“HE SAW SOMETHING VERY DROLL WAS GOING ON.”
“And as he looked, the little black holes turned into bright black eyes; the bits of stems were changed to legs and arms and feet and sprawling little bodies, that rolled and twisted, and skipped and jumped, and twinkled and whirled in endless reels and jigs; in short, he saw a whole village of jolly little fairy folk at their revels.
From the story “Nellie Ogg And Her Goats.”
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
Close by there was a huge castle, which belonged to a giant called Cormoran. He was eighteen feet high, and when he was very hungry he would walk down into the village, pick up a man in each hand, and carry them off to broil for his breakfast.
Now Jack determined to put a stop to this, so . . . he struck the giant a heavy blow on his head with the pole-axe and killed him. Then he cut off his head and brought it home to the village, and the peasants were so pleased to see Cormoran dead, that they clubbed together and bought Jack a sword, on which was written in gold letters:
“This is the valiant Englishman,
Who slew the giant Cormoran.”
And after that they gave him the name of “Jack the Giant Killer,” and so he is always called.
Jack The Giant Killer.
W. B. Conkey Company: New York. 1898.