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The Tin Woodman was usually a peaceful man, but when occasion required he could
fight as fiercely as a Roman gladiator. So, when the Jackdaws nearly knocked him down
in their rush of wings, and their sharp beaks and claws threatened to damage his brilliant
plating, the Woodman picked up his axe and made it whirl swiftly around his head.
But although many were beaten off in this way, the birds were so numerous and so brave
that they continued the attack as furiously as before. Some of them pecked at the eyes of
the Gump, which hung over the nest in a helpless condition; but the Gump's eyes were of
glass and could not be injured. Others of the Jackdaws rushed at the Saw-Horse; but that
animal, being still upon his back, kicked out so viciously with his wooden legs that he
beat off as many assailants as did the Woodman's axe.
Finding themselves thus opposed, the birds fell upon the Scarecrow's straw, which lay at
the center of the nest, covering Tip and the Woggle-Bug and Jack's pumpkin head, and
began tearing it away and flying off with it, only to let it drop, straw by straw into the
great gulf beneath.
The Scarecrow's head, noting with dismay this wanton destruction of his interior, cried to
the Tin Woodman to save him; and that good friend responded with renewed energy. His
axe fairly flashed among the Jackdaws, and fortunately the Gump began wildly waving
the two wings remaining on the left side of its body. The flutter of these great wings filled
the Jackdaws with terror, and when the Gump by its exertions freed itself from the peg of
rock on which it hung, and sank flopping into the nest, the alarm of the birds knew no
bounds and they fled screaming over the mountains.
When the last foe had disappeared, Tip crawled from under the sofas and assisted the
Woggle-Bug to follow him.
"We are saved!" shouted the boy, delightedly.
"We are, indeed!" responded the Educated Insect, fairly hugging the stiff head of the
Gump in his joy. "and we owe it all to the flopping of the Thing, and the good axe of the
"If I am saved, get me out of here!" called Jack; whose head was still beneath the sofas;
and Tip managed to roll the pumpkin out and place it upon its neck again. He also set the
Saw-Horse upright, and said to it:
"We owe you many thanks for the gallant fight you made."
"I really think we have escaped very nicely," remarked the Tin Woodman, in a tone of
"Not so!" exclaimed a hollow voice.