There was
once upon a time a poor widow who had an only son named Jack, and a cow named
Milky-white. And all they had to live on was the milk the cow gave every
morning, which they carried to the market and sold. But one morning Milky-white
gave no milk and they didn’t know what to do.
"What shall we do, what shall we do?" said the
widow, wringing her hands.
"Cheer up, mother, I’ll go and get work
somewhere," said Jack.
"We’ve tried that before, and nobody would take
you," said his mother; "we must sell Milky-white and with the money,
start shop, or something."
"All right, mother," says Jack; "it’s
market-day today, and I’ll soon sell Milky-white, and then we’ll see what we
can do."
So he took
the cow’s halter in his hand, and off he started. He hadn’t gone far when he
met a funny-looking old man, who said to him: "Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning to you," said Jack, and wondered
how he knew his name.
"Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" said
the man.
"I’m going to market to sell our cow here."
"Oh, you look the proper sort of chap to sell
cows," said the man; "I wonder if you know how many beans make
five."
"Two in each hand and one in your mouth," says
Jack, as sharp as a needle.
"Right you are," said the man, "and here
they are, the very beans themselves," he went on, pulling out of his
pocket a number of strange-looking beans. "As you are so sharp," says
he, "I don’t mind doing a swop with you — your cow for these beans."
"Walker!" says Jack; "wouldn’t you like
it?"
"Ah! you don’t know what these beans are," said
the man; "if you plant them overnight, by morning they grow right up to
the sky."
"Really?" says Jack; "you don’t say
so."
"Yes, that is so, and if it doesn’t turn out to be
true you can have your cow back."
"Right," says Jack, and hands him over
Milky-white’s halter and pockets the beans.
Back goes Jack home, and as he hadn’t gone very far it
wasn’t dusk by the time he got to his door.
"Back already, Jack?" said his mother; "I
see you haven’t got Milky-white, so you’ve sold her. How much did you get for
her?"
"You’ll never guess, mother," says Jack.
"No, you don’t say so. Good boy! Five pounds, ten,
fifteen, no, it can’t be twenty."
"I told you you couldn’t guess. What do you say to
these beans; they’re magical, plant them overnight and —"
"What!" says Jack’s mother, "have you been
such a fool, such a dolt, such an idiot, as to give away my Milky-white, the
best milker in the parish, and prime beef to boot, for a set of paltry beans?
Take that! Take that! Take that! And as for your precious beans here they go
out of the window. And now off with you to bed. Not a sup shall you drink, and
not a bit shall you swallow this very night."
So Jack went upstairs to his little room in the attic,
and sad and sorry he was, to be sure, as much for his mother’s sake, as for the
loss of his supper.
At last he dropped off to sleep.
When he woke up, the room looked so funny. The sun was
shining into part of it, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. So Jack
jumped up and dressed himself and went to the window. And what do you think he
saw? Why, the beans his mother had thrown out of the window into the garden had
sprung up into a big beanstalk which went up and up and up till it reached the
sky. So the man spoke truth after all.
The beanstalk grew up quite close past Jack’s window, so
all he had to do was to open it and give a jump on to the beanstalk which ran
up just like a big plaited ladder. So Jack climbed, and he climbed and he
climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed till at
last he reached the sky. And when he got there he found a long broad road going
as straight as a dart. So he walked along and he walked along and he walked
along till he came to a great big tall house, and on the doorstep there was a
great big tall woman.
"Good morning, mum," says Jack, quite
polite-like. "Could you be so kind as to give me some breakfast?" For
he hadn’t had anything to eat, you know, the night before and was as hungry as
a hunter.
"It’s breakfast you want, is it?" says the
great big tall woman, "it’s breakfast you’ll be if you don’t move off from
here. My man is an ogre and there’s nothing he likes better than boys broiled
on toast. You’d better be moving on or he’ll soon be coming."
"Oh! please, mum, do give me something to eat, mum.
I’ve had nothing to eat since yesterday morning, really and truly, mum,"
says Jack. "I may as well be broiled as die of hunger."
Well, the ogre’s wife wasn't such a bad sort after all.
So she took Jack into the kitchen, and gave him a hunk of bread and cheese and
a jug of milk. But Jack hadn’t half finished these when thump! thump! thump!
the whole house began to tremble with the noise of someone coming.
"Goodness gracious me! It’s my old man," said
the ogre’s wife, "what on earth shall I do? Come along quick and jump in
here." And she bundled Jack into the oven just as the ogre came in.
He was a big one, to be sure. At his belt he had three
calves strung up by the heels, and he unhooked them and threw them down on the
table and said: "Here, wife, broil me a couple of these for breakfast. Ah!
what’s this I smell?
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead,
I’ll have his bones to grind my
bread."
"Nonsense,
dear," said his wife, "you’ re dreaming. Or perhaps you smell the
scraps of that little boy you liked so much for yesterday’s dinner. Here, you
go and have a wash and tidy up, and by the time you come back your breakfast’ll
be ready for you."
So off the ogre went, and Jack was just going to jump out
of the oven and run away when the woman told him not. "Wait till he’s
asleep," says she; "he always has a snooze after breakfast."
Well, the ogre had his breakfast, and after that he goes
to a big chest and takes out of it a couple of bags of gold, and sits down
counting them till at last his head began to nod and he began to snore till the
whole house shook again.
Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his oven, and as he
was passing the ogre he took one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off he
pelters till he came to the beanstalk, and then he threw down the bag of gold,
which, of course, fell into his mother’s garden, and then he climbed down and
climbed down till at last he got home and told his mother and showed her the
gold and said: "Well, mother, wasn’t I right about the beans? They are
really magical, you see."
So they lived on the bag of gold for some time, but at
last they came to the end of that so Jack made up his mind to try his luck once
more up at the top of the beanstalk. So one fine morning he rose up early, and
got on to the beanstalk, and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed
and he climbed and he climbed till at last he got on the road again and came
the great big tall house he had been to before. There, sure enough, was the
great tall woman a-standing on the doorstep.
"Good morning, mum," says Jack, as bold as
brass, "could you be so good as to give me something to eat?"
"Go away, my boy," said the big, tall woman,
"or else my man will eat you up for breakfast. But aren’t you the
youngster who came here once before? Do you know, that very day my man missed
one of his bags of gold."
"That’s strange, mum," said Jack, "I dare
say I could tell you something about that but I’m so hungry I can’t speak till
I’ve had something to eat."
Well, the big tall woman was that curious that she took
him in and gave him something to eat. But he had scarcely begun munching it as
slowly as he could when thump! thump! they heard the giant’s footstep, and his
wife hid Jack away in the oven.
All happened as it did before. In came the ogre as he did
before, said: "Fee-fi-fo-fum," and had his breakfast off three
broiled oxen. Then he said: "Wife, bring me the hen that lays the golden
eggs." So she brought it, and the ogre said: "Lay," and it laid
an egg all of gold. And then the ogre began to nod his head, and to snore till
the house shook.
Then Jack crept out of the oven on tiptoe and caught hold
of the golden hen, and was off before you could say "Jack Robinson."
But this time the hen gave a cackle which woke the ogre, and just as Jack got
out of the house he heard him calling:
"Wife, wife, what have you done with my golden
hen?"
And the wife said: "Why, my dear?"
But that was all Jack heard, for he rushed off to the
beanstalk and climbed down like a house on fire. And when he got home he showed
his mother the wonderful hen, and said "Lay" to it; and it laid a
golden egg every time he said 'Lay."
Well, Jack was not content, and it wasn’t long before he
determined to have another try at his luck up there at the top of the
beanstalk. So one fine morning, he rose up early, and went on to the beanstalk,
and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed till he got to the
top. But this time he knew better than to go straight to the ogre’s house. And
when he got near it, he waited behind a bush till he saw the ogre’s wife come
out with a pail to get some water, and then he crept into the house and got
into the copper. He hadn’t been there long when he heard thump! thump! thump!
as before, and in came the ogre and his wife.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an
Englishman," cried out the ogre. "I smell him, wife, I smell
him."
"Do you, my dearie?" says the ogre’s wife.
"Then if it’s that little rogue that stole your gold and the hen that laid
the golden eggs he’s sure to have got into the oven." And they both rushed
to the oven. But Jack wasn’t there, luckily, and the ogre’s wife said:
"There you are again with your fee-fi-fo-fum. Why, of course, it’s the
laddie you caught last night that I’ve broiled for your breakfast. How
forgetful I am, and how careless you are not to know the difference between
live un and a dead un."
So the ogre sat down to the breakfast and ate it, but
every now and then he would mutter: "Well, I could have sworn —" and
he’d get up and search the larder and the cupboards, and everything, only,
luckily, he didn’t think of the copper.
After breakfast was over, the ogre called out:
"Wife, wife, bring me my golden harp." So she brought it and put it
on the table before him. Then he said: "Sing!" and the golden harp
sang most beautifully. And it went on singing till the ogre fell asleep, and
commenced to snore like thunder.
Then Jack lifted up the copper-lid very quietly and got
down like a mouse and crept on hands and knees till he came to the table when
he got up and caught hold of the golden harp and dashed with it towards the
door. But the harp called out quite loud: "Master! Master!" and the
ogre woke up just in time to see Jack running off with his harp.
Jack ran as fast as he could, and the ogre came rushing
after, and would soon have caught him only Jack had a start and dodged him a bit
and knew where he was going. When he got to the beanstalk the ogre was not more
than twenty yards away when suddenly he saw Jack disappear like, and when he
came to the end of the road he saw Jack underneath climbing down for dear life.
Well, the ogre didn’t like trusting himself to such a ladder, and he stood and
waited, so Jack got another start. But just then the harp cried out:
"Master! Master!" and the ogre swung himself down on to the
beanstalk, which shook with his weight. Down climbs Jack, and after him climbed
the ogre. By this time Jack had climbed down and climbed down and climbed down
till he was very nearly home. So he called out: "Mother! Mother! bring me
an axe, bring me an axe." And his mother came rushing out with the axe in
her hand, but when she came to the beanstalk she stood stock still with fright,
for there she saw the ogre just coming down below the clouds.
But Jack jumped down and got hold of the axe and gave a
chop at the beanstalk which cut it half in two. The ogre felt the beanstalk
shake and quiver so he stopped to see what was the matter. Then Jack gave
another chop with the axe, and the beanstalk was cut in two and began to topple
over. Then the ogre fell down and broke his crown, and the beanstalk came
toppling after.
Then Jack showed his mother his golden harp, and what
with showing that and selling the golden eggs, Jack and his mother became very
rich, and he married a great princess, and they lived happy ever after.