The Wee Branch

Jack and His Comrades

A boy with a bundle on a stick walks along a road with an ass, a dog and a cat, and a black cock rides on the ass’s back.

Jack sets out

  1. Once there was a poor widow, as often there has been, and she had one son, and his name was Jack.

  2. A very hungry summer came, and they did not know how they would live till the new potatoes were fit to eat.

  3. “Mother,” said Jack, “bake my cake, till I go to seek my fortune. And if I find it, never fear but I’ll soon be back to share it with you.”

  4. So she baked his cake, and gave it to him with a thousand blessings.

  5. And she stood at the gate and blessed him for as far as her eyes could see him.

The ass in the bog

  1. Jack went along and along till his road led by the side of a bog, and there was a poor ass, up to his shoulders in it.

  2. “Ah, Jack,” said the ass, “help me out or I’ll be drowned.”

  3. “Never say it twice,” said Jack. And he pitched big stones and sods into the bog till the ass had good ground under him.

  4. “Thank you, Jack,” said the ass. “I’ll do as much for you another time. Where are you going?”

  5. “I am going to seek my fortune till the harvest comes in.”

  6. “And may I go with you?” said the ass. “Who knows what luck we may have!” “With all my heart,” said Jack. “Come along!”

The dog and the cat

  1. In the next village a crowd of bold boys were chasing a poor dog with a kettle tied to his tail.

  2. The ass let such a roar out of him that the boys took to their heels, and Jack untied the kettle.

  3. “More power to you, Jack,” said the dog. “And where are you and the ass going?”

  4. “We are going to seek our fortune till the harvest comes in.” “And may I go with you?” “Come along!”

  5. They sat down under an old wall to eat, and Jack shared his cake with the dog. And who should come by but a poor half-starved cat.

  6. “You look as if you saw the tops of nine houses since breakfast,” said Jack. “Here is a bit for you.”

  7. “May your child never know a hungry belly!” said the cat. “And where are you all going?”

  8. “We are going to seek our fortune till the harvest comes in.” “And may I go with you?” “Come along!”

The cock and the fox

  1. Off they set again. And when the shadows of the trees were three times as long as themselves, out over the ditch jumped a fox with a fine black cock in his mouth.

  2. “At him, good dog!” said Jack. And the fox dropped the cock like a hot potato and was off like a shot.

  3. “Oh, neighbours,” said the cock, “wasn’t it the height of luck that threw you in my way! And where in the world are you all going?”

  4. “We are going to seek our fortune till the harvest comes in.” “And may I go with you?”

  5. “Come along! And you may sit on the ass’s back when your legs and wings are tired.”

The light in the wood

  1. The sun went down, and there was neither cabin nor farmhouse in sight. So they went into a wood and made their beds on the long grass.

  2. In the middle of the night the cock began to crow. “It is daybreak!” said he. “Don’t you see the light yonder?”

  3. “I see a light indeed,” said Jack, “but it is from a candle it is coming, and not from the sun.”

  4. So they crept towards it, walking on their tippy toes, till they came to a house in a hollow.

  5. They looked in at the window, and there sat six robbers at a table, eating and drinking, with a sack of gold they had stolen from the Lord of Dunlavin.

The great noise

  1. “Close your ranks, my men,” whispered Jack, “and mind the word of command.”

  2. So the ass put his fore-hoofs on the sill of the window, the dog got on the ass’s head, the cat on the dog’s head, and the cock on the cat’s head.

  3. Then Jack made a sign, and they all sang out like mad: “Hee-haw! Bow-wow! Miaow! Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

  4. And they smashed every pane in the window.

  5. The robbers were frightened out of their lives. They blew out the candles, threw down the table, and ran out the back door, and never stopped till they were in the heart of the wood.

  6. Then Jack and his comrades went in and ate their fill, and lay down to rest: Jack in the bed, the ass in the stable, the dog on the door-mat, the cat by the fire, and the cock on the perch.

The captain comes back

  1. Out in the wood the robbers began to grumble. “I think I’ll venture back,” said the captain, “and see what I can save.”

  2. The lights were all out, so he groped his way to the fire. And there the cat flew in his face, with teeth and claws.

  3. He made for the door, and trod on the dog’s tail, and the dog bit him in the leg.

  4. At the door the cock dropped down on him with claws and bill. And in the stable the ass gave him a kick that laid him out on the dunghill.

