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. 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. 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. Then he strewed a little mould over it, so that it appeared like plain ground. 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 twenty-two feet deep, and nearly as broad, covering it over with long sticks and straw. 'The giant's treasure,' they said, 'will be the reward.' 'What reward will be given to the man who kills Cormoran?' One day Jack happened to be at the town-hall when the magistrates were sitting in council about the giant. He had done this for many years, so that all Cornwall was in despair. 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 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. 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.

In those days the Mount of Cornwall was kept by a huge giant named Cormoran.

He was brisk and of ready, lively wit, so that nobody or nothing could worst him. 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. Sacred Texts Legends and Sagas English Folklore Index Previous Next English Fairy Tales: Jack the Giant-Killer

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