The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1900-07-05
SMITH & BRISTOW
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ing up and feeling around In the air. |
am going to give them some fishing
poles fifteen feet long. They remind
me OF Jack and his bean vine my
children and grandchildren never tire
OF that good old story. How poor
widow had little boy named Jack who
was good to his mother, and one day
Jack saw an old giant coming. His
head was as big as small barrel, his
yes &s big as saucers, his nose as big
as my arm, his mouth like the end OF q
olg stove pipe and his teeth like iron
spoons. He came up the road snorting
like horse, and WAS singing,
" smell the blood Of an Englishman:
Alive or dead | must have some"
Jack ran in the house to his mother
and she pulled up a plank in the noor
and dropped Jack down in the cellar
and put the plank Back, and moved h4r
chair and table on it, and sat down and
went TO knitting. Here came the old
giant, pulling and blowing like a steam.
boat. Lie dtdent eat anything but little
boys, and he pceped in 1T the door and
said, I'm hungry and Pm hunting for
boy Jacks mother told him she
didcnt have any boy for him and to go
or, or she would set her big dog on him.
Then he walked all round the house
and looked down the chimney, for he
was as high as tree, but he couldent
find Jack. When he went awav and
was out OF sight, Jacks mother took up
the plank, and reaching her hand down
she pulled Jack out Of the cellar. Soon
after this poor old woman came along
aud begged for something to cat, and
Jack and his mother fixed her uD a
good dinner and some coffee, and the
poor woman was 80 thankful that she
gave Jack bean and told him to plant
1t and 1T would grow as high as the SKY
and have bushels and bushels OF beans.
and the vine would grow as high rs a
tree in one night. So Jack planted il
right away, and next morning he went
out to see 1t, and the top OF it was away
up yonder aud he could see it growing
higher and higher. So he thought it
would bo fun to climb it, and the stems
OF the leaves were strong enough to
hold him up like a ladder, and he kept
on climbing and the bean vine kept on
growing so fast that Jack couidcnt
catch up with it, and by and by he got
so nigh he couldent see the ground and
baiore long he got up to the clouds and
stepped OH on the blue llOOr of the sky,
and looking around at the beautiful
country he saw great fine house that
was built Of stone. So he walked ovcr
to IT. and dident sec anybody-n a
soul--nur dog nor cat nor horse nor
COW, but he heard great snoring in
side and saw bones all around the ward.
Then ne peepcd in and saw that same
old giant nlcep on tho lloor 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 laid down to sleep, and his
snoring shook the house. Jack WAS
awiully scared, and started to run, but
he saw an ak near the door, and he
wondered II he c0uldent kill that old
giant while he was asleep. SO he
slipped In on tiptOe and raising ur the
AK ns high as ho could, he brought it.
down on the old giants neck, and with
one blow cut his head or. The blood
sp0utnu all over tho room and Jack ran
away as hard ~ he could. BY and by
he slipped back to SEQ, and sure enough
the old giant Was dead and had stopped
kicking and the blood had stopped run
ming. JACK caught his head by its long
hair and dragged 1t away of to the
bean vine and took 1t down to his moth
er, and tho folks came to see it from all
over the country, and were so proud Of
little Jack that they gave him clothes
and pocket knives and marbles and
balls, and ever afterwards called him
| JACK VAC blhnI Nlllcr. ANA There has
never been another giant in the world
since, tor he was th" last one. Many
il time have | got tho children to sleep
on that story, for OF course | yary it
and cmtollish it and tell many things
to point d moral and ad0rn the tale. I
have not forgotten how eagerly | lis
tened to the little stories my mother
used to tell me when went to bed, nor
how | dcvOured the Arabian Nights
when | grew older. S&orics that re-
ward tho good and bring grief to the
bad children are great bel ps to raising
them ; they are kinderg.rteus TO the
ear and comfort TO their little minds
| had rather please them with little
story like this than TO fret myself bus.
ing Mark Hanna and his crowd, for
littlo children are nearer Heaven than
Mark 10, according to my opinion.
| BILL, ARP