^^'c Exploits Sir Jack >f Danby Dale iiila.^ ^55 JL ^3J^^ BOOK 398.3.AT55L c. 1 ATKINSON # LAST OF GIANT KILLERS 3 ilS3 DD12M3m 1 THE LAST OF THE GIANT KILLERS THE LAST OF THE GIANT KILLERS. ^^ OR THE EXPLOITS OF SIR JACK OF DANBY DALE BY REV. J. C. ATKINSON, D.C.L. CANON OF YORK AUTHOR OF 'forty YEARS IN A MOORLAND PARISH,' ETC. ETC. iLontron MACMILLAN AND CO. AND NEW YORK I89I All rights resefi'ed \ PREFACE THE first three or four of the following stories were written without any intention or thought of publication. The object for which they were written was the amusement of certain children belonging to diverse families, who were more or less interested in the district, a part of which Danby Dale is, and who knew that the author, when his own children were little, had often been asked and had responded to the request to tell them stories involving local scenery and local characters (however imaginar}'), as well as local myths or folk-tales. Having, however, listened to the suggestion that it might be well to offer them for (as it is hoped) the delectation of a wider circle of youthful readers (if not auditors), he thinks it better to prefix a few explanatory, rather than only prefator}^ remarks to the stories themselves. VI PREFACE In almost every instance what may be called the starting-point of the several stories depends upon, or is connected with, local legend, local fact (of whatever kind), or ' local habitation.' The Giant- casts, Giant building-works ; the King Arthur legend ; the legends of the Loathly Worm ; of the nightly destruction of the day-done work of Church-building, and the ultimate flitting of the materials to another site ; of the Barguest or Church-grim ; of the insati- able Hunter with his horses and hounds buried with him, and his doom to hunt for ever, or until the Day of Judgment ; of the other presentation of the same idea involved in the Gabble-ratchet notion ; of the underground passages from historic buildings ; of the guarded treasure reachable by some of them ; and the like, are — at least have been — not only as actually localised in this district as in any other in England or the northern Continent of Europe, but have been, nay, are still, more readily accepted and accredited than the great slides and falls of rock and earth from the moor-banks, or the former prevalence and sway of the Wolf in our forest fastnesses. For even the fact that, as late as 1395 the * tewing ' or dressing and tanning of fourteen wolfskins, in a lot, is charged for in the accounts of Whitby Abbey, while it is enough to suggest that, in remoter places such as the forest- begrown wilds of Danby and Westerdale, those pleasant neighbours must have had a ' royal time of it,' is still not enough to keep alive in the popular PREFACE VU mind the circumstance that the Woodales in those parishes were * dales ' named after the ' wolf ' and not after the 'wood,' or that the many Wolf- pits, Wolf- hows, and so on, we still hear of about, are but the scanty remains of hosts of like-named places or objects. Again, the popular mind, although the popular eye observes the ' undercliffs ' in the Daleheads, and other like traces below the moor-bank, fails to take in the simple fact that these cliff- slips and down -fallings are patent and tangible facts, and that the bewildering properties and propensities of ' Jenny-wi'-t'-lantren ' are scarcely so ; while the curious discovery of an ' Ancient - British ' vase, possibly two thousand years buried, and within ten yards of it, only a year or two later, of two old- fashioned teapots, certainly entombed within the last two centuries, seemed to have but little in them to excite popular interest. And yet both these — the vase and the teapots — owed their burial and their preservation alike to bank-slips from above and the side of the great Glaisdale freestone quarry. And there was to me a something pathetic in seeing those old, discarded teapots (still good enough, how- ever, to serve as children's playthings), with other such -like 'nursery toys,' placed where children's hands had placed them, for play-use another day, on the shelf in the rock-rift play-place, standing there to remind me that children who could find their viii PREFACE pastime in such ' bairn - lakings,' as old teapots, cockle-shells, phials, and so forth, and who listened with an einpresseinent we can hardly allow for now, to talcs of Fairy, Hob, Witch, Grim, and Giant, should themselves have been the witnesses of, and in a sense the sufferers by, just such a rock-fall as, by many, \\\\\ be regarded as simply a tour de force in the opening story of the following series. CONTENTS How Little Jack came to be called Jack the Giant CRUSHER ... How Little Jack came by his Staff How Little Jack came to be called the Wolf queller ...... Tells, among other Things, how Giant Grim came BY THE Wonderful Eye How Sir Jack mastered the Woeful Worm of the Whorle Hill and the Eldritch Erne of Arncliff How Sir Jack overcame the Church -Grim Goat of Goathland . . . . . . How Sir Jack restored its Head to the Headless Hart of the Hart Leap .... 