The Ship That Sailed over Land and Water
Told by Alice Lannon to Martin Lovelace and Barbara Rieti, June 26, 1999, in Southeast Placentia. (MUNFLA 2019-029)
So, once upon a time, in a faraway land
there was three brothers, Jack, Bill, and Tom.
They lived with their mother
and their father was dead
and times were poor.
And this year, it had been an exceptionally poor year. The crops had failed
and food was getting scarce.
So one night as they sat round the table, discussing what they were going to do
the oldest fella, Tom, said, Mom, I think I’ll go seek my fortune.
And he said, bake me a cake in the ashes
before the crow flies over the corner of the house.
So she got up the next morning
and baked a cake
and she called out
Tom, Tom, the cake be ready.
[Now that’s what Grandma used to say. I guess that was the terms in the story. “The cake be ready.”]
And he came down
and had his meager breakfast
and she packed up the cake for him
and as she was packing it up, she said
will you have the half of it with my blessing
or the whole of it with my curse?
And he said, that—whole with your curse is little enough for me.
Oh, Tom, she said
I was hoping you’d want my blessing. But she gave it to him anyhow.
And he started out, put his pack on his back
and he went down the lane
and down the—up the road
and across the hill, down by a river.
And he’s walking
and it was around noon
and the sun was overhead
so he figured it was time for lunch.
He sat down by the riverbank
and he dipped up a little mug of water that he have, to drink with his lunch.
And as he sat down, a little old man came out of the woods and said
Can I pick up the crumbs when you’re through?
Pick up the crumbs, he said.
I’ll give you a kick and put you on the other side of the river.
Go away and stop tormentin’ me.
And the little old man shook his head
and said, I’m afraid you’ll come to a bad end.
And when Tom went to go get a drink of water . . . another drink, the little old man took a stick and stirred it up
and it turned all muddy and bloody
and he couldn’t get any more water.
And he disappeared in the woods.
So Tom went on
and he wandered all day.
And just before nightfall, he came to a big farm
and there was a gate there
and the sign said
man wanted.
So he wandered up to the door.
When he knocked on the door, a big old giant fellow opened the door.
What do you want? he said.
You—you’re looking for a man, he said
and I’m looking for work, he said.
And what can you do? the old giant said.
He said, anything a good strong man can do.
Well, he said, you see that—uh—spot of wood that’s over there? he said.
I want all that cut down, sawed up, and stacked up, he said
between sunrise and sunset.
And Tom said, well, where do I sleep?
In the barn, he said.
The hay part.
And poor old Tom was so tired, he stumbled down
and fell into the . . . hay and went to sleep.
In the morning, a servant called him.
No such thing as breakfast or anything.
So Tom went to—took the axe and the saw
and he went over to the woodlot
and start cutting
and sawing.
And he worked so hard, boy, he was hungry.
Lunchtime came, no lunch
and he worked.
At about three o’clock, he had a lot of the wood done
but he was so tired
and weak from the hunger, he sat down.
And the old giant came along.
Sittin’ down on the job.
Off with his head!
Put it on a spear to show others what laziness gets ya.
So that was the end of poor Tom.
Time passed, and they hadn’t had word
so Jack and Bill and his mother one night were talking about it
and wondering what happened to him
and Bill said, I think I’ll go seek my fortune.
So same thing, he said to his mother
bake me a cake in the ashes
before the crow flies over the corner of the house.
And she got up
and did as she was bid
and the next morning, she called out
Bill, Bill, the cake be ready.
Bill came down and ate his meager breakfast, as food was getting scarcer.
And she was—wrapped up the cake for him.
And she said
will you have the half of it with my blessing
or the whole of it with my curse?
The whole of it with your curse is little enough for me.
And she shook her head.
She said, I thought you’d want my blessing. But she gave it to him anyway.
And off he went.
And he followed the same trail as his brother
and he came to the same little spot by the river at noontime.
And when he took out his lunch, the little old man came out and asked the same question
can I pick up the crumbs?
And he said the same thing
I’ll give you a kick and put you on this—other side of the river.
You’ll be sorry, he said.
You’ll come to a bad end.
And he did the same.
When—when Bill went to go get more water, he stirred it up
and it was mud and blood and all, not fit to drink
so he—Bill was kind of mad
but the little man disappeared into the woods.
And he came—he wandered until nightfall, came to the same sign
man wanted
and went up to the door, same old giant opened the door.
And he said, what do you want?
He said, I’m looking for work. You said—your sign says you want a man.
