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Jane Haden, quiet and tearless, sat gazing at the fatal shaft, when she was touched on the shoulder. She looked up, and saw Harry. "Thou art not down with them then, Harry?" "No; I almost wish I was," Harry said. "I came up with Jack, and hurried away to get breakfast. When I heard the blow I ran up, and found Jack had just gone down.
"Ay," Jane Haden agreed, "he's a good lad, none better; and as for learning, the books that boy knows is awesome; there's shelves upon shelves on 'em upstairs, and I do believe he's read 'em all a dozen times. Well, Jack, have ee cum from meeting?" "Ay, mother; I heard them talk nonsense till I was nigh sick, and then I comed away." "And will they go for the strike, Jack?"
Why, if the water gains, and the mines get flooded, it'll be weeks, and maybe months, before the mines can be cleared and put in working order; and what will you all be doing while that's being done?" "It'll bring 'em to their senses, lad," Bill Haden said, bringing his hand down on the table with a thump. "They mean to starve us; we'll ruin them.
I think I ha' got some o' the bull-dog strain in me, and I'll hoult on to it as Bess would hoult on to a man's throat if she pinned him." "I know you will, my lad," Mrs. Haden said, while her husband, lighting his pipe and turning to go out, said: "It matters nowt to me one way or t'other, but moind, lad, larning or no larning, thou'st got to go into the pit next week and arn your living."
I had not observed the fault, and I shall correct it in the morning." "What an eye for a line a sculptor has!" he said to Ford later. He quarreled regularly with his brother-in-law, Sir F. Seymour Haden, the famous etcher. "A brother-in-law is not a connection calling for sentiment," he once remarked.
Did'st e'er hear tell o' such a thing?" "No, I didn't," Bill Haden said emphatically. "It's t' first time as e'er I heard o' t' right man being picked out wi'out a question o' age.
Jack, curling himself up beside them, lay with his head on Juno's body and slept till Mrs. Haden, having cleared the table and washed up the things, sent him out to play, her husband having at the conclusion of his meal lighted his pipe and strolled over to the "Chequers." Bill Haden had, according to his lights, been a good father to the child of his old mate Simpson.
But I'll stop it if it costs me my life." "Oh, Jack! don't 'ee do anything rash," Mrs. Haden said piteously. "What can one lad do against two or three hundred men?" "Now, mother," Jack said promptly, not heeding her appeal, "what police are there within reach?" "The police were all sent away yesterday to Bampton. There were riots there, I heard say. That's why they chose to-night."
He started early with his father for the pit, and the hours there, which at first had seemed so long, slipped by rapidly as he multiplied, and added, and subtracted, finding that he could daily master longer lines of figures. Of an afternoon he played with the other pit boys, and after that worked steadily at his books till eleven o'clock, two hours after Bill Haden and his wife had gone to bed.
Jack accepts the intimation and struggles up to his feet just as Bill Haden lifts the latch and enters. "It's a fine day, Bill," his wife said. "Be it?" the collier replied in return. "I took no note o't. However it doant rain, and that's all I cares for. And how's the dogs? Did you give Juno that physic ball I got for her?" "It's no manner of use, Bill, leaving they messes wi' me.
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