shaft-work

Updated: August 25, 2026

I left that place where the star-shine was showing the grim skeleton of the shaft-work overhead in the night, and where men moved about below in the indeterminate dark like dismal gnomes. There was a woman whose cry, when Welsby died, was like a challenge. Next morning, in Great Barr, some blinds were down, the street was empty.

H. M. (Henry Major) Tomlinson - Old Junk