The sun rose bright and hot on Sunday morning, but the little birds were up before the great luminary2, singing their morning hymn3 with noisy delight. It was a peaceful day. The wind was at rest and the sea was calm. In the ancient town of St. Just it was peculiarly peaceful, for the numerous and untiring “stamps”—which all the week had continued their clang and clatter4, morning, noon, and night, without intermission—found rest on that hallowed day, and the great engines ceased to bow their massive heads, with the exception of those that worked the pumps. Even these, however, were required to do as little work as was compatible with the due drainage of the mines, and as their huge pulsations were intermittent—few and far between—they did not succeed in disturbing the universal serenity5 of the morning.
If there are in this country men who, more than any other, need repose6, we should say they are the miners of Cornwall, for their week’s work is exhausting far beyond that of most other labourers in the kingdom. Perhaps the herculean men employed in malleable-iron works toil7 as severely8, but, besides the cheering consciousness of being well paid for their labour, these men exert their powers in the midst of sunlight and fresh air, while the miners toil in bad air, and get little pay in hard times. Sunday is indeed to them the Sabbath-day—it is literally9 what that word signifies, a day of much-required rest for body, soul, and spirit.
Pity that the good old word which God gave us is not more universally used among Christians11! Would it not have been better that the translation Rest-day had been adopted, so that even ignorant men might have understood its true signification, than that we should have saddled it with a heathen name, to be an apple of discord12 in all generations? However, Sunday it is, so Sunday it will stand, we suppose, as long as the world lasts. After all, despite its faulty origin, that word is invested with old and hallowed associations in the minds of many, so we enter our protest against the folly13 of our forefathers14 very humbly15, beseeching16 those who are prone17 to become nettled18 on this subject to excuse our audacity19!
Well, as we have said, the Sunday morning to which we refer was peaceful; so would have been Maggot’s household had Maggot’s youngest baby never been born; but, having been born, that robust20 cherub21 asserted his right to freedom of action more violently than ever did the most rabid Radical22 or tyrannical Tory. He “swarmed” about the house, and kicked and yelled his uttermost, to the great distress23 of poor little Grace, whose anxiety to get him ready for chapel24 was gradually becoming feverish25. But baby Maggot had as much objection to go to chapel as his wicked father, who was at that time enjoying a pipe on the cliffs, and intended to leave his family to the escort of David Trevarrow. Fortunately, baby gave in about half-past nine, so that little Grace had him washed and dressed, and on his way to chapel in pretty good time, all things considered.
No one who entered the Wesleyan Chapel of St. Just that morning for the first time could have imagined that a large proportion of the well-dressed people who filled the pews were miners and balmaidens. Some of the latter were elegantly, we might almost say gorgeously, attired26, insomuch that, but for their hands and speech, they might almost have passed for ladies of fashion. The very latest thing in bonnets27, and the newest mantles28, were to be seen on their pretty heads and shapely shoulders.
As we have said before, and now repeat, this circumstance arose from the frequency of the visits of the individual styled “Johnny Fortnight,” whose great aim and end in life is to supply miners, chiefly the females among them, with the necessaries, and unnecessaries, of wearing apparel.
When the managing director entered Mr Donnithorne’s pew and sat down beside his buxom29 hostess, he felt, but of course was much too well bred to express astonishment30; for his host had told him that a large number of the people who attended the chapel were miners, and for a time he failed to see any of the class whom he had hitherto been accustomed to associate with rusty-red and torn garbs31, and dirty hands and faces. But he soon observed that many of the stalwart, serious-looking men with black coats and white linen32, had strong, muscular hands, with hard-looking knuckles33, which, in some instances, exhibited old or recent cuts and bruises34.
It was a new sight for the managing director to behold35 the large and apparently36 well-off families filing into the pews, for, to say truth, Mr Clearemout was not much in the habit of attending church, and he had never before entered a Methodist chapel. He watched with much curiosity the gradual filling of the seats, and the grave, quiet demeanour of the people. Especially interesting was it when Maggot’s family came in and sat down, with the baby Maggot in charge of little Grace. Mr Clearemout had met Maggot, and had seen his family; but interest gave place to astonishment when Mrs Penrose walked into the church, backed by her sixteen children, the eldest37 males among whom were miners, and the eldest females tin-dressers, while the little males and females aspired38 to be miners and tin-dressers in the course of time.
