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"There was one of the
Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all
my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon as I could earn
enough money to build a better house for her; so I set to work harder than
ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her to marry
anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do
the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch
of the East, and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the
marriage. Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was
chopping away at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house
and my wife as soon 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 could not do very well as a
wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him make me a new leg out of
tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to it. But my action
angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for she had promised the old woman I
should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began chopping again, 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 my
arms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with
tin ones. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and
at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to
come along, 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 to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe
slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two
halves. Once more the tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin,
fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that
I could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so
that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I
married her or not. I suppose she is still 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 did not matter now
if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only one
danger--that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and
took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day
when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I
thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the
woods until you came to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but
during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I
had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest
man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am
resolved to ask Oz to give me one. 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 the Tin Woodman,
and now they knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart. />

"There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch of the East, and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage. Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping away at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house and my wife as soon 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 could not do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him make me a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to it. But my action angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for she had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began chopping again, 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 my arms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come along, 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 to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves. Once more the tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin, fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she is still 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 did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only one danger--that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the woods until you came to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one. 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 the Tin Woodman, and now they knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart.

At the next halt Hooja the Sly One managed to
find enough slack chain to permit him to worm himself back quite close to
Dian. We were all standing, and as he edged near the girl she turned her
back upon him in such a truly earthly feminine manner that I could scarce
repress a smile; but it was a short-lived smile for on the instant the Sly
One's hand fell upon the girl's bare arm, jerking her roughly toward
him.

I was not then familiar with the customs or
social ethics which prevailed within Pellucidar; but even so I did not
need the appealing look which the girl shot to me from her magnificent
eyes to influence my subsequent act. What the Sly One's intention was I
paused not to inquire; but instead, before he could lay hold of her with
his other hand, I placed a right to the point of his jaw that felled him
in his tracks.

A roar of approval went up from
those of the other prisoners and the Sagoths who had witnessed the brief
drama; not, as I later learned, because I had championed the girl, but for
the neat and, to them, astounding method by which I had bested
Hooja.

And the girl? At first
she looked at me with wide, wondering eyes, and then she dropped her head,
her face half averted, and a delicate flush suffused her cheek. For a
moment she stood thus in silence, and then her head went high, and she
turned her back upon me as she had upon Hooja. Some of the prisoners
laughed, and I saw the face of Ghak the Hairy One go very black as he
looked at me searchingly. And what I could see of Dian's cheek went
suddenly from red to white.

Immediately after we
resumed the march, and though I realized that in some way I had offended
Dian the Beautiful I could not prevail upon her to talk with me that I
might learn wherein I had erred—in fact I might quite as well have been
addressing a sphinx for all the attention I got. At last my own foolish
pride stepped in and prevented my making any further attempts, and thus a
companionship that without my realizing it had come to mean a great deal
to me was cut off. Thereafter I confined my conversation to Perry. Hooja
did not renew his advances toward the girl, nor did he again venture near
me.

Again the weary and apparently interminable
marching became a perfect nightmare of horrors to me. The more firmly
fixed became the realization that the girl's friendship had meant so much
to me, the more I came to miss it; and the more impregnable the barrier of
silly pride. But I was very young and would not ask Ghak for the
explanation which I was sure he could give, and that might have made
everything all right again.

On the march, or during
halts, Dian refused consistently to notice me—when her eyes wandered in my
direction she looked either over my head or directly through me. At last I
became desperate, and determined to swallow my self-esteem, and again beg
her to tell me how I had offended, and how I might make reparation. I made
up my mind that I should do this at the next halt. We were approaching
another range of mountains at the time, and when we reached them, instead
of winding across them through some high-flung pass we entered a mighty
natural tunnel—a series of labyrinthine grottoes, dark as Erebus. />

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The guards had no
torches or light of any description. In fact we had seen no artificial
light or sign of fire since we had entered Pellucidar. In a land of
perpetual noon there is no need of light above ground, yet I marveled that
they had no means of lighting their way through these dark, subterranean
passages. So we crept along at a snail's pace, with much stumbling and
falling—the guards keeping up a singsong chant ahead of us, interspersed
with certain high notes which I found always indicated rough places and
turns.

