"Dearie me, that is my husband!" said the giantess, in a terrible
fright; "we must hide you somehow," and she lifted Jack up and popped
him into the empty kettle.
No sooner had the giant's wife opened the door than her husband roared
out:
"Fee, 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!"
"It's a boy, I'm sure it is," he continued. "Where is he? I'll have him
for my breakfast."
"Nonsense!" said his wife; "you must be mistaken. It's the ox's hide
you smell." So he sat down, and ate up the greater part of the ox.
When he had finished he said: "Wife, bring me my money-bags." So his
wife brought him two full bags of gold, and the giant began to count
his money. But he was so sleepy that his head soon began to nod, and
then he began to snore, like the rumbling of thunder. Then Jack crept
out, snatched up the two bags, and though the giant's dog barked
loudly, he made his way down the beanstalk back to the cottage before
the giant awoke.
Jack and his mother were now quite rich; but it occurred to him one
day that he would like to see how matters were going on at the giant's
castle. So while his mother was away at market, he climbed up, and up,
and up, and up, until he got to the top of the beanstalk again.
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