23 43 82 [47 192 HOW LITTLE JACK CAME TO BE CALLED JACK THE GL\NT-CRUSHER DID you ever hear of a place called Danby ? Do you know where it is ? I think it must be a very outlandish sort of place ; for I once heard an old ship -captain say it was not found out till after the battle of Waterloo. Still, I think he must have been wrong about that : because in books that were written three hundred years ago, or more than that, it used to be called Danbeiuin nenms, which is Latin, I believe, for Danby Forest. Sometimes, too, as I have heard, it used in those days to be called Danby in, or Danby on, the forest. So that .one may feel quite sure that the old sailor was wrong about its not having been discovered sooner. But if it was in the forest, as the old name says, may it not have got hid, as it were ? I know myself iE B a THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS that it was not easy to find ; because I remember a long time ago, when I was looking for it as hard as I could, and went the way people told me to go, for quite a long time I never seemed to get any nearer to it ; and at last, when I was thinking I could not be very far away from it, a lady, who seemed to come up suddenly — for I had never seen her or heard her till she was quite close to me, although I had been looking about every way for some one to inquire of — riding on quite a nice pony, told me to go ever so much farther. So I felt sure at once there must be something strange about the place somehow. And when I did find it at last, it was just as if it was hiding itself away ; for it was all in deep narrow valleys — so narrow and so deep, that in some parts of them even the sun himself could not find his way in during the deepest and darkest parts of winter. That is quite true, I know ; because I have myself seen the white frost lying un melted on the roof of a house in one part, in the afternoon of a very bright sunny day ; and all because the sun had not been able to find his way in, up there in that far dale, and down to the depths of it where the house stood. And so he could not get in and melt the hoar-frost. It does seem strange, I allow, that a place should even seem to try and hide itself away. But then, you know, there might be reasons for it. It might be that it had got a bad name, and wanted not to HOW HE WAS CALLED THE GIANT-CRUSHER 3 be easily found out. Or it might be that, because it was hard to find, certain folks or beings or creatures had chosen it to live in, because it suited the sort of lives they led. And it so happens that there used to be an old man who might often be seen walking about in those deep hide-away valleys or dales, who was in the habit of saying that he knew some strange, terrible stories of what used to go on there ; that, once upon a time, it was a terrible place for little boys and girls to have to live in, because dreadful things had happened to them there in the old far-away days, before all the giants had been made an end of For everybody knew that the real old sort of giants were very fond of children, before they got too big and tough, for breakfast or lunch ; and that, even yet, long pointed objects which might be seen about in the fields, which were giants' teeth, and huge joints of their backbones were still to be met with. Really and truly they must have come out of some huge creature ; and the old giants were much the most likely. But what was more than this — though the bones and the teeth were a good deal ; because seeing is believing, as everybody knows — there were places about with such names that there could be no doubt the old man was right in what he said. There was the Giant's Chamber, or Cave as some people called it, or the Dungeon as others did, in the great rocky cliffs of the Crag Wood. Then 4 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS there was Beanley Bank ; and on the other side of Danby, Jack Ing. Of course the Giant's Cave spoke for itself And as to Beanley Bank, nobody could help remembering the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, and this was the very place where he planted his bean ; and close by was the place where the giant fell lumbering down when Jack chopped the stalk through, and where all that mass of broken rocks on the hillside remained to show what a dreadful heavy fall it had been. And if Jack himself had been at home somewhere there- abouts, why Jack Ing was accounted for at once. There was no such thing, of course, as standing against such reasons as these. Only, the old man always said that though Jack Ing was called so because of a certain Jack, or Little Jack, as he was first of all generally called, still it wasn't the same Jack as planted the bean ; though he might be, and indeed he was, some far-off relation of his, and, besides that, born in the same family that Jack the Giant-killer had belonged to. And what was more worthy of being noticed still, this Danby Jack, or Little Jack, was the last little boy left in the whole dale. The fact was that Jack's mother's cottage had stood — one might almost say had been hid away — in the place called Jack Ing. And it was put there, or hidden away so, because the poor old lady was so dreadfully afraid lest the Giant who infested the HOW HE WAS CALLED THE GLANT-C RUSHER 5 country at that time should find her httle son and gobble him up just as he had done with all the other