Halts were now more frequent, but I did not
wish to speak to Dian until I could see from the expression of her face
how she was receiving my apologies. At last a faint glow ahead forewarned
us of the end of the tunnel, for which I for one was devoutly thankful.
Then at a sudden turn we emerged into the full light of the noonday
sun.

But with it came a sudden realization of what
meant to me a real catastrophe—Dian was gone, and with her a half-dozen
other prisoners. The guards saw it too, and the ferocity of their rage was
terrible to behold. Their awesome, bestial faces were contorted in the
most diabolical expressions, as they accused each other of responsibility
for the loss. Finally they fell upon us, beating us with their spear
shafts, and hatchets. They had already killed two near the head of the
line, and were like to have finished the balance of us when their leader
finally put a stop to the brutal slaughter. Never in all my life had I
witnessed a more horrible exhibition of bestial rage—I thanked God that
Dian had not been one of those left to endure it.
/>"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land,
all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us,
him we punished or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that.
They preferred to get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare
and administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand
satisfactions and delights. And I was Professor Smith in those
days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very
popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me
talk about the books other men had written.

"And I
was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft,
because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and
dressed in the softest garments—

"He surveyed
his mangy goat-skin with disgust.

"We did not wear such
things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were
most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never
wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."

At the next halt Hooja the Sly One managed to find enough slack chain to permit him to worm himself back quite close to Dian. We were all standing, and as he edged near the girl she turned her back upon him in such a truly earthly feminine manner that I could scarce repress a smile; but it was a short-lived smile for on the instant the Sly One's hand fell upon the girl's bare arm, jerking her roughly toward him.

I was not then familiar with the customs or social ethics which prevailed within Pellucidar; but even so I did not need the appealing look which the girl shot to me from her magnificent eyes to influence my subsequent act. What the Sly One's intention was I paused not to inquire; but instead, before he could lay hold of her with his other hand, I placed a right to the point of his jaw that felled him in his tracks.

A roar of approval went up from those of the other prisoners and the Sagoths who had witnessed the brief drama; not, as I later learned, because I had championed the girl, but for the neat and, to them, astounding method by which I had bested Hooja.

And the girl? At first she looked at me with wide, wondering eyes, and then she dropped her head, her face half averted, and a delicate flush suffused her cheek. For a moment she stood thus in silence, and then her head went high, and she turned her back upon me as she had upon Hooja. Some of the prisoners laughed, and I saw the face of Ghak the Hairy One go very black as he looked at me searchingly. And what I could see of Dian's cheek went suddenly from red to white.

Immediately after we resumed the march, and though I realized that in some way I had offended Dian the Beautiful I could not prevail upon her to talk with me that I might learn wherein I had erred—in fact I might quite as well have been addressing a sphinx for all the attention I got. At last my own foolish pride stepped in and prevented my making any further attempts, and thus a companionship that without my realizing it had come to mean a great deal to me was cut off. Thereafter I confined my conversation to Perry. Hooja did not renew his advances toward the girl, nor did he again venture near me.

Again the weary and apparently interminable marching became a perfect nightmare of horrors to me. The more firmly fixed became the realization that the girl's friendship had meant so much to me, the more I came to miss it; and the more impregnable the barrier of silly pride. But I was very young and would not ask Ghak for the explanation which I was sure he could give, and that might have made everything all right again.

On the march, or during halts, Dian refused consistently to notice me—when her eyes wandered in my direction she looked either over my head or directly through me. At last I became desperate, and determined to swallow my self-esteem, and again beg her to tell me how I had offended, and how I might make reparation. I made up my mind that I should do this at the next halt. We were approaching another range of mountains at the time, and when we reached them, instead of winding across them through some high-flung pass we entered a mighty natural tunnel—a series of labyrinthine grottoes, dark as Erebus.

