The Last of a Schoolboy.
Edwin Clayhanger stood on the steep-sloping, red-bricked canal bridge, in the valley between Bursley and its suburb Hillport. In that neighbourhood the Knype and Mersey canal formed the western boundary of the industrialism of the Five Towns. To the east rose pitheads, chimneys, and kilns3, tier above tier, dim in their own mists. To the west, Hillport Fields, grimed but possessing authentic4 hedgerows and winding5 paths, mounted broadly up to the sharp ridge2 on which stood Hillport Church, a landmark6. Beyond the ridge, and partly protected by it from the driving smoke of the Five Towns, lay the fine and ancient Tory borough7 of Oldcastle, from whose historic Middle School Edwin Clayhanger was now walking home. The fine and ancient Tory borough provided education for the whole of the Five Towns, but the relentless8 ignorance of its prejudices had blighted9 the district. A hundred years earlier the canal had only been obtained after a vicious Parliamentary fight between industry and the fine and ancient borough, which saw in canals a menace to its importance as a centre of traffic. Fifty years earlier the fine and ancient borough had succeeded in forcing the greatest railway line in England to run through unpopulated country five miles off instead of through the Five Towns, because it loathed10 the mere11 conception of a railway. And now, people are inquiring why the Five Towns, with a railway system special to itself, is characterised by a perhaps excessive provincialism. These interesting details have everything to do with the history of Edwin Clayhanger, as they have everything to do with the history of each of the two hundred thousand souls in the Five Towns. Oldcastle guessed not the vast influences of its sublime12 stupidity.
It was a breezy Friday in July 1872. The canal, which ran north and south, reflected a blue and white sky. Towards the bridge, from the north came a long narrow canal-boat roofed with tarpaulins13; and towards the bridge, from the south came a similar craft, sluggishly14 creeping. The towing-path was a morass15 of sticky brown mud, for, in the way of rain, that year was breaking the records of a century and a half. Thirty yards in front of each boat an unhappy skeleton of a horse floundered its best in the quagmire16. The honest endeavour of one of the animals received a frequent tonic17 from a bare-legged girl of seven who heartily18 curled a whip about its crooked19 large-jointed legs. The ragged20 and filthy21 child danced in the rich mud round the horse’s flanks with the simple joy of one who had been rewarded for good behaviour by the unrestricted use of a whip for the first time.
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Edwin, with his elbows on the stone parapet of the bridge, stared uninterested at the spectacle of the child, the whip, and the skeleton. He was not insensible to the piquancy22 of the pageant23 of life, but his mind was preoccupied24 with grave and heavy matters. He had left school that day, and what his eyes saw as he leaned on the bridge was not a willing beast and a gladdened infant, but the puzzling world and the advance guard of its problems bearing down on him. Slim, gawky, untidy, fair, with his worn black-braided clothes, and slung25 over his shoulders in a bursting satchel26 the last load of his schoolbooks, and on his bright, rough hair a shapeless cap whose lining27 protruded28 behind, he had the extraordinary wistful look of innocence29 and simplicity30 which marks most boys of sixteen. It seemed rather a shame, it seemed even tragic31, that this naïve, simple creature, with his straightforward32 and friendly eyes so eager to believe appearances, this creature immaculate of worldly experience, must soon be transformed into a man, wary33, incredulous, detracting. Older eyes might have wept at the simplicity of those eyes.
This picture of Edwin as a wistful innocent would have made Edwin laugh. He had been seven years at school, and considered himself a hardened sort of brute34, free of illusions. And he sometimes thought that he could judge the world better than most neighbouring mortals.
“Hello! The Sunday!” he murmured, without turning his eyes.
Another boy, a little younger and shorter, and clothed in a superior untidiness, had somehow got on to the bridge, and was leaning with his back against the parapet which supported Edwin’s elbows. His eyes were franker and simpler even than the eyes of Edwin, and his lips seemed to be permanently35 parted in a good-humoured smile. His name was Charlie Orgreave, but at school he was invariably called “the Sunday”—not “Sunday,” but “the Sunday”—and nobody could authoritatively36 explain how he had come by the nickname. Its origin was lost in the prehistoric37 ages of his childhood. He and Edwin had been chums for several years. They had not sworn fearful oaths of loyalty38; they did not constitute a secret society; they had not even pricked39 forearms and written certain words in blood; for these rites40 are only performed at Harrow, and possibly at the Oldcastle High School, which imitates Harrow. Their fellowship meant chiefly that they spent a great deal of time together, instinctively41 and unconsciously enjoying each other’s mere presence, and that in public arguments they always reinforced each other, whatever the degree of intellectual dishonesty thereby42 necessitated43.
