Somewhere in the vicinity of that magnificent piece of coast scenery in West Cornwall, known by the name of Gurnard’s Head, there sauntered, one fine afternoon, a gentleman of tall, commanding aspect. All the parts of this gentleman were, if we may so speak, prononcé. Everything about him savoured of the superlative degree. His head and face were handsome and large, but their size was not apparent because of the capacity of his broad shoulders and wide chest. His waist was slender, hair curly and very black, only to be excelled by the intense blackness of his eyes. His nose was prominent; mouth large and well shaped; forehead high and broad; whiskers enormous; and nostrils1 so large as to appear dilated2. He was a bony man, a powerful man—also tall and straight, and a little beyond forty. He was to all appearance a hero of romance, and his mind seemed to be filled with romantic thoughts, for he smiled frequently as he gazed around him from the top of the cliffs on the beautiful landscape which lay spread out at his feet.
Above him there were wild undulating slopes covered with rich green gorse; below were the cliffs of Gurnard’s Cove3, with rocky projections4 that resemble the castellated work of man’s hand, and intermingled therewith much of the matériel connected with the pilchard fishery, with masses of masonry6 so heavy and picturesque7 as to resemble Nature’s handiwork. Beyond lay the blue waters of the Atlantic, which at that time were calm almost as a mill-pond, studded with a hundred sails, and glittering in sunshine.
The spot appeared a beautiful solitude8, for no living thing was visible save the romantic gentleman and a few seagulls and sheep. The pilchard fishery had not yet commenced, and the three or four fishermen who pitched and repaired their boats on the one little spot of sand that could be seen far below on that rugged9 coast appeared like mice, and were too far distant to break the feeling of solitude—a feeling which was not a little enhanced by the appearance, on a spot not far distant, of the ruined engine-house of a deserted10 mine.
It was indeed a lovely afternoon, and a beautiful scene—a very misanthrope11 would have gazed on it with an approach at least to benignity12. No wonder that George Augustus Clearemout smiled on it so joyously13, and whisked his walking-cane14 vigorously in the exuberance15 of his delight.
But, strange to say, his smile was always brightest, and the cane flourished most energetically, when he turned his eyes on the ruined mine! He even laughed once or twice, and muttered to himself as he looked at the picturesque object; yet there seemed nothing in its appearance calculated to produce laughter. On the contrary, there were those alive whom the sight of it might have reduced to tears, for, in its brief existence, it had raised uncommonly16 little tin or copper17, although it had succeeded in sinking an immense amount of gold! Nevertheless Mr Clearemout chuckled18 every time he looked at the ruin, and appeared very much tickled19 with the thoughts to which it gave rise.
“Yes! the very thing! capital!” he muttered to himself, turning again and again to the object of his admiration20, “couldn’t be better—ha! ha! most suitable; yes, it will do for ’em, probably it will do ’em—do ’em,” (he repeated the phrase two or three times with a greater display of white teeth at each utterance21 of it), “a most superb name—Wheal Do-em—ha! ha! Spell it with two o’s to make it look more natural, and ensure correct pronunciation—Wheal Dooem—nothing could be finer, quite candid22 and above-board—no one can call it a swindle.”
This last idea caused Mr Clearemout to break into the loudest laugh in which he had hitherto indulged, and he was about to repeat it, when the appearance of a phaeton at a turn of the carriage road reduced him to gravity.
The vehicle contained a party of ladies and gentlemen from St. Just, among whom were Rose Ellis, Mrs Donnithorne and her husband, Oliver Trembath, and Mr William Grenfell, a gentleman of property in the neighbourhood.
As it approached the spot where Mr Clearemout stood, the horse swerved23 at a sheep which started out from behind a furze bush, and then backed so rapidly that the hind-wheels were on the point of passing over the edge of the road, when the tall stranger sprang to its head, and led it gently forward.
The danger was not great, for the road at the place was elevated little above the sward, but it was sufficiently24 so to warrant a profusion25 of thanks from the occupants of the vehicle, and a pressing invitation to Mr Clearemout to join the picnic party then and there assembling.
“You see, we’re not all here,” said Mr Donnithorne, bustling26 about energetically, as he pulled baskets and bottles from the body of the vehicle, while Oliver assisted the ladies to alight; “there’s another machineful coming, but we have lots of grub for all, and will only be too glad of your company, Mr—Mr—what did you say?”
“Clearemout,” interposed that gentleman, with a bow and a bland27 smile that quite took Mr Donnithorne by storm.