The guards had no torches or light of any description. In fact we had seen no artificial light or sign of fire since we had entered Pellucidar. In a land of perpetual noon there is no need of light above ground, yet I marveled that they had no means of lighting their way through these dark, subterranean passages. So we crept along at a snail's pace, with much stumbling and falling—the guards keeping up a singsong chant ahead of us, interspersed with certain high notes which I found always indicated rough places and turns.

Halts were now more frequent, but I did not wish to speak to Dian until I could see from the expression of her face how she was receiving my apologies. At last a faint glow ahead forewarned us of the end of the tunnel, for which I for one was devoutly thankful. Then at a sudden turn we emerged into the full light of the noonday sun.

But with it came a sudden realization of what meant to me a real catastrophe—Dian was gone, and with her a half-dozen other prisoners. The guards saw it too, and the ferocity of their rage was terrible to behold. Their awesome, bestial faces were contorted in the most diabolical expressions, as they accused each other of responsibility for the loss. Finally they fell upon us, beating us with their spear shafts, and hatchets. They had already killed two near the head of the line, and were like to have finished the balance of us when their leader finally put a stop to the brutal slaughter. Never in all my life had I witnessed a more horrible exhibition of bestial rage—I thanked God that Dian had not been one of those left to endure it.

"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights. And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had written.

"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments—

"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.

"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."

Without saying a word, Queequeg, in his wild
sort of way, jumped upon the bulwarks, from thence into the bows of one of
the whale-boats hanging to the side; and then bracing his left knee, and
poising his harpoon, cried out in some such way as this:— />
"Cap'ain, you see him small drop tar on water dere? You
see him? well, spose him one whale eye, well, den!" and taking sharp aim
at it, he darted the iron right over old Bildad's broad brim, clean across
the ship's decks, and struck the glistening tar spot out of sight. />
"Now," said Queequeg, quietly hauling in the line,
"spos-ee him whale-e eye; why, dad whale dead."
/>"Quick, Bildad," said Peleg, his partner, who, aghast at the close
vicinity of the flying harpoon, had retreated towards the cabin gangway.
"Quick, I say, you Bildad, and get the ship's papers. We must have
Hedgehog there, I mean Quohog, in one of our boats. Look ye, Quohog, we'll
give ye the ninetieth lay, and that's more than ever was given a
harpooneer yet out of Nantucket."

So down we went
into the cabin, and to my great joy Queequeg was soon enrolled among the
same ship's company to which I myself belonged.
/>When all preliminaries were over and Peleg had got everything ready
for signing, he turned to me and said, "I guess, Quohog there don't know
how to write, does he? I say, Quohog, blast ye! dost thou sign thy name or
make thy mark?"

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But at this question,
Queequeg, who had twice or thrice before taken part in similar ceremonies,
looked no ways abashed; but taking the offered pen, copied upon the paper,
in the proper place, an exact counterpart of a queer round figure which
was tattooed upon his arm; so that through Captain Peleg's obstinate
mistake touching his appellative, it stood something like this:— />Quohog. his X mark.

Meanwhile Captain Bildad
sat earnestly and steadfastly eyeing Queequeg, and at last rising solemnly
and fumbling in the huge pockets of his broad-skirted drab coat, took out
a bundle of tracts, and selecting one entitled "The Latter Day Coming; or
No Time to Lose," placed it in Queequeg's hands, and then grasping them
and the book with both his, looked earnestly into his eyes, and said, "Son
of darkness, I must do my duty by thee; I am part owner of this ship, and
feel concerned for the souls of all its crew; if thou still clingest to
thy Pagan ways, which I sadly fear, I beseech thee, remain not for aye a
Belial bondsman. Spurn the idol Bell, and the hideous dragon; turn from
the wrath to come; mind thine eye, I say; oh! goodness gracious! steer
clear of the fiery pit!"

Something of the salt sea
yet lingered in old Bildad's language, heterogeneously mixed with
Scriptural and domestic phrases.

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