caps over the joints, like the armor worn by knights in days of old. He stood perfectly still, and where the light struck upon his form it glittered as if made of pure gold.
“Don’t be frightened,” called Billina, from her perch. “It isn’t alive.”
“I see it isn’t,” replied the girl, drawing a long breath.
“It is only made out of copper, like the old kettle in the barnyard at home,” continued the hen, turning her head first to one side and then to the other, so that both her little round eyes could examine the object.
“Once,” said Dorothy, “I knew a man made out of tin, who was a woodman named Nick Chopper. But he was as alive as we are, ‘cause he was born a real man, and got his tin body a little at a time—first a leg and then a finger and then an ear—for the reason that he had so many accidents with his axe, and cut himself up in a very careless manner.”
“Oh,” said the hen, with a sniff, as if she did not believe the story.
“But this copper man,” continued Dorothy, looking at it with big eyes, “is not alive at all, and I wonder what it was made for, and why it was locked up in this queer place.”
“That is a mystery,” remarked the hen, twisting her head to arrange her wing-feathers with her bill.
Dorothy stepped inside the little room to get a back view of the copper man, and in this way discovered a printed card that hung between his shoulders, it being suspended from a small copper peg at the back of his neck. She unfastened this card and returned to the path, where the light was better, and sat herself down upon a slab of rock to read the printing.
“What does it say?” asked the hen, curiously.
Dorothy read the card aloud, spelling out the big words with some difficulty; and this is what she read:
SMITH & TINKER’S
Patent Double-Action, Extra-Responsive,
Thought-Creating, Perfect-Talking
MECHANICAL MAN
Fitted with our Special ClockWork Attachment.
Thinks, Speaks, Acts, and Does Everything but Live.
Manufactured only at our Works at Evna, Land of Ev.
All infringements will be promptly Prosecuted according to Law.
“How queer!” said the yellow hen. “Do you think that is all true, my dear?”
“I don’t know,” answered Dorothy, who had more to read. “Listen to this, Billina:”
DIRECTIONS FOR USING:
For THINKING:—Wind the Clockwork Man under his
left arm, (marked No. 1.)
For SPEAKING:—Wind the Clockwork Man under his
right arm, (marked No. 2.)
For WALKING and ACTION:—Wind Clockwork in the
middle of his back, (marked No. 3.)
N. B.—This Mechanism is guaranteed to work
perfectly for a thousand years.
“Well, I declare!” gasped the yellow hen, in amazement; “if the copper man can do half of these things he is a very wonderful machine. But I suppose it is all humbug, like so many other patented articles.”
“We might wind him up,” suggested Dorothy, “and see what he’ll do.”
“Where is the key to the clockwork?” asked Billina.
“Hanging on the peg where I found the card.”
“Then,” said the hen, “let us try him, and find out if he will go. He is warranted for a thousand years, it seems; but we do not know how long he has been standing inside this rock.”
Dorothy had already taken the clock key from the peg.
“Which shall I wind up first?” she asked, looking again at the directions on the card.
“Number One, I should think,” returned Billina. “That makes him think, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” said Dorothy, and wound up Number One, under the left arm.
“He doesn’t seem any different,” remarked the hen, critically.
“Why, of course not; he is only thinking, now,” said Dorothy.
“I wonder what he is thinking about.”
“I’ll wind up his talk, and then perhaps he can tell us,” said the girl.
So she wound up Number Two, and immediately the clockwork man said, without moving any part of his body except his lips:
“Good morning, lit-tle girl. Good morning, Mrs. Hen.”
The words sounded a little hoarse and creaky, and they were uttered all in the same tone, without any change of expression whatever; but both Dorothy and Billina understood them perfectly.
“Good morning, sir,” they answered, politely.
“Thank you for res-cu-ing me,” continued the machine, in the same monotonous voice, which seemed to be worked by a bellows inside of him, like the little toy lambs and cats the children squeeze so that they will make a noise.
“Don’t mention it,” answered Dorothy. And then, being very curious, she asked: “How did you come to be locked up in this place?”
“It is a long sto-ry,” replied the copper man; “but I will tell it to you briefly. I was purchased from Smith & Tin-ker, my man-u-fac-tur-ers, by a cru-el King of Ev, named Ev-ol-do, who used to beat all his servants un-til they died. How-ev-er, he was not a-ble to kill me, because I was not a-live, and one must first live in or-der to die. So that all his beating did me no harm, and mere-ly kept my cop-per bod-y well polished.
“This cru-el king had a love-ly wife and ten beau-ti-ful children—five boys and five girls—but in a fit of an-ger he sold them all to the Nome King, who by means of his mag-ic arts changed them all in-to oth-er forms and put them in his un-der-ground pal-ace to or-na-ment the rooms.
“Af-ter-ward the King of Ev re-gret-ted his wick-ed ac-tion, and tried to get his wife and children a-way from the Nome King, but without a-vail. So, in despair, he locked me up in this rock, threw the key in-to the o-cean, and then jumped in af-ter it and was drowned.”
“How very dreadful!” exclaimed Dorothy.
“It is, in-deed,” said the machine. “When I found my-self im-pris-oned I shouted for help un-til my voice ran down; and then I walked back and forth in this lit-tle room un-til my ac-tion ran down; and then I stood still and thought un-til my thoughts ran down. Af-ter that I re-mem-ber nothing un-til you wound me up a-gain.”
“It’s a very wonderful story,” said Dorothy,
