"The miller was standing outside and Jack asked him if he had any work to give him."
"Hello Jack," said the old man."Hello there," said Jack, "I don't believe I've ever seen you before." "No," said the old man, "I'm a stranger." "Then how does it happen you know my name?" asked Jack. "I knowed ye time I saw ye", said the old man, "I was wondering if you could grind this corn for me."
"You've been so kind and helpful, Jack, I want to give you a present. Take this here knife made out of silver. It's real sharp and will cut real fine."
As Jack sat there eating his stew he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A big, black cat walked into the room. Jack didn't pay it no mind, but then another cat came in. And then another. And soon there were twelve big black cats, each one bigger than the last, sitting around the room and staring at Jack.
"Sop, doll, sop" said the cat, and it stuck its paw right in Jack's stew to sop up the juices and started licking that tasty meat right off its paw.
"So Jack whipped out that silver knife the old man had given him and the cut that doll right off."
"You do that again and I'll cut that doll right off."
"It's your left hand I want to see," said the miller, but the wife said she wouldn't show him her left and and so he pulled off the covers and where here left hand should have been there was nothing but a bloody stump.
"And so Jack stayed with the miller some time. He paid Jack well and the miller got himself another, prettier wife who wasn't a witch. Jack made a good living for a time, until he reckoned he'd done enough milling and set off again to find something else to do."
"It was a lucky thing you had that silver knife," said the miller, "You can't hurt a witch with a knife unless it's a silver knife. I had guessed that wife of mine had been mixed up with a passel of witches, and now there's no more of that."