LESSON 69 Little Dick And The Giant
Little Dick, what a gay fellow he was!
He used to go about singing and whistling the whole day long.
He was always merry, and scarcely anything could make him sad.
One day, little Dick thought that he would have a ramble in the forest, at some distance from his home.
So off he set in high spirits, singing and whistling till he made the woods ring again.
At last he reached a clear brook that ran through the wood; and being thirsty, he stooped to drink.
But just at that moment, he was suddenly seized from behind;
and he found himself in the hands of a great, tall giant, a hundred times as big as himself!
The giant looked at him with great delight, and then put him into a large bag, and carried him off.
Poor Dicky tried all he could to get out of the bag, but to no purpose.
He screamed, he struggled, he tried to tear the bag; but the giant only laughed at him for his pains, and went on, holding him fast.
At last the giant came to his house, a gloomy-looking place, with a high wall all round it, and no trees or flowers.
When he got in, he shut the door, and took Dicky out of the bag.
The poor captive now thought that his time was come;
for when he looked round he saw a large fire, and before it two victims larger than himself roasting for the giant's dinner.
The giant, however, did not kill Dick, but only put him into a prison which he had prepared for him.
The prison was quite dark, with bars all round it; and the only food in it was a piece of dry bread and a cup of water.
Dick beat his head against the iron bars, and dashed backwards and forwards, and felt very wretched.
Next day, the giant came and looked at Dick;
and finding that he had eaten none of the bread, he took him by the head, and crammed some of it down his throat!
Poor Dick was too much frighted to think of eating or drinking.
He was left all alone in the dark another day, and a sad day it was.
The poor creature thought of his own home, his companions, the sunlight, the trees, the flowers, and the many nice things he used to eat;
and then he screamed, and tried to get be tween the iron bars, and beat and tore himself.
The giant came again, and wanted Dick to sing as he used to do, and be happy and merry.
"Sing, sing, sing!" said he. But Dick was much too sad to sing.
A prison is no place in which to sing songs.
At last the giant grew angry, and took Dick out to force him to sing.
Dick gave a loud scream, plunged and struggled, and then sank dead in the giant's hand!
This is a true story. Poor Dicky was a little bird, and the giant was a cruel boy.