  5. He crawled back to the wood. “Don’t go near that house!” said he. “By the fire there is an old woman, and she tore my face with her wool-combs.”

  6. “At the door there is a cobbler, and he stuck his awl in my leg. Something with claws and wings fell on my head. And in the stable there is a man with a sledge-hammer!”

  7. And the robbers never went near the house again.

The gold goes home

  1. Next morning Jack laid the sack of gold across the ass’s back, and away they all went till they came to the door of the Lord of Dunlavin.

  2. “All your gold is there in that sack,” said Jack, “and I don’t think you will begrudge us our supper and bed after our long march.”

  3. “Begrudge, indeed!” said the lord. “Not one of you will ever see a poor day if I can help it.”

  4. So the ass and the dog and the cock got the best places in the farmyard, and the cat took possession of the kitchen.

  5. The lord made Jack his steward, and Jack brought his mother to live near the castle, and they were all as happy as you please.

For grown-ups

Where it comes from

Patrick Kennedy, a Dublin bookseller from County Wexford, printed this tale in his Legendary Fictions of the Irish Celts. Joseph Jacobs printed it again in 1892, in Celtic Fairy Tales, and that is the telling we worked from. Jacobs called it the fullest telling he knew of the tale the Grimms called The Town Musicians of Bremen.

What we changed

  • It is less than half the length of the old telling.
  • In the old telling Jack asks his mother to bake his cake and kill his hen, and she offers him half of them with her blessing or the whole with her curse. Here there is only the cake, and the blessing.
  • The robbers’ pistols, cutlasses and whisky punch are gone, and so is Jack’s shout to “make smithereens of them”.
  • In the old telling the lord’s porter had let the robbers in, and the cock tells on him at the door. Here there is no porter.
  • In the old telling the captain says it was “the devil himself” that fell on him at the door. Here it is “something with claws and wings”.
  • In the Irish, Jack is Seán.

Age

Five and up.

Words

  • A widow’s son who sets out to seek his fortune, with a cake and his mother’s blessing, is the start of many an Irish tale.
  • “Till the harvest comes in”: in a scarce summer the hungry weeks were the ones before the new potatoes and the harvest.
  • Wool-combs, or cards, are two boards set with wire teeth for combing wool. An awl is a cobbler’s spike for making holes in leather.
  • Dunlavin, Dún Luáin in Irish, is in County Wicklow.
The tale as Joseph Jacobs printed it in 1892, from Patrick Kennedy

Once there was a poor widow, as often there has been, and she had one son. A very scarce summer came, and they didn't know how they'd live till the new potatoes would be fit for eating. So Jack said to his mother one evening, "Mother, bake my cake, and kill my hen, till I go seek my fortune; and if I meet it, never fear but I'll soon be back to share it with you."

So she did as he asked her, and he set out at break of day on his journey. His mother came along with him to the yard gate, and says she, "Jack, which would you rather have, half the cake and half the hen with my blessing, or the whole of 'em with my curse?"

"O musha, mother," says Jack, "why do you ax me that question? sure you know I wouldn't have your curse and Damer's estate along with it."

"Well, then, Jack," says she, "here's the whole lot of 'em with my thousand blessings along with them." So she stood on the yard fence and blessed him as far as her eyes could see him.

Well, he went along and along till he was tired, and ne'er a farmer's house he went into wanted a boy. At last his road led by the side of a bog, and there was a poor ass up to his shoulders near a big bunch of grass he was striving to come at.

"Ah, then, Jack asthore," says he, "help me out or I'll be drowned."

"Never say't twice," says Jack, and he pitched in big stones and sods into the slob, till the ass got good ground under him.

"Thank you, Jack," says he, when he was out on the hard road; "I'll do as much for you another time. Where are you going?"

"Faith, I'm going to seek my fortune till harvest comes in, God bless it!"

"And if you like," says the ass, "I'll go along with you; who knows what luck we may have!"

"With all my heart, it's getting late, let us be jogging."

Well, they were going through a village, and a whole army of gossoons were hunting a poor dog with a kettle tied to his tail. He ran up to Jack for protection, and the ass let such a roar out of him, that the little thieves took to their heels as if the ould boy was after them.

"More power to you, Jack," says the dog.

"I'm much obleeged to you: where is the baste and yourself going?"

"We're going to seek our fortune till harvest comes in."