What can you do?
Anything a good strong man can do.
He said, you see that field of corn over there?
He said, I want that cut
and tied up, he said
and—in bundles.
And it has to be done between, uh, sunup and sunset.
And Bill figured
well, I guess I can do that.
And where do I sleep?
In the barn with the hay.
And he was so hungry, he wished he had something to eat
but he was afraid to ask.
So he went down to the barn
and went to sleep.
The next morning, servant called him
and up he got.
And he went out
and he was cutting the corn
and tying it up in bundles.
And noontime came, nothing to eat
and he was even thirsty.
There was no water around.
And the sun was hot
and he was really overcome.
So he sat down by this . . . tree stump, fell asleep.
And the old giant came along.
Off with his head.
Put his head on the spear.
And that was the end of poor Bill.
Time passed
and the mother and Jack wondered what happened to the two boys.
So Jack said, I think I’ll go seek my fortune.
Bake me a cake in the ashes
before the crow flies over the corner of the house.
And Mother said, I hate to see you go, Jack. You’re a good worker
and a good boy.
So the next morning, when he went down for his breakfast, she . . . was wrapping up the cake
and she said
will you have the half of it with my . . . blessing
or the whole of it with my curse?
Oh, Mom, he said
the half of it with your blessing, for sure.
And she said, I was only testing you. Take it all.
Oh, no, he said.
You keep some for yourself.
He said, a half is enough for me.
But she insisted
and she gave him a leather bag
and he put the cake in the bag
and hung it inside his shirt . . . around his neck, inside his shirt.
So when he followed the same trail as his brothers
when he came to the little brook, where the grassy spot was, he sat down to have his lunch.
The little old man came out of the woods and said
can I pick up the crumbs?
And Jack said
pick up the crumbs? he said.
Here, come, I’ll share with you.
And he gave him a piece of his cake.
And when Jack went to dip up his drop of water, the little old man put the stick down
and here it turned into fine wine.
He had a lovely snack.
And he said to him, he said
Jack, he said
you’re a fine man, he said.
You’ll go far in life, he said.
I have a—I know a King in a faraway kingdom who has a . . . a daughter that he’s looking for a husband for.
And he said, you’d make her a good husband.
So Jack laughed at that.
He said, how would I get there?
Well now, he said.
I could build you a ship that’ll sail over land and water.
And Jack thought it was the ravings of a senile old man
so he just laughed at him
and thanked him
and he went on his way.
And he said, now I—the little old man called out
now remember, if you want that favor, come back to me.
So Jack went to the—the same route as the brothers
and came to the same gate with the sign, man wanted
and he went up
and the . . . giant said, what do you want?
I’m looking for work, and you—your sign says you need a man.
What can you do?
Anything a good strong man can do.
And he said
I have a big field of hay over there, he said.
I want it cut and put in piles, he said.
And it has to be done between sunup and sunset.
And Jack said, I’ve been traveling all day
and I’m hungry.
He said, can I get something to eat?
The old giant thought, ah, he’s a smart guy.
So he said, go to the cookhouse, he said
and the cook’ll give you a meal.
So Jack had a good meal
and he came out
and he washed his face and hands at the pump where the big trough was for the . . . cattle to get water
and then he went in down, fell into the hay
and went to sleep.
So when he was called next morning to go to work, wasn’t quite sunup
so he went back to the cookhouse
and wanted breakfast.
He wasn’t going to work on an empty stomach.
And he went.
And the old giant thought
I’ll have to do something to him, ’cause he’s too smart.
And he cut the hay
and he had it done long—long before sundown, it was all finished.
And he went back to the cookhouse
and got his supper.
And the old giant said
now I have another job for you tomorrow.
He said, the grass is getting eaten here, he said
in this pasture.
He said, I have twelve head of cattle
and I want you to take them over, he said.
See that pasture over there on the other side of the river? But, he said
you can’t get their hooves wet.
And Jack decided that—well, he sized up the river
and he found a narrow spot
and he put some rocks
and built up the—up—
then he found some planks
and he made a bridge.
He drove his—the cows across.
There was no—the old giant was watching.
He said, he’s a smart cookie, there’s no—he’s not—they’re not going to get their feet wet.
So when he got up to the other side, the . . . cattle were glad to be in new, rich pasture.
So they start eating
and this little old woman, she had—trying to put a bundle of sticks on her back.
And Jack said to her
here, let me help you, he said.
I’ll take it for you. Where do you live?
Over under the hill, she said
in that little cottage.
