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ジャックと豆の木
Jack and the Beanstalk
A long long time ago, when most of the world wasyoung and folk did what they liked because allthings were good, there lived a boy called Jack.
His father was bedridden, and his mother, a goodsoul, was busy early morns and late eyes planningand placing how to support her sick husband andher young son by selling them milk and butterwhich Milky White, the beautiful cow, gave themwithout stint.
For it was summertime. But winter came on, theherbs of the fields took refuge from the frost andthe warm earth, and though his mother sent Jack togather what fodder he could get in the hedgerows,he came back as often as not with a very emptysack.
For Jack's eyes were so often full of wonder atall the things he saw that sometimes he forgot towork.
So it came to pass that one morning Milky Whitegave no milk at all, not one drain. Then the goodhard-working mother threw her apron over her headand sobbed.
What shall we do? What shall we do?
Now Jack loved his mother, besides, he felt just abit sneaky at being such a big boy and doing solittle to help, so he said, Cheer up! Cheer up! I'll go and get work somewhere.
And he felt as he spoke as if he would work hisfingers to the bone, but the good woman shook herhead mournfully.
You've tried that before, Jack, she said, andnobody would keep you. You are quite a good ladbut your wits go AWOL gathering.
No, we must sell Milky White and live on themoney. It is no use crying over milk that is nothere to spill.
You see, she was a wise as well as a hard-workingwoman, and Jack's spirits rose.
Just so, he cried. We will sell Milky White and bericher than ever. It's an ill wind that blows noone good.
So, as it is market day, I'll just take her thereand we shall see what we shall see.
But, began his mother. But doesn't butter parsnips, laughed Jack. Trust me to make a goodbargain.
So, as it was washing day, and her sick husbandwas more ailing than usual, his mother let Jackset off to sell the cow.
Not less than ten pounds, she bawled after him ashe turned the corner. Ten pounds, indeed.
Jack had made up his mind to twenty. Twenty solidgold in sovereignce.
He was just settling what he should buy his motheras a faring out of the money, when he saw a queerlittle old man on the road who called out,
Good morning, Jack.
Good morning, replied Jack, with a polite bow,wondering how the queer little old man happened toknow his name.
Though, to be sure, Jack's were as plentiful asblackberries.
And where may you be going? asked the queer littleold man.
魔法の豆と豆の木
Jack wondered again, he was always wondering, youknow, what the queer little old man had to do withit.
But, being always polite, he replied.
I am going to market to sell Milky White, and Imean to make a good bargain.
So you will. So you will. chuckled the queerlittle old man.
You look the sort of chap for it. I bet you knowhow many beans make five?
Two in each hand and one in my mouth, answeredJack readily. He really was sharp as a needle.
Just so, just so. chuckled the queer little oldman, and as he spoke he drew out of his pocketfive beans.
Well, here they are, so give us Milky White.
Jack was so flabbergasted that he stood with hismouth open as if he expected the fifth bean to flyinto it.
What? he said at last. My Milky White for fivecommon beans. Not if I know it.
But they aren't common beans, put in the queerlittle old man, and there was a queer little smileon his queer little face.
If you plant these beans overnight, by morningthey will have grown up right into the very sky.
Jack was too flabbergasted this time even to openhis mouth, his eyes opened instead.
Did you say right into the very sky? he asked atlast.
For, see you, Jack had wondered more about the skythan about anything else.
Right up into the very sky repeated the queer oldman, with a nod between each word.
It's a good bargain, Jack, and, as fair plays ajewel, if they don't, why?
Meet me here tomorrow morning and you shall haveMilky White back again. Will that please you?
Right as a trivet, cried Jack, without stopping tothink, and the next moment he found himselfstanding on an empty road.
Two in each hand and one in my mouth, repeatedJack. That is what I said, and what I'll do.
Everything in order, and if what the queer littleold man said isn't true, I shall get Milky Whiteback tomorrow morning.
So whistling and munching the bean he trudged homecheerfully, wondering what the sky would be likeif he ever got there.
What a long time you've been! exclaimed hismother, who was watching anxiously for him at thegate.
It is past sunsetting, but I see you have soldMilky White. Tell me quick how much you got forher.
