JACK THE GIANT KILLER.

sea|N the days of King Arthur there lived
Al in Cornwall a lad named Jack, who
loved to hear the wonderful deeds
done by King Arthur and the knights
of his Round Table, which were
greatly noised abroad.
Jack did not see why he himself
should not achieve as great adventures as Sir
Lancelot du Lac, Sir Gawain, or Sir Kay.
At this time there lived many giants in Cornwall.
Not far from Jack’s father’s house, on the top of
S. Michael’s Mount, lived one who was the terror
of the neighbourhood. His name was Cormoran,
and he had a voracious appetite. When he
required food, he came down from his castle, and
seizing on the flocks and herds of the poor people,
would cast an ox over his shoulder and stuff his
wallet with sheep, and stride back to his dwelling
thus supplied.
This had been his manner of life for many years,
and the country round Mount’s Bay was nearly
ruined through him.
After Cormoran had stuffed himself well with meat,
he usually remained at home for a good many
days, till his supply was exhausted.
Jack took advantage of this circumstance, and

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