Eunice Fuller, The book of friendly giants (1914)
“ There was no reply, only a furious burst of cannon balls from the towers. Up into Gargantua’s eyes they flew,—over his head and shoulders in a vicious shower. But they struck the giant as harmlessly as so many grape seeds.“Stop your pesky shot-guns!” cried Gargantua, annoyed. “Listen to me.”But the cannon balls came faster and thicker than ever. Gargantua brushed them from his eyes, raised his great tree in a fury, and rode full tilt against the castle. ”
