Adventures of Working Men Part 10

"There was a regular cheer rose up as I said those words; but I hardly heeded it, for I was looking at Mary, and my heart sank as I saw her standing there smiling with joy.

"'She thinks I shall save him,' I said to myself, bitterly, 'Well, I'll do it, if I die in the attempt; and G.o.d forgive her, for she has broken my heart.'

"The next minute I had stepped into the cage, and it began to move, when a voice calls out, 'Hang it all, d.i.c.k Oldshaw shan't go alone!' and a young pitman sprang in by my side.

"Then we began to descend, and through an opening I just caught sight of Mary Andrews falling back senseless in the arms of the women. Then all was dark, and I was nerving myself for what I had to do.

"To go the way by which I had helped to save Andrews, was, I knew, impossible; but I had hopes that by going round by one of the old workings we might reach him, and I told my companion what I thought.

"'That's right--of course it is,' he said slapping me on the back.

'That's books, that is. I wish I could read.'

"Turning short off as soon as we were at the bottom, I led the way, holding my lamp high, and climbing and stumbling over the broken shale that had fallen from the roof; for this part of the mine had not been worked for years. Now we were in parts where we could breathe freely, and then working along where the dense gas made our lamps sputter and crackle; and the opening of one for an instant would have been a flash, and death for us both. Twice over I thought we had lost our way; but I had a plan of the pit at home, and often and often I had studied it, little thinking it would ever stand me in such good stead as this; and by pressing on I found that we were right, and gradually nearing the point at which the accident had occurred.

"As we got nearer, I became aware of the air setting in a strong draught in the direction in which we were going, and soon after we could make out a dull glow, and then there was a deep roar. The pit was indeed on fire, and blazing furiously, so that as we got nearer, trembling--I'm not ashamed to own it, for it was an awful sight--there was the coal growing of a fierce red heat; but, fortunately, the draught set towards an old shaft fully a quarter of a mile farther on, and so we were able to approach till, with a cry of horror, I leaped over heap after heap of coal, torn from the roof and wall by the explosion, to where, close to the fire lay the body of John Kelsey--so close that his clothes were already smouldering; and the fire scorched my face as I laid hold of him and dragged him away.

"How we ever got him to the foot of the shaft I never could tell; for to have carried him over the fallen coal of the disused galleries would have been impossible. It was either to risk the gas of the regular way, or to lie down and die by his side. I remember standing there for a few moments, and sending a prayer up to Him who could save us; and then with a word to my mate, we had John up between us, and staggered towards the shaft in a strange, helpless, dreamy way. To this day it seems to me little less than a miracle how we could have lived; but the fire must have ventilated the pa.s.sages sufficiently to allow us to stagger slowly along till we climbed into the cage, and were drawn up.

"I have some faint recollection of hearing a cheer, and of seeing the dim light of the chill December day; but the only thing which made any impression upon me was a voice which seemed to be Mary's, and a touch that seemed to be that of her hand. I heard a voice saying 'Terribly burned, but he's alive. Got a pipe and matches in his hand;' and I knew they were speaking about John Kelsey, and the thought came upon me once more that I had saved him for her; and with an exceeding bitter cry, I covered my poor fire blinded eyes, and lay there faint and half-insensible.

"And it's not much more that I can recollect, only of being in a wild, feverish state, wandering through dark pa.s.sages, with fire burning my head, and coal falling always, and ready to crush me; and I then seemed to wake from a long, deep sleep, and to be thinking in a weak, troubled way about getting up.

"It was a month, though, before I could do that, and then there was a tender arm to help me, and a soft cheek ever ready to be laid to mine; for in those long, weary hours of sickness Mary had been by my side to cheer me back to health, and I had learned that I was loved."

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

MY SCALDED PATIENT.

"Thanky doctor. Eh? feel faint? not a bit. Why bless your heart, I could bear twice as much without winking. Scalding ain't nice, though."

My patient, a frank, open-faced fellow, smiled as if he liked it all the same.

"There's something wrong with your boiler work, my man," I said, "or we should not have so many explosions. How is it?"

"Can't say, I'm sure, sir. Been used to bilers all my life; but working 'em's different to making 'em. There's something wrong, as you say, or they wouldn't always be a-bustin'. 'Tain't once, nor twice, nor now and then, for it's a thing as is always a-happening; and though I've never had more than a scald or two myself, I've seen some strange sights; men all blown to pieces, so that they were picked up afterwards in baskets; men taken to the hospital with their flesh bulging to them in rags, and there they'd lie writhing and tearing at the wrappings in such agony, that--there, I ain't above owning it--I've cried like a child to see my poor mates' sufferings. And there they'd be day after day, till a sort of calm came over them and the pain went, when they'd quite smile if you spoke to 'em, they seemed so easy; and it would be because a gentle hand was laid upon 'em, and they were going into the long sleep.

"Some gets better, but not when they're scalded badly; for it's strange stuff, is steam. Well, no; I'm not afraid, and never do feel afraid.

