thing, except a coward like me,'' continued
the Lion sadly.
''What makes you a coward?'' asked Dorothy, looking at the great beast in wonder,
for he was as big as a small horse.
''It's a mystery,'' replied the Lion. ''I suppose I was born that way. All the
other animals in the forest naturally expect me to be brave, for the Lion is everywhere
thought to be the King of Beasts. I learned that 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 the elephants and the tigers and the bears had ever tried to fight me, I
should have run myself - I'm such a coward; but just as soon as they hear me roar
they all try to get away from me, and of course I let them go.''
''But that isn't right. The King of Beasts shouldn't be a coward,'' said the
''I know it,'' returned the Lion, wiping a tear from his eye with the tip of
his tail. ''It is my great sorrow, and makes my life very unhappy. But whenever
there is danger, my heart begins to beat fast.''
''Perhaps you have heart disease,'' said the Tin Woodman.
''It may be,'' said the Lion.
''If you have,'' continued the Tin Woodman, ''you ought to be glad, for it proves
you have a heart. For my part, I have no heart; so I cannot have heart disease.''
''Perhaps,'' said the Lion thoughtfully, ''if I had no heart I should not be
''Have you brains?'' asked the Scarecrow.
''I suppose so. I've never looked to see,'' replied the Lion.
''I am going to the Great Oz to ask him to give me some,'' remarked the Scarecrow,
''for my head is stuffed with straw.''
''And I am going to ask him to give me a heart,'' said the Woodman.
''And I am going to ask him to send Toto and me back to Kansas,'' added Dorothy.
''Do you think Oz could give me courage?'' asked the Cowardly Lion.
''Just as easily as he could give me brains,'' said the Scarecrow.
''Or give me a heart,'' said the Tin Woodman.
''Or send me back to Kansas,'' said Dorothy.
''Then, if you don't mind, I'll go with you,'' said the Lion, ''for my life is
simply unbearable without a bit of courage.''
''You will be very welcome,'' answered Dorothy, ''for you will help to keep away
the other wild beasts. It seems to me they must be more cowardly than you are if
they allow you to scare them so easily.''
''They really are,'' said the Lion, ''but that doesn't make me any braver, and
as long as I know myself to be a coward I shall be unhappy.''
So once more the little company set off upon the journey, the Lion walking with
stately strides at Dorothy's side. Toto did not approve this new comrade at first,
for he could not forget how nearly he had been crushed between the Lion's great
jaws. But after a time he became more at ease, and presently Toto and the Cowardly
Lion had grown to be good friends.
During the rest of that day there was no other adventure to mar the peace of
their journey. Once, indeed, the Tin Woodman stepped upon a beetle that was crawling
along the road, and killed the poor little thing. This made the Tin Woodman very
unhappy, for he was always careful not to hurt any living creature; 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 greatly frightened at this and made many motions
to Dorothy to relieve him, but she could not understand. The Lion was also puzzled
to know what was wrong. But the Scarecrow seized the oil - can from Dorothy's basket
and oiled the Woodman's jaws, so that after a few moments he could talk as well
''This will serve me a lesson,'' said he, ''to look where I step. For if I should
kill another bug or beetle I should surely cry again, and crying rusts my jaws so
that I cannot speak.''