Even then he was not quite satisfied, for every now and
again he would say:
"Fee, fi, fo, fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman;"
and once he got up and looked in the kettle. But, of course, Jack was
in the oven all the time!
When the giant had finished, he called out: "Wife, bring me the golden
harp!" So she brought in the golden harp, and placed it on the table.
"Sing!" said the giant; and the harp at once began to sing the most
beautiful songs that ever were heard. It sang so sweetly that the
giant soon fell fast asleep; and then Jack crept quietly out of the
oven, and going on tiptoe to the table, seized hold of the golden
harp. But the harp at once called out: "Master! master!" and the
giant woke up just in time to catch sight of Jack running out of the
kitchen-door.
With a fearful roar, he seized his oak-tree club, and dashed after
Jack, who held the harp tight, and ran faster than he had ever run
before. The giant, brandishing his club, and taking terribly long
strides, gained on Jack at every instant, and he would have been
caught if the giant hadn't slipped over a boulder. Before he could
pick himself up, Jack began to climb down the beanstalk, and when the
giant arrived at the edge he was nearly half-way to the cottage.
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