Still transplants Jack's beanstalk to his own home territory of Appalachia, where Jack's mam throws a conniption on seeing the beans, and the giant comes a-saying ""Fee, fie, chew tobacco,/ I smell the toes of a tadwhacker."" Though a mite on the corny side (""You don't know beans,"" rants Mam), Still's hill country telling can be right fetching--and Tomes, her giant a villain from shoestring melodrama, seems as much at home as Jack does in Wolfpen Creek. All the same, for first acquaintance the tale's enduring English strengths are best sampled direct from Jacobs--as in the Walck edition of 1975.