“I’ll bet you mine gets to the bridge first,” said the Sunday. With an ingenious movement of the shoulders he arranged himself so that the parapet should bear the weight of his satchel.
Edwin Clayhanger slowly turned round, and perceived that the object which the Sunday had appropriated as “his” was the other canal-boat, advancing from the south.
“Horse or boat?” asked Edwin.
“Boat’s nose, of course,” said the Sunday.
“Well,” said Edwin, having surveyed the unconscious competitors, and counting on the aid of the whipping child, “I don’t mind laying you five.”
“That be damned for a tale!” protested the Sunday. “We said we’d never bet less than ten—you know that.”
“Yes, but—” Edwin hesitatingly drawled.
“But what?”
“All right. Ten,” Edwin agreed. “But it’s not fair. You’ve got a rare start on me.”
“Rats!” said the Sunday, with finality. In the pronunciation of this word the difference between his accent and Edwin’s came out clear. The Sunday’s accent was less local; there was a hint of a short “e” sound in the “a,” and a briskness44 about the consonants45, that Edwin could never have compassed. The Sunday’s accent was as carelessly superior as his clothes. Evidently the Sunday had some one at home who had not learnt the art of speech in the Five Towns.
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He began to outline a scheme, in which perpendicular46 expectoration figured, for accurately47 deciding the winner, and a complicated argument might have ensued about this, had it not soon become apparent that Edwin’s boat was going to be handsomely beaten, despite the joyous48 efforts of the little child. The horse that would die but would not give up, was only saved from total subsidence at every step by his indomitable if aged49 spirit. Edwin handed over the ten marbles even before the other boat had arrived at the bridge.
“Here,” he said. “And you may as well have these, too,” adding five more to the ten, all he possessed50. They were not the paltry51 marble of to-day, plaything of infants, but the majestic52 “rinker,” black with white spots, the king of marbles in an era when whole populations practised the game. Edwin looked at them half regretfully as they lay in the Sunday’s hands. They seemed prodigious53 wealth in those hands, and he felt somewhat as a condemned54 man might feel who bequeaths his jewels on the scaffold. Then there was a rattle55, and a tumour56 grew out larger on the Sunday’s thigh57.
The winning boat, long preceded by its horse, crawled under the bridge and passed northwards to the sea, laden58 with crates59 of earthenware60. And then the loser, with the little girl’s father and mother and her brothers and sisters, and her kitchen, drawing-room, and bedroom, and her smoking chimney and her memories and all that was hers, in the stern of it, slid beneath the boys’ down-turned faces while the whip cracked away beyond the bridge. They could see, between the whitened tarpaulins, that the deep belly61 of the craft was filled with clay.
“Where does that there clay come from?” asked Edwin. For not merely was he honestly struck by a sudden new curiosity, but it was meet for him to behave like a man now, and to ask manly62 questions.
“Runcorn,” said the Sunday scornfully. “Can’t you see it painted all over the boat?”
“Why do they bring clay all the way from Runcorn?”
“They don’t bring it from Runcorn. They bring it from Cornwall. It comes round by sea—see?” He laughed.
“Who told you?” Edwin roughly demanded.
“Anybody knows that!” said the Sunday grandly, but always maintaining his gay smile.
“Seems devilish funny to me,” Edwin murmured, after reflection, “that they should bring clay all that roundabout way just to make crocks of it here. Why should they choose just this place to make crocks in? I always understood—”
“Oh! Come on!” the Sunday cut him short. “It’s blessed well one o’clock and after!”
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They climbed the long bank from the canal up to the Manor63 Farm, at which high point their roads diverged64, one path leading direct to Bleakridge where Orgreave lived, and the other zigzagging65 down through neglected pasturage into Bursley proper. Usually they parted here without a word, taking pride in such Spartan66 taciturnity, and they would doubtless have done the same this morning also, though it were fifty-fold their last walk together as two schoolboys. But an incident intervened.
“Hold on!” cried the Sunday.