“That’s Penrose’s family,” whispered Mr Donnithorne to his guest.
“What! the local’s family?”
Mr Donnithorne nodded.
Soon after, a tall, gentlemanly man ascended39 the pulpit.
The managing director was disappointed. He had come there to hear a miner preach, and behold, a clergyman!
“Who is he?” inquired Clearemout.
But Mr Donnithorne did not answer. He was looking up the hymn for Mrs D, who, being short-sighted, claimed exemption40 from the duty of “looking up” anything. Besides, he was a kind, good man at heart—though rather fond of smuggling41 and given to the bottle, according to Oliver Trembath’s account of him—and liked to pay his wife little attentions.
But there were still greater novelties in store for the London man that morning. It was new to him to hear John Wesley’s beautiful hymns42 sung to equally beautiful tunes43, which were not, however, unfamiliar44 to his ear, and sung with a degree of fervour that quite drowned his own voice, powerful and deep though it was. It was a new and impressive thing to hear the thrilling, earnest tones of the preacher as he offered up an eloquent45 extempore prayer—to the petitions in which many of the people in the congregation gave utterance46 at times to startlingly fervent47 and loud responses—not in set phraseology, but in words that were called forth48 by the nature of each petition, such as “Glory to God,” “Amen,” “Thanks be to Him”—showing that the worshippers followed and sympathised with their spokesman, thus making his prayer their own. But the newest thing of all was to hear the preacher deliver an eloquent, earnest, able, and well-digested sermon, without book or note, in the same natural tone of voice with which a man might address his fellow in the street—a style of address which riveted51 the attention of the hearers, induced them to expect that he had really something important to say to them, and that he thoroughly52 believed in the truth of what he said.
“A powerful man,” observed the managing director as they went out; “your clergyman, I suppose?”
“No, sir,” replied Mr Donnithorne with a chuckle53, “our minister is preaching elsewhere to-day. That was James Penrose.”
“What! the miner?” exclaimed Clearemout in astonishment.
“Ay, the local preacher too.”
“Why, the man spoke50 like Demosthenes, and quoted Bacon, Locke, Milton, and I know not whom all—you amaze me,” said Mr Clearemout. “Surely all your local preachers are not equal to this one.”
“Alas, no! some of the young ones are indeed able enough to spout54 poetry and quote old authors, and too fond they are of doing so; nevertheless, as I have said to you before, most of the local preachers are sober-minded, sterling55 Christian10 men, and a few of them have eminent56 capabilities57. Had Penrose been a younger man, he would probably have entered the ministry58, but being above forty, with an uncommonly59 large family, he thinks it his duty to remain as he is, and do as much good as he can.”
“But surely he might find employment better suited to his talents?” said Clearemout.
“There is not much scope in St. Just,” replied Mr Donnithorne, with a smile, “and it is a serious thing for a man in his circumstances to change his abode60 and vocation61. No, no, I think he is right to remain a miner.”
“Well, I confess that I admire his talents,” returned Clearemout, “but I still think that an ordinary miner would suit me better.”
“Well, I know of one who will suit you admirably. He is common enough to look at, and if you will accompany me into the mine to-morrow I’ll introduce you to him. I’m not fond of descending62 the ladders nowadays, though I could do it very well when a youth, but as the man I speak of works in one of the levels near the surface, I’ll be glad to go down with you, and Captain Dan shall lead us.”
True to his word, the old gentleman met Mr Clearemout the following morning at nine o’clock, and accompanied him down into the mine.
Their descent was unmarked by anything particular at first. They wore the usual suit of underground clothing, and each carried a lighted candle attached to his hat. After descending about thirty fathoms63 they left the main shaft64 and traversed the windings65 of a level until they came to a place where the sound of voices and hammers indicated that the miners were working. In a few seconds they reached the end of the level.
Here two men were “driving” the level, and another—a very tall, powerful man—was standing66 in a hole driven up slanting-ways into the roof, and cutting the rock above his head. His attitude and aspect were extremely picturesque67, standing as he did on a raised platform with his legs firmly planted, his muscular arms raised above him to cut the rock overhead, and the candle so placed as to cause his figure to appear almost black and unnaturally68 gigantic.
