![]() ![]() The beanstalk grew up quite close past Jack's window, so all he had toĭo was to open it and give a jump onto the beanstalk which ran up just Garden had sprung up into a big beanstalk which went up and up and up till Saw? Why, the beans his mother had thrown out of the window into the Up and dressed himself and went to the window. Part of it, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. When he woke up, the room looked so funny. Sorry he was, to be sure, as much for his mother's sake as for the loss of So Jack went upstairs to his little room in the attic, and sad and That! Take that! And as for your precious beans here they go out of the Parish, and prime beef to boot, for a set of paltry beans? Take that! Take Such an idiot, as to give away my Milky-White, the best milker in the Good boy! Five pounds? Ten? Fifteen? No, it "Right," says Jack, and hands him over Milky-White's halter and pocketsīack goes Jack home, and as he hadn't gone very far it wasn't dusk by And if it doesn't turn out to be true you can have Them overnight, by morning they grow right up to the sky." "Ah! You don't know what these beans are," said the man. "As you are so sharp," says he, "I don't mind doingĪ swap with you - your cow for these beans." Themselves," he went on, pulling out of his pocket a number of "Right you are," says the man, "and here they are, the very beans "Two in each hand and one in your mouth," says Jack, as sharp as a Wonder if you know how many beans make five." "Oh, you look the proper sort of chap to sell cows," said the man. "I'm going to market to sell our cow there." "Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" said the man. "Good morning to you," said Jack, and wondered how he knew his name. Gone far when he met a funny-looking old man, who said to him, "Good ![]() So he took the cow's halter in his hand, and off he started. Sell Milky-White, and then we'll see what we can do." "We must sell Milky-White and with the money start a shop, or something." "We've tried that before, and nobody would take you," said his mother. "Cheer up, mother, I'll go and get work somewhere," said Jack. "What shall we do, what shall we do?" said the widow, wringing her Morning Milky-White gave no milk, and they didn't know what to do. And all they had to live on was the milk theĬow gave every morning, which they carried to the market and sold. There was once upon a time a poor widow who had an only son named Jack,Īnd a cow named Milky-White. Jack and the Beanstalk As recorded by Joseph Jacobs Ashliman's folktexts, a library of folktales, folklore, Source: Richard Chase, The Jack Tales: Folk Tales from the Southern Appalachians (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2003), pp. Source: Flora Annie Steel, English Fairy Tales (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1918), pp. Link to Jack and the Beanstalk, as retold by Flora Annie Steel.Source: The Child's Own Book, 9th edition (London: William Tegg, 1861), pp. This is first known printed version of this tale (presented here by The Hockliffe Project). Link to The History of Jack and the Bean-Stalk: Printed from the Original Manuscript, Never Before Published (London: B.Jand and the Bean-Stalk, as recorded by Martha Warren Beckwith (Jamaica, 1924).Jack and the Bean-Pole, as recorded by Elsie Clews Parsons (Pennsylvania, 1917).Jack and the Beanstalk, as recorded by Edwin Sidney Hartland (1890).Jack and the Beanstalk, as recorded by Andrew Lang.Jack and the Beanstalk, as recorded by Joseph Jacobs. ![]()
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