children in the dale. Really and truly this Giant was the last of the stock, and his home had been in the Giant's Chamber, or the Dungeon ; and he had not only made a practice of devouring children, but was a burden to the countryside in many another way besides ; and, worse than all, there seemed no sort of chance or hope of putting a stop to his shocking proceedings ; there seemed no way of ever catching him asleep, or otherwise taking him at unawares. Everybody knows very well that the family of giants was always apt to be a queer set of folks as regarded the matter of their eyes. Some of them had three eyes ; one on each side, and one in the middle as well, only high up in the fore- head. And then there were the giants with only one eye, one of whom named Polyphemus played Ulysses and his companions such a dirty trick ; only Ulysses was one too many for him, and by a cunning device poked out his one eye with a burnt stick. And then again there was the old English family of giants with one eye each, set in the very middle of their foreheads. But this old Giant that harried Danby so shockingly, besides being one of the one-eyed stock, with his eye in the middle, right up above the bridge of his nose, had this strange feature different from all his big, 6 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS cruel, monstrous relations ; namely, that he could take his eye out, when he did not want to use it himself, and put it somewhere else. Not want to use it himself! Well, that does sound a little strange. All ordinary people, even with two good eyes, always * want their eyes them- selves.' And yet, when one comes to think about it, you may say that people don't ' want their eyes' — that is, don't want the use of their eyes — when they are fast asleep and dreaming. One can surely take a nap, and snooze, and even snore quite loud without any help from his eyes. And besides, if little boys and girls with very good and sharp eyes are fast asleep, their eyes are of no use to them even although a very hungry giant were coming close to, and going to clutch them. And so, you see, this horrid old Giant we are talking about might not and would not want his one eye himself when he was just off for a sound sleep, such as giants have to sleep. But this old Giant had need to be very wide- awake, and knew he had. You may be quite sure he knew all about Beanstalk Jack, and the scurvy trick he had played Jiis giant. And he couldn't help knowing about Jack the Giant-killer, and the mischief he had worked to giant after giant. And besides, he had got more than a notion, more than a hint even, that there was still a Little Jack left in the country, and that he HOW HE WAS CALLED THE GLA XT- CRUSHER 7 was just as sharp, and just as willing to do for a lumbering ravenous giant as either of the other Little Jacks had been. And I believe our Little Jack's mother was quite aware of this, and that this was what made her so frightened of the Giant's finding her little boy. Anyway, this Giant — but I ought to tell you his name. He was called Grim — sometimes they called him old Grim ; sometimes Crag Grim, from the place he lived in ; and sometimes Greedy Grim, or just plain Giant Grim. Anyway, as I was saying, Greedy Grim knew he could not afford to be caught napping ; and so he had hit upon the craftiest dodge you can well think of: especially when you remember that these bulky old brutes were generally as thick-witted as they were thick-waisted. He had got himself a stick, a walking stick, you know, which he never went anywhere without. It was not a very big one, nor even a very tall one, for such a giant as he was. He chanced to see a tree one day, with its top blown off, and the rest of it nearly blown out of the ground. The stump that was left was about four times as tall as a tall man, and with a bulging boll such as to supply a stunning knob. This he pulled quite out of the ground, and trimmed the broken roots off as neatly as you can suppose a giant doing it, and all the side boughs as well. Next he fashioned the swelling root -end into a 8 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS rough likeness of a round bald skull, and one side of it into just such a face as one sometimes sees on a corbel stone on a church. This was his walking stick ; and in the rough, crumpled, crinkly-crankly part that came where the forehead was meant to be, he had cut a deep hole like the long half of a monster egg-shell, only with corners at the ends. And the use of this hole was, that when he went to sleep himself, he took his own one eye out of the socket in his forehead, and put it into the socket cut for it in the head of his big knob-stick. And then, when the eye was properly let in, the stick itself became quite wide-awake, and kept so all the time its master lay asleep ; and if anything or anybody came near while the Giant was taking his nap, the stick began to peg and thump and hammer about on the rock-floor of the cavern Grim lived in, fit to wake King Arthur and all his knights, and much more a crabby suspicious old giant such as this one was. Because, as I have told you, he was dreadfully afraid that there might, nay, that there really was, another Jack somewhere, just hiding up and