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Ed. Charles F. Horne.<br /> Vol. +9. New York: F. Tyler Daniels Company, 1911. 277-394.</h5> + +<hr /> + +<h2>Contents</h2> + +<table summary="" style=""> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap01">CHAPTER I. CONTRADICTORY LETTERS</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap02">CHAPTER II. ON THE ROAD</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap03">CHAPTER III. THE DOCHART PIT</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap04">CHAPTER IV. THE FORD FAMILY</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap05">CHAPTER V. SOME STRANGE PHENOMENA</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap06">CHAPTER VI. SIMON FORD’S EXPERIMENT</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap07">CHAPTER VII. NEW ABERFOYLE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap08">CHAPTER VIII. EXPLORING</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap09">CHAPTER IX. THE FIRE-MAIDENS</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap10">CHAPTER X. COAL TOWN</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap11">CHAPTER XI. HANGING BY A THREAD</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap12">CHAPTER XII. NELL ADOPTED</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap13">CHAPTER XIII. ON THE REVOLVING LADDER</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap14">CHAPTER XIV. A SUNRISE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap15">CHAPTER XV. LOCH LOMOND AND LOCH KATRINE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap16">CHAPTER XVI. A FINAL THREAT</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap17">CHAPTER XVII. THE “MONK”</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap18">CHAPTER XVIII. NELL’S WEDDING</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap19">CHAPTER XIX. THE LEGEND OF OLD SILFAX</a></td> +</tr> + +</table> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2>THE UNDERGROUND CITY</h2> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap01"></a>CHAPTER I.<br /> +CONTRADICTORY LETTERS</h2> + +<p> +To Mr. F. R. Starr, Engineer, 30 Canongate, Edinburgh. +</p> + +<p> +If Mr. James Starr will come to-morrow to the Aberfoyle coal-mines, Dochart +pit, Yarrow shaft, a communication of an interesting nature will be made to +him. +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. James Starr will be awaited for, the whole day, at the Callander +station, by Harry Ford, son of the old overman Simon Ford.” +</p> + +<p> +“He is requested to keep this invitation secret.” +</p> + +<p> +Such was the letter which James Starr received by the first post, on the 3rd +December, 18—, the letter bearing the Aberfoyle postmark, county of +Stirling, Scotland. +</p> + +<p> +The engineer’s curiosity was excited to the highest pitch. It never +occurred to him to doubt whether this letter might not be a hoax. For many +years he had known Simon Ford, one of the former foremen of the Aberfoyle +mines, of which he, James Starr, had for twenty years, been the manager, or, as +he would be termed in English coal-mines, the viewer. James Starr was a +strongly-constituted man, on whom his fifty-five years weighed no more heavily +than if they had been forty. He belonged to an old Edinburgh family, and was +one of its most distinguished members. His labors did credit to the body of +engineers who are gradually devouring the carboniferous subsoil of the United +Kingdom, as much at Cardiff and Newcastle, as in the southern counties of +Scotland. However, it was more particularly in the depths of the mysterious +mines of Aberfoyle, which border on the Alloa mines and occupy part of the +county of Stirling, that the name of Starr had acquired the greatest renown. +There, the greater part of his existence had been passed. Besides this, James +Starr belonged to the Scottish Antiquarian Society, of which he had been made +president. He was also included amongst the most active members of the Royal +Institution; and the <i>Edinburgh Review</i> frequently published clever +articles signed by him. He was in fact one of those practical men to whom is +due the prosperity of England. He held a high rank in the old capital of +Scotland, which not only from a physical but also from a moral point of view, +well deserves the name of the Northern Athens. +</p> + +<p> +We know that the English have given to their vast extent of coal-mines a very +significant name. They very justly call them the “Black Indies,” +and these Indies have contributed perhaps even more than the Eastern Indies to +swell the surprising wealth of the United Kingdom. +</p> + +<p> +At this period, the limit of time assigned by professional men for the +exhaustion of coal-mines was far distant and there was no dread of scarcity. +There were still extensive mines to be worked in the two Americas. The +manufactories, appropriated to so many different uses, locomotives, steamers, +gas works, &c., were not likely to fail for want of the mineral fuel; but +the consumption had so increased during the last few years, that certain beds +had been exhausted even to their smallest veins. Now deserted, these mines +perforated the ground with their useless shafts and forsaken galleries. This +was exactly the case with the pits of Aberfoyle. +</p> + +<p> +Ten years before, the last butty had raised the last ton of coal from this +colliery. The underground working stock, traction engines, trucks which run on +rails along the galleries, subterranean tramways, frames to support the shaft, +pipes—in short, all that constituted the machinery of a mine had been +brought up from its depths. The exhausted mine was like the body of a huge +fantastically-shaped mastodon, from which all the organs of life have been +taken, and only the skeleton remains. +</p> + +<p> +Nothing was left but long wooden ladders, down the Yarrow shaft—the only +one which now gave access to the lower galleries of the Dochart pit. Above +ground, the sheds, formerly sheltering the outside works, still marked the spot +where the shaft of that pit had been sunk, it being now abandoned, as were the +other pits, of which the whole constituted the mines of Aberfoyle. +</p> + +<p> +It was a sad day, when for the last time the workmen quitted the mine, in which +they had lived for so many years. The engineer, James Starr, had collected the +hundreds of workmen which composed the active and courageous population of the +mine. Overmen, brakemen, putters, wastemen, barrowmen, masons, smiths, +carpenters, outside and inside laborers, women, children, and old men, all were +collected in the great yard of the Dochart pit, formerly heaped with coal from +the mine. +</p> + +<p> +Many of these families had existed for generations in the mine of old +Aberfoyle; they were now driven to seek the means of subsistence elsewhere, and +they waited sadly to bid farewell to the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr stood upright, at the door of the vast shed in which he had for so +many years superintended the powerful machines of the shaft. Simon Ford, the +foreman of the Dochart pit, then fifty-five years of age, and other managers +and overseers, surrounded him. James Starr took off his hat. The miners, cap in +hand, kept a profound silence. This farewell scene was of a touching character, +not wanting in grandeur. +</p> + +<p> +“My friends,” said the engineer, “the time has come for us to +separate. The Aberfoyle mines, which for so many years have united us in a +common work, are now exhausted. All our researches have not led to the +discovery of a new vein, and the last block of coal has just been extracted +from the Dochart pit.” And in confirmation of his words, James Starr +pointed to a lump of coal which had been kept at the bottom of a basket. +</p> + +<p> +“This piece of coal, my friends,” resumed James Starr, “is +like the last drop of blood which has flowed through the veins of the mine! We +shall keep it, as the first fragment of coal is kept, which was extracted a +hundred and fifty years ago from the bearings of Aberfoyle. Between these two +pieces, how many generations of workmen have succeeded each other in our pits! +Now, it is over! The last words which your engineer will address to you are a +farewell. You have lived in this mine, which your hands have emptied. The work +has been hard, but not without profit for you. Our great family must disperse, +and it is not probable that the future will ever again unite the scattered +members. But do not forget that we have lived together for a long time, and +that it will be the duty of the miners of Aberfoyle to help each other. Your +old masters will not forget you either. When men have worked together, they +must never be stranger to each other again. We shall keep our eye on you, and +wherever you go, our recommendations shall follow you. Farewell then, my +friends, and may Heaven be with you!” +</p> + +<p> +So saying, James Starr wrung the horny hand of the oldest miner, whose eyes +were dim with tears. Then the overmen of the different pits came forward to +shake hands with him, whilst the miners waved their caps, shouting, +“Farewell, James Starr, our master and our friend!” +</p> + +<p> +This farewell would leave a lasting remembrance in all these honest hearts. +Slowly and sadly the population quitted the yard. The black soil of the roads +leading to the Dochart pit resounded for the last time to the tread of +miners’ feet, and silence succeeded to the bustling life which had till +then filled the Aberfoyle mines. +</p> + +<p> +One man alone remained by James Starr. This was the overman, Simon Ford. Near +him stood a boy, about fifteen years of age, who for some years already had +been employed down below. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr and Simon Ford knew and esteemed each other well. “Good-by, +Simon,” said the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“Good-by, Mr. Starr,” replied the overman, “let me add, till +we meet again!” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, till we meet again. Ford!” answered James Starr. “You +know that I shall be always glad to see you, and talk over old times.” +</p> + +<p> +“I know that, Mr. Starr.” +</p> + +<p> +“My house in Edinburgh is always open to you.” +</p> + +<p> +“It’s a long way off, is Edinburgh!” answered the man shaking +his head. “Ay, a long way from the Dochart pit.” +</p> + +<p> +“A long way, Simon? Where do you mean to live?” +</p> + +<p> +“Even here, Mr. Starr! We’re not going to leave the mine, our good +old nurse, just because her milk is dried up! My wife, my boy, and myself, we +mean to remain faithful to her!” +</p> + +<p> +“Good-by then, Simon,” replied the engineer, whose voice, in spite +of himself, betrayed some emotion. +</p> + +<p> +“No, I tell you, it’s <i>till we meet again</i>, Mr. Starr, and not +Just ‘good-by,’” returned the foreman. “Mark my words, +Aberfoyle will see you again!” +</p> + +<p> +The engineer did not try to dispel the man’s illusion. He patted +Harry’s head, again wrung the father’s hand, and left the mine. +</p> + +<p> +All this had taken place ten years ago; but, notwithstanding the wish which the +overman had expressed to see him again, during that time Starr had heard +nothing of him. It was after ten years of separation that he got this letter +from Simon Ford, requesting him to take without delay the road to the old +Aberfoyle colliery. +</p> + +<p> +A communication of an interesting nature, what could it be? Dochart pit. Yarrow +shaft! What recollections of the past these names brought back to him! Yes, +that was a fine time, that of work, of struggle,—the best part of the +engineer’s life. Starr re-read his letter. He pondered over it in all its +bearings. He much regretted that just a line more had not been added by Ford. +He wished he had not been quite so laconic. +</p> + +<p> +Was it possible that the old foreman had discovered some new vein? No! Starr +remembered with what minute care the mines had been explored before the +definite cessation of the works. He had himself proceeded to the lowest +soundings without finding the least trace in the soil, burrowed in every +direction. They had even attempted to find coal under strata which are usually +below it, such as the Devonian red sandstone, but without result. James Starr +had therefore abandoned the mine with the absolute conviction that it did not +contain another bit of coal. +</p> + +<p> +“No,” he repeated, “no! How is it possible that anything +which could have escaped my researches, should be revealed to those of Simon +Ford. However, the old overman must well know that such a discovery would be +the one thing in the world to interest me, and this invitation, which I must +keep secret, to repair to the Dochart pit!” James Starr always came back +to that. +</p> + +<p> +On the other hand, the engineer knew Ford to be a clever miner, peculiarly +endowed with the instinct of his trade. He had not seen him since the time when +the Aberfoyle colliery was abandoned, and did not know either what he was doing +or where he was living, with his wife and his son. All that he now knew was, +that a rendezvous had been appointed him at the Yarrow shaft, and that Harry, +Simon Ford’s son, was to wait for him during the whole of the next day at +the Callander station. +</p> + +<p> +“I shall go, I shall go!” said Starr, his excitement increasing as +the time drew near. +</p> + +<p> +Our worthy engineer belonged to that class of men whose brain is always on the +boil, like a kettle on a hot fire. In some of these brain kettles the ideas +bubble over, in others they just simmer quietly. Now on this day, James +Starr’s ideas were boiling fast. +</p> + +<p> +But suddenly an unexpected incident occurred. This was the drop of cold water, +which in a moment was to condense all the vapors of the brain. About six in the +evening, by the third post, Starr’s servant brought him a second letter. +This letter was enclosed in a coarse envelope, and evidently directed by a hand +unaccustomed to the use of a pen. James Starr tore it open. It contained only a +scrap of paper, yellowed by time, and apparently torn out of an old copy book. +</p> + +<p> +On this paper was written a single sentence, thus worded: +</p> + +<p> +“It is useless for the engineer James Starr to trouble himself, Simon +Ford’s letter being now without object.” +</p> + +<p> +No signature. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap02"></a>CHAPTER II.<br /> +ON THE ROAD</h2> + +<p> +The course of James Starr’s ideas was abruptly stopped, when he got this +second letter contradicting the first. +</p> + +<p> +“What does this mean?” said he to himself. He took up the torn +envelope, and examined it. Like the other, it bore the Aberfoyle postmark. It +had therefore come from the same part of the county of Stirling. The old miner +had evidently not written it. But, no less evidently, the author of this second +letter knew the overman’s secret, since it expressly contradicted the +invitation to the engineer to go to the Yarrow shaft. +</p> + +<p> +Was it really true that the first communication was now without object? Did +someone wish to prevent James Starr from troubling himself either uselessly or +otherwise? Might there not be rather a malevolent intention to thwart +Ford’s plans? +</p> + +<p> +This was the conclusion at which James Starr arrived, after mature reflection. +The contradiction which existed between the two letters only wrought in him a +more keen desire to visit the Dochart pit. And besides, if after all it was a +hoax, it was well worth while to prove it. Starr also thought it wiser to give +more credence to the first letter than to the second; that is to say, to the +request of such a man as Simon Ford, rather than to the warning of his +anonymous contradictor. +</p> + +<p> +“Indeed,” said he, “the fact of anyone endeavoring to +influence my resolution, shows that Ford’s communication must be of great +importance. To-morrow, at the appointed time, I shall be at the +rendezvous.” +</p> + +<p> +In the evening, Starr made his preparations for departure. As it might happen +that his absence would be prolonged for some days, he wrote to Sir W. +Elphiston, President of the Royal Institution, that he should be unable to be +present at the next meeting of the Society. He also wrote to excuse himself +from two or three engagements which he had made for the week. Then, having +ordered his servant to pack a traveling bag, he went to bed, more excited than +the affair perhaps warranted. +</p> + +<p> +The next day, at five o’clock, James Starr jumped out of bed, dressed +himself warmly, for a cold rain was falling, and left his house in the +Canongate, to go to Granton Pier to catch the steamer, which in three hours +would take him up the Forth as far as Stirling. +</p> + +<p> +For the first time in his life, perhaps, in passing along the Canongate, he did +<i>not turn to look at Holyrood</i>, the palace of the former sovereigns of +Scotland. He did not notice the sentinels who stood before its gateways, +dressed in the uniform of their Highland regiment, tartan kilt, plaid and +sporran complete. His whole thought was to reach Callander where Harry Ford was +supposedly awaiting him. +</p> + +<p> +The better to understand this narrative, it will be as well to hear a few words +on the origin of coal. During the geological epoch, when the terrestrial +spheroid was still in course of formation, a thick atmosphere surrounded it, +saturated with watery vapors, and copiously impregnated with carbonic acid. The +vapors gradually condensed in diluvial rains, which fell as if they had leapt +from the necks of thousands of millions of seltzer water bottles. This liquid, +loaded with carbonic acid, rushed in torrents over a deep soft soil, subject to +sudden or slow alterations of form, and maintained in its semi-fluid state as +much by the heat of the sun as by the fires of the interior mass. The internal +heat had not as yet been collected in the center of the globe. The terrestrial +crust, thin and incompletely hardened, allowed it to spread through its pores. +This caused a peculiar form of vegetation, such as is probably produced on the +surface of the inferior planets, Venus or Mercury, which revolve nearer than +our earth around the radiant sun of our system. +</p> + +<p> +The soil of the continents was covered with immense forests. Carbonic acid, so +suitable for the development of the vegetable kingdom, abounded. The feet of +these trees were drowned in a sort of immense lagoon, kept continually full by +currents of fresh and salt waters. They eagerly assimilated to themselves the +carbon which they, little by little, extracted from the atmosphere, as yet +unfit for the function of life, and it may be said that they were destined to +store it, in the form of coal, in the very bowels of the earth. +</p> + +<p> +It was the earthquake period, caused by internal convulsions, which suddenly +modified the unsettled features of the terrestrial surface. Here, an +intumescence which was to become a mountain, there, an abyss which was to be +filled with an ocean or a sea. There, whole forests sunk through the +earth’s crust, below the unfixed strata, either until they found a +resting-place, such as the primitive bed of granitic rock, or, settling +together in a heap, they formed a solid mass. +</p> + +<p> +As the waters were contained in no bed, and were spread over every part of the +globe, they rushed where they liked, tearing from the scarcely-formed rocks +material with which to compose schists, sandstones, and limestones. This the +roving waves bore over the submerged and now peaty forests, and deposited above +them the elements of rocks which were to superpose the coal strata. In course +of time, periods of which include millions of years, these earths hardened in +layers, and enclosed under a thick carapace of pudding-stone, schist, compact +or friable sandstone, gravel and stones, the whole of the massive forests. +</p> + +<p> +And what went on in this gigantic crucible, where all this vegetable matter had +accumulated, sunk to various depths? A regular chemical operation, a sort of +distillation. All the carbon contained in these vegetables had agglomerated, +and little by little coal was forming under the double influence of enormous +pressure and the high temperature maintained by the internal fires, at this +time so close to it. +</p> + +<p> +Thus there was one kingdom substituted for another in this slow but +irresistible reaction. The vegetable was transformed into a mineral. Plants +which had lived the vegetative life in all the vigor of first creation became +petrified. Some of the substances enclosed in this vast herbal left their +impression on the other more rapidly mineralized products, which pressed them +as an hydraulic press of incalculable power would have done. +</p> + +<p> +Thus also shells, zoophytes, star-fish, polypi, spirifores, even fish and +lizards brought by the water, left on the yet soft coal their exact likeness, +“admirably taken off.” +</p> + +<p> +Pressure seems to have played a considerable part in the formation of +carboniferous strata. In fact, it is to its degree of power that are due the +different sorts of coal, of which industry makes use. Thus in the lowest layers +of the coal ground appears the anthracite, which, being almost destitute of +volatile matter, contains the greatest quantity of carbon. In the higher beds +are found, on the contrary, lignite and fossil wood, substances in which the +quantity of carbon is infinitely less. Between these two beds, according to the +degree of pressure to which they have been subjected, are found veins of +graphite and rich or poor coal. It may be asserted that it is for want of +sufficient pressure that beds of peaty bog have not been completely changed +into coal. So then, the origin of coal mines, in whatever part of the globe +they have been discovered, is this: the absorption through the terrestrial +crust of the great forests of the geological period; then, the mineralization +of the vegetables obtained in the course of time, under the influence of +pressure and heat, and under the action of carbonic acid. +</p> + +<p> +Now, at the time when the events related in this story took place, some of the +most important mines of the Scottish coal beds had been exhausted by too rapid +working. In the region which extends between Edinburgh and Glasgow, for a +distance of ten or twelve miles, lay the Aberfoyle colliery, of which the +engineer, James Starr, had so long directed the works. For ten years these +mines had been abandoned. No new seams had been discovered, although the +soundings had been carried to a depth of fifteen hundred or even of two +thousand feet, and when James Starr had retired, it was with the full +conviction that even the smallest vein had been completely exhausted. +</p> + +<p> +Under these circumstances, it was plain that the discovery of a new seam of +coal would be an important event. Could Simon Ford’s communication relate +to a fact of this nature? This question James Starr could not cease asking +himself. Was he called to make conquest of another corner of these rich +treasure fields? Fain would he hope it was so. +</p> + +<p> +The second letter had for an instant checked his speculations on this subject, +but now he thought of that letter no longer. Besides, the son of the old +overman was there, waiting at the appointed rendezvous. The anonymous letter +was therefore worth nothing. +</p> + +<p> +The moment the engineer set foot on the platform at the end of his journey, the +young man advanced towards him. +</p> + +<p> +“Are you Harry Ford?” asked the engineer quickly. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Mr. Starr.” +</p> + +<p> +“I should not have known you, my lad. Of course in ten years you have +become a man!” +</p> + +<p> +“I knew you directly, sir,” replied the young miner, cap in hand. +“You have not changed. You look just as you did when you bade us good-by +in the Dochart pit. I haven’t forgotten that day.” +</p> + +<p> +“Put on your cap, Harry,” said the engineer. “It’s +pouring, and politeness needn’t make you catch cold.” +</p> + +<p> +“Shall we take shelter anywhere, Mr. Starr?” asked young Ford. +</p> + +<p> +“No, Harry. The weather is settled. It will rain all day, and I am in a +hurry. Let us go on.” +</p> + +<p> +“I am at your orders,” replied Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Tell me, Harry, is your father well?” +</p> + +<p> +“Very well, Mr. Starr.” +</p> + +<p> +“And your mother?” +</p> + +<p> +“She is well, too.” +</p> + +<p> +“Was it your father who wrote telling me to come to the Yarrow +shaft?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, it was I.” +</p> + +<p> +“Then did Simon Ford send me a second letter to contradict the +first?” asked the engineer quickly. +</p> + +<p> +“No, Mr. Starr,” answered the young miner. +</p> + +<p> +“Very well,” said Starr, without speaking of the anonymous letter. +Then, continuing, “And can you tell me what you father wants with +me?” +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr, my father wishes to tell you himself.” +</p> + +<p> +“But you know what it is?” +</p> + +<p> +“I do, sir.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Harry, I will not ask you more. But let us get on, for I’m +anxious to see Simon Ford. By-the-bye, where does he live?” +</p> + +<p> +“In the mine.” +</p> + +<p> +“What! In the Dochart pit?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Mr. Starr,” replied Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Really! has your family never left the old mine since the cessation of +the works?” +</p> + +<p> +“Not a day, Mr. Starr. You know my father. It is there he was born, it is +there he means to die!” +</p> + +<p> +“I can understand that, Harry. I can understand that! His native mine! He +did not like to abandon it! And are you happy there?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Mr. Starr,” replied the young miner, “for we love one +another, and we have but few wants.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Harry,” said the engineer, “lead the way.” +</p> + +<p> +And walking rapidly through the streets of Callander, in a few minutes they had +left the town behind them. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap03"></a>CHAPTER III.<br /> +THE DOCHART PIT</h2> + +<p> +Harry Ford was a fine, strapping fellow of five and twenty. His grave looks, +his habitually passive expression, had from childhood been noticed among his +comrades in the mine. His regular features, his deep blue eyes, his curly hair, +rather chestnut than fair, the natural grace of his person, altogether made him +a fine specimen of a lowlander. Accustomed from his earliest days to the work +of the mine, he was strong and hardy, as well as brave and good. Guided by his +father, and impelled by his own inclinations, he had early begun his education, +and at an age when most lads are little more than apprentices, he had managed +to make himself of some importance, a leader, in fact, among his fellows, and +few are very ignorant in a country which does all it can to remove ignorance. +Though, during the first years of his youth, the pick was never out of +Harry’s hand, nevertheless the young miner was not long in acquiring +sufficient knowledge to raise him into the upper class of the miners, and he +would certainly have succeeded his father as overman of the Dochart pit, if the +colliery had not been abandoned. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr was still a good walker, yet he could not easily have kept up with +his guide, if the latter had not slackened his pace. The young man, carrying +the engineer’s bag, followed the left bank of the river for about a mile. +Leaving its winding course, they took a road under tall, dripping trees. Wide +fields lay on either side, around isolated farms. In one field a herd of +hornless cows were quietly grazing; in another sheep with silky wool, like +those in a child’s toy sheep fold. +</p> + +<p> +The Yarrow shaft was situated four miles from Callander. Whilst walking, James +Starr could not but be struck with the change in the country. He had not seen +it since the day when the last ton of Aberfoyle coal had been emptied into +railway trucks to be sent to Glasgow. Agricultural life had now taken the place +of the more stirring, active, industrial life. The contrast was all the greater +because, during winter, field work is at a standstill. But formerly, at +whatever season, the mining population, above and below ground, filled the +scene with animation. Great wagons of coal used to be passing night and day. +The rails, with their rotten sleepers, now disused, were then constantly ground +by the weight of wagons. Now stony roads took the place of the old mining +tramways. James Starr felt as if he was traversing a desert. +</p> + +<p> +The engineer gazed about him with a saddened eye. He stopped now and then to +take breath. He listened. The air was no longer filled with distant whistlings +and the panting of engines. None of those black vapors which the manufacturer +loves to see, hung in the horizon, mingling with the clouds. No tall +cylindrical or prismatic chimney vomited out smoke, after being fed from the +mine itself; no blast-pipe was puffing out its white vapor. The ground, +formerly black with coal dust, had a bright look, to which James Starr’s +eyes were not accustomed. +</p> + +<p> +When the engineer stood still, Harry Ford stopped also. The young miner waited +in silence. He felt what was passing in his companion’s mind, and he +shared his feelings; he, a child of the mine, whose whole life had been passed +in its depths. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Harry, it is all changed,” said Starr. “But at the rate +we worked, of course the treasures of coal would have been exhausted some day. +Do you regret that time?” +</p> + +<p> +“I do regret it, Mr. Starr,” answered Harry. “The work was +hard, but it was interesting, as are all struggles.” +</p> + +<p> +“No doubt, my lad. A continuous struggle against the dangers of +landslips, fires, inundations, explosions of firedamp, like claps of thunder. +One had to guard against all those perils! You say well! It was a struggle, and +consequently an exciting life.” +</p> + +<p> +“The miners of Alva have been more favored than the miners of Aberfoyle, +Mr. Starr!” +</p> + +<p> +“Ay, Harry, so they have,” replied the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“Indeed,” cried the young man, “it’s a pity that all +the globe was not made of coal; then there would have been enough to last +millions of years!” +</p> + +<p> +“No doubt there would, Harry; it must be acknowledged, however, that +nature has shown more forethought by forming our sphere principally of +sandstone, limestone, and granite, which fire cannot consume.” +</p> + +<p> +“Do you mean to say, Mr. Starr, that mankind would have ended by burning +their own globe?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes! The whole of it, my lad,” answered the engineer. “The +earth would have passed to the last bit into the furnaces of engines, machines, +steamers, gas factories; certainly, that would have been the end of our world +one fine day!” +</p> + +<p> +“There is no fear of that now, Mr. Starr. But yet, the mines will be +exhausted, no doubt, and more rapidly than the statistics make out!” +</p> + +<p> +“That will happen, Harry; and in my opinion England is very wrong in +exchanging her fuel for the gold of other nations! I know well,” added +the engineer, “that neither hydraulics nor electricity has yet shown all +they can do, and that some day these two forces will be more completely +utilized. But no matter! Coal is of a very practical use, and lends itself +easily to the various wants of industry. Unfortunately man cannot produce it at +will. Though our external forests grow incessantly under the influence of heat +and water, our subterranean forests will not be reproduced, and if they were, +the globe would never be in the state necessary to make them into coal.” +</p> + +<p> +James Starr and his guide, whilst talking, had continued their walk at a rapid +pace. An hour after leaving Callander they reached the Dochart pit. +</p> + +<p> +The most indifferent person would have been touched at the appearance this +deserted spot presented. It was like the skeleton of something that had +formerly lived. A few wretched trees bordered a plain where the ground was +hidden under the black dust of the mineral fuel, but no cinders nor even +fragments of coal were to be seen. All had been carried away and consumed long +ago. +</p> + +<p> +They walked into the shed which covered the opening of the Yarrow shaft, whence +ladders still gave access to the lower galleries of the pit. The engineer bent +over the opening. Formerly from this place could be heard the powerful whistle +of the air inhaled by the ventilators. It was now a silent abyss. It was like +being at the mouth of some extinct volcano. +</p> + +<p> +When the mine was being worked, ingenious machines were used in certain shafts +of the Aberfoyle colliery, which in this respect was very well off; frames +furnished with automatic lifts, working in wooden slides, oscillating ladders, +called “man-engines,” which, by a simple movement, permitted the +miners to descend without danger. +</p> + +<p> +But all these appliances had been carried away, after the cessation of the +works. In the Yarrow shaft there remained only a long succession of ladders, +separated at every fifty feet by narrow landings. Thirty of these ladders +placed thus end to end led the visitor down into the lower gallery, a depth of +fifteen hundred feet. This was the only way of communication which existed +between the bottom of the Dochart pit and the open air. As to air, that came in +by the Yarrow shaft, from whence galleries communicated with another shaft +whose orifice opened at a higher level; the warm air naturally escaped by this +species of inverted siphon. +</p> + +<p> +“I will follow you, my lad,” said the engineer, signing to the +young man to precede him. +</p> + +<p> +“As you please, Mr. Starr.” +</p> + +<p> +“Have you your lamp?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, and I only wish it was still the safety lamp, which we formerly had +to use!” +</p> + +<p> +“Sure enough,” returned James Starr, “there is no fear of +fire-damp explosions now!” +</p> + +<p> +Harry was provided with a simple oil lamp, the wick of which he lighted. In the +mine, now empty of coal, escapes of light carburetted hydrogen could not occur. +As no explosion need be feared, there was no necessity for interposing between +the flame and the surrounding air that metallic screen which prevents the gas +from catching fire. The Davy lamp was of no use here. But if the danger did not +exist, it was because the cause of it had disappeared, and with this cause, the +combustible in which formerly consisted the riches of the Dochart pit. +</p> + +<p> +Harry descended the first steps of the upper ladder. Starr followed. They soon +found themselves in a profound obscurity, which was only relieved by the +glimmer of the lamp. The young man held it above his head, the better to light +his companion. A dozen ladders were descended by the engineer and his guide, +with the measured step habitual to the miner. They were all still in good +condition. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr examined, as well as the insufficient light would permit, the sides +of the dark shaft, which were covered by a partly rotten lining of wood. +</p> + +<p> +Arrived at the fifteenth landing, that is to say, half way down, they halted +for a few minutes. +</p> + +<p> +“Decidedly, I have not your legs, my lad,” said the engineer, +panting. +</p> + +<p> +“You are very stout, Mr. Starr,” replied Harry, “and +it’s something too, you see, to live all one’s life in the +mine.” +</p> + +<p> +“Right, Harry. Formerly, when I was twenty, I could have gone down all at +a breath. Come, forward!” +</p> + +<p> +But just as the two were about to leave the platform, a voice, as yet far +distant, was heard in the depths of the shaft. It came up like a sonorous +billow, swelling as it advanced, and becoming more and more distinct. +</p> + +<p> +“Halloo! who comes here?” asked the engineer, stopping Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“I cannot say,” answered the young miner. +</p> + +<p> +“Is it not your father?” +</p> + +<p> +“My father, Mr. Starr? no.” +</p> + +<p> +“Some neighbor, then?” +</p> + +<p> +“We have no neighbors in the bottom of the pit,” replied Harry. +“We are alone, quite alone.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, we must let this intruder pass,” said James Starr. +“Those who are descending must yield the path to those who are +ascending.” +</p> + +<p> +They waited. The voice broke out again with a magnificent burst, as if it had +been carried through a vast speaking trumpet; and soon a few words of a Scotch +song came clearly to the ears of the young miner. +</p> + +<p> +“The Hundred Pipers!” cried Harry. “Well, I shall be much +surprised if that comes from the lungs of any man but Jack Ryan.” +</p> + +<p> +“And who is this Jack Ryan?” asked James Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“An old mining comrade,” replied Harry. Then leaning from the +platform, “Halloo! Jack!” he shouted. +</p> + +<p> +“Is that you, Harry?” was the reply. “Wait a bit, I’m +coming.” And the song broke forth again. +</p> + +<p> +In a few minutes, a tall fellow of five and twenty, with a merry face, smiling +eyes, a laughing mouth, and sandy hair, appeared at the bottom of the luminous +cone which was thrown from his lantern, and set foot on the landing of the +fifteenth ladder. His first act was to vigorously wring the hand which Harry +extended to him. +</p> + +<p> +“Delighted to meet you!” he exclaimed. “If I had only known +you were to be above ground to-day, I would have spared myself going down the +Yarrow shaft!” +</p> + +<p> +“This is Mr. James Starr,” said Harry, turning his lamp towards the +engineer, who was in the shadow. +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr!” cried Jack Ryan. “Ah, sir, I could not see. +Since I left the mine, my eyes have not been accustomed to see in the dark, as +they used to do.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, I remember a laddie who was always singing. That was ten years ago. +It was you, no doubt?” +</p> + +<p> +“Ay, Mr. Starr, but in changing my trade, I haven’t changed my +disposition. It’s far better to laugh and sing than to cry and +whine!” +</p> + +<p> +“You’re right there, Jack Ryan. And what do you do now, as you have +left the mine?” +</p> + +<p> +“I am working on the Melrose farm, forty miles from here. Ah, it’s +not like our Aberfoyle mines! The pick comes better to my hand than the spade +or hoe. And then, in the old pit, there were vaulted roofs, to merrily echo +one’s songs, while up above ground!—But you are going to see old +Simon, Mr. Starr?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Jack,” answered the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“Don’t let me keep you then.” +</p> + +<p> +“Tell me, Jack,” said Harry, “what was taking you to our +cottage to-day?” +</p> + +<p> +“I wanted to see you, man,” replied Jack, “and ask you to +come to the Irvine games. You know I am the piper of the place. There will be +dancing and singing.” +</p> + +<p> +“Thank you, Jack, but it’s impossible.” +</p> + +<p> +“Impossible?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes; Mr. Starr’s visit will last some time, and I must take him +back to Callander.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Harry, it won’t be for a week yet. By that time Mr. +Starr’s visit will be over, I should think, and there will be nothing to +keep you at the cottage.” +</p> + +<p> +“Indeed, Harry,” said James Starr, “you must profit by your +friend Jack’s invitation.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, I accept it, Jack,” said Harry. “In a week we will +meet at Irvine.” +</p> + +<p> +“In a week, that’s settled,” returned Ryan. “Good-by, +Harry! Your servant, Mr. Starr. I am very glad to have seen you again! I can +give news of you to all my friends. No one has forgotten you, sir.” +</p> + +<p> +“And I have forgotten no one,” said Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“Thanks for all, sir,” replied Jack. +</p> + +<p> +“Good-by, Jack,” said Harry, shaking his hand. And Jack Ryan, +singing as he went, soon disappeared in the heights of the shaft, dimly lighted +by his lamp. +</p> + +<p> +A quarter of an hour afterwards James Starr and Harry descended the last +ladder, and set foot on the lowest floor of the pit. +</p> + +<p> +From the bottom of the Yarrow shaft radiated numerous empty galleries. They ran +through the wall of schist and sandstone, some shored up with great, +roughly-hewn beams, others lined with a thick casing of wood. In every +direction embankments supplied the place of the excavated veins. Artificial +pillars were made of stone from neighboring quarries, and now they supported +the ground, that is to say, the double layer of tertiary and quaternary soil, +which formerly rested on the seam itself. Darkness now filled the galleries, +formerly lighted either by the miner’s lamp or by the electric light, the +use of which had been introduced in the mines. +</p> + +<p> +“Will you not rest a while, Mr. Starr?” asked the young man. +</p> + +<p> +“No, my lad,” replied the engineer, “for I am anxious to be +at your father’s cottage.” +</p> + +<p> +“Follow me then, Mr. Starr. I will guide you, and yet I daresay you could +find your way perfectly well through this dark labyrinth.” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, indeed! I have the whole plan of the old pit still in my +head.” +</p> + +<p> +Harry, followed by the engineer, and holding his lamp high the better to light +their way, walked along a high gallery, like the nave of a cathedral. Their +feet still struck against the wooden sleepers which used to support the rails. +</p> + +<p> +They had not gone more than fifty paces, when a huge stone fell at the feet of +James Starr. “Take care, Mr. Starr!” cried Harry, seizing the +engineer by the arm. +</p> + +<p> +“A stone, Harry! Ah! these old vaultings are no longer quite secure, of +course, and—” +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr,” said Harry Ford, “it seems to me that stone was +thrown, thrown as by the hand of man!” +</p> + +<p> +“Thrown!” exclaimed James Starr. “What do you mean, +lad?” +</p> + +<p> +“Nothing, nothing, Mr. Starr,” replied Harry evasively, his anxious +gaze endeavoring to pierce the darkness. “Let us go on. Take my arm, sir, +and don’t be afraid of making a false step.” +</p> + +<p> +“Here I am, Harry.” And they both advanced, whilst Harry looked on +every side, throwing the light of his lamp into all the corners of the gallery. +</p> + +<p> +“Shall we soon be there?” asked the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“In ten minutes at most.” +</p> + +<p> +“Good.” +</p> + +<p> +“But,” muttered Harry, “that was a most singular thing. It is +the first time such an accident has happened to me. +</p> + +<p> +“That stone falling just at the moment we were passing.” +</p> + +<p> +“Harry, it was a mere chance.” +</p> + +<p> +“Chance,” replied the young man, shaking his head. “Yes, +chance.” He stopped and listened. +</p> + +<p> +“What is the matter, Harry?” asked the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“I thought I heard someone walking behind us,” replied the young +miner, listening more attentively. Then he added, “No, I must have been +mistaken. Lean harder on my arm, Mr. Starr. Use me like a staff.” +</p> + +<p> +“A good solid staff, Harry,” answered James Starr. “I could +not wish for a better than a fine fellow like you.” +</p> + +<p> +They continued in silence along the dark nave. Harry was evidently preoccupied, +and frequently turned, trying to catch, either some distant noise, or remote +glimmer of light. +</p> + +<p> +But behind and before, all was silence and darkness. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap04"></a>CHAPTER IV.<br /> +THE FORD FAMILY</h2> + +<p> +Ten minutes afterwards, James Starr and Harry issued from the principal +gallery. They were now standing in a glade, if we may use this word to +designate a vast and dark excavation. The place, however, was not entirely +deprived of daylight. A few rays straggled in through the opening of a deserted +shaft. It was by means of this pipe that ventilation was established in the +Dochart pit. Owing to its lesser density, the warm air was drawn towards the +Yarrow shaft. Both air and light, therefore, penetrated in some measure into +the glade. +</p> + +<p> +Here Simon Ford had lived with his family ten years, in a subterranean +dwelling, hollowed out in the schistous mass, where formerly stood the powerful +engines which worked the mechanical traction of the Dochart pit. +</p> + +<p> +Such was the habitation, “his cottage,” as he called it, in which +resided the old overman. As he had some means saved during a long life of toil, +Ford could have afforded to live in the light of day, among trees, or in any +town of the kingdom he chose, but he and his wife and son preferred remaining +in the mine, where they were happy together, having the same opinions, ideas, +and tastes. Yes, they were quite fond of their cottage, buried fifteen hundred +feet below Scottish soil. Among other advantages, there was no fear that tax +gatherers, or rent collectors would ever come to trouble its inhabitants. +</p> + +<p> +At this period, Simon Ford, the former overman of the Dochart pit, bore the +weight of sixty-five years well. Tall, robust, well-built, he would have been +regarded as one of the most conspicuous men in the district which supplies so +many fine fellows to the Highland regiments. +</p> + +<p> +Simon Ford was descended from an old mining family, and his ancestors had +worked the very first carboniferous seams opened in Scotland. Without +discussing whether or not the Greeks and Romans made use of coal, whether the +Chinese worked coal mines before the Christian era, whether the French word for +coal (<i>houille</i>) is really derived from the farrier Houillos, who lived in +Belgium in the twelfth century, we may affirm that the beds in Great Britain +were the first ever regularly worked. So early as the eleventh century, William +the Conqueror divided the produce of the Newcastle bed among his +companions-in-arms. At the end of the thirteenth century, a license for the +mining of “sea coal” was granted by Henry III. Lastly, towards the +end of the same century, mention is made of the Scotch and Welsh beds. +</p> + +<p> +It was about this time that Simon Ford’s ancestors penetrated into the +bowels of Caledonian earth, and lived there ever after, from father to son. +They were but plain miners. They labored like convicts at the work of +extracting the precious combustible. It is even believed that the coal miners, +like the salt-makers of that period, were actual slaves. +</p> + +<p> +However that might have been, Simon Ford was proud of belonging to this ancient +family of Scotch miners. He had worked diligently in the same place where his +ancestors had wielded the pick, the crowbar, and the mattock. At thirty he was +overman of the Dochart pit, the most important in the Aberfoyle colliery. He +was devoted to his trade. During long years he zealously performed his duty. +His only grief had been to perceive the bed becoming impoverished, and to see +the hour approaching when the seam would be exhausted. +</p> + +<p> +It was then he devoted himself to the search for new veins in all the Aberfoyle +pits, which communicated underground one with another. He had had the good luck +to discover several during the last period of the working. His miner’s +instinct assisted him marvelously, and the engineer, James Starr, appreciated +him highly. It might be said that he divined the course of seams in the depths +of the coal mine as a hydroscope reveals springs in the bowels of the earth. He +was <i>par excellence</i> the type of a miner whose whole existence is +indissolubly connected with that of his mine. He had lived there from his +birth, and now that the works were abandoned he wished to live there still. His +son Harry foraged for the subterranean housekeeping; as for himself, during +those ten years he had not been ten times above ground. +</p> + +<p> +“Go up there! What is the good?” he would say, and refused to leave +his black domain. The place was remarkably healthy, subject to an equable +temperature; the old overman endured neither the heat of summer nor the cold of +winter. His family enjoyed good health; what more could he desire? +</p> + +<p> +But at heart he felt depressed. He missed the former animation, movement, and +life in the well-worked pit. He was, however, supported by one fixed idea. +“No, no! the mine is not exhausted!” he repeated. +</p> + +<p> +And that man would have given serious offense who could have ventured to +express before Simon Ford any doubt that old Aberfoyle would one day revive! He +had never given up the hope of discovering some new bed which would restore the +mine to its past splendor. Yes, he would willingly, had it been necessary, have +resumed the miner’s pick, and with his still stout arms vigorously +attacked the rock. He went through the dark galleries, sometimes alone, +sometimes with his son, examining, searching for signs of coal, only to return +each day, wearied, but not in despair, to the cottage. +</p> + +<p> +Madge, Simon’s faithful companion, his “gude-wife,” to use +the Scotch term, was a tall, strong, comely woman. Madge had no wish to leave +the Dochart pit any more than had her husband. She shared all his hopes and +regrets. She encouraged him, she urged him on, and talked to him in a way which +cheered the heart of the old overman. “Aberfoyle is only asleep,” +she would say. “You are right about that, Simon. This is but a rest, it +is not death!” +</p> + +<p> +Madge, as well as the others, was perfectly satisfied to live independent of +the outer world, and was the center of the happiness enjoyed by the little +family in their dark cottage. +</p> + +<p> +The engineer was eagerly expected. Simon Ford was standing at his door, and as +soon as Harry’s lamp announced the arrival of his former viewer he +advanced to meet him. +</p> + +<p> +“Welcome, Mr. Starr!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing under the +roof of schist. “Welcome to the old overman’s cottage! Though it is +buried fifteen hundred feet under the earth, our house is not the less +hospitable.” +</p> + +<p> +“And how are you, good Simon?” asked James Starr, grasping the hand +which his host held out to him. +</p> + +<p> +“Very well, Mr. Starr. How could I be otherwise here, sheltered from the +inclemencies of the weather? Your ladies who go to Newhaven or Portobello in +the summer time would do much better to pass a few months in the coal mine of +Aberfoyle! They would run no risk here of catching a heavy cold, as they do in +the damp streets of the old capital.” +</p> + +<p> +“I’m not the man to contradict you, Simon,” answered James +Starr, glad to find the old man just as he used to be. “Indeed, I wonder +why I do not change my home in the Canongate for a cottage near you.” +</p> + +<p> +“And why not, Mr. Starr? I know one of your old miners who would be truly +pleased to have only a partition wall between you and him.” +</p> + +<p> +“And how is Madge?” asked the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“The goodwife is in better health than I am, if that’s +possible,” replied Ford, “and it will be a pleasure to her to see +you at her table. I think she will surpass herself to do you honor.” +</p> + +<p> +“We shall see that, Simon, we shall see that!” said the engineer, +to whom the announcement of a good breakfast could not be indifferent, after +his long walk. +</p> + +<p> +“Are you hungry, Mr. Starr?” +</p> + +<p> +“Ravenously hungry. My journey has given me an appetite. I came through +horrible weather.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, it is raining up there,” responded Simon Ford. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Simon, and the waters of the Forth are as rough as the sea.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Mr. Starr, here it never rains. But I needn’t describe to +you all the advantages, which you know as well as myself. Here we are at the +cottage. That is the chief thing, and I again say you are welcome, sir.” +</p> + +<p> +Simon Ford, followed by Harry, ushered their guest into the dwelling. James +Starr found himself in a large room lighted by numerous lamps, one hanging from +the colored beams of the roof. +</p> + +<p> +“The soup is ready, wife,” said Ford, “and it mustn’t +be kept waiting any more than Mr. Starr. He is as hungry as a miner, and he +shall see that our boy doesn’t let us want for anything in the cottage! +By-the-bye, Harry,” added the old overman, turning to his son, +“Jack Ryan came here to see you.” +</p> + +<p> +“I know, father. We met him in the Yarrow shaft.” +</p> + +<p> +“He’s an honest and a merry fellow,” said Ford; “but he +seems to be quite happy above ground. He hasn’t the true miner’s +blood in his veins. Sit down, Mr. Starr, and have a good dinner, for we may not +sup till late.” +</p> + +<p> +As the engineer and his hosts were taking their places: +</p> + +<p> +“One moment, Simon,” said James Starr. “Do you want me to eat +with a good appetite?” +</p> + +<p> +“It will be doing us all possible honor, Mr. Starr,” answered Ford. +</p> + +<p> +“Well, in order to eat heartily, I must not be at all anxious. Now I have +two questions to put to you.” +</p> + +<p> +“Go on, sir.” +</p> + +<p> +“Your letter told me of a communication which was to be of an interesting +nature.” +</p> + +<p> +“It is very interesting indeed.” +</p> + +<p> +“To you?” +</p> + +<p> +“To you and to me, Mr. Starr. But I do not want to tell it you until +after dinner, and on the very spot itself. Without that you would not believe +me.” +</p> + +<p> +“Simon,” resumed the engineer, “look me straight in the face. +An interesting communication? Yes. Good! I will not ask more,” he added, +as if he had read the reply in the old overman’s eyes. +</p> + +<p> +“And the second question?” asked the latter. +</p> + +<p> +“Do you know, Simon, who the person is who can have written this?” +answered the engineer, handing him the anonymous letter. +</p> + +<p> +Ford took the letter and read it attentively. Then giving it to his son, +“Do you know the writing?” he asked. +</p> + +<p> +“No, father,” replied Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“And had this letter the Aberfoyle postmark?” inquired Simon Ford. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, like yours,” replied James Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“What do you think of that, Harry?” said his father, his brow +darkening. +</p> + +<p> +“I think, father,” returned Harry, “that someone has had some +interest in trying to prevent Mr. Starr from coming to the place where you +invited him.” +</p> + +<p> +“But who,” exclaimed the old miner, “who could have possibly +guessed enough of my secret?” And Simon fell into a reverie, from which +he was aroused by his wife. +</p> + +<p> +“Let us begin, Mr. Starr,” she said. “The soup is already +getting cold. Don’t think any more of that letter just now.” +</p> + +<p> +On the old woman’s invitation, each drew in his chair, James Starr +opposite to Madge—to do him honor—the father and son opposite to +each other. It was a good Scotch dinner. First they ate +“hotchpotch,” soup with the meat swimming in capital broth. As old +Simon said, his wife knew no rival in the art of preparing hotchpotch. It was +the same with the “cockyleeky,” a cock stewed with leeks, which +merited high praise. The whole was washed down with excellent ale, obtained +from the best brewery in Edinburgh. +</p> + +<p> +But the principal dish consisted of a “haggis,” the national +pudding, made of meat and barley meal. This remarkable dish, which inspired the +poet Burns with one of his best odes, shared the fate of all the good things in +this world—it passed away like a dream. +</p> + +<p> +Madge received the sincere compliments of her guest. The dinner ended with +cheese and oatcake, accompanied by a few small glasses of +“usquebaugh,” capital whisky, five and twenty years old—just +Harry’s age. The repast lasted a good hour. James Starr and Simon Ford +had not only eaten much, but talked much too, chiefly of their past life in the +old Aberfoyle mine. +</p> + +<p> +Harry had been rather silent. Twice he had left the table, and even the house. +He evidently felt uneasy since the incident of the stone, and wished to examine +the environs of the cottage. The anonymous letter had not contributed to +reassure him. +</p> + +<p> +Whilst he was absent, the engineer observed to Ford and his wife, +“That’s a fine lad you have there, my friends.” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Mr. Starr, he is a good and affectionate son,” replied the +old overman earnestly. +</p> + +<p> +“Is he happy with you in the cottage?” +</p> + +<p> +“He would not wish to leave us.” +</p> + +<p> +“Don’t you think of finding him a wife, some day?” +</p> + +<p> +“A wife for Harry,” exclaimed Ford. “And who would it be? A +girl from up yonder, who would love merry-makings and dancing, who would prefer +her clan to our mine! Harry wouldn’t do it!” +</p> + +<p> +“Simon,” said Madge, “you would not forbid that Harry should +take a wife.” +</p> + +<p> +“I would forbid nothing,” returned the old miner, “but +there’s no hurry about that. Who knows but we may find one for +him—” +</p> + +<p> +Harry re-entered at that moment, and Simon Ford was silent. +</p> + +<p> +When Madge rose from the table, all followed her example, and seated themselves +at the door of the cottage. “Well, Simon,” said the engineer, +“I am ready to hear you.” +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr,” responded Ford, “I do not need your ears, but +your legs. Are you quite rested?” +</p> + +<p> +“Quite rested and quite refreshed, Simon. I am ready to go with you +wherever you like.” +</p> + +<p> +“Harry,” said Simon Ford, turning to his son, “light our +safety lamps.” +</p> + +<p> +“Are you going to take safety lamps!” exclaimed James Starr, in +amazement, knowing that there was no fear of explosions of fire-damp in a pit +quite empty of coal. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Mr. Starr, it will be prudent.” +</p> + +<p> +“My good Simon, won’t you propose next to put me in a miner’s +dress?” +</p> + +<p> +“Not just yet, sir, not just yet!” returned the old overman, his +deep-set eyes gleaming strangely. +</p> + +<p> +Harry soon reappeared, carrying three safety lamps. He handed one of these to +the engineer, the other to his father, and kept the third hanging from his left +hand, whilst his right was armed with a long stick. +</p> + +<p> +“Forward!” said Simon Ford, taking up a strong pick, which was +leaning against the wall of the cottage. +</p> + +<p> +“Forward!” echoed the engineer. “Good-by, Madge.” +</p> + +<p> +“<i>God</i> speed you!” responded the good woman. +</p> + +<p> +“A good supper, wife, do you hear?” exclaimed Ford. “We shall +be hungry when we come back, and will do it justice!” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap05"></a>CHAPTER V.<br /> +SOME STRANGE PHENOMENA</h2> + +<p> +Many superstitious beliefs exist both in the Highlands and Lowlands of +Scotland. Of course the mining population must furnish its contingent of +legends and fables to this mythological repertory. If the fields are peopled +with imaginary beings, either good or bad, with much more reason must the dark +mines be haunted to their lowest depths. Who shakes the seam during tempestuous +nights? who puts the miners on the track of an as yet unworked vein? who lights +the fire-damp, and presides over the terrible explosions? who but some spirit +of the mine? This, at least, was the opinion commonly spread among the +superstitious Scotch. +</p> + +<p> +In the first rank of the believers in the supernatural in the Dochart pit +figured Jack Ryan, Harry’s friend. He was the great partisan of all these +superstitions. All these wild stories were turned by him into songs, which +earned him great applause in the winter evenings. +</p> + +<p> +But Jack Ryan was not alone in his belief. His comrades affirmed, no less +strongly, that the Aberfoyle pits were haunted, and that certain strange beings +were seen there frequently, just as in the Highlands. To hear them talk, it +would have been more extraordinary if nothing of the kind appeared. Could there +indeed be a better place than a dark and deep coal mine for the freaks of +fairies, elves, goblins, and other actors in the fantastical dramas? The +scenery was all ready, why should not the supernatural personages come there to +play their parts? +</p> + +<p> +So reasoned Jack Ryan and his comrades in the Aberfoyle mines. We have said +that the different pits communicated with each other by means of long +subterranean galleries. Thus there existed beneath the county of Stirling a +vast tract, full of burrows, tunnels, bored with caves, and perforated with +shafts, a subterranean labyrinth, which might be compared to an enormous +ant-hill. +</p> + +<p> +Miners, though belonging to different pits, often met, when going to or +returning from their work. Consequently there was a constant opportunity of +exchanging talk, and circulating the stories which had their origin in the +mine, from one pit to another. These accounts were transmitted with marvelous +rapidity, passing from mouth to mouth, and gaining in wonder as they went. +</p> + +<p> +Two men, however, better educated and with more practical minds than the rest, +had always resisted this temptation. They in no degree believed in the +intervention of spirits, elves, or goblins. These two were Simon Ford and his +son. And they proved it by continuing to inhabit the dismal crypt, after the +desertion of the Dochart pit. Perhaps good Madge, like every Highland woman, +had some leaning towards the supernatural. But she had to repeat all these +stories to herself, and so she did, most conscientiously, so as not to let the +old traditions be lost. +</p> + +<p> +Even had Simon and Harry Ford been as credulous as their companions, they would +not have abandoned the mine to the imps and fairies. For ten years, without +missing a single day, obstinate and immovable in their convictions, the father +and son took their picks, their sticks, and their lamps. They went about +searching, sounding the rock with a sharp blow, listening if it would return a +favor-able sound. So long as the soundings had not been pushed to the granite +of the primary formation, the Fords were agreed that the search, unsuccessful +to-day, might succeed to-morrow, and that it ought to be resumed. They spent +their whole life in endeavoring to bring Aberfoyle back to its former +prosperity. If the father died before the hour of success, the son was to go on +with the task alone. +</p> + +<p> +It was during these excursions that Harry was more particularly struck by +certain phenomena, which he vainly sought to explain. Several times, while +walking along some narrow cross-alley, he seemed to hear sounds similar to +those which would be produced by violent blows of a pickax against the wall. +</p> + +<p> +Harry hastened to seek the cause of this mysterious work. The tunnel was empty. +The light from the young miner’s lamp, thrown on the wall, revealed no +trace of any recent work with pick or crowbar. Harry would then ask himself if +it was not the effect of some acoustic illusion, or some strange and fantastic +echo. At other times, on suddenly throwing a bright light into a +suspicious-looking cleft in the rock, he thought he saw a shadow. He rushed +forward. Nothing, and there was no opening to permit a human being to evade his +pursuit! +</p> + +<p> +Twice in one month, Harry, whilst visiting the west end of the pit, distinctly +heard distant reports, as if some miner had exploded a charge of dynamite. The +second time, after many careful researches, he found that a pillar had just +been blown up. +</p> + +<p> +By the light of his lamp, Harry carefully examined the place attacked by the +explosion. It had not been made in a simple embankment of stones, but in a mass +of schist, which had penetrated to this depth in the coal stratum. Had the +object of the explosion been to discover a new vein? Or had someone wished +simply to destroy this portion of the mine? Thus he questioned, and when he +made known this occurrence to his father, neither could the old overman nor he +himself answer the question in a satisfactory way. +</p> + +<p> +“It is very queer,” Harry often repeated. “The presence of an +unknown being in the mine seems impossible, and yet there can be no doubt about +it. Does someone besides ourselves wish to find out if a seam yet exists? Or, +rather, has he attempted to destroy what remains of the Aberfoyle mines? But +for what reason? I will find that out, if it should cost me my life!” +</p> + +<p> +A fortnight before the day on which Harry Ford guided the engineer through the +labyrinth of the Dochart pit, he had been on the point of attaining the object +of his search. He was going over the southwest end of the mine, with a large +lantern in his hand. All at once, it seemed to him that a light was suddenly +extinguished, some hundred feet before him, at the end of a narrow passage cut +obliquely through the rock. He darted forward. +</p> + +<p> +His search was in vain. As Harry would not admit a supernatural explanation for +a physical occurrence, he concluded that certainly some strange being prowled +about in the pit. But whatever he could do, searching with the greatest care, +scrutinizing every crevice in the gallery, he found nothing for his trouble. +</p> + +<p> +If Jack Ryan and the other superstitious fellows in the mine had seen these +lights, they would, without fail, have called them supernatural, but Harry did +not dream of doing so, nor did his father. And when they talked over these +phenomena, evidently due to a physical cause, “My lad,” the old man +would say, “we must wait. It will all be explained some day.” +</p> + +<p> +However, it must be observed that, hitherto, neither Harry nor his father had +ever been exposed to any act of violence. If the stone which had fallen at the +feet of James Starr had been thrown by the hand of some ill-disposed person, it +was the first criminal act of that description. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr was of opinion that the stone had become detached from the roof of +the gallery; but Harry would not admit of such a simple explanation. According +to him, the stone had not fallen, it had been thrown; for otherwise, without +rebounding, it could never have described a trajectory as it did. +</p> + +<p> +Harry saw in it a direct attempt against himself and his father, or even +against the engineer. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap06"></a>CHAPTER VI.<br /> +SIMON FORD’S EXPERIMENT</h2> + +<p> +The old clock in the cottage struck one as James Starr and his two companions +went out. A dim light penetrated through the ventilating shaft into the glade. +Harry’s lamp was not necessary here, but it would very soon be of use, +for the old overman was about to conduct the engineer to the very end of the +Dochart pit. +</p> + +<p> +After following the principal gallery for a distance of two miles, the three +explorers—for, as will be seen, this was a regular +exploration—arrived at the entrance of a narrow tunnel. It was like a +nave, the roof of which rested on woodwork, covered with white moss. It +followed very nearly the line traced by the course of the river Forth, fifteen +hundred feet above. +</p> + +<p> +“So we are going to the end of the last vein?” said James Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“Ay! You know the mine well still.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Simon,” returned the engineer, “it will be difficult +to go further than that, if I don’t mistake.” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, indeed, Mr. Starr. That was where our picks tore out the last bit +of coal in the seam. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I myself gave that +last blow, and it re-echoed in my heart more dismally than on the rock. Only +sandstone and schist were round us after that, and when the truck rolled +towards the shaft, I followed, with my heart as full as though it were a +funeral. It seemed to me that the soul of the mine was going with it.” +</p> + +<p> +The gravity with which the old man uttered these words impressed the engineer, +who was not far from sharing his sentiments. They were those of the sailor who +leaves his disabled vessel—of the proprietor who sees the house of his +ancestors pulled down. He pressed Ford’s hand; but now the latter seized +that of the engineer, and, wringing it: +</p> + +<p> +“That day we were all of us mistaken,” he exclaimed. “No! The +old mine was not dead. It was not a corpse that the miners abandoned; and I +dare to assert, Mr. Starr, that its heart beats still.” +</p> + +<p> +“Speak, Ford! Have you discovered a new vein?” cried the engineer, +unable to contain himself. “I know you have! Your letter could mean +nothing else.” +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr,” said Simon Ford, “I did not wish to tell any man +but yourself.” +</p> + +<p> +“And you did quite right, Ford. But tell me how, by what signs, are you +sure?” +</p> + +<p> +“Listen, sir!” resumed Simon. “It is not a seam that I have +found.” +</p> + +<p> +“What is it, then?” +</p> + +<p> +“Only positive proof that such a seam exists.” +</p> + +<p> +“And the proof?” +</p> + +<p> +“Could fire-damp issue from the bowels of the earth if coal was not there +to produce it?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, certainly not!” replied the engineer. “No coal, no +fire-damp. No effects without a cause.” +</p> + +<p> +“Just as no smoke without fire.” +</p> + +<p> +“And have you recognized the presence of light carburetted +hydrogen?” +</p> + +<p> +“An old miner could not be deceived,” answered Ford. “I have +met with our old enemy, the fire-damp!” +</p> + +<p> +“But suppose it was another gas,” said Starr. “Firedamp is +almost without smell, and colorless. It only really betrays its presence by an +explosion.” +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr,” said Simon Ford, “will you let me tell you what +I have done? Harry had once or twice observed something remarkable in his +excursions to the west end of the mine. Fire, which suddenly went out, +sometimes appeared along the face of the rock or on the embankment of the +further galleries. How those flames were lighted, I could not and cannot say. +But they were evidently owing to the presence of fire-damp, and to me fire-damp +means a vein of coal.” +</p> + +<p> +“Did not these fires cause any explosion?” asked the engineer +quickly. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, little partial explosions,” replied Ford, “such as I +used to cause myself when I wished to ascertain the presence of fire-damp. Do +you remember how formerly it was the custom to try to prevent explosions before +our good genius, Humphry Davy, invented his safety-lamp?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes,” replied James Starr. “You mean what the +‘monk,’ as the men called him, used to do. But I have never seen +him in the exercise of his duty.” +</p> + +<p> +“Indeed, Mr. Starr, you are too young, in spite of your five-and-fifty +years, to have seen that. But I, ten years older, often saw the last +‘monk’ working in the mine. He was called so because he wore a long +robe like a monk. His proper name was the ‘fireman.’ At that time +there was no other means of destroying the bad gas but by dispersing it in +little explosions, before its buoyancy had collected it in too great quantities +in the heights of the galleries. The monk, as we called him, with his face +masked, his head muffled up, all his body tightly wrapped in a thick felt +cloak, crawled along the ground. He could breathe down there, when the air was +pure; and with his right hand he waved above his head a blazing torch. When the +firedamp had accumulated in the air, so as to form a detonating mixture, the +explosion occurred without being fatal, and, by often renewing this operation, +catastrophes were prevented. Sometimes the ‘monk’ was injured or +killed in his work, then another took his place. This was done in all mines +until the Davy lamp was universally adopted. But I knew the plan, and by its +means I discovered the presence of firedamp and consequently that of a new seam +of coal in the Dochart pit.” +</p> + +<p> +All that the old overman had related of the so-called “monk” or +“fireman” was perfectly true. The air in the galleries of mines was +formerly always purified in the way described. +</p> + +<p> +Fire-damp, marsh-gas, or carburetted hydrogen, is colorless, almost scentless; +it burns with a blue flame, and makes respiration impossible. The miner could +not live in a place filled with this injurious gas, any more than one could +live in a gasometer full of common gas. Moreover, fire-damp, as well as the +latter, a mixture of inflammable gases, forms a detonating mixture as soon as +the air unites with it in a proportion of eight, and perhaps even five to the +hundred. When this mixture is lighted by any cause, there is an explosion, +almost always followed by a frightful catastrophe. +</p> + +<p> +As they walked on, Simon Ford told the engineer all that he had done to attain +his object; how he was sure that the escape of fire-damp took place at the very +end of the farthest gallery in its western part, because he had provoked small +and partial explosions, or rather little flames, enough to show the nature of +the gas, which escaped in a small jet, but with a continuous flow. +</p> + +<p> +An hour after leaving the cottage, James Starr and his two companions had gone +a distance of four miles. The engineer, urged by anxiety and hope, walked on +without noticing the length of the way. He pondered over all that the old miner +had told him, and mentally weighed all the arguments which the latter had given +in support of his belief. He agreed with him in thinking that the continued +emission of carburetted hydrogen certainly showed the existence of a new +coal-seam. If it had been merely a sort of pocket, full of gas, as it is +sometimes found amongst the rock, it would soon have been empty, and the +phenomenon have ceased. But far from that. According to Simon Ford, the +fire-damp escaped incessantly, and from that fact the existence of an important +vein might be considered certain. Consequently, the riches of the Dochart pit +were not entirely exhausted. The chief question now was, whether this was +merely a vein which would yield comparatively little, or a bed occupying a +large extent. +</p> + +<p> +Harry, who preceded his father and the engineer, stopped. +</p> + +<p> +“Here we are!” exclaimed the old miner. “At last, thank +Heaven! you are here, Mr. Starr, and we shall soon know.” The old +overman’s voice trembled slightly. +</p> + +<p> +“Be calm, my man!” said the engineer. “I am as excited as you +are, but we must not lose time.” +</p> + +<p> +The gallery at this end of the pit widened into a sort of dark cave. No shaft +had been pierced in this part, and the gallery, bored into the bowels of the +earth, had no direct communication with the surface of the earth. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr, with intense interest, examined the place in which they were +standing. On the walls of the cavern the marks of the pick could still be seen, +and even holes in which the rock had been blasted, near the termination of the +working. The schist was excessively hard, and it had not been necessary to bank +up the end of the tunnel where the works had come to an end. There the vein had +failed, between the schist and the tertiary sandstone. From this very place had +been extracted the last piece of coal from the Dochart pit. +</p> + +<p> +“We must attack the dyke,” said Ford, raising his pick; “for +at the other side of the break, at more or less depth, we shall assuredly find +the vein, the existence of which I assert.” +</p> + +<p> +“And was it on the surface of these rocks that you found out the +fire-damp?” asked James Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“Just there, sir,” returned Ford, “and I was able to light it +only by bringing my lamp near to the cracks in the rock. Harry has done it as +well as I.” +</p> + +<p> +“At what height?” asked Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“Ten feet from the ground,” replied Harry. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr had seated himself on a rock. After critically inhaling the air of +the cavern, he gazed at the two miners, almost as if doubting their words, +decided as they were. In fact, carburetted hydrogen is not completely +scentless, and the engineer, whose sense of smell was very keen, was astonished +that it had not revealed the presence of the explosive gas. At any rate, if the +gas had mingled at all with the surrounding air, it could only be in a very +small stream. There was no danger of an explosion, and they might without fear +open the safety lamp to try the experiment, just as the old miner had done +before. +</p> + +<p> +What troubled James Starr was, not lest too much gas mingled with the air, but +lest there should be little or none. +</p> + +<p> +“Could they have been mistaken?” he murmured. “No: these men +know what they are about. And yet—” +</p> + +<p> +He waited, not without some anxiety, until Simon Ford’s phenomenon should +have taken place. But just then it seemed that Harry, like himself, had +remarked the absence of the characteristic odor of fire-damp; for he exclaimed +in an altered voice, “Father, I should say the gas was no longer escaping +through the cracks!” +</p> + +<p> +“No longer!” cried the old miner—and, pressing his lips tight +together, he snuffed the air several times. +</p> + +<p> +Then, all at once, with a sudden movement, “Hand me your lamp, +Harry,” he said. +</p> + +<p> +Ford took the lamp with a trembling hand. He drew off the wire gauze case which +surrounded the wick, and the flame burned in the open air. +</p> + +<p> +As they had expected, there was no explosion, but, what was more serious, there +was not even the slight crackling which indicates the presence of a small +quantity of firedamp. Simon took the stick which Harry was holding, fixed his +lamp to the end of it, and raised it high above his head, up to where the gas, +by reason of its buoyancy, would naturally accumulate. The flame of the lamp, +burning straight and clear, revealed no trace of the carburetted hydrogen. +</p> + +<p> +“Close to the wall,” said the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes,” responded Ford, carrying the lamp to that part of the wall +at which he and his son had, the evening before, proved the escape of gas. +</p> + +<p> +The old miner’s arm trembled whilst he tried to hoist the lamp up. +“Take my place, Harry,” said he. +</p> + +<p> +Harry took the stick, and successively presented the lamp to the different +fissures in the rock; but he shook his head, for of that slight crackling +peculiar to escaping fire-damp he heard nothing. There was no flame. Evidently +not a particle of gas was escaping through the rock. +</p> + +<p> +“Nothing!” cried Ford, clenching his fist with a gesture rather of +anger than disappointment. +</p> + +<p> +A cry escaped Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“What’s the matter?” asked Starr quickly. +</p> + +<p> +“Someone has stopped up the cracks in the schist!” +</p> + +<p> +“Is that true?” exclaimed the old miner. +</p> + +<p> +“Look, father!” Harry was not mistaken. The obstruction of the +fissures was clearly visible by the light of the lamp. It had been recently +done with lime, leaving on the rock a long whitish mark, badly concealed with +coal dust. +</p> + +<p> +“It’s he!” exclaimed Harry. “It can only be he!” +</p> + +<p> +“He?” repeated James Starr in amazement. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes!” returned the young man, “that mysterious being who +haunts our domain, for whom I have watched a hundred times without being able +to get at him—the author, we may now be certain, of that letter which was +intended to hinder you from coming to see my father, Mr. Starr, and who finally +threw that stone at us in the gallery of the Yarrow shaft! Ah! there’s no +doubt about it; there is a man’s hand in all that!” +</p> + +<p> +Harry spoke with such energy that conviction came instantly and fully to the +engineer’s mind. As to the old overman, he was already convinced. +Besides, there they were in the presence of an undeniable fact—the +stopping-up of cracks through which gas had escaped freely the night before. +</p> + +<p> +“Take your pick, Harry,” cried Ford; “mount on my shoulders, +my lad! I am still strong enough to bear you!” The young man understood +in an instant. His father propped himself up against the rock. Harry got upon +his shoulders, so that with his pick he could reach the line of the fissure. +Then with quick sharp blows he attacked it. Almost directly afterwards a slight +sound was heard, like champagne escaping from a bottle—a sound commonly +expressed by the word “puff.” +</p> + +<p> +Harry again seized his lamp, and held it to the opening. There was a slight +report; and a little red flame, rather blue at its outline, flickered over the +rock like a Will-o’-the-Wisp. +</p> + +<p> +Harry leaped to the ground, and the old overman, unable to contain his joy, +grasped the engineer’s hands, exclaiming, “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Mr. Starr. The fire-damp burns! the vein is there!” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap07"></a>CHAPTER VII.<br /> +NEW ABERFOYLE</h2> + +<p> +The old overman’s experiment had succeeded. Firedamp, it is well known, +is only generated in coal seams; therefore the existence of a vein of precious +combustible could no longer be doubted. As to its size and quality, that must +be determined later. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes,” thought James Starr, “behind that wall lies a +carboniferous bed, undiscovered by our soundings. It is vexatious that all the +apparatus of the mine, deserted for ten years, must be set up anew. Never mind. +We have found the vein which was thought to be exhausted, and this time it +shall be worked to the end!” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Mr. Starr,” asked Ford, “what do you think of our +discovery? Was I wrong to trouble you? Are you sorry to have paid this visit to +the Dochart pit?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, no, my old friend!” answered Starr. “We have not lost +our time; but we shall be losing it now, if we do not return immediately to the +cottage. To-morrow we will come back here. We will blast this wall with +dynamite. We will lay open the new vein, and after a series of soundings, if +the seam appears to be large, I will form a new Aberfoyle Company, to the great +satisfaction of the old shareholders. Before three months have passed, the +first corves full of coal will have been taken from the new vein.