"And wouldn't I be proud to go with you!" says the dog, "and get rid of them ill conducted boys; purshuin' to 'em."

"Well, well, throw your tail over your arm, and come along."

They got outside the town, and sat down under an old wall, and Jack pulled out his bread and meat, and shared with the dog; and the ass made his dinner on a bunch of thistles. While they were eating and chatting, what should come by but a poor half-starved cat, and the moll-row he gave out of him would make your heart ache.

"You look as if you saw the tops of nine houses since breakfast," says Jack; "here's a bone and something on it."

"May your child never know a hungry belly!" says Tom; "it's myself that's in need of your kindness. May I be so bold as to ask where yez are all going?"

"We're going to seek our fortune till the harvest comes in, and you may join us if you like."

"And that I'll do with a heart and a half," says the cat, "and thank'ee for asking me."'

Off they set again, and just as the shadows of the trees were three times as long as themselves, they heard a great cackling in a field inside the road, and out over the ditch jumped a fox with a fine black cock in his mouth.

"Oh, you anointed villain!" says the ass, roaring like thunder.

"At him, good dog!" says Jack, and the word wasn't out of his mouth when Coley was in full sweep after the Red Dog. Reynard dropped his prize like a hot potato, and was off like shot, and the poor cock came back fluttering and trembling to Jack and his comrades.

"O musha, naybours!" says he, "wasn't it the height o' luck that threw you in my way! Maybe I won't remember your kindness if ever I find you in hardship; and where in the world are you all going?"

"We're going to seek our fortune till the harvest comes in; you may join our party if you like, and sit on Neddy's crupper when your legs and wings are tired."

Well, the march began again, and just as the sun was gone down they looked around, and there was neither cabin nor farm house in sight.

"Well, well," says Jack, "the worse luck now the better another time, and it's only a summer night after all. We'll go into the wood, and make our bed on the long grass."

No sooner said than done. Jack stretched himself on a bunch of dry grass, the ass lay near him, the dog and cat lay in the ass's warm lap, and the cock went to roost in the next tree.

Well, the soundness of deep sleep was over them all, when the cock took a notion of crowing.

"Bother you, Black Cock!" says the ass: "you disturbed me from as nice a wisp of hay as ever I tasted. What's the matter?"

"It's daybreak that's the matter: don't you see light yonder?"

"I see a light indeed," says Jack, "but it's from a candle it's coming, and not from the sun. As you've roused us we may as well go over, and ask for lodging."

So they all shook themselves, and went on through grass, and rocks, and briars, till they got down into a hollow, and there was the light coming through the shadow, and along with it came singing, and laughing, and cursing.

"Easy, boys!" says Jack: "walk on your tippy toes till we see what sort of people we have to deal with."

So they crept near the window, and there they saw six robbers inside, with pistols, and blunderbushes, and cutlashes, sitting at a table, eating roast beef and pork, and drinking mulled beer, and wine, and whisky punch.

"Wasn't that a fine haul we made at the Lord of Dunlavin's!" says one ugly-looking thief with his mouth full, "and it's little we'd get only for the honest porter! here's his purty health!"

"The porter's purty health!" cried out every one of them, and Jack bent his finger at his comrades.

"Close your ranks, my men," says he in a whisper, "and let every one mind the word of command."

So the ass put his fore-hoofs on the sill of the window, the dog got on the ass's head, the cat on the dog's head, and the cock on the cat's head. Then Jack made a sign, and they all sung out like mad.

"Hee-haw, hee-haw!" roared the ass; "bow-wow!" barked the dog; "meaw-meaw!" cried the cat; "cock-a-doodle-doo!" crowed the cock.

"Level your pistols!" cried Jack, "and make smithereens of 'em. Don't leave a mother's son of 'em alive; present, fire!" With that they gave another halloo, and smashed every pane in the window. The robbers were frightened out of their lives. They blew out the candles, threw down the table, and skelped out at the back door as if they were in earnest, and never drew rein till they were in the very heart of the wood.

Jack and his party got into the room, closed the shutters, lighted the candles, and ate and drank till hunger and thirst were gone. Then they lay down to rest;—Jack in the bed, the ass in the stable, the dog on the door-mat, the cat by the fire, and the cock on the perch.

At first the robbers were very glad to find themselves safe in the thick wood, but they soon began to get vexed.

"This damp grass is very different from our warm room," says one.

"I was obliged to drop a fine pig's foot," says another.