waiting till he could find a convenient opportunity to do for him as all his kith and kin had been done for. And really he wasn't so very far wrong about it. Our ' Little Jack ' knew all about his far-off cousin. Jack the Giant-killer, and his nearer cousin Jack of the Beanstalk, quite as well as you do, you may be HOW HE WAS CALLED THE G LA NT- CRUSHER 9 sure ; and most likely better. And besides, his mother had told him plenty about the poor little boys and girls old Grim had gobbled up, and how, if he could only catch him, Jack, there would soon be an end of him the same way. So he was begin- ning to la}' plots and plans, and was watching and spying and scheming to see if he could not find out some way of outwitting and over -mastering this horrid old boy-eater. Moreover, he had had some very narrow escapes when he had been peeping about, and hiding up so as to be able to see how the Giant carried on when he was at home, or just going out or coming in. One day it happened like this : he had hid himself between two big stones that lay not very far away from the opening into the Giant's Cave, all grown over with blaeberry wires and ferns and ling, so that he was very well concealed. But old Grim, who could smell the blood of an English boy just as well as all his relations and fore- elders could ' smell the blood of an Englishman,' happened to nose him as he stooped down in order to get into his rocky chamber ; and such a search there was. Once his great huge foot was set down right on to the stones between which Little Jack was lying hid, and they began to crumble and crack right over his poor little head ; and one cruel bit, with a very sharp corner, fell in upon him, and cut a nasty jaggy gash just above his forehead, and the blood ran down all over his face. And the Giant 10 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS smelt it too, and began to hunt about worse than ever. It was a lucky thing for Jack that Grim's big old hoof had cracked and broken the edges of the rocks that hid him so well. Because when Grim saw all the breakage he hadn't the least bit of a notion that a boy could be hidden under such a heap of crushed rock and broken bits of stone as was lying just under his nose. At last, when he could not find a thing anywhere, either like or not like a living boy, he went off to his cave with a growl and a snarl : and you may be sure Jack wasn't long, when once he saw his enemy stoop and put his head inside the great hole in the rocks where he lived, in getting out of his hiding-place and running as hard as he could to a spot where the Giant couldn't follow him, even if he heard him running or perhaps saw him out of the corner of his eye. Jack would have liked to stop, because he thought that Giant Grim, being vexed and angry, would perhaps not have been quite so dodgy and shifty as he generally seemed to be when he got home, partly as if he was afraid that somebody might have got into his cave-house when he was away, and partly as if he was afraid of being watched there ; and because he knew, too, how it had fared with his giant relations in that sort of way. However, on this occasion. Jack thought he'd better be cautious. But I don't think I have ever told you yet any- thing very particular about the place where the Giant HOW HE WAS CALLED THE GIANT-CRUSHER ii lived, or what was the making and fashion of it. I have only told you that it was called the Giant's Cave or Chamber, and that it was in the great mass of rock, so many feet high, that you can see even yet tower- ing up above the great mass of what we call the Crag Wood. No doubt it would puzzle a very clever person, much cleverer than you and I are, to find a hole in the rocks there now very much bigger than a fox might want to creep into. It is a fact, however, that the foxes do creep into a hole there when the hounds are silly enough to go thither to hunt them, and that hole just where the Giant's Chamber used to be. And my idea is that they have got a jolly big place inside for their young ones to play about in when it is too wet or too stormy for them to come out and play about outside the hole. And, indeed, just a little outside the hole you may see a great square sort of a stone, as big as a cottage house almost ; and on that stone very often, when the silly hounds are known to be coming, some of the gamekeeper's men light a great blazing fire of dead boughs and stumps of trees that will be sure to burn half the day through, just on purpose to frighten the foxes away if they should happen to run that way when being hunted. Well, for all there is such a little outside hole there now, in old Grim's time there was a great tall opening in the side of the cliff or crag, almost as high as the church -tower, and when you had passed in some two or three yards the 12 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KTLLERS hole widened out on both sides and went hollow upwards as well ; while to the back from the front it was as wide as the old church itself So you may fancy it was about big enough to give shelter even to such a monstrous old animal as Giant Grim actually was. There was no light came in anywhere except at that tall opening which the Giant used for a door- way, and which, though