So the cows were eating the grass
so Jack took the—her bundle of wood and brought it over right to her door.
She wanted him to come in, have something to eat.
He said, oh—no, he said.
I had a good breakfast, he said.
I can’t—haven’t got the time now.
But she said
here—here’s some curds, she said.
A little bundle of curds, she said.
Take it, she said
and you’ll have a snack on it.
So he put it in his pocket.
He wasn’t long there when the old giant came out, and said . . .
worse than the one that he was working for . . .
who told you to come on my pasture?
Your pasture? says Jack.
My Master said it was his.
He said, he’s always trying to best me.
He said, do you know, he said
that I could grind you up, he said
just like this?
And he scooped up the rocks
and he ground them to fine sand.
And Jack said, can you squeeze water out of ’em?
He said, I’ll try.
So Jack pretend he scooped up the rocks, he took the curds in his hand
and when he squeezed, the—the—along with the rocks here, the whey ran out
and the old giant was vicious.
If you can do it, so can I!
He was going around, grabbing up the rocks, squeezing them.
No water.
You’ve bested me at that, he said.
we’re going to have a contest, he said
I have some soup cooking, he said
and we’re going to have—see who can drink the most.
And Jack thought to himself
you know who’s going to drink the most, the old giant. I can’t hold soup like that.
So when he went in, the old giant dished up a great big bowl of soup
and it was good, Jack enjoyed it.
But oh, he was so busy drinking the soup that every time he filled Jack’s bowl
Jack tipped it into the leather bag he had around his neck.
And the old giant said
well, I can’t believe, he said
that you beat me drinking soup.
And he said
if you beat me at one more thing, he said
you can have my—have this castle, the farm, the servants.
Everything that’s here will be yours, including, he said
money, bags of money, he said
in the storeroom.
And Jack thought about it, and he said
I—I—You said you can do anything I can do. You got a sharp knife?
Yes, he said
and he gave him a big butcher knife.
Well, Jack said, we better go outside.
And he dragged the knife right into the leather bag
and all the soup spilled out.
And the old giant was so mad.
If you can do it, so can I!
And he grabbed right through his stomach.
Fell down dead.
So the servants buried him
and they were all so glad cause he was a wicked old giant.
Now Jack owned the place.
So he start thinking about it, and he said
I’ll go back to the little old man, about his ship that could sail over land and water.
And the little old man was delighted to see him
and he went down
and he picked up some wire
and some sticks
and old things around, bit of canvas
and before long, there was the oddest looking contraption that Jack had ever seen.
It wasn’t like a ship.
And he told him that there was special stuff he had in a can that would make it go.
And he said—told him how to work it
and he said, you skim over the treetops
and he showed Jack everything.
So now, he said
you’re ready to go seek your fortune
and the Princess’s hand in marriage.
But, he said
you’ll need a crew.
So he said
as you’re going along, he said
and you see someone walking, call out and see what—if they’re looking for work.
And if they are, he said
lower down the bucket and take them on board.
So the first fellow that Jack—was flying over a roadway
and this man was walking along
and Jack called out, what are you doing?
I’m looking for work! he said.
So Jack said, climb in the bucket, hauled him up, and
what can you do?
Anything a good strong man can do, but I can run faster than anyone else in the world.
My name is Run-Fast.
So he was hired.
And then he went along, there was another fellow, he pulled him up.
He was Shoot-All.
He could shoot better than anyone in the world.
Then there was See-All.
He could see better than anyone else in the world.
His name was See-All
and Shoot-All
and Run-Fast.
And then there was a fellow . . . he was called . . . he—
he was Never-Be-Warm.
Now, he never got warm in his life. His aim was sometime to be warm. He was always cold.
And Jack didn’t know what good he’d be, but he hired him.
And . . . there was a fellow that could see all.
He could see better than anyone else.
And Tear-All, he could tear up trees by the roots
and swing ’em around
and oh, he had wonderful fun at that.
And the last fellow he came to was Hard-Ass.
He could slide down mountains
and level down [laughs]
the hills.
So Jack had ’em all aboard.
Now he’s took off for the kingdom
where the King’s—was offering his—
looking for a husband for his daughter.
So Jack . . . when he went up to the castle, he saw this pretty girl sitting by the window
and he said
I hope she’s the one that he’s looking for a husband for.
And she saw Jack
and she said
I hope he’s the fellow that my father picks for me!
So the King said there were so many things that had to be done—
Jack, or one of his crew had to do, before he could have the girl’s hand in marriage.