What's the good? One's got it to do, and there's the mouths at home to feed, so one can't afford it; and then the odds are precious long ones against it's being one's own bustin'. But now so many more steam engines are coming into use, day by day, it seems as if something ought to be done in the way of making bilers stronger. Cheapness is cheapness; but then a thing's dear at any price that makes such ruin as I've seen sometimes; so why don't they try some tougher metal than iron?--though certainly steam's strong enough to tear up anything. But there seems to me to be some fresh plan wanted for making bilers. I didn't work there, but I went and had a look d'reckly after that horrible accident at the Big Works last autumn. Well, there was about an acre of buildings--sheds and setrer--swept away as if you'd battered 'em all down: great fire bricks weighing a hundred and a half, pitched here and there like chaff; sheets of lead sent flying a hundred yards; tall chimneys powdered down; and the big busted biler itself jumped right out of its place; while as to the middle of it, that was torn off and crumpled up, and blown like a sheet of paper, to a distance. Plenty of life lost there, and plenty of escapes; but what I took most notice of was the plates torn off the biler--torn off as I said before, like so much paper; while these sheets or plates of iron, had given way at the rivets, and looked for all the world like postage stamps--torn off, of coa.r.s.e, along the perforating.

"'Now then,' I says to myself, 'that's a thing as wants altering. You perforate the edges of your plates to admit rivets, and so takes half their strength off--p'r'aps more; then you puts, perhaps, hot rivets in, and they p'r'aps crystallises the iron'--only p'r'aps, mind, I don't say so, only the raw edges of the biler looked crystally and brittle.

'Well, then, some day comes a hextry pressure o' steam, and up goes your biler--busted, and spreading ruin and death and misery around.'

"'Then how are we to fasten our biler plates,' says you, 'if we don't rivet 'em?' How should I know? I ain't a scientific man--I only stokes. That's for you to find out. But you ain't a-going to tell me, are you, that you scientific men and biler makers can't find no other way to make bilers only by riveting them? Say you bends the plates'

edges over, and hooks one into the other like tin sarspan makers does their tin. They'd stand some strain that way, and you wouldn't weaken your plates. I ain't a biler maker or I should try that dodge, I think; but there, that's only one way out of many as could be found by experiment.

"Seems to me, sir, as if we English people hates anything new, and always wants to keep to what our fathers and grandfathers had before us.

They went along and made their footmarks, and we go along after 'em, putting our feet in just the same spots, thinking it must be right, come what will of it.

"Had to do with engines many years. Stoked locomotives and stationeries, agricultural and manufactories, and printing offices, and been down in the engine-rooms of steamers; and that last's about the hottest and worst of all. Killing work, you know, for anybody, 'specially in a hot country, where every breath of air that comes down to you is already roasted, as it were, and don't do you no good.

"Bustins? Well, no, only one, and that was quite enough; for though it didn't hurt my body, it did hurt my heart, and if you happen to be a father you'll understand what I mean.

"It was dinner-time at our works--a great place where the engine used to be going to pump water night and day, so that there was two of us; and one week I'd be on daywork, next week night work, and so on. Now it so happened that our water in that part was terribly hard--water that would cover the inside of a biler with thick fur in no time. But whether it was that or no, I can't say; all I know is, that one dinner-time I went out into the yard to wash my hands and have a cooler, when I heard a strange, wild, rus.h.i.+ng noise, and felt something hit me on the back of the head. Then turning round, I stood fixed to the spot, for the air was black with tiles, and bricks and laths and rafters, while the whole place seemed to be crumbling up together--just like as if you'd built up a tall card house, and then tapped it so that it fell, one card on top of another, till there was a little heap all lying close and snug; till out of a tall building there was nothing left but some smoking ruins.

"I knew it was not my fault; for I'd looked at the gauge just before, and the pressure of steam wasn't heavy. I knew there was plenty of water in the biler and the safety valve was all right; so that all I could do was to be thankful for the accident happening at dinner-time, and also for my own wonderful escape. And then, though I wasn't hurt, something seemed to come over me like a flash, and struck me to the ground in an instant.

"When I came to, I fell, horribly sick and deathly like, and looked about from face to face, wondering what was the matter; for I couldn't make out why I should be lying on my back, with people round me in the yard--one holding up my head, and another sprinkling my face with water.

"Then it all came back at once, and I shuddered as I turned my head and looked at the ruined works; for I knew what it was struck me down to the earth. I said before it was like a flash, and it was--it was one quick thought which came across my brain, for I knew that, being dinner-time, my little golden-haired gal would have brought my 'lowance tied up in a basin; and something told me that she had gone into the stoke-hole to find me when I had gone into the yard.

"'Let me get up,' I says, and I ran towards the ruins and began tearing away at the heap of brick rubbish, while the crowd now gathered together, hearing that there was some one underneath, began tearing away at the rubbish like fury.