it was not tall enough to let him get in without stooping his hunchy old back, was yet wide enough to let him, overgrown as he was, walk in without turning sideways ; and so, a deal of the space inside was as dark as dark, especi- ally the corners on each side of the opening or door- way. Inside, but not quite exactly opposite the doorway, was another great square bit of rock, as big as, if not bigger than, the one outside — the one you know which they use to light the fox-fires on — and this was used by the Giant as his dinner table. All along one side of the cave there was a sort of ledge of rock, a little higher than the floor of the cave ; and at the end of it nearest the door was a sort of step of stone the whole width of the ledge, which served the Giant as a pillow. And, though you will hardly believe it, there was quite a hollow worn into it by his knobbly old head lying so rough and heavy on it. Just beside this pillow, and between it and the doorway, there was a big slab of stone standing up on its edge, as if to keep the HOW HE WAS CALLED THE GIAXT-CRUSHER 13 draught off the Giant when he was abed. And it was against this slab that the Giant always rested his walking-stick when he went to bed, first putting his one eye into the socket in the head of the stick that I told you of. You remember, too, that I told you the stick used to kick up an awful pounding and hammering if any possibility of danger seemed to be approaching while Grim was asleep. Well, of course all this pounding and banging had made quite a hole in the floor where the foot of the stick used to stand, and also up above where its great ugly head rested against the inside wall of the cave, because, as you see, it could not keep its head still while its foot was all the time punching out a hole in the floor. And so you see again there was another great hole butted into the wall above besides the one pounded into the floor. But, besides all this, just at the upper edge of the standing slab of stone I mentioned just now, and so close to the hole that the head of the stick had made that it was not farther off than your hand is from your shoulder, and all too in such a dark part of the cave, there was a hollow place just big enough to take a not very big boy in, and hide him so that nobody without a candle could possibly find him. And I don't think that old Grim ever used candles in that draughty cavern of his. Now I have been very particular in telling you all about these things to help you to understand how 14 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS Little Jack framed (managed, contrived) at last to master the Giant, and put a stop to his lunching or dining on the little girls and boys of the dales. For it was he, Little Jack himself, who gave this particular, and of course equally true, account of the inside of the cave : for he found his way in, crafty little chap that he was, two different times. The first of these times he got to see and learn all he wanted to know. And he found that mainly a good part of it was very much what he had come to fancy it might be in consequence of all his watchings and spyings outside. And then he laid his little plans accord- ingly ; and those plans, though you will stare when I tell you so, depended on nothing less than robbing the Giant of his eye ! Now I suppose that nobody can walk about these dales, and especially along the moor-banks that shut them in on both sides, without noticing how hundreds of stones and great pieces of rock have rolled down those steep banks in the old days. Nay, there are places in different parts of the Dales where one who looks can see for himself that, some time or other, there is safe to be a great fall of rock and earth from some shaky place in the moor-edge. Why, there's a place in little Fryup Side, just up above Crossley Side House, where there is a great crack which has been getting wider and wider for these fifty years, showing that the side of the hill just up at the top is splitting away from the moor above, and that the HO IV HE WAS CALLED THE GIANT-CRUSHER 15 slice that is splitting off will surely, after some long time, go rushing down into the dale below, like a great overpowering avalanche of earth and rocks and stones. Perhaps even some of the stones will go bounding down as low as Crossley Side Farm itself. Now I am able to tell you that our Little Jack's plan depended partly on just such a chance as this. For he had noticed exactly such a crack or splitting above the crag a little on one side of ^the entrance to the Giant's den ; and he saw too that no long time would pass before it all went down together, though old Grim, stupid and blunder-headed, as all those big lumbering giants always were, had never given it a moment's notice. And more still than that deep split. Jack had seen, one day when he was scrambling up a jaggy, steep, screwy little trackway he had found for himself close by, that in one place the roots of a big old tree crossed the crack in two or three places, and that more than one of the weak- est were newly broken, as if they had been strained more than they could stand ; and so he thought - — But I'll tell you what he thought presently. Well, Jack had contrived to find out