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well said, sir!” cried Simon Ford. “The old mine will grow +young again, like a widow who remarries! The bustle of the old days will soon +begin with the blows of the pick, and mattock, blasts of powder, rumbling of +wagons, neighing of horses, creaking of machines! I shall see it all again! I +hope, Mr. Starr, that you will not think me too old to resume my duties of +overman?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, Simon, no indeed! You wear better than I do, my old friend!” +</p> + +<p> +“And, sir, you shall be our viewer again. May the new working last for +many years, and pray Heaven I shall have the consolation of dying without +seeing the end of it!” +</p> + +<p> +The old miner was overflowing with joy. James Starr fully entered into it; but +he let Ford rave for them both. Harry alone remained thoughtful. To his memory +recurred the succession of singular, inexplicable circumstances attending the +discovery of the new bed. It made him uneasy about the future. +</p> + +<p> +An hour afterwards, James Starr and his two companions were back in the +cottage. The engineer supped with good appetite, listening with satisfaction to +all the plans unfolded by the old overman; and had it not been for his +excitement about the next day’s work, he would never have slept better +than in the perfect stillness of the cottage. +</p> + +<p> +The following day, after a substantial breakfast, James Starr, Simon Ford, +Harry, and even Madge herself, took the road already traversed the day before. +All looked like regular miners. They carried different tools, and some dynamite +with which to blast the rock. Harry, besides a large lantern, took a safety +lamp, which would burn for twelve hours. It was more than was necessary for the +journey there and back, including the time for the working—supposing a +working was possible. +</p> + +<p> +“To work! to work!” shouted Ford, when the party reached the +further end of the passage; and he grasped a heavy crowbar and brandished it. +</p> + +<p> +“Stop one instant,” said Starr. “Let us see if any change has +taken place, and if the fire-damp still escapes through the crevices.” +</p> + +<p> +“You are right, Mr. Starr,” said Harry. “Whoever stopped it +up yesterday may have done it again to-day!” +</p> + +<p> +Madge, seated on a rock, carefully observed the excavation, and the wall which +was to be blasted. +</p> + +<p> +It was found that everything was just as they left it. The crevices had +undergone no alteration; the carburetted hydrogen still filtered through, +though in a small stream, which was no doubt because it had had a free passage +since the day before. As the quantity was so small, it could not have formed an +explosive mixture with the air inside. James Starr and his companions could +therefore proceed in security. Besides, the air grew purer by rising to the +heights of the Dochart pit; and the fire-damp, spreading through the +atmosphere, would not be strong enough to make any explosion. +</p> + +<p> +“To work, then!” repeated Ford; and soon the rock flew in splinters +under his skillful blows. The break was chiefly composed of pudding-stone, +interspersed with sandstone and schist, such as is most often met with between +the coal veins. James Starr picked up some of the pieces, and examined them +carefully, hoping to discover some trace of coal. +</p> + +<p> +Starr having chosen the place where the holes were to be drilled, they were +rapidly bored by Harry. Some cartridges of dynamite were put into them. As soon +as the long, tarred safety match was laid, it was lighted on a level with the +ground. James Starr and his companions then went off to some distance. +</p> + +<p> +“Oh! Mr. Starr,” said Simon Ford, a prey to agitation, which he did +not attempt to conceal, “never, no, never has my old heart beaten so +quick before! I am longing to get at the vein!” +</p> + +<p> +“Patience, Simon!” responded the engineer. “You don’t +mean to say that you think you are going to find a passage all ready open +behind that dyke?” +</p> + +<p> +“Excuse me, sir,” answered the old overman; “but of course I +think so! If there was good luck in the way Harry and I discovered this place, +why shouldn’t the good luck go on?” +</p> + +<p> +As he spoke, came the explosion. A sound as of thunder rolled through the +labyrinth of subterranean galleries. Starr, Madge, Harry, and Simon Ford +hastened towards the spot. +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr! Mr. Starr!” shouted the overman. “Look! the door +is broken open!” +</p> + +<p> +Ford’s comparison was justified by the appearance of an excavation, the +depth of which could not be calculated. Harry was about to spring through the +opening; but the engineer, though excessively surprised to find this cavity, +held him back. “Allow time for the air in there to get pure,” said +he. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes! beware of the foul air!” said Simon. +</p> + +<p> +A quarter of an hour was passed in anxious waiting. The lantern was then +fastened to the end of a stick, and introduced into the cave, where it +continued to burn with unaltered brilliancy. “Now then, Harry, go,” +said Starr, “and we will follow you.” +</p> + +<p> +The opening made by the dynamite was sufficiently large to allow a man to pass +through. Harry, lamp in hand, entered unhesitatingly, and disappeared in the +darkness. His father, mother, and James Starr waited in silence. A +minute—which seemed to them much longer—passed. Harry did not +reappear, did not call. Gazing into the opening, James Starr could not even see +the light of his lamp, which ought to have illuminated the dark cavern. +</p> + +<p> +Had the ground suddenly given way under Harry’s feet? Had the young miner +fallen into some crevice? Could his voice no longer reach his companions? +</p> + +<p> +The old overman, dead to their remonstrances, was about to enter the opening, +when a light appeared, dim at first, but gradually growing brighter, and +Harry’s voice was heard shouting, “Come, Mr. Starr! come, father! +The road to New Aberfoyle is open!” +</p> + +<p> +If, by some superhuman power, engineers could have raised in a block, a +thousand feet thick, all that portion of the terrestrial crust which supports +the lakes, rivers, gulfs, and territories of the counties of Stirling, +Dumbarton, and Renfrew, they would have found, under that enormous lid, an +immense excavation, to which but one other in the world can be +compared—the celebrated Mammoth caves of Kentucky. This excavation was +composed of several hundred divisions of all sizes and shapes. It might be +called a hive with numberless ranges of cells, capriciously arranged, but a +hive on a vast scale, and which, instead of bees, might have lodged all the +ichthyosauri, megatheriums, and pterodactyles of the geological epoch. +</p> + +<p> +A labyrinth of galleries, some higher than the most lofty cathedrals, others +like cloisters, narrow and winding—these following a horizontal line, +those on an incline or running obliquely in all directions—connected the +caverns and allowed free communication between them. +</p> + +<p> +The pillars sustaining the vaulted roofs, whose curves allowed of every style, +the massive walls between the passages, the naves themselves in this layer of +secondary formation, were composed of sandstone and schistous rocks. But +tightly packed between these useless strata ran valuable veins of coal, as if +the black blood of this strange mine had circulated through their tangled +network. These fields extended forty miles north and south, and stretched even +under the Caledonian Canal. The importance of this bed could not be calculated +until after soundings, but it would certainly surpass those of Cardiff and +Newcastle. +</p> + +<p> +We may add that the working of this mine would be singularly facilitated by the +fantastic dispositions of the secondary earths; for by an unaccountable retreat +of the mineral matter at the geological epoch, when the mass was solidifying, +nature had already multiplied the galleries and tunnels of New Aberfoyle. +</p> + +<p> +Yes, nature alone! It might at first have been supposed that some works +abandoned for centuries had been discovered afresh. Nothing of the sort. No one +would have deserted such riches. Human termites had never gnawed away this part +of the Scottish subsoil; nature herself had done it all. But, we repeat, it +could be compared to nothing but the celebrated Mammoth caves, which, in an +extent of more than twenty miles, contain two hundred and twenty-six avenues, +eleven lakes, seven rivers, eight cataracts, thirty-two unfathomable wells, and +fifty-seven domes, some of which are more than four hundred and fifty feet in +height. Like these caves, New Aberfoyle was not the work of men, but the work +of the Creator. +</p> + +<p> +Such was this new domain, of matchless wealth, the discovery of which belonged +entirely to the old overman. Ten years’ sojourn in the deserted mine, an +uncommon pertinacity in research, perfect faith, sustained by a marvelous +mining instinct—all these qualities together led him to succeed where so +many others had failed. Why had the soundings made under the direction of James +Starr during the last years of the working stopped just at that limit, on the +very frontier of the new mine? That was all chance, which takes great part in +researches of this kind. +</p> + +<p> +However that might be, there was, under the Scottish subsoil, what might be +called a subterranean county, which, to be habitable, needed only the rays of +the sun, or, for want of that, the light of a special planet. +</p> + +<p> +Water had collected in various hollows, forming vast ponds, or rather lakes +larger than Loch Katrine, lying just above them. Of course the waters of these +lakes had no movement of currents or tides; no old castle was reflected there; +no birch or oak trees waved on their banks. And yet these deep lakes, whose +mirror-like surface was never ruffled by a breeze, would not be without charm +by the light of some electric star, and, connected by a string of canals, would +well complete the geography of this strange domain. +</p> + +<p> +Although unfit for any vegetable production, the place could be inhabited by a +whole population. And who knows but that in this steady temperature, in the +depths of the mines of Aberfoyle, as well as in those of Newcastle, Alloa, or +Cardiff—when their contents shall have been exhausted—who knows but +that the poorer classes of Great Britain will some day find a refuge? +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap08"></a>CHAPTER VIII.<br /> +EXPLORING</h2> + +<p> +At Harry’s call, James Starr, Madge, and Simon Ford entered through the +narrow orifice which put the Dochart pit in communication with the new mine. +They found themselves at the beginning of a tolerably wide gallery. One might +well believe that it had been pierced by the hand of man, that the pick and +mattock had emptied it in the working of a new vein. The explorers question +whether, by a strange chance, they had not been transported into some ancient +mine, of the existence of which even the oldest miners in the county had ever +known. +</p> + +<p> +No! It was merely that the geological layers had left this passage when the +secondary earths were in course of formation. Perhaps some torrent had formerly +dashed through it; but now it was as dry as if it had been cut some thousand +feet lower, through granite rocks. At the same time, the air circulated freely, +which showed that certain natural vents placed it in communication with the +exterior atmosphere. +</p> + +<p> +This observation, made by the engineer, was correct, and it was evident that +the ventilation of the new mine would be easily managed. As to the fire-damp +which had lately filtered through the schist, it seemed to have been contained +in a pocket now empty, and it was certain that the atmosphere of the gallery +was quite free from it. However, Harry prudently carried only the safety lamp, +which would insure light for twelve hours. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr and his companions now felt perfectly happy. All their wishes were +satisfied. There was nothing but coal around them. A sort of emotion kept them +silent; even Simon Ford restrained himself. His joy overflowed, not in long +phrases, but in short ejaculations. +</p> + +<p> +It was perhaps imprudent to venture so far into the crypt. Pooh! they never +thought of how they were to get back. +</p> + +<p> +The gallery was practicable, not very winding. They met with no noxious +exhalations, nor did any chasm bar the path. There was no reason for stopping +for a whole hour; James Starr, Madge, Harry, and Simon Ford walked on, though +there was nothing to show them what was the exact direction of this unknown +tunnel. +</p> + +<p> +And they would no doubt have gone farther still, if they had not suddenly come +to the end of the wide road which they had followed since their entrance into +the mine. +</p> + +<p> +The gallery ended in an enormous cavern, neither the height nor depth of which +could be calculated. At what altitude arched the roof of this +excavation—at what distance was its opposite wall—the darkness +totally concealed; but by the light of the lamp the explorers could discover +that its dome covered a vast extent of still water—pond or +lake—whose picturesque rocky banks were lost in obscurity. +</p> + +<p> +“Halt!” exclaimed Ford, stopping suddenly. “Another step, and +perhaps we shall fall into some fathomless pit.” +</p> + +<p> +“Let us rest awhile, then, my friends,” returned the engineer. +“Besides, we ought to be thinking of returning to the cottage.” +</p> + +<p> +“Our lamp will give light for another ten hours, sir,” said Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Well, let us make a halt,” replied Starr; “I confess my legs +have need of a rest. And you, Madge, don’t you feel tired after so long a +walk?” +</p> + +<p> +“Not over much, Mr. Starr,” replied the sturdy Scotchwoman; +“we have been accustomed to explore the old Aberfoyle mine for whole days +together.” +</p> + +<p> +“Tired? nonsense!” interrupted Simon Ford; “Madge could go +ten times as far, if necessary. But once more, Mr. Starr, wasn’t my +communication worth your trouble in coming to hear it? Just dare to say no, Mr. +Starr, dare to say no!” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, my old friend, I haven’t felt so happy for a long +while!” replied the engineer; “the small part of this marvelous +mine that we have explored seems to show that its extent is very considerable, +at least in length.” +</p> + +<p> +“In width and in depth, too, Mr. Starr!” returned Simon Ford. +</p> + +<p> +“That we shall know later.” +</p> + +<p> +“And I can answer for it! Trust to the instinct of an old miner! It has +never deceived me!” +</p> + +<p> +“I wish to believe you, Simon,” replied the engineer, smiling. +“As far as I can judge from this short exploration, we possess the +elements of a working which will last for centuries!” +</p> + +<p> +“Centuries!” exclaimed Simon Ford; “I believe you, sir! A +thousand years and more will pass before the last bit of coal is taken out of +our new mine!” +</p> + +<p> +“Heaven grant it!” returned Starr. “As to the quality of the +coal which crops out of these walls?” +</p> + +<p> +“Superb! Mr. Starr, superb!” answered Ford; “just look at it +yourself!” +</p> + +<p> +And so saying, with his pick he struck off a fragment of the black rock. +</p> + +<p> +“Look! look!” he repeated, holding it close to his lamp; “the +surface of this piece of coal is shining! We have here fat coal, rich in +bituminous matter; and see how it comes in pieces, almost without dust! Ah, Mr. +Starr! twenty years ago this seam would have entered into a strong competition +with Swansea and Cardiff! Well, stokers will quarrel for it still, and if it +costs little to extract it from the mine, it will not sell at a less price +outside.” +</p> + +<p> +“Indeed,” said Madge, who had taken the fragment of coal and was +examining it with the air of a connoisseur; “that’s good quality of +coal. Carry it home, Simon, carry it back to the cottage! I want this first +piece of coal to burn under our kettle.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well said, wife!” answered the old overman, “and you shall +see that I am not mistaken.” +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr,” asked Harry, “have you any idea of the probable +direction of this long passage which we have been following since our entrance +into the new mine?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, my lad,” replied the engineer; “with a compass I could +perhaps find out its general bearing; but without a compass I am here like a +sailor in open sea, in the midst of fogs, when there is no sun by which to +calculate his position.” +</p> + +<p> +“No doubt, Mr. Starr,” replied Ford; “but pray don’t +compare our position with that of the sailor, who has everywhere and always an +abyss under his feet! We are on firm ground here, and need never be afraid of +foundering.” +</p> + +<p> +“I won’t tease you, then, old Simon,” answered James Starr. +“Far be it from me even in jest to depreciate the New Aberfoyle mine by +an unjust comparison! I only meant to say one thing, and that is that we +don’t know where we are.” +</p> + +<p> +“We are in the subsoil of the county of Stirling, Mr. Starr,” +replied Simon Ford; “and that I assert as if—” +</p> + +<p> +“Listen!” said Harry, interrupting the old man. All listened, as +the young miner was doing. His ears, which were very sharp, had caught a dull +sound, like a distant murmur. His companions were not long in hearing it +themselves. It was above their heads, a sort of rolling sound, in which though +it was so feeble, the successive <i>crescendo</i> and <i>diminuendo</i> could +be distinctly heard. +</p> + +<p> +All four stood for some minutes, their ears on the stretch, without uttering a +word. All at once Simon Ford exclaimed, “Well, I declare! Are trucks +already running on the rails of New Aberfoyle?” +</p> + +<p> +“Father,” replied Harry, “it sounds to me just like the noise +made by waves rolling on the sea shore.” +</p> + +<p> +“We can’t be under the sea though!” cried the old overman. +</p> + +<p> +“No,” said the engineer, “but it is not impossible that we +should be under Loch Katrine.” +</p> + +<p> +“The roof cannot have much thickness just here, if the noise of the water +is perceptible.” +</p> + +<p> +“Very little indeed,” answered James Starr, “and that is the +reason this cavern is so huge.” +</p> + +<p> +“You must be right, Mr. Starr,” said Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Besides, the weather is so bad outside,” resumed Starr, +“that the waters of the loch must be as rough as those of the Firth of +Forth.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well! what does it matter after all?” returned Simon Ford; +“the seam won’t be any the worse because it is under a loch. It +would not be the first time that coal has been looked for under the very bed of +the ocean! When we have to work under the bottom of the Caledonian Canal, where +will be the harm?” +</p> + +<p> +“Well said, Simon,” cried the engineer, who could not restrain a +smile at the overman’s enthusiasm; “let us cut our trenches under +the waters of the sea! Let us bore the bed of the Atlantic like a strainer; let +us with our picks join our brethren of the United States through the subsoil of +the ocean! let us dig into the center of the globe if necessary, to tear out +the last scrap of coal.” +</p> + +<p> +“Are you joking, Mr. Starr?” asked Ford, with a pleased but +slightly suspicious look. +</p> + +<p> +“I joking, old man? no! but you are so enthusiastic that you carry me +away into the regions of impossibility! Come, let us return to the reality, +which is sufficiently beautiful; leave our picks here, where we may find them +another day, and let’s take the road back to the cottage.” +</p> + +<p> +Nothing more could be done for the time. Later, the engineer, accompanied by a +brigade of miners, supplied with lamps and all necessary tools, would resume +the exploration of New Aberfoyle. It was now time to return to the Dochart pit. +The road was easy, the gallery running nearly straight through the rock up to +the orifice opened by the dynamite, so there was no fear of their losing +themselves. +</p> + +<p> +But as James Starr was proceeding towards the gallery Simon Ford stopped him. +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr,” said he, “you see this immense cavern, this +subterranean lake, whose waters bathe this strand at our feet? Well! it is to +this place I mean to change my dwelling, here I will build a new cottage, and +if some brave fellows will follow my example, before a year is over there will +be one town more inside old England.” +</p> + +<p> +James Starr, smiling approval of Ford’s plans, pressed his hand, and all +three, preceding Madge, re-entered the gallery, on their way back to the +Dochart pit. For the first mile no incident occurred. Harry walked first, +holding his lamp above his head. He carefully followed the principal gallery, +without ever turning aside into the narrow tunnels which radiated to the right +and left. It seemed as if the returning was to be accomplished as easily as the +going, when an unexpected accident occurred which rendered the situation of the +explorers very serious. +</p> + +<p> +Just at a moment when Harry was raising his lamp there came a rush of air, as +if caused by the flapping of invisible wings. The lamp escaped from his hands, +fell on the rocky ground, and was broken to pieces. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr and his companions were suddenly plunged in absolute darkness. All +the oil of the lamp was spilt, and it was of no further use. “Well, +Harry,” cried his father, “do you want us all to break our necks on +the way back to the cottage?” +</p> + +<p> +Harry did not answer. He wondered if he ought to suspect the hand of a +mysterious being in this last accident? Could there possibly exist in these +depths an enemy whose unaccountable antagonism would one day create serious +difficulties? Had someone an interest in defending the new coal field against +any attempt at working it? In truth that seemed absurd, yet the facts spoke for +themselves, and they accumulated in such a way as to change simple presumptions +into certainties. +</p> + +<p> +In the meantime the explorers’ situation was bad enough. They had now, in +the midst of black darkness, to follow the passage leading to the Dochart pit +for nearly five miles. There they would still have an hour’s walk before +reaching the cottage. +</p> + +<p> +“Come along,” said Simon Ford. “We have no time to lose. We +must grope our way along, like blind men. There’s no fear of losing our +way. The tunnels which open off our road are only just like those in a +molehill, and by following the chief gallery we shall of course reach the +opening we got in at. After that, it is the old mine. We know that, and it +won’t be the first time that Harry and I have found ourselves there in +the dark. Besides, there we shall find the lamps that we left. Forward then! +Harry, go first. Mr. Starr, follow him. Madge, you go next, and I will bring up +the rear. Above everything, don’t let us get separated.” +</p> + +<p> +All complied with the old overman’s instructions. As he said, by groping +carefully, they could not mistake the way. It was only necessary to make the +hands take the place of the eyes, and to trust to their instinct, which had +with Simon Ford and his son become a second nature. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr and his companions walked on in the order agreed. They did not +speak, but it was not for want of thinking. It became evident that they had an +adversary. But what was he, and how were they to defend themselves against +these mysteriously-prepared attacks? These disquieting ideas crowded into their +brains. However, this was not the moment to get discouraged. +</p> + +<p> +Harry, his arms extended, advanced with a firm step, touching first one and +then the other side of the passage. +</p> + +<p> +If a cleft or side opening presented itself, he felt with his hand that it was +not the main way; either the cleft was too shallow, or the opening too narrow, +and he thus kept in the right road. +</p> + +<p> +In darkness through which the eye could not in the slightest degree pierce, +this difficult return lasted two hours. By reckoning the time since they +started, taking into consideration that the walking had not been rapid, Starr +calculated that he and his companions were near the opening. In fact, almost +immediately, Harry stopped. +</p> + +<p> +“Have we got to the end of the gallery?” asked Simon Ford. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes,” answered the young miner. +</p> + +<p> +“Well! have you not found the hole which connects New Aberfoyle with the +Dochart pit?” +</p> + +<p> +“No,” replied Harry, whose impatient hands met with nothing but a +solid wall. +</p> + +<p> +The old overman stepped forward, and himself felt the schistous rock. A cry +escaped him. +</p> + +<p> +Either the explorers had strayed from the right path on their return, or the +narrow orifice, broken in the rock by the dynamite, had been recently stopped +up. James Starr and his companions were prisoners in New Aberfoyle. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap09"></a>CHAPTER IX.