"I didn't get a tayspoonful of my last tumbler," says another.

"And all the Lord of Dunlavin's gold and silver that we left behind!" says the last.

"I think I'll venture back," says the captain, "and see if we can recover anything."

"That's a good boy!" said they all, and away he went.

The lights were all out, and so he groped his way to the fire, and there the cat flew in his face, and tore him with teeth and claws. He let a roar out of him, and made for the room door, to look for a candle inside. He trod on the dog's tail, and if he did, he got the marks of his teeth in his arms, and legs, and thighs.

"Thousand murders!" cried he; "I wish I was out of this unlucky house."

When he got to the street door, the cock dropped down upon him with his claws and bill, and what the cat and dog done to him was only a flay-bite to what he got from the cock.

"Oh, tattheration to you all, you unfeeling vagabones!" says he, when he recovered his breath; and he staggered and spun round and round till he reeled into the stable, back foremost, but the ass received him with a kick on the broadest part of his small clothes, and laid him comfortably on the dunghill.

When he came to himself, he scratched his head, and began to think what happened him; and as soon as he found that his legs were able to carry him, he crawled away, dragging one foot after another, till he reached the wood.

"Well, well," cried them all, when he came within hearing, "any chance of our property?"

"You may say chance," says he, "and it's itself is the poor chance all out. Ah, will any of you pull a bed of dry grass for me? All the sticking-plaster in Enniscorthy will be too little for the cuts and bruises I have on me. Ah, if you only knew what I have gone through for you! When I got to the kitchen fire, looking for a sod of lighted turf, what should be there but an old woman carding flax, and you may see the marks she left on my face with the cards. I made to the room door as fast as I could, and who should I stumble over but a cobbler and his seat, and if he did not work at me with his awls and his pinchers you may call me a rogue. Well, I got away from him somehow, but when I was passing through the door, it must be the divel himself that pounced down on me with his claws, and his teeth, that were equal to sixpenny nails, and his wings—ill luck be in his road! Well, at last I reached the stable, and there, by way of salute, I got a pelt from a sledge-hammer that sent me half a mile off. If you don't believe me, I'll give you leave to go and judge for yourselves."

"Oh, my poor captain," says they, "we believe you to the nines. Catch us, indeed, going within a hen's race of that unlucky cabin!"

Well, before the sun shook his doublet next morning, Jack and his comrades were up and about. They made a hearty breakfast on what was left the night before, and then they all agreed to set off to the castle of the Lord of Dunlavin, and give him back all his gold and silver. Jack put it all in the two ends of a sack and laid it across Neddy's back, and all took the road in their hands. Away they went, through bogs, up hills, down dales, and sometimes along the yellow high road, till they came to the hall-door of the Lord of Dunlavin, and who should be there, airing his powdered head, his white stockings, and his red breeches, but the thief of a porter.

He gave a cross look to the visitors, and says he to Jack, "What do you want here, my fine fellow? there isn't room for you all."

"We want," says Jack, "what I'm sure you haven't to give us—and that is, common civility."

"Come, be off, you lazy strollers!" says he, "while a cat 'ud be licking her ear, or I'll let the dogs at you."

"Would you tell a body," says the cock that was perched on the ass's head, "who was it that opened the door for the robbers the other night?"

Ah! maybe the porter's red face didn't turn the colour of his frill, and the Lord of Dunlavin and his pretty daughter, that were standing at the parlour window unknownst to the porter, put out their heads.

"I'd be glad, Barney," says the master, "to hear your answer to the gentleman with the red comb on him."

"Ah, my lord, don't believe the rascal; sure I didn't open the door to the six robbers."

"And how did you know there were six, you poor innocent?" said the lord.

"Never mind, sir," says Jack, "all your gold and silver is there in that sack, and I don't think you will begrudge us our supper and bed after our long march from the wood of Athsalach."

"Begrudge, indeed! Not one of you will ever see a poor day if I can help it."

So all were welcomed to their heart's content, and the ass and the dog and the cock got the best posts in the farmyard, and the cat took possession of the kitchen. The lord took Jack in hands, dressed him from top to toe in broadcloth, and frills as white as snow, and turnpumps, and put a watch in his fob. When they sat down to dinner, the lady of the house said Jack had the air of a born gentleman about him, and the lord said he'd make him his steward. Jack brought his mother, and settled her comfortably near the castle, and all were as happy as you please.