y to Wales.

Jack, having but very little money, thought it prudent to make the best
of his way by travelling as fast as he could; but, losing his road, was
benighted, and could not get a place of entertainment until he came to a
valley placed between two hills, where stood a large house in a lonesome
place. He took courage to knock at the gate, and to his great surprise
there came forth a monstrous Giant, having two heads; yet he did not
seem so fiery as the others had been, for he was a Welsh Giant, and what
he did was by secret malice; for, Jack telling his condition, he bid him
welcome, showing him a room with a bed in it, whereon he might take his
night's repose; therefore, Jack undressed himself, and, as the Giant was
walking to another apartment, Jack heard him muttering forth these
words to himself--

"Though here you lodge with me this night,
You shall not see the morning light;
My club shall dash your brains out quite."

"Sayest thou so," quoth Jack; "this is like your Welsh tricks, yet I
hope to be cunning enough for you." Then, getting out of bed, he put a
billet in his stead, and hid himself in a corner of the room; and, in
the dead time of the night, the Welsh Giant came with his great knotty
club, and struck several blows upon the bed where Jack had laid the
billet, and then returned to his own chamber, supposing he had broken
all the bones in his body.

In the morning, Jack gave him hearty thanks for his lodging.

The Giant said to him, "How have you rested? Did you not feel something
in the night?"

"Nothing," quoth Jack, "but a rat which gave me three or four slaps with
her tail."

Soon after the Giant arose and went to breakfast with a bowl of hasty
pudding, containing nearly four gallons, giving Jack the like quantity,
who, being loath to let the Giant know he could not eat with him, got a
large leathern bag, putting it very artfully under his loose coat, into
which he secretly conveyed his pudding, telling the Giant he could show
him a trick; then, taking a large knife, he ripped open the bag, which
the Giant supposed to be his belly, when out came the hasty pudding, at
which the Welsh Giant cried, "Cotplut, hur can do dat trick hurself."

Then, taking his sharp knife, he ripped up his own belly from the bottom
to the top, and out dropped his tripes and trolly bags, so that he fell
down for dead. Thus Jack outwitted the Giant, and proceeded on his
journey.

About this time King Art