class="indent5">Quickly the monster awoke, and wielding a cudgel,—

an oak tree,—

Chased little Jack

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With a shout of mighty, maniacal anger;

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Jack to the beanpod sprang with a leap, and desperate

           hurl'd his

Limbs in a downward, furious, headlong pre-cipitation,

But for a wink up-glanced; his foeman's ponderous

hob-nails

Shone from aloft:

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           Down crash'd big pods, and bean

avalanches.

"Haste mother, haste mother, oh! mother, haste, and

bring me the hatchet!"

Cried Jack, alighting on earth. She brought him an

axe double-handed.

Jack cleft clean thro' the haulm; that Giant desperate

hurl'd his

Limbs in a downward, roaring, thund'ring pre-cipitation,

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Crash'd to the ground stone-dead, with a crash as a crag

from a mountain.

"I'm your master now," said Jack to the harp at his

elbow;

"There's your old 'un! of him pray give your candid

opinion!"

Sweetly the mystical harp responded, "Master, a rascal!"