You'll never guess, began Jack.
Laws of mercy. You don't say so, interrupted thegood woman.
And I wording all day lest they should take youin.
What was it? Ten pounds, fifteen, sure it can't betwenty.
Jack held out the beans triumphantly.
There, he said. That's what I got for her, and ajolly good bargain too.
It was his mother's turn to be flabbergasted, butall she said was.
What? Them beans?
Yes, replied Jack, beginning to doubt his ownwisdom, but they're magic beans.
If you plant them overnight, by morning they, growright up, into, the, sky, oh.
Please don't hit so hard.
For Jack's mother for once had lost her temper,and was belabouring the boy for all she was worth.
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And when she had finished scolding and beating,she flung the miserable beans out of window andsent him, supperless, to bed.
If this was the magical effect of the beans,thought Jack ruefully, he didn't want any moremagic, if you please.
However, being healthy and, as a rule, happy, hesoon fell asleep and slept like a top.
When he woke he thought at first it was moonlight,for everything in the room showed greenish.
Then he stared at the little window. It wascovered as if with a curtain by leaves.
He was out of bed in a trice, and the next moment,without waiting to dress, was climbing up thebiggest beanstalk you ever saw.
For what the queer little old man had said wastrue.
One of the beans which his mother had chucked intothe garden had found soil, taken root, and grownin the night.
Where? Up to the very sky? Jack meant to see atany rate.
So he climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed.
It was easy work, for the big beanstalk with theleaves growing out of each side was like a ladder,for all that he soon was out of breath.
Then he got his second wind, and was justbeginning to wonder if he had a third when he sawin front of him a wide, shining white roadstretching away and away and away.
So he took to walking, and he walked, and walked,and walked, till he came to a tall, shining whitehouse with a wide white doorstep.
And on the doorstep stood a great big woman with ablack porridge pot in her hand.
Now Jack, having had no supper, was hungry as ahunter, and when he saw the porridge pot he saidquite politely.
Good morning, M. I wonder if you could give mesome breakfast?
Breakfast! echoed the woman, who, in truth, was anogre's wife.
If it is breakfast you're wanting, it's breakfastyou'll likely be, for I expect my man home everyinstant, and there is nothing he likes better forbreakfast than a boy, a fat boy grilled on toast.
Now Jack was not a bit of a coward, and when hewanted a thing he generally got it, so he saidcheerful-like.
I'd be fatter if I'd had my breakfast.
Whereat the ogre's wife laughed and bade Jack comein, for she was not, really, half as bad as shelooked.
But he had hardly finished the great bowl ofporridge and milk she gave him when the wholehouse began to tremble and quake.
It was the ogre coming home.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Into the oven with you, sharp! cried the ogre'swife, and the iron oven door was just closed whenthe ogre strode in.
Jack could see him through the little peepholeslide at the top where the steam came out.
He was a big one for sure.
He had three sheep strung to his belt, and thesehe threw down on the table.
Here, wife, he cried, roast me these snippets forbreakfast, they are all I've been able to get thismorning, worse luck.
I hope the oven's hot.
And he went to touch the handle, while Jack burstout all of a sweat, wondering what would happennext.
Roast! echoed the ogre's wife.
Poo! The little things would dry to cinders.Better boil them.
So she set to work to boil them, but the ogrebegan sniffing about the room.
They don't smell, mutton meat, he growled.
Then he frowned horribly and began the real ogre'srhyme.
Fee-fi-fo-fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive, or be he dead.
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Don't be silly! said his wife.
It's the bones of the little boy you had forsupper that I'm boiling down for soup.
Come, eat your breakfast, there's a good ogre.
So the ogre ate his three sheep, and when he haddone he went to a big oaken chest and took outthree big bags of golden pieces.
These he put on the table, and began to counttheir contents while his wife cleared away thebreakfast things.
And by and by his head began to nod, and at lasthe began to snore, and snored so loud that thewhole house shook.
Then Jack nipped out of the oven and, seizing oneof the bags of gold, crept away, and ran along thestraight, wide, shining white road as fast as hislegs would carry him till he came to the beanstalk.
He couldn't climb down it with the bag of gold, itwas so heavy, so he just flung his burden downfirst, and, helter-skelter, climbed after it.
