铁皮樵夫的获救
当多萝西醒来时，阳光正穿过树林洒下，托托早就跑出去在周围追逐鸟儿和松鼠了。她坐起身，环顾四周。稻草人仍静静地站在他的角落里，耐心地等着她。
“我们得去找水。”她对他说。
“你为什么要水？”他问。
“好把路上的尘土洗掉，让我脸干净些，也好喝下去，这样干面包就不会卡在喉咙里。”
“用血肉做成一定很不方便，”稻草人若有所思地说，“因为你必须睡觉、吃饭、喝水。不过，你有脑子，能好好思考，这麻烦也算值得。”
他们离开小屋，穿过树林，直到找到一汪清泉。多萝西喝了水，洗了脸，吃了早餐。她发现篮子里剩下的面包不多了，女孩很庆幸稻草人不需要吃东西，因为那点面包勉强够她和托托吃一天。
她吃完饭，正要回到黄砖路去，忽然附近一声低沉的呻吟吓了她一跳。
“那是什么？”她怯生生地问。
“我想不出来，”稻草人回答，“不过我们可以过去看看。”
就在这时，又一声呻吟传入他们耳中，声音似乎来自他们身后。他们转身往森林里走了几步，多萝西忽然看见树间漏下的一缕阳光中，有什么东西闪闪发亮。她跑过去，猛地停住，轻轻惊叫了一声。
一棵大树被砍进去了一半，树旁站着一个完全用铁皮做成的人，手里高举着斧头。他的头、手臂和腿都连接在身体上，但他一动不动，好像根本没法动弹。
多萝西惊讶地看着他，稻草人也是，托托则尖声吠叫，朝铁皮腿咬了一口，却硌疼了牙齿。
“是你呻吟吗？”多萝西问。
“是的，”铁皮人回答，“是我。我已经呻吟了一年多，从没人听见，也没人来帮我。”
“我能为你做什么？”她柔声问道，那悲伤的嗓音让她动了恻隐之心。
“拿个油壶来，给我的关节上油，”他答道，“它们锈得太厉害，我一点也动不了；上足了油，我很快就能好。你会在我小屋的架子上找到一个油壶。”
多萝西立刻跑回小屋找到油壶，回来后焦急地问：“你的关节在哪儿？”
“先给我的脖子加油，”铁皮樵夫说。于是她上了油；因为锈得很厉害，稻草人扶住铁皮脑袋，轻轻左右转动，直到活动自如，那人便能自己转头了。
“现在给我的手臂关节上油，”他说。多萝西照做，稻草人小心地弯了弯，直到锈迹全无，像新的一样。
铁皮樵夫满意地叹了口气，放下斧头，靠在树上。
“真是舒服，”他说，“自从生锈以来，我一直把斧头举在半空，很高兴终于能放下了。现在，如果你们给我的腿关节上油，我就全好了。”
于是他们给他的腿上了油，直到他能自由活动；他一遍又一遍地道谢，因为他看来很有礼貌，也满怀感激。
“若不是你们走来，我可能永远站在那儿，”他说，“你们确实救了我的命。你们怎么会在这里？”
“我们要去翡翠城见伟大的奥兹，”她答道，“昨晚在你的小屋借宿。”
“你们为何想见奥兹？”他问。
“我要他送我回堪萨斯，稻草人要他往自己脑袋里放点脑子。”她回答。
铁皮樵夫似乎沉思了片刻，然后说：
“你觉得奥兹能给我一颗心吗？”
“嗯，我想可以，”多萝西答，“那和给稻草人脑子一样容易。”
“说得对，”铁皮樵夫回道，“所以，如果你们允许我加入，我也要去翡翠城，请奥兹帮我。”
“一起来吧，”稻草人热忱地说，多萝西也补了一句，说很高兴有他作伴。于是铁皮樵夫扛起斧头，他们穿过森林，来到黄砖铺成的路上。
铁皮樵夫让多萝西把油壶放进篮子。“因为，”他说，“我要是淋了雨又生锈，就非常需要油壶了。”
新同伴的加入真是幸运，因为他们重新上路不久，就到了一处树木枝桠密密遮住道路、让人无法通过的地方。但铁皮樵夫抡起斧头，砍得干净利落，很快为大家清出一条路。
多萝西边走边想得出了神，没注意稻草人绊进坑里，滚到了路边。其实他不得不喊她，才让她把他扶起来。
“你为什么不绕着坑走？”铁皮樵夫问。
“我懂得不够，”稻草人爽朗地答，“我的脑袋里塞的是稻草，你知道，所以我才去奥兹那儿要脑子。”
“哦，我明白了，”铁皮樵夫说，“不过说到底，脑子并不是世上最好的东西。”
“你有吗？”稻草人问。
“没有，我的脑袋空空如也，”樵夫答，“但我曾经既有脑子，也有心；两者都试过，我宁可要一颗心。”
“那是为什么？”稻草人问。
“我讲讲我的故事，你就知道了。”
于是，他们走在森林里时，铁皮樵夫讲了下面这个故事：
“我出生在一个樵夫家，父亲在林中砍树卖柴为生。我长大后也成了砍柴的，父亲死后，我照料老母亲，直到她离世。后来我下定决心，不再独居，而要娶亲，免得孤单。
“有个芒奇金姑娘生得极美，我很快全心爱上了她。她答应，只要我挣够钱给她盖间好些的房子，就嫁给我；于是我比以往更卖力干活。但这姑娘和个老妇同住，老妇不想她嫁人，因为懒，想留姑娘做饭做家务。老妇去找东方的恶女巫，许她两只羊一头牛，要她阻拦这桩婚事。恶女巫便对我的斧头下了咒；有一天我正拼命砍柴，急着早日盖新房娶妻，斧头忽然一滑，砍下了我的左腿。
“起初像是场大祸，我知道独腿人当樵夫不中用。我去找白铁匠，他用铁皮给我打了条新腿。习惯之后，腿很好使。可这惹怒了东方恶女巫，她答应老妇不让我娶那漂亮的芒奇金姑娘。我重新砍柴时，斧头又滑，砍了右腿。我再找白铁匠，他又用铁皮打了条腿。之后，被咒的斧头又先后砍下我两条手臂；但我毫不气馁，换上了铁皮臂。恶女巫又让斧头滑落，砍下我的头，起先我以为完了。碰巧白铁匠路过，用铁皮给我打了个新头。
“我以为这下胜了恶女巫，干得更狠；却不知敌人能有多狠。她想出新法子断我对美丽芒奇金少女的情，让斧头再滑，直把我身子劈成两半。白铁匠再次相助，用铁皮给我做了身体，用关节把铁皮臂、腿和头接上，让我活动如初。可叹！我没了心，对芒奇金姑娘的爱也消失，嫁不嫁她都不在乎。想必她还和老妇住着，等我去找她。
