Motivational Stories 48
WHEN GOOD KING ARTHUR REIGNED, there lived near the
Land’s End of England, in the county of Cornwall, a farmer
who had one only son called Jack. He was brisk and of a
ready lively wit, so that nobody or nothing could worst him.
In those days the Mount of Cornwall was kept by a huge
giant named Cormoran. He was eighteen feet in height, and
about three yards round the waist, of a fierce and grim countenance,
the terror of all the neighbouring towns and villages.
He lived in a cave in the midst of the Mount, and
whenever he wanted food he would wade over to the mainland,
where he would furnish himself with whatever came
in his way. Everybody at his approach ran out of their houses,
while he seized on their cattle, making nothing of carrying
half-a-dozen oxen on his back at a time; and as for their
sheep and hogs, he would tie them round his waist like a
bunch of tallow-dips. He had done this for many years, so
that all Cornwall was in despair.
One day Jack happened to be at the town-hall when the
magistrates were sitting in council about the Giant. He asked:
“What reward will be given to the man who kills Cormoran?”
“The giant’s treasure,” they said, “will be the reward.” Quoth
Jack: “Then let me undertake it.”
So he got a horn, shovel, and pickaxe, and went over to
the Mount in the beginning of a dark winter’s evening, when
he fell to work, and before morning had dug a pit twentytwo
feet deep, and nearly as broad, covering it over with
long sticks and straw. Then he strewed a little mould over it,
so that it appeared like plain ground. Jack then placed himself
on the opposite side of the pit, farthest from the giant’s
lodging, and, just at the break of day, he put the horn to his
mouth, and blew, Tantivy, Tantivy. This noise roused the
giant, who rushed from his cave, crying: “You incorrigible
villain, are you come here to disturb my rest? You shall pay
dearly for this. Satisfaction I will have, and this it shall be, I
will take you whole and broil you for breakfast.” He had no
sooner uttered this, than he tumbled into the pit, and made
the very foundations of the Mount to shake. “Oh, Giant,”
quoth Jack, “where are you now? Oh, faith, you are gotten
now into Lob’s Pound, where I will surely plague you for
your threatening words: what do you think now of broiling
me for your breakfast? Will no other diet serve you but poor
Jack?” Then having tantalised the giant for a while, he gave
him a most weighty knock with his pickaxe on the very crown
of his head, and killed him on the spot.
Jack then filled up the pit with earth, and went to search
the cave, which he found contained much treasure. When
the magistrates heard of this they made a declaration he
should henceforth be termed JACK THE GIANT-KILLER
and presented him with a sword and a belt, on which were
written these words embroidered in letters of gold:
“Here’s the right valiant Cornish man,
Who slew the giant Cormoran.”
The news of Jack’s victory soon spread over all the West of
England, so that another giant, named Blunderbore, hearing
of it, vowed to be revenged on Jack, if ever he should
light on him. This giant was the lord of an enchanted castle
situated in the midst of a lonesome wood. Now Jack, about
four months afterwards, walking near this wood in his journey
to Wales, being weary, seated himself near a pleasant fountain and fell fast asleep. While he was sleeping, the giant,
coming there for water, discovered him, and knew him
to be the far-famed Jack the Giant-killer by the lines written
on the belt. Without ado, he took Jack on his shoulders and
carried him towards his castle. Now, as they passed through
a thicket, the rustling of the boughs awakened Jack, who
was strangely surprised to find himself in the clutches of the
giant. His terror was only begun, for, on entering the castle,
he saw the ground strewed with human bones, and the giant
told him his own would ere long be among them. After this
the giant locked poor Jack in an immense chamber, leaving
him there while he went to fetch another giant, his brother