that Greedy Grim, now that boys and girls were so scarce, fancied a calf as much as anything for his dinner ; and he liked a white wye, or heifer calf, best of all : for he said they were tenderer, and his teeth were not so sharp and good as they had been. And when he had picked all the big bones — he ate all the little i6 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS ones clean up, you know — he used to lie down on his rocky bed and have a good sleep. Now it happened that, one day, very soon after his visit to the inside of the cave. Jack, being as usual on the watch, saw old Grim nearly a mile off, coming loping along with a white calf under each arm. Jack knew where he had got them ; for they were twins, both wyes and both white, and he had been to see them at neighbour Higgs's just after they were calved. ' Now's my chance,' thought Jack ; ' for after a meal like that he's safe to have a good nap.' And away he bundled as hard as he could, so as to be able to get into his hiding-place near the hole made by the head of the walking-stick. And he had just got into it and snugly hid, when the old Giant came up and flung his two calves down on the ground close by the door. As luck would have it, the Giant was so hungry he set to work to prepare the calves for cooking directly ; or else, you know, he might have smelt Little Jack out. But pulling the logs of his fire together — for he always made it well up before going out to hunt for his victuals for the day — he had the two calves hung up and twirling over it before you could say anything half as short as ' Jack Robinson.' Well, I daresay you don't want to hear how he ate his dinner, and enjoyed it ; or how he made his hands and mouth want washing rather, in eating it ; and so I shall only tell you that exactly as Jack had foreseen. HOJV HE WAS CALLED THE GLANT-C RUSHER 17 he went straight to his bed : for he had been obhged to unbuckle his belt long before. But as soon as ever he got to his bedside, as was likely he would, when you remember where little Jack had hid himself, he ' smelt the blood of an English boy ! ' And he felt sure there was an English boy close by, too ! And it was more than lucky for Jack that he had eaten all the seave-lights he had got at Mother Higgs's when he had gone there and taken the two calves. For it is plain enough that if he had brought them home to baste his veal with as he was cooking it, and had saved only one, and had lighted it to look for the English boy with, then he would have found Jack directly and without any sort of trouble. You may fancy what a fright poor Little Jack was in when he heard the old brute muttering, ' I can smell the blood, I can smell the blood, the blood, the blood of an English boy ; and I'll have him, ril have him for my supper as sure as a gun,' and knew that all the while he was feeling about, and searching every crack and cranny, big enough to hold a rabbit, and much more a Jack of Jack- the- Giant -killer breed. But fortunately he was just a little too particular in searching all the cracks and crannies low down in the wall, however small they might be ; and so, by the time he had got within half a hand's breadth of Jack's hiding- place, and when Jack thought the next sweep of his horrid old paw would cover over his lair. Grim had C 1 8 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS become so sleepy he could not carry on any longer, and hitting his head a great knock, as he nodded, against the rock wall — which hurt the rock but only waked him up a little — he sat down on his pillow and began to' fumble about with his stick and his eye ; for he was not too sleepy to forget that little piece of business. And now Jack's chance was coming. Trembling, partly from the fright he had been in, and indeed was in still, and partly with apprehensions about the success of his plan, he got ready for action as well as he could. There was the stick on one side, all but touching him. There was old Grim sitting on his hard pillow-end, and fumbling with his eye, and he was so sleepy with his hearty dinner he fumbled more than usual ; and Jack knew that he must catch the eye before Grim got it into the head of the stick. And if he didn't, or missed his snatch, why then, good-bye to poor Little Jack! So there he was perched like a bird in its nest, quite cool though very anxious, watching all the sleepy monster's move- ments ; for, now that his eyes had got accustomed to the darkness of the cavern, he could see what was going on in what was, after all, only a sort of semi- darkness surrounding the place where the Giant sat. Presently he saw a dim sort of fishy light — just like what is given out by stale fish in a quite dark room — and it began to move upwards and towards him with a slow, unsteady motion. He knew this HOW HE WAS CALLED THE GIANT-CRUSHER 19 was the eye in its owner's hand being Hfted up to- wards the head of the stick. Next he could just see enough to make out that it was held between the forefinger and the middle finger ; and then he took courage, for he felt sure he could grab it more easily so, than if it had been held between the finger and the thumb. Up it came, a foot at a time, and Jack's heart beat so, he almost fancied the Giant might