I’ll Grind His Bones To Make My Bread!

Illustration:  Jack The Giant Killer.  W. B. Conkey Company: New York. 1898.

“Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman;

Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”

[h]e called out, for he could smell Jack, though he could not see him.

“Well,” said Jack, taking off his coat, “you may catch me if you like.” Then round the courtyard he ran with the giant after him. Across the drawbridge he darted, and after him lumbered the giant, but his weight was so great that crash went the bridge, and he fell in the moat and was drowned.

Illustration:  Jack The Giant Killer.  W. B. Conkey Company: New York. 1898.

Jack The Giant Killer.

W. B. Conkey Company: New York. 1898.