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It was looked on as a sort of privilege in Longcross to belong to the Fairfax mills, and the men chose to be very particular as to whom they would admit among themselves. They all disapproved of poor Stephen Bennett from the first day of his coming. As they walked away that evening they discussed his appearance with eager disapprobation. "Who is he?" "Where does he come from?" "Where's he living?"
"They cut his hands ere he was dead, And after that struck off his head. His blood under the altar cries For vengeance on Christ's enemies." Epitaph on Tomb at Longcross of Clermont. Master Andrew Murray, an outed minister, residing in the Potterrow, on the morning after the defeat, heard the sounds of cheering and the march of many feet beneath his window. He gazed out.
My boy, which he's one in a thousand though he was that weakly he was hardly fit for work he brought the little 'uns, five of 'em, all under fourteen, to this place. 'We shan't be known at Longcross, father, he says, 'and I'll work for 'em all till you're out. So he come here. And yesterday they come to me in the jail, and they says, 'Bennett, we find you're innocent.
"Father, why do you have such a beggarly-looking hand at the mill as that young Bennett?" asked Archie Fairfax of the great mill-owner of Longcross. "Why shouldn't I?" he replied. "He comes with an excellent character from the foreman he has been under at Morfield. He does his work very well, Munster says, and that's all I care for. I don't pay for his clothes."
"I doubt if I'll last much longer," he said to himself, as he reached the mill one morning about three months after his first arrival at Longcross, "but father's time will be out next week. I must write to him to-day or to-morrow and warn him what may be coming." There was only one man at the mill who had ever been the least civil to Stephen.
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