The first one was, he had a King, a friend, who lived on the other side of the world.
And he—Jack had to have someone that could run to the other side of the world
and come back with an answer between sunup and sunset.
And he came back to the boat—to the ship
and he was feeling pretty down.
That’s impossible.
Run-Fast said, that’s the job for me.
So, the next morning, the King—they went up to the castle.
And just before sunup, the King gave him a note.
And Run-Fast shot off like the—a shot out of a gun.
He was gone, they couldn’t see him.
And he said to Jack, he said
I’ll be back before three o’clock, he said.
Don’t worry about that.
And anyhow, three o’clock came.
No sign of Run-Fast.
And Jack and his crew were getting worried.
So Hear-All
[I don’t know if I mentioned him.]
he put his ear to the ground
and he could hear someone snoring.
He said, I believe Run-Fast fell asleep.
And . . . See-All went up to the hill
and climbed a tree
and he could see Run-Fast asleep with a sleeping pin in his ear.
There was an old witch, she pretended that she wanted to—Jack (Run-Fast) to help her put a bundle on her back
and when he stooped down to pick it up, she stuck a sleeping pin in his ear
and he fell asleep.
So Shoot-All said
well, if See-All can point the gun, I’ll pull the trigger.
And they shot the sleeping pin out of his ear.
And up jumped Run-Fast
and he was home in no time with the—the answer.
So that was one.
And then the King said he had—there was a big hill up there, with a forest on it.
He wanted all those trees pulled up, cleared off.
He wanted the ground cleared.
And Tear-All said, that’s the job for me.
So Tear-All had a wonderful time, he went up just as the sun was coming up.
He was pulling up the big trees by their roots, and throwing them in a pile.
And the King said
and I want, he said
all those trees set fire
and someone got to stay in the middle of them while they’re being burned.
And Jack thought
well, no one can do that.
Never-Be-Warm said, that’s the job for me!
I might get warm once in my life.
So anyhow, that night, when they had all the trees piled
Never-Be-Warm crawled in through the hole
and the old King set fire to it.
And poor Jack walked away.
He—he—he thought he’d never see him again.
He figured he was going to be burnt to a cinder.
But anyhow, when they used to look in, they could see Never-Be-Warm sitting in the flames
a big grin on his face.
And . . . when it came daylight, the woods had all burnt down,
and—they pull—he was pulling a few coals around him
trying to get warm.
And when the King said to him, you know, how come you didn’t burn?
Well, he said
I was disappointed. I thought, he said
I was going to get warm for once in my life.
So that was Never-Be-Warm.
So he had that done.
And then there was—he wanted the—he had a cellar full of wine
and he said he had to have—wanted someone to drink all that . . . wine
and whisky, whatever was there
and not get drunk.
So Drink-All . . . was one of the crew
and Drink-All said, that’s the job for me.
And all night, he was down in the cellar.
The next morning when Jack and the King went to check, he was tipping up the cask, draining out . . . trying to get the last of it.
But he was sober as if he had only been drinking water.
So then the mountain had to be leveled out
and he wanted this mountain leveled out.
And Hard-Ass said, that’s the job for me.
And he ran up the hill
and he used to slide down
and all the gravel
and everything would come with him.
And then he scooped right along on his bum and leveled out.
It was as big as a football field. [laughs]
So the King said, well, you’ve met all my requirements
so now you can have . . . my daughter’s hand in marriage.
And the Princess was delighted
Jack was delighted.
And he said, and I’ll give you a castle.
And Jack said
I don’t need a castle.
I have my own place.
But first, he said
I got to go get my mother
and bring her with me.
So Jack got in his ship—his ship that could sail over land and water
and picked up his mother
and came back to the King’s castle.
They had a big wedding
then Jack and his bride moved back to his place—the old giant’s place, that he had won from him
and they had a—a family of children
and his mother lived to see the grandchildren grow up
and they all lived happily ever after. [laughs] (see also Lannon and McCarthy 1991, 17–28)
ATU 513B The Land and Water Ship
Compare ATU 314A The Shepherd and the Three Giants
Compare ATU 1000 Contest Not to Become Angry
ATU 1060 Squeezing the Supposed Stone
ATU 1088 Eating/Drinking Contest
Motifs:
- Z 10.1. Beginning formula.
- P 251.6.1. Three brothers.
- Z 14. “Runs.” Conventional passages of set form within a tale, usually recited in a different voice from the rest.
- J 229.3. Choice: a big piece of cake with my curse or a small piece with my blessing.
