R
OBERT
F
ULTON
This story is about a giant.Do you believe in them?He peeps out of your coffee cup in the morning.He cheers you upon a cold day in winter.But the boys and girls were not so well acquainted with him a hundred years ago.About that long ago, far to the north and east, a queer boy lived.He sat in his grandmother's kitchen many an hour, watching the tea-kettle.He seemed to be idle.But he was really very busy.He was talking very earnestly to the giant.The giant was a prisoner. No one knew how to free him.Many had often tried to do this and failed.He was almost always invisible.But when he did appear, it was in the form of a very old man.This old man had long, white hair, and a beard which seemed to enwrap him like a cloak—a cloak as whiteas snow.So his name is The White Giant.The boy's name was James Watt.He lived in far-away Scotland.He sat long, listening to the White Giant as he told him many wonderful things.The way in which the giant first showed himself to James was very strange.James noticed that the lid of the tea-kettle was acting very strangely.It rose and fell, fluttered and danced. Now, James had lived all his life among people who believed in witches and fairies.
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