Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . dark cornerof the room, he waited patiently. In the middle ofthe night the giant crept in, and with his great clubstruck the bed many heavy blows where Jack hadlaid the stick of wood; and if Jack had been therehimself there would not have been a bone in his bodyunbroken. Early the next morning Jack walked into thegiants room, and putting on a bold face said, Ithank you for my bed and lodging last night. The giant started when he saw Jack come in, butconcealing his surprise as w
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . dark cornerof the room, he waited patiently. In the middle ofthe night the giant crept in, and with his great clubstruck the bed many heavy blows where Jack hadlaid the stick of wood; and if Jack had been therehimself there would not have been a bone in his bodyunbroken. Early the next morning Jack walked into thegiants room, and putting on a bold face said, Ithank you for my bed and lodging last night. The giant started when he saw Jack come in, butconcealing his surprise as well as he could, he stam- Jack the Giant-Killer 181 mered out, How—how—have you rested? Did youfeel anything in the night, or (hd you see anything J Nothing worth mentioning, said Jack. A ratran over the bed and gave me three or four slapswith his tail, but though they disturbed me a littleI soon went to sleep again. The giant was still more astonished at this, butmade no reply. Instead, he got two large bowls,each containing about four gallons of hasty pud-ding, and set them on the table for breakfast. Jack. JACK TRICKED THE WELSH MONSTER 182 Jack the Giant-Killer wished the giant to think he had an enormous appe-tite, so he buttoned a big leathern bag under hisloose coat and held it so that, without being seen,he could drop the pudding into the bag while heseemed to be putting it into his mouth. When breakfast was over Jack said, I will showyou a fine trick that I dont believe you can do. Ican cure wounds by simply touching them. I couldcut off my head one minute and put it on the , I can cut open my stomach and let out mybreakfast without hurting myself any. He then seized a knife from the table and madea big gash in the leathern bag, when out came thehasty pudding. Ods splutter hur nails, cried the big Welshgiant, who disliked to be beaten by Jack, hur cando that hurself. So in turn he snatched up a knife and plunged itinto his stomach, and immediately fell dead
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