"By-and-by the police came, and some gentlemen, and something like order was got at, and the people worked well to get down to where the stoke-hole had been. I had said that there was someone there, but I couldn't shape my month to say who it was; and some said it was one man, and some another; but whoever they named seemed to come directly, back from his dinner, or because he had heard the explosion. So, by-and-by, people began to look from one to another, and ask who it was.

"'Ask Wilum,' says some one, 'he was here at the time;' and some one asked me. But I had no occasion to speak, for just then, alarmed at the child's not going back as usual, the little gal's mother came shrieking out and crying--

"'Where's little Patty? where's little Patty?' and then, when no one spoke, she gave a sort of pitiful moan, and sank slowly down--first on her knees, and then sideways on to a heap of bricks; and I remember thinking it was best, for I could not find it in my heart to go to her help, but kept on tearing away at the hot bricks and rubbish.

"It was puzzling and worriting; for one could not seem to be sure of where anything had once stood, in the horrible confusion before us. One said the stoke-hole had been here, and another there; but even I who had worked there two years, could not be sure.

"Hour after hour went by, and still we worked on; while as every big rafter or beam was lifted and dragged away, I was obliged to turn my head, for I felt sick, and the place seemed to swim, for I expected to see Patty's little bright curls torn out and hanging to the jagged wood, and that underneath there would be something horrible and crushed.

"I know it wasn't manly; but what can I say, when there was a little bright, blue-eyed child in the case--one of those little things whose look will make your great rough hand fall to your side when raised in anger, while the tiny thing can lead you about and do what she likes with you? P'r'aps I ain't manly; but somehow, children always seems to get the upper hand of me.

"And so on we worked, hour after hour; men getting tired and dropping off, but always plenty more ready to take their places; while I--I never thought of it, and kept on tearing away till my hands bled, and the sweat ran down my face; but I turned away every time there was something large lifted, for I said to myself 'She must be under that!' And then again and again, in my mind, I seemed to see the torn and crushed face of my darling, and her long curls dabbled in blood.

"In the midst of the piled-up, blackened ruins--bricks, mortar, tiles, lead, and ragged and split beams, huge pieces of wood snapped and torn like matches--we toiled on hour after hour till the dark night came, when the gas pipes that had been laid bare and plugged were unstopped, and the gas lit, so that it flared and blazed and cast a strange wild light over the ruined place. There had been flames burst forth two or three times from parts of the ruins, but a few sprinklings from the fire engine in attendance had put them out; and as we worked on the rubbish grew cooler and cooler.

"Some said that the child could not have been there, but the sight of her mother tearing out was sufficient, when once she got away from the kind people who had her in their house--a house where but part of the windows had been broken by the explosion--and came running to where I was at work, s.n.a.t.c.hing at the bricks and wood, till I got two or three to take her back for I couldn't have left where I was to have saved my life. But I remember so well asking myself why it was that women will let down their back hair when they're in a state of excitement, and make 'emselves look so wild.

"By-and-by someone came to say how bad my wife was, and that she wanted to see me; but I felt that I couldn't go, and kept on in a fevered sort of way, work, work; and I've thought since that if she had been dying it would have been all the same. However, I heard soon after that she seemed a little better; and I found out afterwards that a doctor there had given the poor thing something that seemed to calm her and she went to sleep.

"It would have been a strong dose, though, that would have sent me off to sleep, as still on, hour after hour, I worked there, never tiring, but lifting beams that two or three men would have gone at, and tossing the rubbish away like so much straw.

"The owners were kind enough, and did all they could to encourage the men, sending out beer and other refreshments; but the heap of stuff to move was something frightful, and more than once I felt quite in despair, and ready to sit down and weakly cry. But I was at it again the next moment, and working with the best of them.

"'Hadn't you better leave now?' said one of my masters; 'I'll see that everything is done.'

"I gave him one look, and he laid his hand kindly on my shoulder, and said no more to me about going; and I heard him say, 'Poor fellow!' to some one by him, as he turned away.

"We came upon the biler quite half-a-dozen yards out of its place, ripped right across where the rivers went; while as for the engine, it was one curious bit of iron tangle--rode, and bars, and pieces of iron and bra.s.s, twisted and turned and bent about, like so much string; and the great flywheel was broken in half-a-dozen places.

"This showed us now where the great cellar-like place--the stoke-hole-- was; and we worked down now towards that; but still clearing the way, for how could I tell where the child might be? But it was weary, slow work; every now and then rigging up shears, and fastening ropes and pulley and sheaf, to haul up some great piece of iron or a beam; and willing as every one was, we made very little progress in the dark night.

"Once we had to stop and batter away a wall with a scaffold pole; for the police declared it to be unsafe, and the sergeant would not let us work near it till it was down; and all the while I was raging like a madman at the check. But it was of no use, and the man was right. He was doing his duty, and not like me, searching for the little crushed form of my darling in the cruel ruins. The people made me worse, for they would talk and say what they thought, so that I could hear. One would say she might still be alive, another would shake his head, and so on; when I kept stopping, in spite of all I tried not, listening to what they said, and it all seemed so much lost time.