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I wish she'd been a boy, 'twould ha' been fitter all ways, but she can't help that. She's got the sense o' one. and the pluck, and I like her. There!" "Bless me, lad, another poond o' candles! I never did hear o' sich waste," Mrs. Haden exclaimed as Jack entered the cottage on a winter's afternoon, two years and a half after he had gone into the pit.
There the air would remain pure long after it had been vitiated elsewhere. It was in this quarter of the mine that Bill Haden and some twenty other colliers worked. Presently Jack saw lights ahead, and heard a clattering of steps.
"Ah! thou think'st a good deal of it, Jack, because thou'st got part of the 'sponsibility of it. It don't fret me." "I wish the men wouldn't smoke, dad; I don't want to get a bad name for reporting them, but it's just playing with their lives." Bill Haden was silent; he was given to indulge in a quiet smoke himself, as Jack, working with him for five years, well knew.
Haden declared that he felt "delighted" by this attack, as indicative of a change for the better in the constitution; he hoped that the tendency to nervousness and insomnia would disappear, or at any rate greatly diminish. We were now daily expecting Richard, and Mr. Seeley had said on June 25: "Richard was with us on Saturday, his farewell visit. We like him more and more every time we see him."
He certainly cared infinitely and incomparably more for his reputation such as he wished it to be, pure, dignified, and honored than for wealth; his only desire about money, often expressed, was "not to have to think about it." Popularity of "The Intellectual Life." Love of animals. English visitors. Technical notes. Sir F. Seymour Haden. Attempts to resume railway-travelling.
Brook, who had from the beginning been the timekeeper of the party. "Twelve o'clock exactly," he replied. "It is four days and an hour since the pit fired." "What day is it, sir? for I've lost all count of time." "Sunday," Mr. Brook said after a moment's thought. "It could not be better," Bill Haden said; "for there will be thousands of people from all round to visit the mine."
He gave a little start as he felt a sudden sinking; the sides of the shaft seemed to shoot up all round him, wet, shining, and black. A few seconds and the light of day had vanished, and they were in darkness, save that overhead was a square blue patch of sky every moment diminishing in size. "Be'st afeard, Jack?" Bill Haden asked, raising his lamp so as to get a sight of the boy's face.
The women of the village stand at their doors, and watch the men go off to the meeting, and then comment to each other concerning it. "I ain't no patience wi' 'em, Mrs. Haden," said one of a group of neighbours who had gathered in front of her house; "I don't hold by strikes. I have gone through three of 'em, bad un's, besides a score of small un's, and I never knowed good come on 'em.
"I wish that main wind drift were through," Jack said one day, six months after his appointment, as he was sitting over his tea with Bill Haden. "The gas is coming in very bad in the new workings." "Wuss nor I ever knew't, Jack. It's a main good job that the furnace was made bigger, and some o' th' airways widened, for it does come out sharp surely.
What would 'ee say to I if Bess got had up afore the court for pinning t' parson's coo?" As no ready reply occurred to Bill Haden to this question he returned to his meal. Juno and Bess watched him gravely till he had finished, and then, having each received a lump of meat put carefully aside for them, returned to the fire.
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