“Stay a minute, Captain Dan,” said Mr Donnithorne. “That, Mr Clearemout, is the man I spoke of—what think you of his personal appearance?”
Clearemout did not reply for a few minutes, but stood silently watching the man as he continued to wield69 his heavy hammer with powerful strokes—delivering each with a species of gasp70 which indicated not exhaustion71, but the stern vigour72 with which it was given.
“He’ll do,” said Clearemout in a decided73 tone.
“Hallo! James,” shouted Mr Donnithorne.
“Hallo! sir,” answered the man looking back over his shoulder.
“There’s a gentleman here who wants to speak to you.”
The miner flung down his tools, which clattered75 loudly on the hard rock, as he leaped from his perch76 with the agility77 of one whose muscles are all in full and constant exercise.
“What! not the local—”
Before the managing director could finish his sentence Mr Donnithorne introduced him to James Penrose, and left the two for a time to talk together.
It need scarcely be added that Clearemout was quite willing to avail himself of the services of the “local,” but the local did not meet his proposals so readily as he would have wished. Penrose was a cautious man, and said he would call on Mr Clearemout in the evening after he had had time to consider the matter.
With this reply the other was fain to rest satisfied, and shortly after he returned to the bottom of the shaft with his friends, leaving the hardy78 miner to pursue his work.
At the bottom of the shaft they were accosted79 by a sturdy little man, who told them that a large piece of timber was being sent down the shaft, and it would be advisable to wait until it reached the bottom.
“Is it on the way, Spankey?” asked Captain Dan.
“Iss, sur, if it haven’t walked into the thirty-fathom level in passin’.”
Spankey was a humorous individual addicted80 to joking.
“Are you married, Spankey?” asked Clearemout, looking down with a grin at the dirty little fellow beside him.
“Iss, sur. Had, two wives, an’ the third wan74 is waitin’ for me, ’spose.”
“Any children, Spankey?”
“Iss, six, countin’ the wan that died before it could spaik.”
At this point the beam was heard coming down. In a few seconds it made its appearance, and was hauled a little to one side by Spankey, who proceeded to unwind the chain that had supported it.
“I’ll give ’em the signal, Captain Dan, to haul up the chain before thee do go on the ladders.”
The signal was given accordingly, and the engine immediately began to draw up the chain by which the beam had been lowered.
This chain had a hook at one end of it, and, as ill-luck would have it, the hook caught Spankey by the right leg of his trousers, and whisked him off his feet. Almost before those beside him could conceive what had happened, the unfortunate man went up the shaft feet foremost, with a succession of dreadful yells, in the midst of which could be heard a fearful rending81 of strong linen.
Fortunately for Spankey, his nether83 garments were not only strong, but new, so that when the rend82 came to the seam at the foot, it held on, else had that facetious84 miner come down the shaft much faster than he went up, and left his brains at the bottom as a memorial of the shocking event!
With palpitating hearts, Captain Dan, Clearemout, and old Donnithorne ran up the ladders as fast as they could. In a few minutes they reached the thirty-fathom level, and here, to their great relief, they found Spankey supported in the arms of stout85 Joe Tonkin.
That worthy86, true to his promise to Oliver Trembath, had gone to work in Botallack Mine, and had that very day commenced operations in the thirty-fathom level referred to. Hearing the terrible screams of Spankey, he rushed to the end of the level just as the unfortunate man was passing it. The risk was great, but Tonkin was accustomed to risks, and prompt to act. He flung his arms round Spankey, drew him forcibly into the level, and held on for life. There was a terrible rend; the leg of the trousers gave way at the hip49, and went flapping up to grass, leaving the horrified87 miner behind.
“Not gone dead yet, sur, but goin’ fast,” was Spankey’s pathetic reply to Captain Dan’s anxious inquiries88.
It was found, however, that, beyond the fright, the man had received no damage whatever.
The only other noteworthy fact in reference to this incident is, that when Captain Dan and his companions reached the surface, they were met by the lander, who, with a face as pale as a ghost, held up the torn garment. Great was this man’s relief, and loud the fit of laughter with which he expressed it, when Spankey, issuing from the mouth of the shaft, presented his naked limb, and claimed the leg of his trousers!
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