And when he came to the bottom, there was hismother picking up gold pieces out of the garden asfast as she could, for, of course, the bag hadburst.
金の卵を産む鶏
"'Laws of Mercy me!' she says.
"'Wherever have you been?
See!
It's been raining gold!'
"'No, it hasn't,' began Jack.
I climbed up.
Then he turned to look for the beanstalk, but, loand behold!
It wasn't there at all!
So he knew, then, it was all real magic.
After that they lived happily on the gold piecesfor a long time, and the bedridden father got allsorts of nice things to eat, but, at last, a daycame when Jack's mother showed a doleful face asshe put a big yellow sovereign into Jack's handand bade him be careful marketing, because therewas not one more in the coffer.
After that they must starve.
That night Jack went supperless to bed of his ownaccord.
If he couldn't make money, he thought, at any ratehe could eat less money.
It was a shame for a big boy to stuff himself andbring no grist to the mill.
He slept like a top, as boys do when they don'tovereat themselves, and when he woke.
Hey, presto!
The whole room showed greenish, and there was acurtain of leaves over the window.
Another bean had grown in the night, and Jack wasup at like a lamplighter before you could sayknife.
This time he didn't take nearly so long climbinguntil he reached the straight, wide, white road,and in a trice he found himself before the tallwhite house, where on the wide white steps the ogre's wife was standing with the black porridge potin her hand.
And this time Jack was as bold as brass.
Good morning, M, he said.
I've come to ask you for breakfast, for I had nosupper, and I'm as hungry as a hunter.
Go away, bad boy! replied the ogre's wife.
Last time I gave a boy breakfast my man missed awhole bag of gold.
I believe you are the same boy.
Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, said Jack, with alaugh.
I'll tell you true when I've had my breakfast, butnot till then.
So the ogre's wife, who was dreadfully curious,gave him a big bowl full of porridge, but beforehe had half finished it he heard the ogre coming.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
In with you to the oven, shrieked the ogre's wife.
You shall tell me when he is gone to sleep.
This time Jack saw through the steam peephole thatthe ogre had three fat calves strung to his belt.
Better luck today, wife! he cried, and his voiceshook the house.
Quick! Roast these trifles for my breakfast.
I hope the oven's hot.
And he went to feel the handle of the door, buthis wife cried out sharply.
Roast! Why, you'd have to wait hours before theywere done.
I'll broil them, see how bright the fire is.
Oomph! growled the ogre.
And then he began sniffing and calling out.
Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive, or be he dead.
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Twaddle! said the ogre's wife.
It's only the bones of the boy you had last weekthat I've put into the pig bucket.
Oomph! said the ogre harshly, but he ate the broiled calves, and then he said to his wife,
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Bring me my hen that lays the magic eggs. I wantto see gold.
So the ogre's wife brought him a great big blackhen with a shiny red comb.
She plumped it down on the table and took away thebreakfast things.
Then the ogre said to the hen, Lay!
And it promptly laid, what do you think?
A beautiful, shiny, yellow, golden egg.
None so dusty, henny-penny, laughed the ogre.
I shan't have to beg as long as I've got you.
Then he said, Lay! once more, and, lo and behold!
There was another beautiful, shiny, yellow, goldenegg.
Jack could hardly believe his eyes, and made uphis mind that he would have that hen, come whatmight.
So, when the ogre began to doze, he just out likea flash from the oven, seized the hen, and ran forhis life.
But, you see, he reckoned without his prize, for hens, you know, always cackle when they leave theirnests after laying an egg,
and this one set up such a scrawing that it wokethe ogre.
Where's my hen? he shouted, and his wife camerushing in, and they both rushed to the door,
but Jack had got the better of them by a goodstart, and all they could see was a little figureright away down the wide white road,
holding a big, scrawing, cackling, flutteringblack hen by the legs.
How Jack got down the beanstalk he never knew.
It was all wings, and leaves, and feathers, and cacklings, but get down he did,
and there was his mother wondering if the sky wasgoing to fall.
But the very moment Jack touched ground he calledout, lay.
And the black hen ceased cackling and laid agreat, big, shiny, yellow, golden egg.
