Dorothy let Button-Bright wind up the clock-work in the copper man thismorning--his thinking machine first, then his speech, and finally hisaction; so he would doubtless run perfectly until they had reached theEmerald City. The copper man and the tin man were good friends, andnot so much alike as you might think. For one was alive and the othermoved by means of machinery; one was tall and angular and the othershort and round. You could love the Tin Woodman because he had a finenature, kindly and simple; but the machine man you could only admirewithout loving, since to love such a thing as he was as impossible asto love a sewing-machine or an automobile. Yet Tik-tok was popularwith the people of Oz because he was so trustworthy, reliable andtrue; he was sure to do exactly what he was wound up to do, at alltimes and in all circumstances. Perhaps it is better to be a machinethat does its duty than a flesh-and-blood person who will not, for adead truth is better than a live falsehood.

About noon the travelers reached a large field of pumpkins--avegetable quite appropriate to the yellow country of the Winkies--andsome of the pumpkins which grew there were of remarkable size. Justbefore they entered upon this field they saw three little mounds thatlooked like graves, with a pretty headstone to each one of them.

"What is this?" asked Dorothy, in wonder.

"It's Jack Pumpkinhead's private graveyard," replied the Tin Woodman.

"But I thought nobody ever died in Oz," she said.

"Nor do they; although if one is bad, he may be condemned and killedby the good citizens," he answered.

Dorothy ran over to the little graves and read the words engraved uponthe tombstones. The first one said:

Here Lies the Mortal Part ofJACK PUMPKINHEADWhich Spoiled April 9th.

She then went to the next stone, which read:

Here Lies the Mortal Part ofJACK PUMPKINHEADWhich Spoiled October 2nd.

On the third stone were carved these words:

Here Lies the Mortal Part ofJACK PUMPKINHEADWhich Spoiled January 24th.

"Poor Jack!" sighed Dorothy. "I'm sorry he had to die in threeparts, for I hoped to see him again."

"So you shall," declared the Tin Woodman, "since he is still alive.Come with me to his house, for Jack is now a farmer and lives in thisvery pumpkin field."

They walked over to a monstrous big, hollow pumpkin which had a doorand windows cut through the rind. There was a stovepipe running throughthe stem, and six steps had been built leading up to the front door.

They walked up to this door and looked in. Seated on a benchwas a man clothed in a spotted shirt, a red vest, and faded bluetrousers, whose body was merely sticks of wood, jointed clumsilytogether. On his neck was set a round, yellow pumpkin, with a facecarved on it such as a boy often carves on a jack-lantern.

This queer man was engaged in snapping slippery pumpkin-seeds with hiswooden fingers, trying to hit a target on the other side of the roomwith them. He did not know he had visitors until Dorothy exclaimed:

"Why, it's Jack Pumpkinhead himself!"

He turned and saw them, and at once came forward to greet the littleKansas girl and Nick Chopper, and to be introduced to their new friends.

Button-Bright was at first rather shy with the quaint Pumpkinhead, butJack's face was so jolly and smiling--being carved that way--that theboy soon grew to like him.

"I thought a while ago that you were buried in three parts," saidDorothy, "but now I see you're just the same as ever."

"Not quite the same, my dear, for my mouth is a little more one-sidedthan it used to be; but pretty nearly the same. I've a new head, andthis is the fourth one I've owned since Ozma first made me and broughtme to life by sprinkling me with the Magic Powder."

"What became of the other heads, Jack?"

"They spoiled and I buried them, for they were not even fit for pies.Each time Ozma has carved me a new head just like the old one, and asmy body is by far the largest part of me, I am still Jack Pumpkinhead,no matter how often I change my upper end. Once we had a dreadfultime to find another pumpkin, as they were out of season, and so I wasobliged to wear my old head a little longer than was strictly healthy.But after this sad experience I resolved to raise pumpkins myself, soas never to be caught again without one handy; and now I have thisfine field that you see before you. Some grow pretty big--too big tobe used for heads--so I dug out this one and use it for a house."

"Isn't it damp?" asked Dorothy.

"Not very. There isn't much left but the shell, you see, and it willlast a long time yet."

"I think you are brighter than you used to be, Jack," said the TinWoodman. "Your last head was a stupid one."

"The seeds in this one are better," was the reply.

"Are you going to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy.

"Yes," said he, "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Ozma's my parent,you know, because she built my body and carved my pumpkin head. I'llfollow you to the Emerald City to-morrow, where we shall meet again.I can't go to-day, because I have to plant fresh pumpkin-seeds and waterthe young vines. But give my love to Ozma, and tell her I'll be therein time for the jubilation."

"We will," she promised; and then they all left him and resumedtheir journey.