During the rest of that day there was noother adventure to mar the peace of theirjourney. Once, indeed, the Tin Woodmanstepped upon a beetle that was crawlingalong the road, and killed the poor littlething. This made the Tin Woodman veryunhappy, for he was always careful not tohurt any living creature; and as he walkedalong he wept several tears of sorrow andregret. These tears ran slowly down his faceand over the hinges of his jaw, and therethey rusted. When Dorothy presently askedhim a question the Tin Woodman could not