- H 900. Tasks imposed.
- H 901.1. Heads placed on stakes for failure in performance of task.
- L 13. Compassionate youngest son.
- Q 40. Kindness rewarded.
- N 821. Help from little man.
- H 331. Suitor contests: bride offered as prize.
- D 1533.1. Magic land and water ship.
- D 931. Tasks assigned in order to get rid of hero.
- K 62. Contest in squeezing water from a stone.
- K 81.1. Deceptive eating contest: hole in bag.
- J 2401. Fatal imitation.
- F 601. Extraordinary companions.
- F 681. Marvelous runner.
- F 661. Skillful marksman.
- F 642. Person of remarkable sight.
- F 621. Strong man: tree puller.
- H 335. Tasks assigned suitors.
- F 601.2. Extraordinary companions help hero in suitor tests.
- G 260. Evil deeds of witches.
- Compare F 661. Skillful marksman grazes ear of sleeping person and wakes him.
- H 1095. Task: felling a forest in a single night.
- H 1511. Heat test.
- H 1142.1. Task: drinking wine cellar empty.
- F 626.1. Strong man flattens hill.
- L 161. Lowly hero marries princess.
- Z 10.2. End formula.
Comments
As in Pius’s family, Alice and her relatives referred to characters, objects, and incidents from their fairy tales in their daily lives. As she ended this telling, Alice began to laugh, remembering her grandmother’s comparison of the marvelous characters in the story with the real-life wonders she saw as the American naval air station was constructed at Argentia, Newfoundland, in 1940: the bulldozers, “That’s Hard-Ass!”; the firefighters in protective gear, “That’s Never-Be-Warm!”; sonar, “Hear-Well!” Alice’s grandmother saw her first aircraft, a float-plane, in the 1930s when one landed in St. Jacques harbor: “Goodness gracious! I never thought I’d see it, I thought it was only a fairy tale!” (Lannon 2001). Alice herself thought of this tale much later while flying to Australia to visit her son and told it to the off-duty pilot sitting next to her.
It is easy to imagine why Alice’s grandmother told this classic masculine tale: she had boys to amuse as well as girls. Jack wins his Princess after defeating his adversaries, thanks to his helpers’ superhuman abilities, and the giant-killing episodes add to its appeal for boys. Four versions from three (male) narrators, plus discussion, appear in Folktales of Newfoundland (Halpert and Widdowson 1996, 278–315). Only one of nine published texts of ATU 513B from Newfoundland, Nova Scotia, Ireland, and Scotland was told by a woman, Laura McNeil, of West Pubnico, Nova Scotia (Creighton 1993, 123–30). That the helpers have the kinds of powers celebrated in tall tales adds to the tale type’s male-centeredness. Men have long enjoyed lying to each other, using tall tales to figuratively knock the other fellow off balance (see, e.g., Mark 1987). The following quotation epitomizes the element of contest: “Couple chaps once, come out of a public house, one said: ‘I can see further than what you can.’ And one said, ‘I can see a gnat.’ That’s a little insect, fly. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘and I can see ’n breathing.’ And that’s a damn good lie” (Tuck 1977). Note the similarity of the final statement to Pius’s closing comment in “The Suit the Color of the Clouds.” But unlike the latter, the former begins with a plausible boast, followed by an unlikely one, and closes with something impossible.
Alice was a keen observer of men’s storytelling styles. She recalled that in her childhood a certain man would visit their home from time to time and act out his hunting exploits:
And you know when we were growing up in Terrenceville, too, the man that had the fox farm, and there was another friend of his, they used to go in the country hunting . . . One fellow he used to dress up, he had moccasins made of the deerskin, and he had all pants and everything where he’d made of the deerskin . . . So he’d come in and he’d caper around and he’d tell, you know, he’d skip over behind the chair and this is how he crept up on the, on the caribou.
And then he had another, one time, and the bear came—he was cooking something in the pan outside—and when he came out of the camp here was the bear, eating the stuff out of his frying pan. And he said “I took up me gun,” he said, “and aimed,” and he said “The whole bear’s head fell right in the pan!” (Lannon 1999)
When a woman tells a masculine tale, a certain “guying” of male poses can be expected. A giant’s bluster is funnier when heard as a woman’s take on male bragging, and Jack’s brothers doom themselves when, cocksure, they reject their mother’s blessing and risk her curse. The “bake me a cake” locution also appears in Pius’s “Jack Ships to the Cat,” wherein the mother implicitly blesses Bill and Tom and curses Jack—the obverse of Alice’s tale. The quest to build the flying ship does not enter Alice’s tale until Bill and Tom have been killed by the giant. They failed because they made a poor labor bargain. Although they could do “anything a good strong man can do,” they were too shy to ask for food.
