English Fairy and Other Folk Tales JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 1
English Fairy and Other Folk Tales JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 1
English Fairy and Other Folk Tales JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 1
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
And when, as the use then was, that noble adventurers would seek their fortune <strong>and</strong> chance into divers<br />
<strong>and</strong> strange. nations, one renowned gallant came into Engl<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> he called as challenger for death <strong>and</strong><br />
life, come who list Insomuch that the king comm<strong>and</strong>ed this Stanley to cope, with him; <strong>and</strong>, to make short<br />
protestation, his chance was to overthrow the challenger <strong>and</strong> obtain the victory. Then the king made him<br />
knight, <strong>and</strong> gave him certain l<strong>and</strong>s to live on.<br />
After this foresaid Stanley came for marriage to the daughter of Oskell of Lathom, which was found in<br />
the eagle's nest, <strong>and</strong> obtained her favour, <strong>and</strong> espoused her. And then after the death of Oskell he was<br />
Lord Lathom, <strong>and</strong> enjoyed it many years. And for such service as he did afterwards the king made him<br />
Lord Stanley; <strong>and</strong> he was the first lord of the name; <strong>and</strong> so by that reason the Stanleys descended of<br />
Lathom give the eagle <strong>and</strong> the child in their arms.<br />
Footnotes<br />
1 Journal of the British Archaeological Association, vol vii., from Hare's MSS., vol. ii; reprinted in<br />
Harl<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> Wilkinson's Lancashire Legends, p. 259.<br />
WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT. 1<br />
IN the reign of the famous King Edward III. there was a little boy called Dick Whittington, whose father<br />
<strong>and</strong> mother died when he was very young, so that he remembered nothing at all about them, <strong>and</strong> was left<br />
a ragged little fellow running about a country village. As poor Dick was not old enough to work, he was<br />
very badly off; he got but little for his dinner, <strong>and</strong> sometimes nothing at all for his breakfast; for the<br />
people who lived in the village were very poor indeed, <strong>and</strong> could not spare him much more than th<br />
parings of potatoes, <strong>and</strong> now <strong>and</strong> then a hard crust of bread<br />
For all this Dick Whittington was a very sharp boy, <strong>and</strong> was always listening to what everybody talked<br />
about Or Sunday he was sure to get near the farmers, as they sat talk lug on the tombstones in the<br />
churchyard, before the parson was come; <strong>and</strong> once a week you might see little Dick leaning against the<br />
sign-post of the village alehouse, where people stopped to drink as they came from the next market town<br />
<strong>and</strong> when the barber's shop door was open, Dick listened to all the news that his customers told one<br />
another.<br />
In this manner Dick heard a great many very strange things about the great city called London; for the<br />
foolish country people at that time thought that folks in London were all fine gentlemen <strong>and</strong> ladies; <strong>and</strong><br />
that there was singing <strong>and</strong> music there all day long; <strong>and</strong> that the streets were all paved with gold.<br />
One day a large waggon <strong>and</strong> eight horses, all with bells at their heads, drove through the village while<br />
Dick was st<strong>and</strong>ing by the sign-post. He thought that this waggoner must be going to the fine town of<br />
London; so he tool courage, <strong>and</strong> asked the waggoner to let him walk with his by the side of the waggon.<br />
As soon as the waggoner heard that poor Dick had no father or mother, <strong>and</strong> saw by his ragged clothes<br />
that he could not be worse off than he was he told him he might go if he would, so they set off together.<br />
I could never find out how little Dick contrived to get meat <strong>and</strong> drink on the road; nor how he could walk<br />
file:///I|/mythology/engl<strong>and</strong>/efft/4.html (30 of 129) [01/25/2004 6:42:02 AM]