Now, I must tell you that near his home dwelt a poor widow with an only
daughter. The lad and the maiden were fast friends and true loves; but
when Jack asked his father's leave to marry the girl, “Never till you
have the money to keep her,” was the reply. “I have that, father,” said
the lad, and going to the ass he pulled its long ears; well, he pulled,
and he pulled, till one of them came off in his hands; but Neddy, though
he hee-hawed and he hee-hawed let fall no half crowns or guineas. The
father picked up a hay-fork and beat his son out of the house. I promise
you he ran. Ah! he ran and ran till he came bang against the door, and
burst it open, and there he was in a joiner's shop. “You're a likely
lad,” said the joiner; “serve me for a twelvemonths and a day and I will
pay you well.'” So he agreed, and served the carpenter for a year and
a day. “Now,” said the master, “I will give you your wage;” and he
presented him with a table, telling him he had but to say, “Table, be
covered,” and at once it would be spread with lots to eat and drink.
Jack hitched the table on his back, and away he went with it till he
came to the inn. “Well, host,” shouted he, “my dinner to-day, and that
of the best.”
“Very sorry, but there is nothing in the house but ham and eggs.”
“Ham and eggs for me!” exclaimed Jack. “I can do better than
that.--Come, my table, be covered!”
At once the table was spread with turkey and sausages, roast mutton,
potatoes, and greens. The publican opened his eyes, but he said nothing,
not he.
That night he fetched down from his attic a table very like that of
Jack, and exchanged the two. Jack, none the wiser, next morning hitched
the worthless table on to his back and carried it home. “Now, father,
may I marry my lass?” he asked.
“Not unless you can keep her,” replied the father. “Look here!”
exclaimed Jack. “Father, I have a table which does all my bidding.”
“Let me see it,” said the old man.
The lad set it in the middle of the room, and bade it be covered; but
all in vain, the table remained bare. In a rage, the father caught the
warming-pan down from the wall and warmed his son's back with it so that
the boy fled howling from the house, and ran and ran till he came to a
river and tumbled in. A man picked him out and bade him assist him in
making a bridge over the river; and how do you think he was doing it?
Why, by casting a tree across; so Jack climbed up to the top of the tree
and threw his weight on it, so that when the man had rooted the tree up,
Jack and the tree-head dropped on the farther bank.
“Thank you,” said the man; “and now for what you have done I will pay
you;” so saying, he tore a branch from the tree, and fettled it up into
a club with his knife. “There,” exclaimed he; “take this stick, and when
you say to it, 'Up stick and bang him,' it will knock any one down who
angers you.”
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