“我的身体在阳光下亮闪闪的，我很自豪，斧头再滑也不怕，砍不动我。唯有一险——关节会锈；但我在小屋备了油壶，需要时便给自己上油。然而有一天我忘了，偏遇暴雨，没来得及想，关节已锈，只能立在林中，直到你们来救。那煎熬可怕，但站这一年里，我想明白了：最大的损失是失去了心。恋爱时我是世上最幸福的人；可没心谁也爱不了，所以我决心请奥兹给我一颗。若他给，我就回芒奇金姑娘身边娶她。”
多萝西和稻草人都对铁皮樵夫的故事很感兴趣，如今明白他为何急着想换新心。
“即便如此，”稻草人说，“我要脑子不要心；傻子就算有心，也不知怎么用。”
“我要心，”铁皮樵夫回道，“因为脑子不让人幸福，幸福才是世上最好的东西。”
多萝西没说话，她困惑于两位朋友谁对，只暗想：若能回堪萨斯见艾姆婶婶，樵夫没脑子、稻草人没心，或各得其所，都没什么大不了。
最让她发愁的是面包快没了，再吃一顿她和托托的，篮子就空了。诚然，樵夫和稻草人都不吃，可她既非铁皮也非稻草，不进食便活不了。
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. There was the Scarecrow, still standing patiently in
his corner, 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 clean after the dust of the road, and to drink, so the
dry bread will not stick in my throat.”
“It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh,” said the Scarecrow
thoughtfully, “for you must sleep, and eat 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 Scarecrow 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 cannot imagine,” replied the Scarecrow; “but we can go and see.”
Just then another groan reached their ears, and the sound seemed to
come from behind them. They turned and walked through the forest a few
steps, when Dorothy discovered something shining in a ray of sunshine
that fell between the trees. She ran to the place and 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 Scarecrow, 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. I’ve been groaning for more than a
year, and no one has ever heard me before or come to help me.”
“What can I do for you?” she inquired softly, for she was moved by the
sad voice in which the man spoke.
“Get an oil-can and oil my joints,” he answered. “They are rusted so
badly that I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon
be all right again. You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage.”
Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can, and then
she returned and asked anxiously, “Where are your joints?”
“Oil my neck, first,” replied the Tin Woodman. So she oiled it, and as
it was quite badly rusted the Scarecrow took hold of the tin head and
moved it gently from side to side until it worked freely, and then the
man could turn it himself.