To the south of them, a mile and a half off, in the wreathing mist of the Cauldon Bar Ironworks, there was a yellow gleam that even the capricious sunlight could not kill, and then two rivers of fire sprang from the gleam and ran in a thousand delicate and lovely hues67 down the side of a mountain of refuse. They were emptying a few tons of molten slag68 at the Cauldon Bar Ironworks. The two rivers hung slowly dying in the mists of smoke. They reddened and faded, and you thought they had vanished, and you could see them yet, and then they escaped the baffled eye, unless a cloud aided them for a moment against the sun; and their ephemeral but enchanting69 beauty had expired for ever.
“Now!” said Edwin sharply.
“One minute ten seconds,” said the Sunday, who had snatched out his watch, an inestimable contrivance with a centre-seconds hand. “By Jove! That was a good ’un.”
“Let’s wait a jiff,” said the Sunday to Edwin, and as the smaller boys showed no hurry he bawled71 out to them across the intervening cinder-waste: “Run!” They ran. They were his younger brothers, Johnnie and Jimmie. “Take this and hook it!” he commanded, passing the strap72 of his satchel over his head as they came up. In fatalistic silence they obeyed the smiling tyrant73.
“What are you going to do?” Edwin asked.
“I’m coming down your way a bit.”
“But I thought you said you were peckish.”
“I shall eat three slices of beef instead of my usual brace,” said the Sunday carelessly.
Edwin was touched. And the Sunday was touched, because he knew he had touched Edwin. After all, this was a solemn occasion. But neither would overtly74 admit that its solemnity had affected75 him. Hence, first one and then the other began to skim stones with vicious force over the surface of the largest of the three ponds that gave interest to the Manor Farm. When they had thus proved to themselves that the day differed in no manner from any other breaking-up day, they went forward.
On their left were two pitheads whose double wheels revolved76 rapidly in smooth silence, and the puffing77 engine-house and all the trucks and gear of a large ironstone mine. On their right was the astonishing farm, with barns and ricks and cornfields complete, seemingly quite unaware78 of its forlorn oddness in that foul79 arena80 of manufacture. In front, on a little hill in the vast valley, was spread out the Indian-red architecture of Bursley—tall chimneys and rounded ovens, schools, the new scarlet81 market, the grey tower of the old church, the high spire82 of the evangelical church, the low spire of the church of genuflexions, and the crimson83 chapels84, and rows of little red houses with amber85 chimney-pots, and the gold angel of the blackened Town Hall topping the whole. The sedate86 reddish browns and reds of the composition, all netted in flowing scarves of smoke, harmonised exquisitely87 with the chill blues88 of the chequered sky. Beauty was achieved, and none saw it.
The boys descended89 without a word through the brick-strewn pastures, where a horse or two cropped the short grass. At the railway bridge, which carried a branch mineral line over the path, they exchanged a brief volley of words with the working-lads who always played pitch-and-toss there in the dinner-hour; and the Sunday added to the collection of shawds and stones lodged90 on the under ledges91 of the low iron girders. A strange boy, he had sworn to put ten thousand stones on those ledges before he died, or perish in the attempt. Hence Edwin sometimes called him “Old Perish-in-the-attempt.” A little farther on the open gates of a manufactory disclosed six men playing the noble game of rinkers on a smooth patch of ground near the weighing machine. These six men were Messieurs Ford92, Carter, and Udall, the three partners owning the works, and three of their employees. They were celebrated93 marble-players, and the boys stayed to watch them as, bending with one knee almost touching94 the earth, they shot the rinkers from their stubby thumbs with a canon-like force and precision that no boy could ever hope to equal. “By gum!” mumbled95 Edwin involuntarily, when an impossible shot was accomplished96; and the bearded shooter, pleased by this tribute from youth, twisted his white apron97 into a still narrower ring round his waist. Yet Edwin was not thinking about the game. He was thinking about a battle that lay before him, and how he would be weakened in the fight by the fact that in the last school examination, Charlie Orgreave, younger than himself by a year, had ousted98 him from the second place in the school. The report in his pocket said: “Position in class next term: third;” whereas he had been second since the beginning of the year. There would of course be no “next term” for him, but the report remained. A youth who has come to grips with that powerful enemy, his father, cannot afford to be handicapped by even such a trifle as a report entirely99 irrelevant100 to the struggle.
Suddenly Charlie Orgreave gave a curt101 nod, and departed, in nonchalant good-humour, doubtless considering that to accompany his chum any farther would be to be guilty of girlish sentimentality. And Edwin nodded with equal curtness102 and made off slowly into the maze103 of Bursley. The thought in his heart was: “I’m on my own, now. I’ve got to face it now, by myself.” And he felt that not merely his father, but the leagued universe, was against him.
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apron
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