hear it. Now it was level with Jack's eyes. A moment more, as it still rose, and it would be close to the socket in the head of the stick. And then in a flash Jack made his snatch, got the eye by the tag at the end that served to keep it fast in the wooden socket, and was sliding down the side of the partition- stone as if he had been bred a lamplighter, and was off like a shot round the corner towards the Crag ; partly because he was sure that the Giant, on getting outside the cave and trying to follow him, would naturally go the downward path ; and partly besides, because he had another plan which he hoped and thought would be likely to work if he made his way up that steep clambery path I told you of His one great fear was, that the Giant might stop to listen directly he got outside, and so might hear him as he scrambled up ; and that then his nose, which Jack knew well enough to be a little frightened of, might enable him to .catch him like a fly on the window, if he had not succeeded in climbing far enough to be out of his reach. So, when Jack 20 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS heard his old enemy come lumbering and roaring out of the cave, he waited stock still, being only about five yards up the cliff. But Grim never paused, only went on along the usual track feeling about with his long hands and fingers, hoping to catch the daring little thief who had played him such a pesti- lent trick. Well, what do you think Jack did when he saw what the Giant was up to ? He began his climbing again from the place he had halted at, making all the noise he could, and even contriving to kick down a good big stone or two, one of which actually hop- ped on to the back of old Grim's hand as he felt about near the ground. In a minute or two, when he had climbed high enough to be quite out of reach, even if the Giant were standing at the very foot of the cliff, he began to whistle and crow and yell as loud as he could. Grim heard him, you may be sure, and knew it was not only the voice of a boy, but of the very boy he had said he meant to have for supper. And he thought in a moment too, * Ah ! I shall have my supper after all ; for he can't get away that way. And won't I grind the little rascal's bones when I catch him ! ' But as he was making all the haste he could to where he heard Jack's, hullaballoo, you may guess if he didn't dance with rage — only his dancing was something queerer and clumsier than any bear's you ever saw — when he heard Jack begin to sing at the very top of his voice — HOW HE WAS CALLED THE GIANT-CRUSHER 21 There you go with your eye out, And your nose in a sling ; And a Giant, his eye without, Is only a plainish thing ! I am sure there is no need for me to try and tell you what a rage he was in, and how he caught up stones and earth and sods, whole sheets of them, and flung them where it seemed to him the singing came from. But Jack knew he was safe, and kept on sing- ing and mocking him all the same ; and at last he was impudent enough to invite the enraged old monster to come to the foot of the cliff and he — Jack — would reach down his hand and help him to climb up ! This riled Grim worse than anything yet, and roaring out that he would soon ' be after the japing little ninnyhammer,' he blundered quite close up to the foot of the crags. Now this was just what Jack had schemed for ; and as soon as he had enticed his foe fairly below him, having already got his big pocket-knife, with half a dozen blades and corkscrew and pricker, out of his pocket all ready, with the saw-blade open, he began to work away like mad at the root he had been watching now for some time ; and before he had sawed half-way through — CRASH ! Snap ! Bang ! ! ! went the root, and Groan ! Grind ! Rumble ! ! ! Roar ! ! ! ! Shudder ! ! ! ! Smash ! ! ! as if a hundred big castles and churches, with two oi' 22 THE LAST OF THE GIANT-KILLERS three towns chucked in to help the din, went all the front of the cliffs toppling and tumbling down to- gether in one almighty Smash ! And when Jack got back his senses a little, and his ears began to throb and ache a little less, and his eyes to recover their power of seeing, and the dust and leaves and twigs that had been thrown up into the air like a cloud by such an undeni- able smithereen -business as this land -slip had been, had settled down a little, so that he was able to look down below once again, there he saw that tumbled mass of rocks and earth that we all look upon when we go there, only so beautifully grown over now with birch-trees and holly-trees and ferns, some of them six feet high and more. But tJien^ it was all rough, raw ruin, rocks and earth in one huge unimaginable ruin and confusion and deso- lation. But just in one particular place Jack could see the toe of a great big brogue, and he somehow a sort of guessed that the foot which used to wear it was a little bit farther in, and that the old monster it belonged to had eaten his last little boy or girl, or indeed white wye either. And this was the last of the giants in these parts, and that^the exact way he came by his end. And I think you now know why Little Jack came to be called always after this Jack the Giant-Crusher. s 1 ^t-^-T— ^^^ 'i^*^^^^^^^"- '^^s