By contrast, Jack boldly demands his meals: “He wasn’t going to work on an empty stomach,” and the giant recognizes his dangerous assertiveness: “I’ll have to do something to him, ’cause he’s too smart.” Jack is modeling the “way to be” for a man negotiating with an employer (Lovelace 2001). Though this labor bargain episode is widespread in tales (ATU 1000–1029), Hans-Jörg Uther does not list it as commonly combined with ATU 513B. Nevertheless, Newfoundland narrator Stephen Snook also brought the two tale types together (Halpert and Widdowson 1996, 278–301). Mary Strang McCarthy and Alice were plainly giving advice to boys about how to behave in working life as well as showing them the benefit of being kind to old women. Jack succeeds because he is good to his mother and to others—an old woman and an old man—apparently weaker than himself. In the tale world it is proper to avoid telling all your business to an ogre, but to be cheeky downward, to someone older and poorer, is generally punished.
Unlike his brothers, Jack offers to take half the cake with his mother’s blessing rather than the whole with her curse. Tellers commonly use this formula when the mother in the tale is a widow (Campbell 1890, 144, 259; McKay 1940, 49). “A widow’s curse will always fall,” as the proverb has it, making them specially potent (Rieti 2008, 74). In the first part of the tale, Jack owes his survival entirely to women: he got from his mother the leather bag that he makes the giant believe is his stomach (ATU 1088 Eating/Drinking Contest) and from the old woman he helped with a load of sticks the cheese curds he substitutes for rocks (ATU 1060 Squeezing the Supposed Stone).
Of course, Jack himself develops clever ruses to sucker the giant. Like the dupe of a tall tale, Jack’s adversary reveals his credulousness—and it’s the end of him. Giants’ bluster and hyper-competitiveness caricature male behavior, especially in tales narrated by women. Such monsters can be managed, however, using the weapons of the weak. Alice recalled how her grandfather expected his wife to have his meals ready on time; but when she was late with the food, she set the tablecloth and laid out the cutlery and he, satisfied, would wait (1999). Pius’s depictions of giants who come home sniffing for their suppers suggest that he too understood the husband/giant equivalence.
The tale, as Alice told it, has only one female character in a negative role: the witch who puts the sleeping pin in Run-Fast’s ear when he bends to help her with a load of sticks. An evil old woman occurs in other versions; she is often the adviser to the King whose daughter the hero seeks. This helper’s immobilization may seem curiously unmotivated, but if Jack’s remarkable companions are extensions of himself, a vigorous young man ready to find a wife, then the older women demonstrate what Holbek saw as the Split (1987, 435–38), representing a mother character’s positive and negative aspects. She nurtures (the food and blessing, the curds) but also jeopardizes Jack’s chance to win the Princess. A similarly fraught mother-son relationship may also be immanent in the way the old witch in “Open! Open! Green House” immobilizes the Prince, letting him out of the bag for her own enjoyment, or how her counterpart in “The Big Black Bull of Hollow Tree” keeps the Prince away from his wife by means of a sleeping draught.
Alice, as a child listening to “The Ship That Sailed,” had been struck by the oddity of the witch’s unmotivated malice. “I remember asking Grandma, ‘Why did she not want—what did she have to do?’ but we never got an answer out of it. You know, why did she want to keep Run-Fast from getting back, you know? But she was evil, so [laughs]” (2001). It is tempting to suggest that where tales become knotted or opaque, something is being concealed. Be that as it may, Alice’s tale ends with Jack’s concern that his mother be brought to the King’s castle to attend the wedding, and the detail that Jack’s mother lived to see the grandchildren grow up. This thought for the mother is not exclusively a woman’s take on the way a tale should end, though it must have crossed the minds of many women narrators. Wilmot MacDonald, for example, ended his telling of “Jack and the Beanstalk” with Jack’s bringing his mother to live with him and his bride in the castle the King built for them (Creighton and Ives 1963, 33). Unlike literary fairy tales, where an author or editor usually makes a critical distance between reader and story, we are always aware in an oral tale that there are real people behind or within the tale characters. Like Jack’s mother, Mary Strang McCarthy lived to see her grandchildren grow into their teens. Sadly, however, she outlived her son, Alice’s father, who died in 1946. She never got over it, Alice said, and died the following year.