So everyone was satisfied, and from that momenteverybody had everything that money could buy.
For, whenever they wanted anything, they justsaid, lay.
And the black hen provided them with gold.
But Jack began to wonder if he couldn't findsomething else besides money in the sky.
So one fine moonlight midsummer night he refusedhis supper,
and before he went to bed stole out to the gardenwith a big watering can and watered the groundunder his window,
for, thought he, there must be two more beanssomewhere, and perhaps it is too dry for them togrow.
Then he slept like a top.
And, lo and behold! When he woke, there was thegreen light shimmering through his room,
and there he was in an instant on the beanstalk,climbing, climbing, climbing for all he was worth.
But this time he knew better than to ask for hisbreakfast, for the ogre's wife would be sure torecognize him.
So he just hid in some bushes beside the greatwhite house, till he saw her in the scullery,
and then he slipped out and hid himself in thecopper, for he knew she would be sure to look inthe oven first thing.
And by and by he heard.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
And peeping through a crack in the copper lid, hecould see the ogre stalk in with three huge oxenstrong at his belt.
But this time, no sooner had the ogre got into thehouse than he began shouting.
Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman.Be he alive, or be he dead.
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
For, see you, the copper lid didn't fit tight likethe oven door, and ogres have noses like a dog'sfor scent.
Well, I declare, so do I! exclaimed the ogre'swife.
It will be that horrid boy who stole the bag ofgold and the hen.
If so, he's hid in the oven.
But when she opened the door, lo and behold! Jackwasn't there.
Only some joints of meat roasting and sizzlingaway.
Then she laughed and said, you and me be fools forsure.
Why, it's the boy you caught last night as I wasgetting ready for your breakfast.
Yes, we be fools to take dead meat for live flesh.
So eat your breakfast, there's a good ogre.
But the ogre, though he enjoyed roast boy verymuch, wasn't satisfied,
and every now and then he would burst out with fee-fie-foe-fum,
and get up and search the cupboards, keeping Jackin a fever of fear lest he should think of thecopper.
But he didn't.
And when he had finished his breakfast he calledout to his wife, bring me my magic harp.
I want to be amused.
So she brought out a little harp and put it on thetable.
And the ogre leant back in his chair and said lazily.
Sing!
And, lo and behold! the harp began to sing.
If you want to know what it sang about?
Why?
It sang about everything.
And it sang so beautifully that Jack forgot to befrightened,
and the ogre forgot to think of fee-fie-foe-fum,and fell asleep and...
Did.
Not.
Snore.
Then Jack stole out of the copper like a mouse andcrept hands and knees to the table,
raised himself up ever so softly and laid hold ofthe magic harp,
for he was determined to have it.
But, no sooner had he touched it, than it criedout quite loud,
Master! Master!
So the ogre woke, saw Jack making off, and rushedafter him.
My goodness, it was a race!
Jack was nimble, but the ogre's stride was twiceas long.
So, though Jack turned, and twisted, and doubledlike a hare,
yet at last, when he got to the beanstalk, the ogre was not a dozen yards behind him.
There wasn't time to think, so Jack just flunghimself onto the stalk
and began to go down as fast as he could, whilethe harp kept calling,
Master! Master! at the very top of its voice.
He had only got down about a quarter of the waywhen there was the most awful lurch you can thinkof,
and Jack nearly fell off the beanstalk.
It was the ogre beginning to climb down, and hisweight made the stalk sway like a tree in a storm.
Then Jack knew it was life or death, and heclimbed down faster and faster,
and as he climbed he shouted, Mother! Mother!Bring an axe! Bring an axe!
Now his mother, as luck would have it, was in thebackyard chopping wood,
and she ran out thinking that this time the skymust have fallen.
Just at that moment Jack touched ground, and he flung down the harp,
which immediately began to sing of all sorts ofbeautiful things,
and he seized the axe and gave a great chop at thebeanstalk,
which shook and swayed and bent like barley beforea breeze.
Have a care! shouted the ogre, clinging on as hardas he could.
But Jack did have a care, and he dealt that beanstalk such a shrewd blow
that the whole of it, ogre and all, came topplingdown,
and, of course, the ogre broke his crown, so thathe died on the spot.
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