"For," he said, "if I should get caught in the rain, and rust again, I would need the oil-can badly."
There was only one danger--that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it.
"They are rusted so badly that I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon be all right again.
So she oiled it, and as it was quite badly rusted the Scarecrow took hold of the tin head and moved it gently from side to side until it worked freely, and then the man could turn it himself.
"I have been holding that axe in the air ever since I rusted, and I'm glad to be able to put it down at last.
I went through gallery after gallery, dusty, silent, often ruinous, the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of
rust and lignite, sometimes fresher.
"Once the Scarecrow and I found the Tin Woodman in the woods, and he was just
rusted still, that time, an' no mistake.
Chains and shackles, which had been the portion of former captives, from whom active exertions to escape had been apprehended, hung
rusted and empty on the walls of the prison, and in the rings of one of those sets of fetters there remained two mouldering bones, which seemed to have been once those of the human leg, as if some prisoner had been left not only to perish there, but to be consumed to a skeleton.
The blade was red, for the blood had become
rust; after a momentary examination during which the queen became as white as the cloth which covered the altar on which she was leaning, he put it back into the coffer with an involuntary shudder.
Thus bound, but carefully looked after, inert and powerful, those emblems of hope make company for the look-out man in the night watches; and so the days glide by, with a long rest for those characteristically shaped pieces of iron, reposing forward, visible from almost every part of the ship's deck, waiting for their work on the other side of the world somewhere, while the ship carries them on with a great rush and splutter of foam underneath, and the sprays of the open sea
rust their heavy limbs.
At the end of the fifteenth century, the formidable gibbet which dated from 1328, was already very much dilapidated; the beams were wormeaten, the chains
rusted, the pillars green with mould; the layers of hewn stone were all cracked at their joints, and grass was growing on that platform which no feet touched.
Rust is the perfect, warming colour to wave goodbye to the hot months and welcome chilly mornings and early sunsets.