“Ah, yes, glad to have you, Mr Clearemout; why, our necks might all have been broken but for you. Rose, my dear, do look after this basket. There—thanks—how hot it is, to be sure! Mr Clearemout—Mr Grenfell; no introduction—only to let you know his name—my wife—niece, Rose—Oliver Trembath, and all the rest; there, dispense28 with ceremony on a picnic always. That’s the chief fun of it.”
While the lively old gentleman ran on thus, and collected the baskets together, Mr Grenfell, who was a tall, gentlemanly man of about sixty, with a grave, aristocratic countenance30 and polite manner, assured Mr Clearemout that he was happy to make the acquaintance of a man who had rendered them such opportune31 service, whereupon Mr Clearemout declared himself to be fortunate in being present at such a juncture32, and protested that his service was a trifle in itself, although it had led to an introduction which was most gratifying. Then, turning with much urbanity of manner to the ladies, he entered into conversation with them.
“Here they come!” shouted old Mr Donnithorne, as another carriage drove up.
“The rest of our party,” said Mr Grenfell, turning to Mr Clearemout; “friends from St. Just.”
The carriage stopped as he spoke33, and a number of ladies and gentlemen descended34 therefrom, and mingled5 their congratulations at the narrow escape which had just been made, with thanks to the dark stranger, and with orders, questions, counter-orders, and explanations innumerable, about baskets to be carried and places to be selected.
The picnic, we need scarcely say, very much resembled picnics in general. All were in good spirits—elated with the splendour of the day, the beauty of the views, and the freshness of the sea-breeze that sprang up soon after their arrival. The only one whose feelings were not absolutely unruffled was Oliver Trembath. That youth was afflicted35 with an unaccountable dislike to the dark stranger which rendered him somewhat uncomfortable. As for the stranger, he made himself extremely agreeable—told anecdotes36, sang songs, and became an immaculate waiter on the whole company, handing about plates, glasses, knives, etcetera, etcetera, as deftly37 as if he were dealing38 a pack of cards. Above all, he was a good listener, and not only heard other people’s stories out to the end, but commented on them as one who had been interested. With all this, he was particularly attentive39 to Rose Ellis, but so guarded was he that no one noticed the attentions as being peculiar40 except Rose herself, and Oliver Trembath, who, for the first time in his life, to his great surprise and displeasure, felt the demon41 of jealousy42 tormenting43 his breast.
But in the midst of all this, Mr George Augustus Clearemout displayed an insatiable curiosity in regard to mines and miners. Whatever might be the subject of conversation for the time, he invariably took the first opportunity of returning to his favourite theme with one or another of the party, as occasion served.
Ashamed of the feelings which troubled him, Oliver Trembath resolved to take the bold and manly29 step of stifling44 them, by making himself agreeable to the object of his dislike. Accordingly, he availed himself of an opportunity when the party broke up into groups to saunter about the cliffs, and entered into converse45 with the stranger on the subject of mines.
“You appear to take much interest in mining, I think,” said he, as they walked out on the promontory46 together.
“I do indeed,” replied Clearemout; “the mines of Cornwall have ever been a subject of deep interest to me, and the miners I regard as a race of men singularly endowed with courage and perseverance47.”
“Your opinion of them is correct,” said Oliver. “Have you ever seen them at work?”
“No, I have only just arrived in the county, but I hope to visit the mines ere long.”
“When you do,” said Oliver with enthusiasm, “your opinion of them will be strengthened, for their endurance underground, and their perseverance in a species of labour which taxes their muscular power as well as their patience to the uttermost, surpasses anything I have either seen or heard of. England does not fully48 appreciate, because she is not minutely acquainted with, the endurance and courage of her Cornish miners. The rocks through which they have to cut are so hard and unyielding that men who had not been trained from childhood to subdue49 them would lose heart altogether at the weight of toil50 and the small return for it. Sometimes, indeed, miners are fortunate, and here, as elsewhere, lucky hits are made, but for the most part their gains are barely sufficient for their wants; and whether they are lucky or unlucky in that respect, the toil is always hard—so hard that few of them retain health or strength sufficient to go underground beyond the age of forty-five, while hundreds of them find an early grave, owing to disease resulting from their peculiar work, or to accidents. These last are usually occasioned by the bursting out of collections of water which flood the mines, or the fall of masses of timber, or the premature51 explosion of blast-holes. At other times the men lose hold of the ladders—‘fall away’ from them, as they express it—or stumble into a winze, which is a small shaft52 connecting level with level, in which latter case death is almost certain to ensue, many of the winzes being sixty feet deep. In St. Just you will see many poor fellows who have been blinded or maimed in the mines. Nevertheless Cornish miners are a contented53, uncomplaining race of men, and Cornwall is justly proud of them.”
