hob-nails
Shone from aloft: down crash'd big pods, and bean
avalanches.
"Haste mother, haste mother, oh! mother, haste, and
bring me the hatchet!"
Cried Jack, alighting on earth. She brought him an
axe double-handed.
Jack cleft clean thro' the haulm; that Giant desperate
hurl'd his.
Limbs in a downward, roaring, thund'ring pre-cipitation,