There were five long arms growing out of its body, and it also had five long, slim legs.

Thick, woolly hair covered every part of it, and a more dreadful-looking monster could not be imagined.

It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that moment, for it would have beat loud and fast from terror.

But being only tin, the Woodman was not at all afraid, although he was much disappointed.
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," spoke the Beast, in a voice that was one great roar.

"Who are you, and why do you seek me ?" "I am a Woodman, and made of tin.