“I am much interested in what you tell me,” said Clearemout; “in fact I have come here for the purpose of making inquiry54 into mines and mining concerns.”
“Then you will find this to be the very place for you,” said Oliver. “My uncle, Mr Donnithorne, and Mr Grenfell, and Mr Cornish are intimately acquainted with mining in all its phases, and will, I am certain, be happy to give you all the information in their power. As to the people of St. Just and its neighbourhood, you will find them most agreeable and hospitable55. I can speak from personal experience, although I have only been a short time among them.”
“I doubt it not,” replied Mr Clearemout with a bland smile; “my own limited experience goes far to corroborate56 what you say, and I hope to have the pleasure of still further testing the truth of your observations.”
And Mr George Augustus Clearemout did test their truth for several weeks after the picnic. He was received with kindness and hospitality everywhere; he was taken down into the mines by obliging agents, and was invited to several of the periodical business dinners, called “account-dinners,” at which he met shareholders57 in the mines, and had an opportunity of conversing58 with men of note and wealth from various parts of the county. He dwelt, during his stay, with old Mr Donnithorne, and, much to the surprise if not pleasure of Rose, proved himself to be a proficient59 on the guitar and a good musician.
At length the dark gentleman took his departure for London, whither we shall follow him, and watch his proceedings60 for a very short time, before returning to the principal scene of our tale.
Almost immediately on his arrival in the great city, he betook himself to the West End, and there, in a fashionable square, solicited61 an interview with an old lady, whose principal noteworthy points were that she had much gold and not much brains. She was a confiding62 old lady, and had, on a previous occasion, been quite won by the insinuating63 address of the “charming Mr Clearemout,” who had been introduced to her by a noble lord.
To this confiding old lady George Augustus painted Cornish mines and mining in the most glowing colours, and recommended her to invest in a mine a portion of her surplus funds. The confiding old lady had no taste for speculation64, and was rather partial to the three per cent consols, but George Augustus was so charmingly persuasive65 that she could not help giving in—so George proposed little plans, and opened up little prospects66, and the confiding old lady agreed to all the little plans without paying much regard to the little prospects.
After this Mr Clearemout paid another visit in another West End square—this time to a gentleman. The gentleman was young and noble, for Clearemout styled him “My lord.” Strange to say he also was of a confiding nature—very much so indeed—and appeared to be even more completely under the influence of George Augustus than the confiding old lady herself.
For the benefit of this young gentleman Mr Clearemout painted the same picture in the same glowing colours, which colours seemed to grow warmer as the sun of success rose upon it. He added something about the value of a name, and referred to money as being a matter of small consequence in comparison. The young lord, like the old lady, agreed to everything that was proposed to him, except the proposal to advance money. On that point he was resolute67, but Clearemout did not care much about obtaining money from the confiding young gentleman. His name was as good as gold, and would enable him to screw money out of others.
After this the dark man paid a visit to several other friends at the West End, all of whom were more or less confiding—some with selfish, others with unselfish, dispositions—but all, without exception, a little weak intellectually. These had the same glowing pictures of a Cornish mine laid before them, and most of them swallowed the bait whole, only one or two being content to nibble68.
When afternoon began to merge69 into evening Mr Clearemout paid a last visit for the day—but not in the West End, rather nearer to the City—to a gentleman somewhat like himself, though less prepossessing, for whose benefit he painted no glowing picture of a mine, but to whom he said, “Come, Jack70, I’ve made a pretty good job of it; let’s go and have a chop. If your luck has equalled mine the thing is done, and Wheal Dooem, as I have named the sweet little thing, will be going full swing in a couple of weeks—costing, perhaps, a few hundreds to put it in working order, with a trifle thereafter in the shape of wages to a man and a boy to coal the fire, and keep the thing moving with as much noise as possible to make a show, and leaving a pretty little balance of some twenty or thirty thousand at the credit of the Company, for you and me to enjoy in the meantime—minus a small sum for rent of office, clerk’s salary, gas and coal, etcetera, as long as the bubble lasts.”
Thus did this polite scoundrel go about from house to house getting up a Cornish Mining Company on false pretences71 (as other polite scoundrels have done before, and doubtless as others will do again), bringing into unmerited disrepute those genuine and grand old mines of Cornwall which have yielded stores of tin and copper, to the enriching of the English nation, ever since those old-world days when the Phoenicians sailed their adventurous72 barks to the “Cassiterides” in quest of tin.
While these things were being done in London, a terrible catastrophe73 happened in Botallack mine, which threw a dark cloud for some time over more than one lowly cottage in St. Just.
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