The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1900-07-03

reaching AZ ol1C lt1ill4S ob'A -
air. I am going TO give them some
fishing poles fifteen feet long today
wish | had some twenty feet long.
They remind me of Jack and his bean
vine. Ny children and grandchildren
never tire Of that good old story. How
a POOR widow had q little boy named
Jack who was good to his mother
and one dav Jack saw an old g1anf
coming. His head was as big as q
small barrel, his eyes as big as sau-
GERS, his nose as big as my arm, his
mouth like the end of 4 big stove pipe
and his teeth like iron spoons. He
came up the road snorting like a
horse, and was singing:
81 smell the blocd of an Englishman;
Alive or dead | must have some
Jack ran in the house to his mother
and she pulled up q plank in h floor
and dropped Jack down in the cellar
and pat the plank back. and moved
her chair ard table on it, ard sat down
ard went TO knitting. Here came
the old giant. putting and blowing
like u steamboat. He didn't eat any
thing but little boys, and he peeped in
at the door and said: I'm hungry, and
In hunting for q boy Jacks moth
CT told him she didn't have any boy
for him, and to go of, or she would
set her big dog on him. Then he
walked all round the house and look
ed down the chimney. for he was as
high as q tree, but he couldn't find
Jack. When he went away and was
out Of sight. Jacks mother took up
the plank. and reaching her hand
down. she pulled Jack ont Of the cell
lar. Soon after this a poor old wonan
came along and begged for something
to eat, and Jack and his mother fixed
her up a good dinner and some coffee,
and the poor woman was so thankful
that she gave Jack q bean and tOld
him to plant it and it would grow as
high as the sky and have bushels and
bushels of beans, and the inc would
grow as high as q tree in one night.
SO Jack planted It right away, and
next morning he went out to See it.
and the top Of it was away up yonder'
and he could see it growing higher
and higher. So he thought it would
be fun to climb It. and the stems Of the
leaves were strong enough to hold
him up like q ladder. ard he kept on
climbing and the bean vine kept on
growing so fast hat jack couldn't
catch up With it, and by and by he
got 90 high he couldn't see the
ground and before long lie got UP to
the clouds and stepped off on the blue
floor Of the Sky. and looking around at
the beautiful country he slw a great
fine house that was built of stone.
So lie walked over to it and didn't see
onyb0dy-not q soul-nor a dog nor
q cat o horse 1or cow, but he heard
- praaf cnn,insr i,cfIo md cow hnnaC
Ill around the ward. Then he seepe1
in ard saw that that same old giant
asleep on the floor Of the wide hall.
His tongue was hanging out Of his
mouth and his face was greasy and
bloody, for he had been eating some
body and lain Gown to sleep. and his
snoring shook the house. Jack was
avfu1ly scared. and started to run.
but be sax an axe near the door, and
he wondered If he couldn't kill that
Old .giant while he was asleep. So he
slipped in IN tiptce and raising III
the axe as high as he could, he brought
it down on the old giants neck, and
with one blow cut his head of. The
blood sToUted ali over the room anf
Jack ran away as hard as he could
Bye and bye he slipped back to see
and sure CROUCH the old giant was
dead and had stopped kicking and the
blood had etopred running. Jacl
caught his big head by its long hail
and dragged il away OFT to the bear
vine and took i down to his mother
and the folks came to see it from al
over the country, and were so proul
Of little Jack that they gave hin
clothes and pocket knives and marbles
aid balls. end ever afterwards called
him Jack the Giant Killer. And there
has never been another giant in tht
world since, fer nc was the last one
Many a time have I got the cl,ildre!
to sleep on That story, for Of course
I vary ii and embellish it and tel
many things to point q moral ant
ndorn the tale. have not forgotten
bow eagerly / listened to the littl,
stories my mother used TO tell M
when | ven to bed. and how | de
voured the Arabian Nights when
grew older. Stories that reward the
good and bring grief to the bad chill
dren arc great helps TO raising them
they are kindergartens to the ear anC
n comfort to their little minds. / ha6
rather please them with a little stor,
like this than to fret myself abusing
Mark Hanna and his crowd. for little
children are nearer heaven than MARI
IS, according to nv opinion.