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The Three Treasures of the Giants
Long, long ago, there lived an old man and his wife who had three sons; the
eldest was called Martin, the second Michael, while the third was named Jack.
One evening they were all seated round the table, eating their supper of bread
'Martin,' said the old man suddenly, 'I feel that I cannot live much longer. You, as
the eldest, will inherit this hut; but, if you value my blessing, be good to your
mother and brothers.'
'Certainly, father; how can you suppose I should do them wrong?' replied Martin
indignantly, helping himself to all the best bits in the dish as he spoke. The old
man saw nothing, but Michael looked on in surprise, and Jack was so astonished
that he quite forgot to eat his own supper.
A little while after, the father fell ill, and sent for his sons, who were out hunting,
to bid him farewell. After giving good advice to the two eldest, he turned to Jack.
'My boy,' he said, 'you have not got quite as much sense as other people, but if
Heaven has deprived you of some of your wits, it was given you a kind heart.
Always listen to what it says, and take heed to the words of your mother and
brothers, as well as you are able!' So saying the old man sank back on his
pillows and died.
The cries of grief uttered by Martin and Michael sounded through the house, but
Jack remained by the bedside of his father, still and silent, as if he were dead
also. At length he got up, and going into the garden, hid himself in some trees,
and wept like a child, while his two brothers made ready for the funeral.
No sooner was the old man buried than Martin and Michael agreed that they
would go into the world together to seek their fortunes, while Jack stayed at
home with their mother. Jack would have liked nothing better than to sit and
dream by the fire, but the mother, who was very old herself, declared that there
was no work for him to do, and that he must seek it with his brothers.
So, one fine morning, all three set out; Martin and Michael carried two great bags
full of food, but Jack carried nothing. This made his brothers very angry, for the
day was hot and the bags were heavy, and about noon they sat down under a
tree and began to eat. Jack was as hungry as they were, but he knew that it was
no use asking for anything; and he threw himself under another tree, and wept
'Another time perhaps you won't be so lazy, and will bring food for yourself,' said
Martin, but to his surprise Jack answered:
'You are a nice pair! You talk of seeking your fortunes so as not to be a burden
on our mother, and you begin by carrying off all the food she has in the house!'