CHAPTER Sixteen.
Captain Fyter "Are you really a soldier ?" asked Woot, when they had all watched this strange tin person parade up and down the path and proudly flourish his sword.
"I was a soldier," was the reply, "but I've been a prisoner to Mr.Rust so long that I don't know exactly what I am." "But--dear me!" cried the Tin Woodman, sadly perplexed; "how came you to be made of tin ?" "That," answered the Soldier, "is a sad, sad story I was in love with a beautiful Munchkin girl, who lived with a Wicked Witch.

The Witch did not wish me to marry the girl, so she enchanted my sword, which began hacking me to pieces.

When I lost my legs I went to the tinsmith, Ku-Klip, and he made me some tin legs.

When I lost my arms, Ku-Klip made me tin arms, and when I lost my head he made me this fine one out of tin.

It was the same way with my body, and finally I was all tin.
But I was not unhappy, for Ku-Klip made a good job of me, having had experience in making another tin man before me." "Yes," observed the Tin Woodman, "it was Ku-Klip who made me.