<br /> +THE FIRE-MAIDENS</h2> + +<p> +A week after the events just related had taken place, James Starr’s +friends had become very anxious. The engineer had disappeared, and no reason +could be brought forward to explain his absence. They learnt, by questioning +his servant, that he had embarked at Granton Pier. But from that time there +were no traces of James Starr. Simon Ford’s letter had requested secrecy, +and he had said nothing of his departure for the Aberfoyle mines. +</p> + +<p> +Therefore in Edinburgh nothing was talked of but the unaccountable absence of +the engineer. Sir W. Elphiston, the President of the Royal Institution, +communicated to his colleagues a letter which James Starr had sent him, +excusing himself from being present at the next meeting of the society. Two or +three others produced similar letters. But though these documents proved that +Starr had left Edinburgh—which was known before—they threw no light +on what had become of him. Now, on the part of such a man, this prolonged +absence, so contrary to his usual habits, naturally first caused surprise, and +then anxiety. +</p> + +<p> +A notice was inserted in the principal newspapers of the United Kingdom +relative to the engineer James Starr, giving a description of him and the date +on which he left Edinburgh; nothing more could be done but to wait. The time +passed in great anxiety. The scientific world of England was inclined to +believe that one of its most distinguished members had positively disappeared. +At the same time, when so many people were thinking about James Starr, Harry +Ford was the subject of no less anxiety. Only, instead of occupying public +attention, the son of the old overman was the cause of trouble alone to the +generally cheerful mind of Jack Ryan. +</p> + +<p> +It may be remembered that, in their encounter in the Yarrow shaft, Jack Ryan +had invited Harry to come a week afterwards to the festivities at Irvine. Harry +had accepted and promised expressly to be there. Jack Ryan knew, having had it +proved by many circumstances, that his friend was a man of his word. With him, +a thing promised was a thing done. Now, at the Irvine merry-making, nothing was +wanting; neither song, nor dance, nor fun of any sort—nothing but Harry +Ford. +</p> + +<p> +The notice relative to James Starr, published in the papers, had not yet been +seen by Ryan. The honest fellow was therefore only worried by Harry’s +absence, telling himself that something serious could alone have prevented him +from keeping his promise. So, the day after the Irvine games, Jack Ryan +intended to take the railway from Glasgow and go to the Dochart pit; and this +he would have done had he not been detained by an accident which nearly cost +him his life. Something which occurred on the night of the 12th of December was +of a nature to support the opinions of all partisans of the supernatural, and +there were many at Melrose Farm. +</p> + +<p> +Irvine, a little seaport of Renfrew, containing nearly seven thousand +inhabitants, lies in a sharp bend made by the Scottish coast, near the mouth of +the Firth of Clyde. The most ancient and the most famed ruins on this part of +the coast were those of this castle of Robert Stuart, which bore the name of +Dundonald Castle. +</p> + +<p> +At this period Dundonald Castle, a refuge for all the stray goblins of the +country, was completely deserted. It stood on the top of a high rock, two miles +from the town, and was seldom visited. Sometimes a few strangers took it into +their heads to explore these old historical remains, but then they always went +alone. The inhabitants of Irvine would not have taken them there at any price. +Indeed, several legends were based on the story of certain +“fire-maidens,” who haunted the old castle. +</p> + +<p> +The most superstitious declared they had seen these fantastic creatures with +their own eyes. Jack Ryan was naturally one of them. It was a fact that from +time to time long flames appeared, sometimes on a broken piece of wall, +sometimes on the summit of the tower which was the highest point of Dundonald +Castle. +</p> + +<p> +Did these flames really assume a human shape, as was asserted? Did they merit +the name of fire-maidens, given them by the people of the coast? It was +evidently just an optical delusion, aided by a good deal of credulity, and +science could easily have explained the phenomenon. +</p> + +<p> +However that might be, these fire-maidens had the reputation of frequenting the +ruins of the old castle and there performing wild strathspeys, especially on +dark nights. Jack Ryan, bold fellow though he was, would never have dared to +accompany those dances with the music of his bagpipes. +</p> + +<p> +“Old Nick is enough for them!” said he. “He doesn’t +need me to complete his infernal orchestra.” +</p> + +<p> +We may well believe that these strange apparitions frequently furnished a text +for the evening stories. Jack Ryan was ending the evening with one of these. +His auditors, transported into the phantom world, were worked up into a state +of mind which would believe anything. +</p> + +<p> +All at once shouts were heard outside. Jack Ryan stopped short in the middle of +his story, and all rushed out of the barn. The night was pitchy dark. Squalls +of wind and rain swept along the beach. Two or three fishermen, their backs +against a rock, the better to resist the wind, were shouting at the top of +their voices. +</p> + +<p> +Jack Ryan and his companions ran up to them. The shouts were, however, not for +the inhabitants of the farm, but to warn men who, without being aware of it, +were going to destruction. A dark, confused mass appeared some way out at sea. +It was a vessel whose position could be seen by her lights, for she carried a +white one on her foremast, a green on the starboard side, and a red on the +outside. She was evidently running straight on the rocks. +</p> + +<p> +“A ship in distress?” said Ryan. +</p> + +<p> +“Ay,” answered one of the fishermen, “and now they want to +tack, but it’s too late!” +</p> + +<p> +“Do they want to run ashore?” said another. +</p> + +<p> +“It seems so,” responded one of the fishermen, “unless he has +been misled by some—” +</p> + +<p> +The man was interrupted by a yell from Jack. Could the crew have heard it? At +any rate, it was too late for them to beat back from the line of breakers which +gleamed white in the darkness. +</p> + +<p> +But it was not, as might be supposed, a last effort of Ryan’s to warn the +doomed ship. He now had his back to the sea. His companions turned also, and +gazed at a spot situated about half a mile inland. It was Dundonald Castle. A +long flame twisted and bent under the gale, on the summit of the old tower. +</p> + +<p> +“The Fire-Maiden!” cried the superstitious men in terror. +</p> + +<p> +Clearly, it needed a good strong imagination to find any human likeness in that +flame. Waving in the wind like a luminous flag, it seemed sometimes to fly +round the tower, as if it was just going out, and a moment after it was seen +again dancing on its blue point. +</p> + +<p> +“The Fire-Maiden! the Fire-Maiden!” cried the terrified fishermen +and peasants. +</p> + +<p> +All was then explained. The ship, having lost her reckoning in the fog, had +taken this flame on the top of Dundonald Castle for the Irvine light. She +thought herself at the entrance of the Firth, ten miles to the north, when she +was really running on a shore which offered no refuge. +</p> + +<p> +What could be done to save her, if there was still time? It was too late. A +frightful crash was heard above the tumult of the elements. The vessel had +struck. The white line of surf was broken for an instant; she heeled over on +her side and lay among the rocks. +</p> + +<p> +At the same time, by a strange coincidence, the long flame disappeared, as if +it had been swept away by a violent gust. Earth, sea, and sky were plunged in +complete darkness. +</p> + +<p> +“The Fire-Maiden!” shouted Ryan, for the last time, as the +apparition, which he and his companions believed supernatural, disappeared. But +then the courage of these superstitious Scotchmen, which had failed before a +fancied danger, returned in face of a real one, which they were ready to brave +in order to save their fellow-creatures. The tempest did not deter them. As +heroic as they had before been credulous, fastening ropes round their waists, +they rushed into the waves to the aid of those on the wreck. +</p> + +<p> +Happily, they succeeded in their endeavors, although some—and bold Jack +Ryan was among the number—were severely wounded on the rocks. But the +captain of the vessel and the eight sailors who composed his crew were hauled +up, safe and sound, on the beach. +</p> + +<p> +The ship was the Norwegian brig <i>Motala</i>, laden with timber, and bound for +Glasgow. Of the <i>Motala</i> herself nothing remained but a few spars, washed +up by the waves, and dashed among the rocks on the beach. +</p> + +<p> +Jack Ryan and three of his companions, wounded like himself, were carried into +a room of Melrose Farm, where every care was lavished on them. Ryan was the +most hurt, for when with the rope round his waist he had rushed into the sea, +the waves had almost immediately dashed him back against the rocks. He was +brought, indeed, very nearly lifeless on to the beach. +</p> + +<p> +The brave fellow was therefore confined to bed for several days, to his great +disgust. However, as soon as he was given permission to sing as much as he +liked, he bore his trouble patiently, and the farm echoed all day with his +jovial voice. But from this adventure he imbibed a more lively sentiment of +fear with regard to brownies and other goblins who amuse themselves by plaguing +mankind, and he made them responsible for the catastrophe of the Motala. It +would have been vain to try and convince him that the Fire-Maidens did not +exist, and that the flame, so suddenly appearing among the ruins, was but a +natural phenomenon. No reasoning could make him believe it. His companions +were, if possible, more obstinate than he in their credulity. According to +them, one of the Fire-Maidens had maliciously attracted the <i>Motala</i> to +the coast. As to wishing to punish her, as well try to bring the tempest to +justice! The magistrates might order what arrests they pleased, but a flame +cannot be imprisoned, an impalpable being can’t be handcuffed. It must be +acknowledged that the researches which were ultimately made gave ground, at +least in appearance, to this superstitious way of explaining the facts. +</p> + +<p> +The inquiry was made with great care. Officials came to Dundonald Castle, and +they proceeded to conduct a most vigorous search. The magistrate wished first +to ascertain if the ground bore any footprints, which could be attributed to +other than goblins’ feet. It was impossible to find the least trace, +whether old or new. Moreover, the earth, still damp from the rain of the day +before, would have preserved the least vestige. +</p> + +<p> +The result of all this was, that the magistrates only got for their trouble a +new legend added to so many others—a legend which would be perpetuated by +the remembrance of the catastrophe of the <i>Motala</i>, and indisputably +confirm the truth of the apparition of the Fire-Maidens. +</p> + +<p> +A hearty fellow like Jack Ryan, with so strong a constitution, could not be +long confined to his bed. A few sprains and bruises were not quite enough to +keep him on his back longer than he liked. He had not time to be ill. +</p> + +<p> +Jack, therefore, soon got well. As soon as he was on his legs again, before +resuming his work on the farm, he wished to go and visit his friend Harry, and +learn why he had not come to the Irvine merry-making. He could not understand +his absence, for Harry was not a man who would willingly promise and not +perform. It was unlikely, too, that the son of the old overman had not heard of +the wreck of the <i>Motala</i>, as it was in all the papers. He must know the +part Jack had taken in it, and what had happened to him, and it was unlike +Harry not to hasten to the farm and see how his old chum was going on. +</p> + +<p> +As Harry had not come, there must have been something to prevent him. Jack Ryan +would as soon deny the existence of the Fire-Maidens as believe in +Harry’s indifference. +</p> + +<p> +Two days after the catastrophe Jack left the farm merily, feeling nothing of +his wounds. Singing in the fullness of his heart, he awoke the echoes of the +cliff, as he walked to the station of the railway, which <i>via</i> Glasgow +would take him to Stirling and Callander. +</p> + +<p> +As he was waiting for his train, his attention was attracted by a bill posted +up on the walls, containing the following notice: +</p> + +<p> +“On the 4th of December, the engineer, James Starr, of Edinburgh, +embarked from Granton Pier, on board the <i>Prince of Wales</i>. He disembarked +the same day at Stirling. From that time nothing further has been heard of him. +</p> + +<p> +“Any information concerning him is requested to be sent to the President +of the Royal Institution, Edinburgh.” +</p> + +<p> +Jack Ryan, stopping before one of these advertisements, read it twice over, +with extreme surprise. +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr!” he exclaimed. “Why, on the 4th of December I met +him with Harry on the ladder of the Dochart pit! That was ten days ago! And he +has not been seen from that time! That explains why my chum didn’t come +to Irvine.” +</p> + +<p> +And without taking time to inform the President of the Royal Institution by +letter, what he knew relative to James Starr, Jack jumped into the train, +determining to go first of all to the Yarrow shaft. There he would descend to +the depths of the pit, if necessary, to find Harry, and with him was sure to be +the engineer James Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“They haven’t turned up again,” said he to himself. +“Why? Has anything prevented them? Could any work of importance keep them +still at the bottom of the mine? I must find out!” and Ryan, hastening +his steps, arrived in less than an hour at the Yarrow shaft. +</p> + +<p> +Externally nothing was changed. The same silence around. Not a living creature +was moving in that desert region. Jack entered the ruined shed which covered +the opening of the shaft. He gazed down into the dark abyss—nothing was +to be seen. He listened—nothing was to be heard. +</p> + +<p> +“And my lamp!” he exclaimed; “suppose it isn’t in its +place!” The lamp which Ryan used when he visited the pit was usually +deposited in a corner, near the landing of the topmost ladder. It had +disappeared. +</p> + +<p> +“Here is a nuisance!” said Jack, beginning to feel rather uneasy. +Then, without hesitating, superstitious though he was, “I will go,” +said he, “though it’s as dark down there as in the lowest depths of +the infernal regions!” +</p> + +<p> +And he began to descend the long flight of ladders, which led down the gloomy +shaft. Jack Ryan had not forgotten his old mining habits, and he was well +acquainted with the Dochart pit, or he would scarcely have dared to venture +thus. He went very carefully, however. His foot tried each round, as some of +them were worm-eaten. A false step would entail a deadly fall, through this +space of fifteen hundred feet. He counted each landing as he passed it, knowing +that he could not reach the bottom of the shaft until he had left the +thirtieth. Once there, he would have no trouble, so he thought, in finding the +cottage, built, as we have said, at the extremity of the principal passage. +</p> + +<p> +Jack Ryan went on thus until he got to the twenty-sixth landing, and +consequently had two hundred feet between him and the bottom. +</p> + +<p> +Here he put down his leg to feel for the first rung of the twenty-seventh +ladder. But his foot swinging in space found nothing to rest on. He knelt down +and felt about with his hand for the top of the ladder. It was in vain. +</p> + +<p> +“Old Nick himself must have been down this way!” said Jack, not +without a slight feeling of terror. +</p> + +<p> +He stood considering for some time, with folded arms, and longing to be able to +pierce the impenetrable darkness. Then it occurred to him that if he could not +get down, neither could the inhabitants of the mine get up. There was now no +communication between the depths of the pit and the upper regions. If the +removal of the lower ladders of the Yarrow shaft had been effected since his +last visit to the cottage, what had become of Simon Ford, his wife, his son, +and the engineer? +</p> + +<p> +The prolonged absence of James Starr proved that he had not left the pit since +the day Ryan met with him in the shaft. How had the cottage been provisioned +since then? The food of these unfortunate people, imprisoned fifteen hundred +feet below the surface of the ground, must have been exhausted by this time. +</p> + +<p> +All this passed through Jack’s mind, as he saw that by himself he could +do nothing to get to the cottage. He had no doubt but that communication had +been interrupted with a malevolent intention. At any rate, the authorities must +be informed, and that as soon as possible. Jack Ryan bent forward from the +landing. +</p> + +<p> +“Harry! Harry!” he shouted with his powerful voice. +</p> + +<p> +Harry’s name echoed and re-echoed among the rocks, and finally died away +in the depths of the shaft. +</p> + +<p> +Ryan rapidly ascended the upper ladders and returned to the light of day. +Without losing a moment he reached the Callander station, just caught the +express to Edinburgh, and by three o’clock was before the Lord Provost. +</p> + +<p> +There his declaration was received. His account was given so clearly that it +could not be doubted. Sir William Elphiston, President of the Royal +Institution, and not only colleague, but a personal friend of Starr’s, +was also informed, and asked to direct the search which was to be made without +delay in the mine. Several men were placed at his disposal, supplied with +lamps, picks, long rope ladders, not forgetting provisions and cordials. Then +guided by Jack Ryan, the party set out for the Aberfoyle mines. +</p> + +<p> +The same evening the expedition arrived at the opening of the Yarrow shaft, and +descended to the twenty-seventh landing, at which Jack Ryan had been stopped a +few hours previously. The lamps, fastened to long ropes, were lowered down the +shaft, and it was thus ascertained that the four last ladders were wanting. +</p> + +<p> +As soon as the lamps had been brought up, the men fixed to the landing a rope +ladder, which unrolled itself down the shaft, and all descended one after the +other. Jack Ryan’s descent was the most difficult, for he went first down +the swinging ladders, and fastened them for the others. +</p> + +<p> +The space at the bottom of the shaft was completely deserted; but Sir William +was much surprised at hearing Jack Ryan exclaim, “Here are bits of the +ladders, and some of them half burnt!” +</p> + +<p> +“Burnt?” repeated Sir William. “Indeed, here sure enough are +cinders which have evidently been cold a long time!” +</p> + +<p> +“Do you think, sir,” asked Ryan, “that Mr. Starr could have +had any reason for burning the ladders, and thus breaking of communication with +the world?” +</p> + +<p> +“Certainly not,” answered Sir William Elphiston, who had become +very thoughtful. “Come, my lad, lead us to the cottage. There we shall +ascertain the truth.” +</p> + +<p> +Jack Ryan shook his head, as if not at all convinced. Then, taking a lamp from +the hands of one of the men, he proceeded with a rapid step along the principal +passage of the Dochart pit. The others all followed him. +</p> + +<p> +In a quarter of an hour the party arrived at the excavation in which stood +Simon Ford’s cottage. There was no light in the window. Ryan darted to +the door, and threw it open. The house was empty. +</p> + +<p> +They examined all the rooms in the somber habitation. No trace of violence was +to be found. All was in order, as if old Madge had been still there. There was +even an ample supply of provisions, enough to last the Ford family for several +days. +</p> + +<p> +The absence of the tenants of the cottage was quite unaccountable. But was it +not possible to find out the exact time they had quitted it? Yes, for in this +region, where there was no difference of day or night, Madge was accustomed to +mark with a cross each day in her almanac. +</p> + +<p> +The almanac was pinned up on the wall, and there the last cross had been made +at the 6th of December; that is to say, a day after the arrival of James Starr, +to which Ryan could positively swear. It was clear that on the 6th of December, +ten days ago, Simon Ford, his wife, son, and guest, had quitted the cottage. +Could a fresh exploration of the mine, undertaken by the engineer, account for +such a long absence? Certainly not. +</p> + +<p> +It was intensely dark all round. The lamps held by the men gave light only just +where they were standing. Suddenly Jack Ryan uttered a cry. “Look there, +there!” +</p> + +<p> +His finger was pointing to a tolerably bright light, which was moving about in +the distance. “After that light, my men!” exclaimed Sir William. +</p> + +<p> +“It’s a goblin light!” said Ryan. “So what’s the +use? We shall never catch it.” +</p> + +<p> +The president and his men, little given to superstition, darted off in the +direction of the moving light. Jack Ryan, bravely following their example, +quickly overtook the head-most of the party. +</p> + +<p> +It was a long and fatiguing chase. The lantern seemed to be carried by a being +of small size, but singular agility. +</p> + +<p> +Every now and then it disappeared behind some pillar, then was seen again at +the end of a cross gallery. A sharp turn would place it out of sight, and it +seemed to have completely disappeared, when all at once there would be the +light as bright as ever. However, they gained very little on it, and +Ryan’s belief that they could never catch it seemed far from groundless. +</p> + +<p> +After an hour of this vain pursuit Sir William Elphiston and his companions had +gone a long way in the southwest direction of the pit, and began to think they +really had to do with an impalpable being. Just then it seemed as if the +distance between the goblin and those who were pursuing it was becoming less. +Could it be fatigued, or did this invisible being wish to entice Sir William +and his companions to the place where the inhabitants of the cottage had +perhaps themselves been enticed. It was hard to say. +</p> + +<p> +The men, seeing that the distance lessened, redoubled their efforts. The light +which had before burnt at a distance of more than two hundred feet before them +was now seen at less than fifty. The space continued to diminish. The bearer of +the lamp became partially visible. Sometimes, when it turned its head, the +indistinct profile of a human face could be made out, and unless a sprite could +assume bodily shape, Jack Ryan was obliged to confess that here was no +supernatural being. Then, springing forward,— +</p> + +<p> +“Courage, comrades!” he exclaimed; “it is getting tired! We +shall soon catch it up now, and if it can talk as well as it can run we shall +hear a fine story.” +</p> + +<p> +But the pursuit had suddenly become more difficult. They were in unknown +regions of the mine; narrow passages crossed each other like the windings of a +labyrinth. The bearer of the lamp might escape them as easily as possible, by +just extinguishing the light and retreating into some dark refuge. +</p> + +<p> +“And indeed,” thought Sir William, “if it wishes to avoid us, +why does it not do so?” +</p> + +<p> +Hitherto there had evidently been no intention to avoid them, but just as the +thought crossed Sir William’s mind the light suddenly disappeared, and +the party, continuing the pursuit, found themselves before an extremely narrow +natural opening in the schistous rocks. +</p> + +<p> +To trim their lamps, spring forward, and dart through the opening, was for Sir +William and his party but the work of an instant. But before they had gone a +hundred paces along this new gallery, much wider and loftier than the former, +they all stopped short. There, near the wall, lay four bodies, stretched on the +ground—four corpses, perhaps! +</p> + +<p> +“James Starr!” exclaimed Sir William Elphiston. +</p> + +<p> +“Harry! Harry!” cried Ryan, throwing himself down beside his +friend. +</p> + +<p> +It was indeed the engineer, Madge, Simon, and Harry Ford who were lying there +motionless. But one of the bodies moved slightly, and Madge’s voice was +heard faintly murmuring, “See to the others! help them first!” +</p> + +<p> +Sir William, Jack, and their companions endeavored to reanimate the engineer +and his friends by getting them to swallow a few drops of brandy. They very +soon succeeded. The unfortunate people, shut up in that dark cavern for ten +days, were dying of starvation. They must have perished had they not on three +occasions found a loaf of bread and a jug of water set near them. No doubt the +charitable being to whom they owed their lives was unable to do more for them. +</p> + +<p> +Sir William wondered whether this might not have been the work of the strange +sprite who had allured them to the very spot where James Starr and his +companions lay. +</p> + +<p> +However that might be, the engineer, Madge, Simon, and Harry Ford were saved. +They were assisted to the cottage, passing through the narrow opening which the +bearer of the strange light had apparently wished to point out to Sir William. +This was a natural opening. The passage which James Starr and his companions +had made for themselves with dynamite had been completely blocked up with rocks +laid one upon another. +</p> + +<p> +So, then, whilst they had been exploring the vast cavern, the way back had been +purposely closed against them by a hostile hand. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap10"></a>CHAPTER X.<br /> +COAL TOWN</h2> + +<p> +Three years after the events which have just been related, the guide-books +recommended as a “great attraction,” to the numerous tourists who +roam over the county of Stirling, a visit of a few hours to the mines of New +Aberfoyle. +</p> + +<p> +No mine in any country, either in the Old or New World, could present a more +curious aspect. +</p> + +<p> +To begin with, the visitor was transported without danger or fatigue to a level +with the workings, at fifteen hundred feet below the surface of the ground. +Seven miles to the southwest of Callander opened a slanting tunnel, adorned +with a castellated entrance, turrets and battlements. This lofty tunnel gently +sloped straight to the stupendous crypt, hollowed out so strangely in the +bowels of the earth. +</p> + +<p> +A double line of railway, the wagons being moved by hydraulic power, plied from +hour to hour to and from the village thus buried in the subsoil of the county, +and which bore the rather ambitious title of Coal Town. +</p> + +<p> +Arrived in Coal Town, the visitor found himself in a place where electricity +played a principal part as an agent of heat and light. Although the ventilation +shafts were numerous, they were not sufficient to admit much daylight into New +Aberfoyle, yet it had abundance of light. This was shed from numbers of +electric discs; some suspended from the vaulted roofs, others hanging on the +natural pillars—all, whether suns or stars in size, were fed by +continuous currents produced from electro-magnetic machines. When the hour of +rest arrived, an artificial night was easily produced all over the mine by +disconnecting the wires. +</p> + +<p> +Below the dome lay a lake of an extent to be compared to the Dead Sea of the +Mammoth caves—a deep lake whose transparent waters swarmed with eyeless +fish, and to which the engineer gave the name of Loch Malcolm. +</p> + +<p> +There, in this immense natural excavation, Simon Ford built his new cottage, +which he would not have exchanged for the finest house in Prince’s +Street, Edinburgh. This dwelling was situated on the shores of the loch, and +its five windows looked out on the dark waters, which extended further than the +eye could see. Two months later a second habitation was erected in the +neighborhood of Simon Ford’s cottage: this was for James Starr. The +engineer had given himself body and soul to New Aberfoyle, and nothing but the +most imperative necessity ever caused him to leave the pit. There, then, he +lived in the midst of his mining world. +</p> + +<p> +On the discovery of the new field, all the old colliers had hastened to leave +the plow and harrow, and resume the pick and mattock. Attracted by the +certainty that work would never fail, allured by the high wages which the +prosperity of the mine enabled the company to offer for labor, they deserted +the open air for an underground life, and took up their abode in the mines. +</p> + +<p> +The miners’ houses, built of brick, soon grew up in a picturesque +fashion; some on the banks of Loch Malcolm, others under the arches which +seemed made to resist the weight that pressed upon them, like the piers of a +bridge. So was founded Coal Town, situated under the eastern point of Loch +Katrine, to the north of the county of Stirling. It was a regular settlement on +the banks of Loch Malcolm. A chapel, dedicated to St. Giles, overlooked it from +the top of a huge rock, whose foot was laved by the waters of the subterranean +sea. +</p> + +<p> +When this underground town was lighted up by the bright rays thrown from the +discs, hung from the pillars and arches, its aspect was so strange, so +fantastic, that it justified the praise of the guide-books, and visitors +flocked to see it. +</p> + +<p> +It is needless to say that the inhabitants of Coal Town were proud of their +place. They rarely left their laboring village—in that imitating Simon +Ford, who never wished to go out again. The old overman maintained that it +always rained “up there,” and, considering the climate of the +United Kingdom, it must be acknowledged that he was not far wrong. All the +families in New Aberfoyle prospered well, having in three years obtained a +certain competency which they could never have hoped to attain on the surface +of the county. Dozens of babies, who were born at the time when the works were +resumed, had never yet breathed the outer air. +</p> + +<p> +This made Jack Ryan remark, “It’s eighteen months since they were +weaned, and they have not yet seen daylight!” +</p> + +<p> +It may be mentioned here, that one of the first to run at the engineer’s +call was Jack Ryan. The merry fellow had thought it his duty to return to his +old trade. But though Melrose farm had lost singer and piper it must not be +thought that Jack Ryan sung no more. On the contrary, the sonorous echoes of +New Aberfoyle exerted their strong lungs to answer him. +</p> + +<p> +Jack Ryan took up his abode in Simon Ford’s new cottage. They offered him +a room, which he accepted without ceremony, in his frank and hearty way. Old +Madge loved him for his fine character and good nature. She in some degree +shared his ideas on the subject of the fantastic beings who were supposed to +haunt the mine, and the two, when alone, told each other stories wild enough to +make one shudder—stories well worthy of enriching the hyperborean +mythology. +</p> + +<p> +Jack thus became the life of the cottage. He was, besides being a jovial +companion, a good workman. Six months after the works had begun, he was made +head of a gang of hewers. +</p> + +<p> +“That was a good work done, Mr. Ford,” said he, a few days after +his appointment. “You discovered a new field, and though you narrowly +escaped paying for the discovery with your life—well, it was not too +dearly bought.” +</p> + +<p> +“No, Jack, it was a good bargain we made that time!” answered the +old overman. “But neither Mr. Starr nor I have forgotten that to you we +owe our lives.” +</p> + +<p> +“Not at all,” returned Jack. “You owe them to your son Harry, +when he had the good sense to accept my invitation to Irvine.” +</p> + +<p> +“And not to go, isn’t that it?” interrupted Harry, grasping +his comrade’s hand. “No, Jack, it is to you, scarcely healed of +your wounds—to you, who did not delay a day, no, nor an hour, that we owe +our being found still alive in the mine!” +</p> + +<p> +“Rubbish, no!” broke in the obstinate fellow. “I won’t +have that said, when it’s no such thing. I hurried to find out what had +become of you, Harry, that’s all. But to give everyone his due, I will +add that without that unapproachable goblin—” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, there we are!” cried Ford. “A goblin!” +</p> + +<p> +“A goblin, a brownie, a fairy’s child,” repeated Jack Ryan, +“a cousin of the Fire-Maidens, an Urisk, whatever you like! It’s +not the less certain that without it we should never have found our way into +the gallery, from which you could not get out.” +</p> + +<p> +“No doubt, Jack,” answered Harry. “It remains to be seen +whether this being was as supernatural as you choose to believe.” +</p> + +<p> +“Supernatural!” exclaimed Ryan. “But it was as supernatural +as a Will-o’-the-Wisp, who may be seen skipping along with his lantern in +his hand; you may try to catch him, but he escapes like a fairy, and vanishes +like a shadow! Don’t be uneasy, Harry, we shall see it again some day or +other!” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Jack,” said Simon Ford, “Will-o’-the-Wisp or +not, we shall try to find it, and you must help us.” +</p> + +<p> +“You’ll get into a scrap if you don’t take care, Mr. +Ford!” responded Jack Ryan. +</p> + +<p> +“We’ll see about that, Jack!” +</p> + +<p> +We may easily imagine how soon this domain of New Aberfoyle became familiar to +all the members of the Ford family, but more particularly to Harry. He learnt +to know all its most secret ins and outs. He could even say what point of the +surface corresponded with what point of the mine. He knew that above this seam +lay the Firth of Clyde, that there extended Loch Lomond and Loch Katrine. Those +columns supported a spur of the Grampian mountains. This vault served as a +basement to Dumbarton. Above this large pond passed the Balloch railway. Here +ended the Scottish coast. There began the sea, the tumult of which could be +distinctly heard during the equinoctial gales. Harry would have been a +first-rate guide to these natural catacombs, and all that Alpine guides do on +their snowy peaks in daylight he could have done in the dark mine by the +wonderful power of instinct. +</p> + +<p> +He loved New Aberfoyle. Many times, with his lamp stuck in his hat, did he +penetrate its furthest depths. He explored its ponds in a skillfully-managed +canoe. He even went shooting, for numerous birds had been introduced into the +crypt—pintails, snipes, ducks, who fed on the fish which swarmed in the +deep waters. Harry’s eyes seemed made for the dark, just as a +sailor’s are made for distances. But all this while Harry felt +irresistibly animated by the hope of finding the mysterious being whose +intervention, strictly speaking, had saved himself and his friends. Would he +succeed? He certainly would, if presentiments were to be trusted; but certainly +not, if he judged by the success which had as yet attended his researches. +</p> + +<p> +The attacks directed against the family of the old overman, before the +discovery of New Aberfoyle, had not been renewed. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap11"></a>CHAPTER XI.<br /> +HANGING BY A THREAD</h2> + +<p> +Although in this way the Ford family led a happy and contented life, yet it was +easy to see that Harry, naturally of a grave disposition, became more and more +quiet and reserved. Even Jack Ryan, with all his good humor and usually +infectious merriment, failed to rouse him to gayety of manner. +</p> + +<p> +One Sunday—it was in the month of June—the two friends were walking +together on the shores of Loch Malcolm. Coal Town rested from labor. In the +world above, stormy weather prevailed. Violent rains fell, and dull sultry +vapors brooded over the earth; the atmosphere was most oppressive. +</p> + +<p> +Down in Coal Town there was perfect calm; no wind, no rain. A soft and pleasant +temperature existed instead of the strife of the elements which raged without. +What wonder then, that excursionists from Stirling came in considerable numbers +to enjoy the calm fresh air in the recesses of the mine? +</p> + +<p> +The electric discs shed a brilliancy of light which the British sun, oftener +obscured by fogs than it ought to be, might well envy. Jack Ryan kept talking +of these visitors, who passed them in noisy crowds, but Harry paid very little +attention to what he said. +</p> + +<p> +“I say, do look, Harry!” cried Jack. “See what numbers of +people come to visit us! Cheer up, old fellow! Do the honors of the place a +little better. If you look so glum, you’ll make all these outside folks +think you envy their life above-ground.” +</p> + +<p> +“Never mind me, Jack,” answered Harry. “You are jolly enough +for two, I’m sure; that’s enough.” +</p> + +<p> +“I’ll be hanged if I don’t feel your melancholy creeping over +me though!” exclaimed Jack. “I declare my eyes are getting quite +dull, my lips are drawn together, my laugh sticks in my throat; I’m +forgetting all my songs. Come, man, what’s the matter with you?” +</p> + +<p> +“You know well enough, Jack.” +</p> + +<p> +“What? the old story?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, the same thoughts haunt me.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, poor fellow!” said Jack, shrugging his shoulders. “If +you would only do like me, and set all the queer things down to the account of +the goblins of the mine, you would be easier in your mind.” +</p> + +<p> +“But, Jack, you know very well that these goblins exist only in your +imagination, and that, since the works here have been reopened, not a single +one has been seen.” +</p> + +<p> +“That’s true, Harry; but if no spirits have been seen, neither has +anyone else to whom you could attribute the extraordinary doings we want to +account for.” +</p> + +<p> +“I shall discover them.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, Harry! Harry! it’s not so easy to catch the spirits of New +Aberfoyle!” +</p> + +<p> +“I shall find out the spirits as you call them,” said Harry, in a +tone of firm conviction. +</p> + +<p> +“Do you expect to be able to punish them?” +</p> + +<p> +“Both punish and reward. Remember, if one hand shut us up in that +passage, another hand delivered us! I shall not soon forget that.” +</p> + +<p> +“But, Harry, how can we be sure that these two hands do not belong to the +same body?” +</p> + +<p> +“What can put such a notion in your head, Jack?” asked Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Well, I don’t know. Creatures that live in these holes, Harry, +don’t you see? they can’t be made like us, eh?” +</p> + +<p> +“But they <i>are</i> just like us, Jack.” +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, no! don’t say that, Harry! Perhaps some madman managed to get +in for a time.” +</p> + +<p> +“A madman! No madman would have formed such connected plans, or done such +continued mischief as befell us after the breaking of the ladders.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, but anyhow he has done no harm for the last three years, either to +you, Harry, or any of your people.” +</p> + +<p> +“No matter, Jack,” replied Harry; “I am persuaded that this +malignant being, whoever he is, has by no means given up his evil intentions. I +can hardly say on what I found my convictions. But at any rate, for the sake of +the new works, I must and will know who he is and whence he comes.” +</p> + +<p> +“For the sake of the new works did you say?” asked Jack, +considerably surprised. +</p> + +<p> +“I said so, Jack,” returned Harry. “I may be mistaken, but, +to me, all that has happened proves the existence of an interest in this mine +in strong opposition to ours. Many a time have I considered the matter; I feel +almost sure of it. Just consider the whole series of inexplicable +circumstances, so singularly linked together. To begin with, the anonymous +letter, contradictory to that of my father, at once proves that some man had +become aware of our projects, and wished to prevent their accomplishment. Mr. +Starr comes to see us at the Dochart pit. No sooner does he enter it with me +than an immense stone is cast upon us, and communication is interrupted by the +breaking of the ladders in the Yarrow shaft. We commence exploring. An +experiment, by which the existence of a new vein would be proved, is rendered +impossible by stoppage of fissures. Notwithstanding this, the examination is +carried out, the vein discovered. We return as we came, a prodigious gust of +air meets us, our lamp is broken, utter darkness surrounds us. Nevertheless, we +make our way along the gloomy passage until, on reaching the entrance, we find +it blocked up. There we were—imprisoned. Now, Jack, don’t you see +in all these things a malicious intention? Ah, yes, believe me, some being +hitherto invisible, but not supernatural, as you will persist in thinking, was +concealed in the mine. For some reason, known only to himself, he strove to +keep us out of it. <i>Was</i> there, did I say? I feel an inward conviction +that he <i>is</i> there still, and probably prepares some terrible disaster for +us. Even at the risk of my life, Jack, I am resolved to discover him.” +</p> + +<p> +Harry spoke with an earnestness which strongly impressed his companion. +“Well, Harry,” said he, “if I am forced to agree with you in +certain points, won’t you admit that some kind fairy or brownie, by +bringing bread and water to you, was the means of—” +</p> + +<p> +“Jack, my friend,” interrupted Harry, “it is my belief that +the friendly person, whom you will persist in calling a spirit, exists in the +mine as certainly as the criminal we speak of, and I mean to seek them both in +the most distant recesses of the mine.” +</p> + +<p> +“But,” inquired Jack, “have you any possible clew to guide +your search?” +</p> + +<p> +“Perhaps I have. Listen to me! Five miles west of New Aberfoyle, under +the solid rock which supports Ben Lomond, there exists a natural shaft which +descends perpendicularly into the vein beneath. A week ago I went to ascertain +the depth of this shaft. While sounding it, and bending over the opening as my +plumb-line went down, it seemed to me that the air within was agitated, as +though beaten by huge wings.” +</p> + +<p> +“Some bird must have got lost among the lower galleries,” replied +Jack. +</p> + +<p> +“But that is not all, Jack. This very morning I went back to the place, +and, listening attentively, I thought I could detect a sound like a sort of +groaning.” +</p> + +<p> +“Groaning!” cried Jack, “that must be nonsense; it was a +current of air—unless indeed some ghost—” +</p> + +<p> +“I shall know to-morrow what it was,” said Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“To-morrow?” answered Jack, looking at his friend. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes; to-morrow I am going down into that abyss.” +</p> + +<p> +“Harry! that will be a tempting of Providence.” +</p> + +<p> +“No, Jack, Providence will aid me in the attempt. Tomorrow, you and some +of our comrades will go with me to that shaft. I will fasten myself to a long +rope, by which you can let me down, and draw me up at a given signal. I may +depend upon you, Jack?” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Harry,” said Jack, shaking his head, “I will do as you +wish me; but I tell you all the same, you are very wrong.” +</p> + +<p> +“Nothing venture nothing win,” said Harry, in a tone of decision. +“To-morrow morning, then, at six o’clock. Be silent, and +farewell!” +</p> + +<p> +It must be admitted that Jack Ryan’s fears were far from groundless. +Harry would expose himself to very great danger, supposing the enemy he sought +for lay concealed at the bottom of the pit into which he was going to descend. +It did not seem likely that such was the case, however. +</p> + +<p> +“Why in the world,” repeated Jack Ryan, “should he take all +this trouble to account for a set of facts so very easily and simply explained +by the supernatural intervention of the spirits of the mine?” +</p> + +<p> +But, notwithstanding his objections to the scheme, Jack Ryan and three miners +of his gang arrived next morning with Harry at the mouth of the opening of the +suspicious shaft. Harry had not mentioned his intentions either to James Starr +or to the old overman. Jack had been discreet enough to say nothing. +</p> + +<p> +Harry had provided himself with a rope about 200 feet long. It was not +particularly thick, but very strong—sufficiently so to sustain his +weight. His friends were to let him down into the gulf, and his pulling the +cord was to be the signal to withdraw him. +</p> + +<p> +The opening into this shaft or well was twelve feet wide. A beam was thrown +across like a bridge, so that the cord passing over it should hang down the +center of the opening, and save Harry from striking against the sides in his +descent. +</p> + +<p> +He was ready. +</p> + +<p> +“Are you still determined to explore this abyss?” whispered Jack +Ryan. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, I am, Jack.” +</p> + +<p> +The cord was fastened round Harry’s thighs and under his arms, to keep +him from rocking. Thus supported, he was free to use both his hands. A +safety-lamp hung at his belt, also a large, strong knife in a leather sheath. +</p> + +<p> +Harry advanced to the middle of the beam, around which the cord was passed. +Then his friends began to let him down, and he slowly sank into the pit. As the +rope caused him to swing gently round and round, the light of his lamp fell in +turns on all points of the side walls, so that he was able to examine them +carefully. These walls consisted of pit coal, and so smooth that it would be +impossible to ascend them. +</p> + +<p> +Harry calculated that he was going down at the rate of about a foot per second, +so that he had time to look about him, and be ready for any event. +</p> + +<p> +During two minutes—that is to say, to the depth of about 120 feet, the +descent continued without any incident. +</p> + +<p> +No lateral gallery opened from the side walls of the pit, which was gradually +narrowing into the shape of a funnel. But Harry began to feel a fresher air +rising from beneath, whence he concluded that the bottom of the pit +communicated with a gallery of some description in the lowest part of the mine. +</p> + +<p> +The cord continued to unwind. Darkness and silence were complete. If any living +being whatever had sought refuge in the deep and mysterious abyss, he had +either left it, or, if there, by no movement did he in the slightest way betray +his presence. +</p> + +<p> +Harry, becoming more suspicious the lower he got, now drew his knife and held +it in his right hand. At a depth of 180 feet, his feet touched the lower point +and the cord slackened and unwound no further. +</p> + +<p> +Harry breathed more freely for a moment. One of the fears he entertained had +been that, during his descent, the cord might be cut above him, but he had seen +no projection from the walls behind which anyone could have been concealed. +</p> + +<p> +The bottom of the abyss was quite dry. Harry, taking the lamp from his belt, +walked round the place, and perceived he had been right in his conjectures. +</p> + +<p> +An extremely narrow passage led aside out of the pit. He had to stoop to look +into it, and only by creeping could it be followed; but as he wanted to see in +which direction it led, and whether another abyss opened from it, he lay down +on the ground and began to enter it on hands and knees. +</p> + +<p> +An obstacle speedily arrested his progress. He fancied he could perceive by +touching it, that a human body lay across the passage. A sudden thrill of +horror and surprise made him hastily draw back, but he again advanced and felt +more carefully. +</p> + +<p> +His senses had not deceived him; a body did indeed lie there; and he soon +ascertained that, although icy cold at the extremities, there was some vital +heat remaining. In less time than it takes to tell it, Harry had drawn the body +from the recess to the bottom of the shaft, and, seizing his lamp, he cast its +lights on what he had found, exclaiming immediately, “Why, it is a +child!” +</p> + +<p> +The child still breathed, but so very feebly that Harry expected it to cease +every instant. Not a moment was to be lost; he must carry this poor little +creature out of the pit, and take it home to his mother as quickly as he could. +He eagerly fastened the cord round his waist, stuck on his lamp, clasped the +child to his breast with his left arm, and, keeping his right hand free to hold +the knife, he gave the signal agreed on, to have the rope pulled up. +</p> + +<p> +It tightened at once; he began the ascent. Harry looked around him with +redoubled care, for more than his own life was now in danger. +</p> + +<p> +For a few minutes all went well, no accident seemed to threaten him, when +suddenly he heard the sound of a great rush of air from beneath; and, looking +down, he could dimly perceive through the gloom a broad mass arising until it +passed him, striking him as it went by. +</p> + +<p> +It was an enormous bird—of what sort he could not see; it flew upwards on +mighty wings, then paused, hovered, and dashed fiercely down upon Harry, who +could only wield his knife in one hand. He defended himself and the child as +well as he could, but the ferocious bird seemed to aim all its blows at him +alone. Afraid of cutting the cord, he could not strike it as he wished, and the +struggle was prolonged, while Harry shouted with all his might in hopes of +making his comrades hear. +</p> + +<p> +He soon knew they did, for they pulled the rope up faster; a distance of about +eighty feet remained to be got over. The bird ceased its direct attack, but +increased the horror and danger of his situation by rushing at the cord, +clinging to it just out of his reach, and endeavoring, by pecking furiously, to +cut it. +</p> + +<p> +Harry felt overcome with terrible dread. One strand of the rope gave way, and +it made them sink a little. +</p> + +<p> +A shriek of despair escaped his lips. +</p> + +<p> +A second strand was divided, and the double burden now hung suspended by only +half the cord. +</p> + +<p> +Harry dropped his knife, and by a superhuman effort succeeded, at the moment +the rope was giving way, in catching hold of it with his right hand above the +cut made by the beak of the bird. But, powerfully as he held it in his iron +grasp, he could feel it gradually slipping through his fingers. +</p> + +<p> +He might have caught it, and held on with both hands by sacrificing the life of +the child he supported in his left arm. The idea crossed him, but was banished +in an instant, although he believed himself quite unable to hold out until +drawn to the surface. For a second he closed his eyes, believing they were +about to plunge back into the abyss. +</p> + +<p> +He looked up once more; the huge bird had disappeared; his hand was at the very +extremity of the broken rope—when, just as his convulsive grasp was +failing, he was seized by the men, and with the child was placed on the level +ground. +</p> + +<p> +The fearful strain of anxiety removed, a reaction took place, and Harry fell +fainting into the arms of his friends. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap12"></a>CHAPTER XII.<br /> +NELL ADOPTED</h2> + +<p> +A couple of hours later, Harry still unconscious, and the child in a very +feeble state, were brought to the cottage by Jack Ryan and his companions. The +old overman listened to the account of their adventures, while Madge attended +with the utmost care to the wants of her son, and of the poor creature whom he +had rescued from the pit. +</p> + +<p> +Harry imagined her a mere child, but she was a maiden of the age of fifteen or +sixteen years. +</p> + +<p> +She gazed at them with vague and wondering eyes; and the thin face, drawn by +suffering, the pallid complexion, which light could never have tinged, and the +fragile, slender figure, gave her an appearance at once singular and +attractive. Jack Ryan declared that she seemed to him to be an uncommonly +interesting kind of ghost. +</p> + +<p> +It must have been due to the strange and peculiar circumstances under which her +life hitherto had been led, that she scarcely seemed to belong to the human +race. Her countenance was of a very uncommon cast, and her eyes, hardly able to +bear the lamp-light in the cottage, glanced around in a confused and puzzled +way, as if all were new to them. +</p> + +<p> +As this singular being reclined on Madge’s bed and awoke to +consciousness, as from a long sleep, the old Scotchwoman began to question her +a little. +</p> + +<p> +“What do they call you, my dear?” said she. +</p> + +<p> +“Nell,” replied the girl. +</p> + +<p> +“Do you feel anything the matter with you, Nell?” +</p> + +<p> +“I am hungry. I have eaten nothing since—since—” +</p> + +<p> +Nell uttered these few words like one unused to speak much. They were in the +Gaelic language, which was often spoken by Simon and his family. Madge +immediately brought her some food; she was evidently famished. It was +impossible to say how long she might have been in that pit. +</p> + +<p> +“How many days had you been down there, dearie?” inquired Madge. +</p> + +<p> +Nell made no answer; she seemed not to understand the question. +</p> + +<p> +“How many days, do you think?” +</p> + +<p> +“Days?” repeated Nell, as though the word had no meaning for her, +and she shook her head to signify entire want of comprehension. +</p> + +<p> +Madge took her hand, and stroked it caressingly. “How old are you, my +lassie?” she asked, smiling kindly at her. +</p> + +<p> +Nell shook her head again. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, yes,” continued Madge, “how many years old?” +</p> + +<p> +“Years?” replied Nell. She seemed to understand that word no better +than days! Simon, Harry, Jack, and the rest, looked on with an air of mingled +compassion, wonder, and sympathy. The state of this poor thing, clothed in a +miserable garment of coarse woolen stuff, seemed to impress them painfully. +</p> + +<p> +Harry, more than all the rest, seemed attracted by the very peculiarity of this +poor stranger. He drew near, took Nell’s hand from his mother, and looked +directly at her, while something like a smile curved her lip. +“Nell,” he said, “Nell, away down there—in the +mine—were you all alone?” +</p> + +<p> +“Alone! alone!” cried the girl, raising herself hastily. Her +features expressed terror; her eyes, which had appeared to soften as Harry +looked at her, became quite wild again. “Alone!” repeated she, +“alone!”—and she fell back on the bed, as though deprived of +all strength. +</p> + +<p> +“The poor bairn is too weak to speak to us,” said Madge, when she +had adjusted the pillows. “After a good rest, and a little more food, she +will be stronger. Come away, Simon and Harry, and all the rest of you, and let +her go to sleep.” So Nell was left alone, and in a very few minutes slept +profoundly. +</p> + +<p> +This event caused a great sensation, not only in the coal mines, but in +Stirlingshire, and ultimately throughout the kingdom. The strangeness of the +story was exaggerated; the affair could not have made more commotion had they +found the girl enclosed in the solid rock, like one of those antediluvian +creatures who have occasionally been released by a stroke of the pickax from +their stony prison. Nell became a fashionable wonder without knowing it. +Superstitious folks made her story a new subject for legendary marvels, and +were inclined to think, as Jack Ryan told Harry, that Nell was the spirit of +the mines. +</p> + +<p> +“Be it so, Jack,” said the young man; “but at any rate she is +the good spirit. It can have been none but she who brought us bread and water +when we were shut up down there; and as to the bad spirit, who must still be in +the mine, we’ll catch him some day.” +</p> + +<p> +Of course James Starr had been at once informed of all this, and came, as soon +as the young girl had sufficiently recovered her strength, to see her, and +endeavor to question her carefully. +</p> + +<p> +She appeared ignorant of nearly everything relating to life, and, although +evidently intelligent, was wanting in many elementary ideas, such as time, for +instance. She had never been used to its division, and the words signifying +hours, days, months, and years were unknown to her. +</p> + +<p> +Her eyes, accustomed to the night, were pained by the glare of the electric +discs; but in the dark her sight was wonderfully keen, the pupil dilated in a +remarkable manner, and she could see where to others there appeared profound +obscurity. It was certain that her brain had never received any impression of +the outer world, that her eyes had never looked beyond the mine, and that these +somber depths had been all the world to her. +</p> + +<p> +The poor girl probably knew not that there were a sun and stars, towns and +counties, a mighty universe composed of myriads of worlds. But until she +comprehended the significance of words at present conveying no precise meaning +to her, it was impossible to ascertain what she knew. +</p> + +<p> +As to whether or not Nell had lived alone in the recesses of New Aberfoyle, +James Starr was obliged to remain uncertain; indeed, any allusion to the +subject excited evident alarm in the mind of this strange girl. Either Nell +could not or would not reply to questions, but that some secret existed in +connection with the place, which she could have explained, was manifest. +</p> + +<p> +“Should you like to stay with us? Should you like to go back to where we +found you?” asked James Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, yes!” exclaimed the maiden, in answer to his first question; +but a cry of terror was all she seemed able to say to the second. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr, as well as Simon and Harry Ford, could not help feeling a certain +amount of uneasiness with regard to this persistent silence. They found it +impossible to forget all that had appeared so inexplicable at the time they +made the discovery of the coal mine; and although that was three years ago, and +nothing new had happened, they always expected some fresh attack on the part of +the invisible enemy. +</p> + +<p> +They resolved to explore the mysterious well, and did so, well armed and in +considerable numbers. But nothing suspicious was to be seen; the shaft +communicated with lower stages of the crypt, hollowed out in the carboniferous +bed. +</p> + +<p> +Many a time did James Starr, Simon, and Harry talk over these things. If one or +more malevolent beings were concealed in the coal-pit, and there concocted +mischief, Nell surely could have warned them of it, yet she said nothing. The +slightest allusion to her past life brought on such fits of violent emotion, +that it was judged best to avoid the subject for the present. Her secret would +certainly escape her by-and-by. +</p> + +<p> +By the time Nell had been a fortnight in the cottage, she had become a most +intelligent and zealous assistant to old Madge. It was clear that she +instinctively felt she should remain in the dwelling where she had been so +charitably received, and perhaps never dreamt of quitting it. This family was +all in all to her, and to the good folks themselves Nell had seemed an adopted +child from the moment when she first came beneath their roof. Nell was in truth +a charming creature; her new mode of existence added to her beauty, for these +were no doubt the first happy days of her life, and her heart was full of +gratitude towards those to whom she owed them. Madge felt towards her as a +mother would; the old woman doted upon her; in short, she was beloved by +everybody. Jack Ryan only regretted one thing, which was that he had not saved +her himself. Friend Jack often came to the cottage. He sang, and Nell, who had +never heard singing before, admired it greatly; but anyone might see that she +preferred to Jack’s songs the graver conversation of Harry, from whom by +degrees she learnt truths concerning the outer world, of which hitherto she had +known nothing. +</p> + +<p> +It must be said that, since Nell had appeared in her own person, Jack Ryan had +been obliged to admit that his belief in hobgoblins was in a measure weakened. +A couple of months later his credulity experienced a further shock. About that +time Harry unexpectedly made a discovery which, in part at least, accounted for +the apparition of the fire-maidens among the ruins of Dundonald Castle at +Irvine. +</p> + +<p> +During several days he had been engaged in exploring the remote galleries of +the prodigious excavation towards the south. At last he scrambled with +difficulty up a narrow passage which branched off through the upper rock. To +his great astonishment, he suddenly found himself in the open air. The passage, +after ascending obliquely to the surface of the ground, led out directly among +the ruins of Dundonald Castle. +</p> + +<p> +There was, therefore, a communication between New Aberfoyle and the hills +crowned by this ancient castle. The upper entrance to this gallery, being +completely concealed by stones and brushwood, was invisible from without; at +the time of their search, therefore, the magistrates had been able to discover +nothing. +</p> + +<p> +A few days afterwards, James Starr, guided by Harry, came himself to inspect +this curious natural opening into the coal mine. “Well,” said he, +“here is enough to convince the most superstitious among us. Farewell to +all their brownies, goblins, and fire-maidens now!” +</p> + +<p> +“I hardly think, Mr. Starr, we ought to congratulate ourselves,” +replied Harry. “Whatever it is we have instead of these things, it +can’t be better, and may be worse than they are.” +</p> + +<p> +“That’s true, Harry,” said the engineer; “but +what’s to be done? It is plain that, whatever the beings are who hide in +the mine, they reach the surface of the earth by this passage. No doubt it was +the light of torches waved by them during that dark and stormy night which +attracted the <i>Motala</i> towards the rocky coast, and like the wreckers of +former days, they would have plundered the unfortunate vessel, had it not been +for Jack Ryan and his friends. Anyhow, so far it is evident, and here is the +mouth of the den. As to its occupants, the question is—Are they here +still?” +</p> + +<p> +“I say yes; because Nell trembles when we mention them—yes, because +Nell will not, or dare not, speak about them,” answered Harry in a tone +of decision. +</p> + +<p> +Harry was surely in the right. Had these mysterious denizens of the pit +abandoned it, or ceased to visit the spot, what reason could the girl have had +for keeping silence? +</p> + +<p> +James Starr could not rest till he had penetrated this mystery. He foresaw that +the whole future of the new excavations must depend upon it. Renewed and strict +precautions were therefore taken. The authorities were informed of the +discovery of the entrance. Watchers were placed among the ruins of the castle. +Harry himself lay hid for several nights in the thickets of brushwood which +clothed the hill-side. +</p> + +<p> +Nothing was discovered—no human being emerged from the opening. So most +people came to the conclusion that the villains had been finally dislodged from +the mine, and that, as to Nell, they must suppose her to be dead at the bottom +of the shaft where they had left her. +</p> + +<p> +While it remained unworked, the mine had been a safe enough place of refuge, +secure from all search or pursuit. But now, circumstances being altered, it +became difficult to conceal this lurking-place, and it might reasonably be +hoped they were gone, and that nothing for the future was to be dreaded from +them. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr, however, could not feel sure about it; neither could Harry be +satisfied on the subject, often repeating, “Nell has clearly been mixed +up with all this secret business. If she had nothing more to fear, why should +she keep silence? It cannot be doubted that she is happy with us. She likes us +all—she adores my mother. Her absolute silence as to her former life, +when by speaking out she might benefit us, proves to me that some awful secret, +which she dares not reveal, weighs on her mind. It may also be that she +believes it better for us, as well as for herself, that she should remain mute +in a way otherwise so unaccountable.” +</p> + +<p> +In consequence of these opinions, it was agreed by common consent to avoid all +allusion to the maiden’s former mode of life. One day, however, Harry was +led to make known to Nell what James Starr, his father, mother, and himself +believed they owed to her interference. +</p> + +<p> +It was a fête-day. The miners made holiday on the surface of the county of +Stirling as well as in its subterraneous domains. Parties of holiday-makers +were moving about in all directions. Songs resounded in many places beneath the +sonorous vaults of New Aberfoyle. Harry and Nell left the cottage, and slowly +walked along the left bank of Loch Malcolm. +</p> + +<p> +Then the electric brilliance darted less vividly, and the rays were interrupted +with fantastic effect by the sharp angles of the picturesque rocks which +supported the dome. This imperfect light suited Nell, to whose eyes a glare was +very unpleasant. +</p> + +<p> +“Nell,” said Harry, “your eyes are not fit for daylight yet, +and could not bear the brightness of the sun.” +</p> + +<p> +“Indeed they could not,” replied the girl; “if the sun is +such as you describe it to me, Harry.” +</p> + +<p> +“I cannot by any words, Nell, give you an idea either of his splendor or +of the beauty of that universe which your eyes have never beheld. But tell me, +is it really possible that, since the day when you were born in the depths of +the coal mine, you never once have been up to the surface of the earth?” +</p> + +<p> +“Never once, Harry,” said she; “I do not believe that, even +as an infant, my father or mother ever carried me thither. I am sure I should +have retained some impression of the open air if they had.” +</p> + +<p> +“I believe you would,” answered Harry. “Long ago, Nell, many +children used to live altogether in the mine; communication was then difficult, +and I have met with more than one young person, quite as ignorant as you are of +things above-ground. But now the railway through our great tunnel takes us in a +few minutes to the upper regions of our country. I long, Nell, to hear you say, +‘Come, Harry, my eyes can bear daylight, and I want to see the sun! I +want to look upon the works of the Almighty.’” +</p> + +<p> +“I shall soon say so, Harry, I hope,” replied the girl; “I +shall soon go with you to the world above; and yet—” +</p> + +<p> +“What are you going to say, Nell?” hastily cried Harry; “can +you possibly regret having quitted that gloomy abyss in which you spent your +early years, and whence we drew you half dead?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, Harry,” answered Nell; “I was only thinking that +darkness is beautiful as well as light. If you but knew what eyes accustomed to +its depth can see! Shades flit by, which one longs to follow; circles mingle +and intertwine, and one could gaze on them forever; black hollows, full of +indefinite gleams of radiance, lie deep at the bottom of the mine. And then the +voice-like sounds! Ah, Harry! one must have lived down there to understand what +I feel, what I can never express.” +</p> + +<p> +“And were you not afraid, Nell, all alone there?” +</p> + +<p> +“It was just when I was alone that I was not afraid.” +</p> + +<p> +Nell’s voice altered slightly as she said these words; however, Harry +thought he might press the subject a little further, so he said, “But one +might be easily lost in these great galleries, Nell. Were you not afraid of +losing your way?” +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, no, Harry; for a long time I had known every turn of the new +mine.” +</p> + +<p> +“Did you never leave it?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, now and then,” answered the girl with a little hesitation; +“sometimes I have been as far as the old mine of Aberfoyle.” +</p> + +<p> +“So you knew our old cottage?” +</p> + +<p> +“The cottage! oh, yes; but the people who lived there I only saw at a +great distance.” +</p> + +<p> +“They were my father and mother,” said Harry; “and I was +there too; we have always lived there—we never would give up the old +dwelling.” +</p> + +<p> +“Perhaps it would have been better for you if you had,” murmured +the maiden. +</p> + +<p> +“Why so, Nell? Was it not just because we were obstinately resolved to +remain that we ended by discovering the new vein of coal? And did not that +discovery lead to the happy result of providing work for a large population, +and restoring them to ease and comfort? and did it not enable us to find you, +Nell, to save your life, and give you the love of all our hearts?” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, yes, for me indeed it is well, whatever may happen,” replied +Nell earnestly; “for others—who can tell?” +</p> + +<p> +“What do you mean?” +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, nothing—nothing. But it used to be very dangerous at that time +to go into the new cutting—yes, very dangerous indeed, Harry! Once some +rash people made their way into these chasms. They got a long, long way; they +were lost!” +</p> + +<p> +“They were lost?” said Harry, looking at her. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, lost!” repeated Nell in a trembling voice. “They could +not find their way out.” +</p> + +<p> +“And there,” cried Harry, “they were imprisoned during eight +long days! They were at the point of death, Nell; and, but for a kind and +charitable being—an angel perhaps—sent by God to help them, who +secretly brought them a little food; but for a mysterious guide, who afterwards +led to them their deliverers, they never would have escaped from that living +tomb!” +</p> + +<p> +“And how do you know about that?” demanded the girl. +</p> + +<p> +“Because those men were James Starr, my father, and myself, Nell!” +</p> + +<p> +Nell looked up hastily, seized the young man’s hand, and gazed so fixedly +into his eyes that his feelings were stirred to their depths. “You were +there?” at last she uttered. +</p> + +<p> +“I was indeed,” said Harry, after a pause, “and she to whom +we owe our lives can have been none other than yourself, Nell!” +</p> + +<p> +Nell hid her face in her hands without speaking. Harry had never seen her so +much affected. +</p> + +<p> +“Those who saved your life, Nell,” added he in a voice tremulous +with emotion, “already owed theirs to you; do you think they will ever +forget it?” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap13"></a>CHAPTER XIII.<br /> +ON THE REVOLVING LADDER</h2> + +<p> +The mining operations at New Aberfoyle continued to be carried on very +successfully. As a matter of course, the engineer, James Starr, as well as +Simon Ford, the discoverers of this rich carboniferous region, shared largely +in the profits. +</p> + +<p> +In time Harry became a partner. But he never thought of quitting the cottage. +He took his father’s place as overman, and diligently superintended the +works of this colony of miners. Jack Ryan was proud and delighted at the good +fortune which had befallen his comrade. He himself was getting on very well +also. +</p> + +<p> +They frequently met, either at the cottage or at the works in the pit. Jack did +not fail to remark the sentiments entertained by Harry towards Nell. Harry +would not confess to them; but Jack only laughed at him when he shook his head +and tried to deny any special interest in her. +</p> + +<p> +It must be noted that Jack Ryan had the greatest possible wish to be of the +party when Nell should pay her first visit to the upper surface of the county +of Stirling. He wished to see her wonder and admiration on first beholding the +yet unknown face of Nature. He very much hoped that Harry would take him with +them when the excursion was made. As yet, however, the latter had made no +proposal of the kind to him, which caused him to feel a little uneasy as to his +intentions. +</p> + +<p> +One morning Jack Ryan was descending through a shaft which led from the surface +to the lower regions of the pit. He did so by means of one of those ladders +which, continually revolving by machinery, enabled persons to ascend and +descend without fatigue. This apparatus had lowered him about a hundred and +fifty feet, when at a narrow landing-place he perceived Harry, who was coming +up to his labors for the day. +</p> + +<p> +“Well met, my friend!” cried Jack, recognizing his comrade by the +light of the electric lamps. +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, Jack!” replied Harry, “I am glad to see you. I’ve +got something to propose.” +</p> + +<p> +“I can listen to nothing till you tell me how Nell is,” interrupted +Jack Ryan. +</p> + +<p> +“Nell is all right, Jack—so much so, in fact, that I hope in a +month or six weeks—” +</p> + +<p> +“To marry her, Harry?” +</p> + +<p> +“Jack, you don’t know what you are talking about!” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah, that’s very likely; but I know quite well what I shall +do.” +</p> + +<p> +“What will you do?” +</p> + +<p> +“Marry her myself, if you don’t; so look sharp,” laughed +Jack. “By Saint Mungo! I think an immense deal of bonny Nell! A fine +young creature like that, who has been brought up in the mine, is just the very +wife for a miner. She is an orphan—so am I; and if you don’t care +much for her, and if she will have me—” +</p> + +<p> +Harry looked gravely at Jack, and let him talk on without trying to stop him. +“Don’t you begin to feel jealous, Harry?” asked Jack in a +more serious tone. +</p> + +<p> +“Not at all,” answered Harry quietly. +</p> + +<p> +“But if you don’t marry Nell yourself, you surely can’t +expect her to remain a spinster?” +</p> + +<p> +“I expect nothing,” said Harry. +</p> + +<p> +A movement of the ladder machinery now gave the two friends the +opportunity—one to go up, the other down the shaft. However, they +remained where they were. +</p> + +<p> +“Harry,” quoth Jack, “do you think I spoke in earnest just +now about Nell?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, that I don’t, Jack.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, but now I will!” +</p> + +<p> +“You? speak in earnest?” +</p> + +<p> +“My good fellow, I can tell you I am quite capable of giving a friend a +bit of advice.” +</p> + +<p> +“Let’s hear, then, Jack!” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, look here! You love Nell as heartily as she deserves. Old Simon, +your father, and old Madge, your mother, both love her as if she were their +daughter. Why don’t you make her so in reality? Why don’t you marry +her?” +</p> + +<p> +“Come, Jack,” said Harry, “you are running on as if you knew +how Nell felt on the subject.” +</p> + +<p> +“Everybody knows that,” replied Jack, “and therefore it is +impossible to make you jealous of any of us. But here goes the ladder +again—I’m off!” +</p> + +<p> +“Stop a minute, Jack!” cried Harry, detaining his companion, who +was stepping onto the moving staircase. +</p> + +<p> +“I say! you seem to mean me to take up my quarters here +altogether!” +</p> + +<p> +“Do be serious and listen, Jack! I want to speak in earnest myself +now.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, I’ll listen till the ladder moves again, not a minute +longer.” +</p> + +<p> +“Jack,” resumed Harry, “I need not pretend that I do not love +Nell; I wish above all things to make her my wife.” +</p> + +<p> +“That’s all right!” +</p> + +<p> +“But for the present I have scruples of conscience as to asking her to +make me a promise which would be irrevocable.” +</p> + +<p> +“What can you mean, Harry?” +</p> + +<p> +“I mean just this—that, it being certain Nell has never been +outside this coal mine in the very depths of which she was born, it stands to +reason that she knows nothing, and can comprehend nothing of what exists beyond +it. Her eyes—yes, and perhaps also her heart—have everything yet to +learn. Who can tell what her thoughts will be, when perfectly new impressions +shall be made upon her mind? As yet she knows nothing of the world, and to me +it would seem like deceiving her, if I led her to decide in ignorance, upon +choosing to remain all her life in the coal mine. Do you understand me, +Jack?” +</p> + +<p> +“Hem!—yes—pretty well. What I understand best is that you are +going to make me miss another turn of the ladder.” +</p> + +<p> +“Jack,” replied Harry gravely, “if this machinery were to +stop altogether, if this landing-place were to fall beneath our feet, you must +and shall hear what I have to say.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well done, Harry! that’s how I like to be spoken to! Let’s +settle, then, that, before you marry Nell, she shall go to school in Auld +Reekie.” +</p> + +<p> +“No indeed, Jack; I am perfectly able myself to educate the person who is +to be my wife.” +</p> + +<p> +“Sure that will be a great deal better, Harry!” +</p> + +<p> +“But, first of all,” resumed Harry, “I wish that Nell should +gain a real knowledge of the upper world. To illustrate my meaning, Jack, +suppose you were in love with a blind girl, and someone said to you, ‘In +a month’s time her sight will be restored,’ would you not wait till +after she was cured, to marry her?” +</p> + +<p> +“Faith, to be sure I would!” exclaimed Jack. +</p> + +<p> +“Well, Jack, Nell is at present blind; and before she marries me, I wish +her to see what I am, and what the life really is to which she would bind +herself. In short, she must have daylight let in upon the subject!” +</p> + +<p> +“Well said, Harry! Very well said indeed!” cried Jack. “Now I +see what you are driving at. And when may we expect the operation to come +off?” +</p> + +<p> +“In a month, Jack,” replied Harry. “Nell is getting used to +the light of our reflectors. That is some preparation. In a month she will, I +hope, have seen the earth and its wonders—the sky and its splendors. She +will perceive that the limits of the universe are boundless.” +</p> + +<p> +But while Harry was thus giving the rein to his imagination, Jack Ryan, +quitting the platform, had leaped on the step of the moving machinery. +</p> + +<p> +“Hullo, Jack! Where are you?” +</p> + +<p> +“Far beneath you,” laughed the merry fellow. “While you soar +to the heights, I plunge into the depths.” +</p> + +<p> +“Fare ye well. Jack!” returned Harry, himself laying hold of the +rising ladder; “mind you say nothing about what I have been telling +you.” +</p> + +<p> +“Not a word,” shouted Jack, “but I make one condition.” +</p> + +<p> +“What is that?” +</p> + +<p> +“That I may be one of the party when Nell’s first excursion to the +face of the earth comes off!” +</p> + +<p> +“So you shall, Jack, I promise you!” +</p> + +<p> +A fresh throb of the machinery placed a yet more considerable distance between +the friends. Their voices sounded faintly to each other. Harry, however, could +still hear Jack shouting: +</p> + +<p> +“I say! do you know what Nell will like better than either sun, moon, or +stars, after she’s seen the whole of them?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, Jack!” +</p> + +<p> +“Why, you yourself, old fellow! still you! always you!” And +Jack’s voice died away in a prolonged “Hurrah!” +</p> + +<p> +Harry, after this, applied himself diligently, during all his spare time, to +the work of Nell’s education. He taught her to read and to write, and +such rapid progress did she make, it might have been said that she learnt by +instinct. Never did keen intelligence more quickly triumph over utter +ignorance. It was the wonder of all beholders. +</p> + +<p> +Simon and Madge became every day more and more attached to their adopted child, +whose former history continued to puzzle them a good deal. They plainly saw the +nature of Harry’s feelings towards her, and were far from displeased +thereat. They recollected that Simon had said to the engineer on his first +visit to the old cottage, “How can our son ever think of marrying? Where +could a wife possibly be found suitable for a lad whose whole life must be +passed in the depths of a coal mine?” +</p> + +<p> +Well! now it seemed as if the most desirable companion in the world had been +led to him by Providence. Was not this like a blessing direct from Heaven? So +the old man made up his mind that, if the wedding did take place, the miners of +New Aberfoyle should have a merry-making at Coal Town, which they would never +during their lives forget. Simon Ford little knew what he was saying! +</p> + +<p> +It must be remarked that another person wished for this union of Harry and Nell +as much as Simon did—and that was James Starr, the engineer. Of course he +was really interested in the happiness of the two young people. But another +motive, connected with wider interests, influenced him to desire it. +</p> + +<p> +It has been said that James Starr continued to entertain a certain amount of +apprehension, although for the present nothing appeared to justify it. Yet that +which had been might again be. This mystery about the new cutting—Nell +was evidently the only person acquainted with it. Now, if fresh dangers were in +store for the miners of Aberfoyle, how were they possibly to be guarded +against, without so much as knowing the cause of them? +</p> + +<p> +“Nell has persisted in keeping silence,” said James Starr very +often, “but what she has concealed from others, she will not long hide +from her husband. Any danger would be danger to Harry as well as to the rest of +us. Therefore, a marriage which brings happiness to the lovers, and safety to +their friends, will be a good marriage, if ever there is such a thing here +below.” +</p> + +<p> +Thus, not illogically, reasoned James Starr. He communicated his ideas to old +Simon, who decidedly appreciated them. Nothing, then, appeared to stand in the +way of the match. What, in fact, was there to prevent it? They loved each +other; the parents desired nothing better for their son. Harry’s comrades +envied his good fortune, but freely acknowledged that he deserved it. The +maiden depended on no one else, and had but to give the consent of her own +heart. +</p> + +<p> +Why, then, if there were none to place obstacles in the way of this +union—why, as night came on, and, the labors of the day being over, the +electric lights in the mine were extinguished, and all the inhabitants of Coal +Town at rest within their dwellings—why did a mysterious form always +emerge from the gloomier recesses of New Aberfoyle, and silently glide through +the darkness? +</p> + +<p> +What instinct guided this phantom with ease through passages so narrow as to +appear to be impracticable? +</p> + +<p> +Why should the strange being, with eyes flashing through the deepest darkness, +come cautiously creeping along the shores of Lake Malcolm? Why so directly make +his way towards Simon’s cottage, yet so carefully as hitherto to avoid +notice? Why, bending towards the windows, did he strive to catch, by listening, +some fragment of the conversation within the closed shutters? +</p> + +<p> +And, on catching a few words, why did he shake his fist with a menacing gesture +towards the calm abode, while from between his set teeth issued these words in +muttered fury, “She and he? Never! never!” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap14"></a>CHAPTER XIV.<br /> +A SUNRISE</h2> + +<p> +A month after this, on the evening of the 20th of August, Simon Ford and Madge +took leave, with all manner of good wishes, of four tourists, who were setting +forth from the cottage. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr, Harry, and Jack Ryan were about to lead Nell’s steps over +yet untrodden paths, and to show her the glories of nature by a light to which +she was as yet a stranger. The excursion was to last for two days. James Starr, +as well as Harry, considered that during these eight and forty hours spent +above ground, the maiden would be able to see everything of which she must have +remained ignorant in the gloomy pit; all the varied aspects of the globe, +towns, plains, mountains, rivers, lakes, gulfs, and seas would pass, +panorama-like, before her eyes. +</p> + +<p> +In that part of Scotland lying between Edinburgh and Glasgow, nature would seem +to have collected and set forth specimens of every one of these terrestrial +beauties. As to the heavens, they would be spread abroad as over the whole +earth, with their changeful clouds, serene or veiled moon, their radiant sun, +and clustering stars. The expedition had been planned so as to combine a view +of all these things. +</p> + +<p> +Simon and Madge would have been glad to go with Nell; but they never left their +cottage willingly, and could not make up their minds to quit their subterranean +home for a single day. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr went as an observer and philosopher, curious to note, from a +psychological point of view, the novel impressions made upon Nell; perhaps also +with some hope of detecting a clue to the mysterious events connected with her +childhood. Harry, with a little trepidation, asked himself whether it was not +possible that this rapid initiation into the things of the exterior world would +change the maiden he had known and loved hitherto into quite a different girl. +As for Jack Ryan, he was as joyous as a lark rising in the first beams of the +sun. He only trusted that his gayety would prove contagious, and enliven his +traveling companions, thus rewarding them for letting him join them. Nell was +pensive and silent. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr had decided, very sensibly, to set off in the evening. It would be +very much better for the girl to pass gradually from the darkness of night to +the full light of day; and that would in this way be managed, since between +midnight and noon she would experience the successive phases of shade and +sunshine, to which her sight had to get accustomed. +</p> + +<p> +Just as they left the cottage, Nell took Harry’s hand saying, +“Harry, is it really necessary for me to leave the mine at all, even for +these few days?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, it is, Nell,” replied the young man. “It is needful for +both of us.” +</p> + +<p> +“But, Harry,” resumed Nell, “ever since you found me, I have +been as happy as I can possibly be. You have been teaching me. Why is that not +enough? What am I going up there for?” +</p> + +<p> +Harry looked at her in silence. Nell was giving utterance to nearly his own +thoughts. +</p> + +<p> +“My child,” said James Starr, “I can well understand the +hesitation you feel; but it will be good for you to go with us. Those who love +you are taking you, and they will bring you back again. Afterwards you will be +free, if you wish it, to continue your life in the coal mine, like old Simon, +and Madge, and Harry. But at least you ought to be able to compare what you +give up with what you choose, then decide freely. Come!” +</p> + +<p> +“Come, dear Nell!” cried Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Harry, I am willing to follow you,” replied the maiden. At nine +o’clock the last train through the tunnel started to convey Nell and her +companions to the surface of the earth. Twenty minutes later they alighted on +the platform where the branch line to New Aberfoyle joins the railway from +Dumbarton to Stirling. +</p> + +<p> +The night was already dark. From the horizon to the zenith, light vapory clouds +hurried through the upper air, driven by a refreshing northwesterly breeze. The +day had been lovely; the night promised to be so likewise. +</p> + +<p> +On reaching Stirling, Nell and her friends, quitting the train, left the +station immediately. Just before them, between high trees, they could see a +road which led to the banks of the river Forth. +</p> + +<p> +The first physical impression on the girl was the purity of the air inhaled +eagerly by her lungs. +</p> + +<p> +“Breathe it freely, Nell,” said James Starr; “it is fragrant +with all the scents of the open country.” +</p> + +<p> +“What is all that smoke passing over our heads?” inquired Nell. +</p> + +<p> +“Those are clouds,” answered Harry, “blown along by the +westerly wind.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah!” said Nell, “how I should like to feel myself carried +along in that silent whirl! And what are those shining sparks which glance here +and there between rents in the clouds?” +</p> + +<p> +“Those are the stars I have told you about, Nell. So many suns they are, +so many centers of worlds like our own, most likely.” +</p> + +<p> +The constellations became more clearly visible as the wind cleared the clouds +from the deep blue of the firmament. Nell gazed upon the myriad stars which +sparkled overhead. “But how is it,” she said at length, “that +if these are suns, my eyes can endure their brightness?” +</p> + +<p> +“My child,” replied James Starr, “they are indeed suns, but +suns at an enormous distance. The nearest of these millions of stars, whose +rays can reach us, is Vega, that star in Lyra which you observe near the +zenith, and that is fifty thousand millions of leagues distant. Its brightness, +therefore, cannot affect your vision. But our own sun, which will rise +to-morrow, is only distant thirty-eight millions of leagues, and no human eye +can gaze fixedly upon that, for it is brighter than the blaze of any furnace. +But come, Nell, come!” +</p> + +<p> +They pursued their way, James Starr leading the maiden, Harry walking by her +side, while Jack Ryan roamed about like a young dog, impatient of the slow pace +of his masters. The road was lonely. Nell kept looking at the great trees, +whose branches, waving in the wind, made them seem to her like giants +gesticulating wildly. The sound of the breeze in the tree-tops, the deep +silence during a lull, the distant line of the horizon, which could be +discerned when the road passed over open levels—all these things filled +her with new sensations, and left lasting impressions on her mind. +</p> + +<p> +After some time she ceased to ask questions, and her companions respected her +silence, not wishing to influence by any words of theirs the girl’s +highly sensitive imagination, but preferring to allow ideas to arise +spontaneously in her soul. +</p> + +<p> +At about half past eleven o’clock, they gained the banks of the river +Forth. There a boat, chartered by James Starr, awaited them. In a few hours it +would convey them all to Granton. Nell looked at the clear water which flowed +up to her feet, as the waves broke gently on the beach, reflecting the +starlight. “Is this a lake?” said she. +</p> + +<p> +“No,” replied Harry, “it is a great river flowing towards the +sea, and soon opening so widely as to resemble a gulf. Taste a little of the +water in the hollow of your hand, Nell, and you will perceive that it is not +sweet like the waters of Lake Malcolm.” +</p> + +<p> +The maiden bent towards the stream, and, raising a little water to her lips, +“This is quite salt,” said she. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, the tide is full; the sea water flows up the river as far as +this,” answered Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, Harry! Harry!” exclaimed the maiden, “what can that red +glow on the horizon be? Is it a forest on fire?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, it is the rising moon, Nell.” +</p> + +<p> +“To be sure, that’s the moon,” cried Jack Ryan, “a fine +big silver plate, which the spirits of air hand round and round the sky to +collect the stars in, like money.” +</p> + +<p> +“Why, Jack,” said the engineer, laughing, “I had no idea you +could strike out such bold comparisons!” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, but, Mr. Starr, it is a just comparison. Don’t you see the +stars disappear as the moon passes on? so I suppose they drop into it.” +</p> + +<p> +“What you mean to say, Jack, is that the superior brilliancy of the moon +eclipses that of stars of the sixth magnitude, therefore they vanish as she +approaches.” +</p> + +<p> +“How beautiful all this is!” repeated Nell again and again, with +her whole soul in her eyes. “But I thought the moon was round?” +</p> + +<p> +“So she is, when ‘full,’” said James Starr; “that +means when she is just opposite to the sun. But to-night the moon is in the +last quarter, shorn of her just proportions, and friend Jack’s grand +silver plate looks more like a barber’s basin.” +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, Mr. Starr, what a base comparison!” he exclaimed, “I was +just going to begin a sonnet to the moon, but your barber’s basin has +destroyed all chance of an inspiration.” +</p> + +<p> +Gradually the moon ascended the heavens. Before her light the lingering clouds +fled away, while stars still sparkled in the west, beyond the influence of her +radiance. Nell gazed in silence on the glorious spectacle. The soft silvery +light was pleasant to her eyes, and her little trembling hand expressed to +Harry, who clasped it, how deeply she was affected by the scene. +</p> + +<p> +“Let us embark now,” said James Starr. “We have to get to the +top of Arthur’s Seat before sunrise.” +</p> + +<p> +The boat was moored to a post on the bank. A boatman awaited them. Nell and her +friends took their seats; the sail was spread; it quickly filled before the +northwesterly breeze, and they sped on their way. +</p> + +<p> +What a new sensation was this for the maiden! She had been rowed on the waters +of Lake Malcolm; but the oar, handled ever so lightly by Harry, always betrayed +effort on the part of the oarsman. Now, for the first time, Nell felt herself +borne along with a gliding movement, like that of a balloon through the air. +The water was smooth as a lake, and Nell reclined in the stern of the boat, +enjoying its gentle rocking. Occasionally the effect of the moonlight on the +waters was as though the boat sailed across a glittering silver field. Little +wavelets rippled along the banks. It was enchanting. +</p> + +<p> +At length Nell was overcome with drowsiness, her eyelids drooped, her head sank +on Harry’s shoulder—she slept. Harry, sorry that she should miss +any of the beauties of this magnificent night, would have aroused her. +</p> + +<p> +“Let her sleep!” said the engineer. “She will better enjoy +the novelties of the day after a couple of hours’ rest.” +</p> + +<p> +At two o’clock in the morning the boat reached Granton pier. Nell awoke. +“Have I been asleep?” inquired she. +</p> + +<p> +“No, my child,” said James Starr. “You have been dreaming +that you slept, that’s all.” +</p> + +<p> +The night continued clear. The moon, riding in mid-heaven, diffused her rays on +all sides. In the little port of Granton lay two or three fishing boats; they +rocked gently on the waters of the Firth. The wind fell as the dawn approached. +The atmosphere, clear of mists, promised one of those fine autumn days so +delicious on the sea coast. +</p> + +<p> +A soft, transparent film of vapor lay along the horizon; the first sunbeam +would dissipate it; to the maiden it exhibited that aspect of the sea which +seems to blend it with the sky. Her view was now enlarged, without producing +the impression of the boundless infinity of ocean. +</p> + +<p> +Harry taking Nell’s hand, they followed James Starr and Jack Ryan as they +traversed the deserted streets. To Nell, this suburb of the capital appeared +only a collection of gloomy dark houses, just like Coal Town, only that the +roof was higher, and gleamed with small lights. +</p> + +<p> +She stepped lightly forward, and easily kept pace with Harry. “Are you +not tired, Nell?” asked he, after half an hour’s walking. +</p> + +<p> +“No! my feet seem scarcely to touch the earth,” returned she. +“This sky above us seems so high up, I feel as if I could take wing and +fly!” +</p> + +<p> +“I say! keep hold of her!” cried Jack Ryan. “Our little Nell +is too good to lose. I feel just as you describe though, myself, when I have +not left the pit for a long time.” +</p> + +<p> +“It is when we no longer experience the oppressive effect of the vaulted +rocky roof above Coal Town,” said James Starr, “that the spacious +firmament appears to us like a profound abyss into which we have, as it were, a +desire to plunge. Is that what you feel, Nell?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Mr. Starr, it is exactly like that,” said Nell. “It +makes me feel giddy.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah! you will soon get over that, Nell,” said Harry. “You +will get used to the outer world, and most likely forget all about our dark +coal pit.” +</p> + +<p> +“No, Harry, never!” said Nell, and she put her hand over her eyes, +as though she would recall the remembrance of everything she had lately +quitted. +</p> + +<p> +Between the silent dwellings of the city, the party passed along Leith Walk, +and went round the Calton Hill, where stood, in the light of the gray dawn, the +buildings of the Observatory and Nelson’s Monument. By Regent’s +Bridge and the North Bridge they at last reached the lower extremity of the +Canongate. The town still lay wrapt in slumber. +</p> + +<p> +Nell pointed to a large building in the center of an open space, asking, +“What great confused mass is that?” +</p> + +<p> +“That confused mass, Nell, is the palace of the ancient kings of +Scotland; that is Holyrood, where many a sad scene has been enacted! The +historian can here invoke many a royal shade; from those of the early Scottish +kings to that of the unhappy Mary Stuart, and the French king, Charles X. When +day breaks, however, Nell, this palace will not look so very gloomy. Holyrood, +with its four embattled towers, is not unlike some handsome country house. But +let us pursue our way. There, just above the ancient Abbey of Holyrood, are the +superb cliffs called Salisbury Crags. Arthur’s Seat rises above them, and +that is where we are going. From the summit of Arthur’s Seat, Nell, your +eyes shall behold the sun appear above the horizon seaward.” +</p> + +<p> +They entered the King’s Park, then, gradually ascending they passed +across the Queen’s Drive, a splendid carriageway encircling the hill, +which we owe to a few lines in one of Sir Walter Scott’s romances. +</p> + +<p> +Arthur’s Seat is in truth only a hill, seven hundred and fifty feet high, +which stands alone amid surrounding heights. In less than half an hour, by an +easy winding path, James Starr and his party reached the crest of the crouching +lion, which, seen from the west, Arthur’s Seat so much resembles. There, +all four seated themselves; and James Starr, ever ready with quotations from +the great Scottish novelist, simply said, “Listen to what is written by +Sir Walter Scott in the eighth chapter of the <i>Heart of Mid-Lothian</i>. +‘If I were to choose a spot from which the rising or setting sun could be +seen to the greatest possible advantage, it would be from this +neighborhood.’ Now watch, Nell! the sun will soon appear, and for the +first time you will contemplate its splendor.” +</p> + +<p> +The maiden turned her eyes eastward. Harry, keeping close beside her, observed +her with anxious interest. Would the first beams of day overpower her feelings? +All remained quiet, even Jack Ryan. A faint streak of pale rose tinted the +light vapors of the horizon. It was the first ray of light attacking the +laggards of the night. Beneath the hill lay the silent city, massed confusedly +in the twilight of dawn. Here and there lights twinkled among the houses of the +old town. Westward rose many hill-tops, soon to be illuminated by tips of fire. +</p> + +<p> +Now the distant horizon of the sea became more plainly visible. The scale of +colors fell into the order of the solar. Every instant they increased in +intensity, rose color became red, red became fiery, daylight dawned. Nell now +glanced towards the city, of which the outlines became more distinct. Lofty +monuments, slender steeples emerged from the gloom; a kind of ashy light was +spread abroad. At length one solitary ray struck on the maiden’s sight. +It was that ray of green which, morning or evening, is reflected upwards from +the sea when the horizon is clear. +</p> + +<p> +An instant afterwards, Nell turned, and pointing towards a bright prominent +point in the New Town, “Fire!” cried she. +</p> + +<p> +“No, Nell, that is no fire,” said Harry. “The sun has touched +with gold the top of Sir Walter Scott’s monument”—and, +indeed, the extreme point of the monument blazed like the light of a pharos. +</p> + +<p> +It was day—the sun arose—his disc seemed to glitter as though he +indeed emerged from the waters of the sea. Appearing at first very large from +the effects of refraction, he contracted as he rose and assumed the perfectly +circular form. Soon no eye could endure the dazzling splendor; it was as though +the mouth of a furnace was opened through the sky. +</p> + +<p> +Nell closed her eyes, but her eyelids could not exclude the glare, and she +pressed her fingers over them. Harry advised her to turn in the opposite +direction. “Oh, no,” said she, “my eyes must get used to look +at what yours can bear to see!” +</p> + +<p> +Even through her hands Nell perceived a rosy light, which became more white as +the sun rose above the horizon. As her sight became accustomed to it, her +eyelids were raised, and at length her eyes drank in the light of day. +</p> + +<p> +The good child knelt down, exclaiming, “Oh Lord God! how beautiful is Thy +creation!” Then she rose and looked around. At her feet extended the +panorama of Edinburgh—the clear, distinct lines of streets in the New +Town, and the irregular mass of houses, with their confused network of streets +and lanes, which constitutes Auld Reekie, properly so called. Two heights +commanded the entire city; Edinburgh Castle, crowning its huge basaltic rock, +and the Calton Hill, bearing on its rounded summit, among other monuments, +ruins built to represent those of the Parthenon at Athens. +</p> + +<p> +Fine roadways led in all directions from the capital. To the north, the coast +of the noble Firth of Forth was indented by a deep bay, in which could be seen +the seaport town of Leith, between which and this Modern Athens of the north +ran a street, straight as that leading to the Piraeus. +</p> + +<p> +Beyond the wide Firth could be seen the soft outlines of the county of Fife, +while beneath the spectator stretched the yellow sands of Portobello and +Newhaven. +</p> + +<p> +Nell could not speak. Her lips murmured a word or two indistinctly; she +trembled, became giddy, her strength failed her; overcome by the purity of the +air and the sublimity of the scene, she sank fainting into Harry’s arms, +who, watching her closely, was ready to support her. +</p> + +<p> +The youthful maiden, hitherto entombed in the massive depths of the earth, had +now obtained an idea of the universe—of the works both of God and of man. +She had looked upon town and country, and beyond these, into the immensity of +the sea, the infinity of the heavens. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap15"></a>CHAPTER XV.<br /> +LOCH LOMOND AND LOCH KATRINE</h2> + +<p> +Harry bore Nell carefully down the steeps of Arthur’s Seat, and, +accompanied by James Starr and Jack Ryan, they reached Lambert’s Hotel. +There a good breakfast restored their strength, and they began to make further +plans for an excursion to the Highland lakes. +</p> + +<p> +Nell was now refreshed, and able to look boldly forth into the sunshine, while +her lungs with ease inhaled the free and healthful air. Her eyes learned gladly +to know the harmonious varieties of color as they rested on the green trees, +the azure skies, and all the endless shades of lovely flowers and plants. +</p> + +<p> +The railway train, which they entered at the Waverley Station, conveyed Nell +and her friends to Glasgow. There, from the new bridge across the Clyde, they +watched the curious sea-like movement of the river. After a night’s rest +at Comrie’s Royal Hotel, they betook themselves to the terminus of the +Edinburgh and Glasgow Railway, from whence a train would rapidly carry them, by +way of Dumbarton and Balloch, to the southern extremity of Loch Lomond. +</p> + +<p> +“Now for the land of Rob Roy and Fergus MacIvor!—the scenery +immortalized by the poetical descriptions of Walter Scott,” exclaimed +James Starr. “You don’t know this country, Jack?” +</p> + +<p> +“Only by its songs, Mr. Starr,” replied Jack; “and judging by +those, it must be grand.” +</p> + +<p> +“So it is, so it is!” cried the engineer, “and our dear Nell +shall see it to the best advantage.” +</p> + +<p> +A steamboat, the <i>Sinclair</i> by name, awaited tourists about to make the +excursion to the lakes. Nell and her companions went on board. The day had +begun in brilliant sunshine, free from the British fogs which so often veil the +skies. +</p> + +<p> +The passengers were determined to lose none of the beauties of nature to be +displayed during the thirty miles’ voyage. Nell, seated between James +Starr and Harry, drank in with every faculty the magnificent poetry with which +lovely Scottish scenery is fraught. Numerous small isles and islets soon +appeared, as though thickly sown on the bosom of the lake. The <i>Sinclair</i> +steamed her way among them, while between them glimpses could be had of quiet +valleys, or wild rocky gorges on the mainland. +</p> + +<p> +“Nell,” said James Starr, “every island here has its legend, +perhaps its song, as well as the mountains which overshadow the lake. One may, +without much exaggeration, say that the history of this country is written in +gigantic characters of mountains and islands.” +</p> + +<p> +Nell listened, but these fighting stories made her sad. Why all that bloodshed +on plains which to her seemed enormous, and where surely there must have been +room for everybody? +</p> + +<p> +The shores of the lake form a little harbor at Luss. Nell could for a moment +catch sight of the old tower of its ancient castle. Then, the <i>Sinclair</i> +turning northward, the tourists gazed upon Ben Lomond, towering nearly 3,000 +feet above the level of the lake. +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, what a noble mountain!” cried Nell; “what a view there +must be from the top!” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Nell,” answered James Starr; “see how haughtily its +peak rises from amidst the thicket of oaks, birches, and heather, which clothe +the lower portion of the mountain! From thence one may see two-thirds of old +Caledonia. This eastern side of the lake was the special abode of the clan +McGregor. At no great distance, the struggles of the Jacobites and Hanoverians +repeatedly dyed with blood these lonely glens. Over these scenes shines the +pale moon, called in old ballads ‘Macfarlane’s lantern.’ +Among these rocks still echo the immortal names of Rob Roy and McGregor +Campbell.” +</p> + +<p> +As the <i>Sinclair</i> advanced along the base of the mountain, the country +became more and more abrupt in character. Trees were only scattered here and +there; among them were the willows, slender wands of which were formerly used +for hanging persons of low degree. +</p> + +<p> +“To economize hemp,” remarked James Starr. +</p> + +<p> +The lake narrowed very much as it stretched northwards. +</p> + +<p> +The steamer passed a few more islets, Inveruglas, Eilad-whow, where stand some +ruins of a stronghold of the clan MacFarlane. At length the head of the loch +was reached, and the <i>Sinclair</i> stopped at Inversnaid. +</p> + +<p> +Leaving Loch Arklet on the left, a steep ascent led to the Inn of +Stronachlacar, on the banks of Loch Katrine. +</p> + +<p> +There, at the end of a light pier, floated a small steamboat, named, as a +matter of course, the <i>Rob Roy</i>. The travelers immediately went on board; +it was about to start. Loch Katrine is only ten miles in length; its width +never exceeds two miles. The hills nearest it are full of a character peculiar +to themselves. +</p> + +<p> +“Here we are on this famous lake,” said James Starr. “It has +been compared to an eel on account of its length and windings: and justly so. +They say that it never freezes. I know nothing about that, but what we want to +think of is, that here are the scenes of the adventures in the <i>Lady of the +Lake</i>. I believe, if friend Jack looked about him carefully, he might see, +still gliding over the surface of the water, the shade of the slender form of +sweet Ellen Douglas.” +</p> + +<p> +“To be sure, Mr. Starr,” replied Jack; “why should I not? I +may just as well see that pretty girl on the waters of Loch Katrine, as those +ugly ghosts on Loch Malcolm in the coal pit.” +</p> + +<p> +It was by this time three o’clock in the afternoon. The less hilly shores +of Loch Katrine westward extended like a picture framed between Ben An and Ben +Venue. At the distance of half a mile was the entrance to the narrow bay, where +was the landing-place for our tourists, who meant to return to Stirling by +Callander. +</p> + +<p> +Nell appeared completely worn out by the continued excitement of the day. A +faint ejaculation was all she was able to utter in token of admiration as new +objects of wonder or beauty met her gaze. She required some hours of rest, were +it but to impress lastingly the recollection of all she had seen. +</p> + +<p> +Her hand rested in Harry’s, and, looking earnestly at her, he said, +“Nell, dear Nell, we shall soon be home again in the gloomy region of the +coal mine. Shall you not pine for what you have seen during these few hours +spent in the glorious light of day?” +</p> + +<p> +“No, Harry,” replied the girl; “I shall like to think about +it, but I am glad to go back with you to our dear old home.” +</p> + +<p> +“Nell!” said Harry, vainly attempting to steady his voice, +“are you willing to be bound to me by the most sacred tie? Could you +marry me, Nell?” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, Harry, I could, if you are sure that I am able to make you +happy,” answered the maiden, raising her innocent eyes to his. +</p> + +<p> +Scarcely had she pronounced these words when an unaccountable phenomenon took +place. The <i>Rob Roy</i>, still half a mile from land, experienced a violent +shock. She suddenly grounded. No efforts of the engine could move her. +</p> + +<p> +The cause of this accident was simply that Loch Katrine was all at once +emptied, as though an enormous fissure had opened in its bed. In a few seconds +it had the appearance of a sea beach at low water. Nearly the whole of its +contents had vanished into the bosom of the earth. +</p> + +<p> +“My friends!” exclaimed James Starr, as the cause of this marvel +became suddenly clear to him, “God help New Aberfoyle!” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap16"></a>CHAPTER XVI.<br /> +A FINAL THREAT</h2> + +<p> +On that day, in the colliery of New Aberfoyle, work was going on in the usual +regular way. In the distance could be heard the crash of great charges of +dynamite, by which the carboniferous rocks were blasted. Here masses of coal +were loosened by pick-ax and crowbar; there the perforating machines, with +their harsh grating, bored through the masses of sandstone and schist. +</p> + +<p> +Hollow, cavernous noises resounded on all sides. Draughts of air rushed along +the ventilating galleries, and the wooden swing-doors slammed beneath their +violent gusts. In the lower tunnels, trains of trucks kept passing along at the +rate of fifteen miles an hour, while at their approach electric bells warned +the workmen to cower down in the refuge places. Lifts went incessantly up and +down, worked by powerful engines on the surface of the soil. Coal Town was +throughout brilliantly lighted by the electric lamps at full power. +</p> + +<p> +Mining operations were being carried on with the greatest activity; coal was +being piled incessantly into the trucks, which went in hundreds to empty +themselves into the corves at the bottom of the shaft. While parties of miners +who had labored during the night were taking needful rest, the others worked +without wasting an hour. +</p> + +<p> +Old Simon Ford and Madge, having finished their dinner, were resting at the +door of their cottage. Simon smoked a good pipe of tobacco, and from time to +time the old couple spoke of Nell, of their boy, of Mr. Starr, and wondered how +they liked their trip to the surface of the earth. Where would they be now? +What would they be doing? How could they stay so long away from the mine +without feeling homesick? +</p> + +<p> +Just then a terrific roaring noise was heard. It was like the sound of a mighty +cataract rushing down into the mine. The old people rose hastily. They +perceived at once that the waters of Loch Malcolm were rising. A great wave, +unfurling like a billow, swept up the bank and broke against the walls of the +cottage. Simon caught his wife in his arms, and carried her to the upper part +of their dwelling. +</p> + +<p> +At the same moment, cries arose from all parts of Coal Town, which was +threatened by a sudden inundation. The inhabitants fled for safety to the top +of the schist rocks bordering the lake; terror spread in all directions; whole +families in frantic haste rushed towards the tunnel in order to reach the upper +regions of the pit. +</p> + +<p> +It was feared that the sea had burst into the colliery, for its galleries and +passages penetrated as far as the Caledonian Canal. In that case the entire +excavation, vast as it was, would be completely flooded. Not a single +inhabitant of New Aberfoyle would escape death. +</p> + +<p> +But when the foremost fugitives reached the entrance to the tunnel, they +encountered Simon Ford, who had quitted his cottage. “Stop, my friends, +stop!” shouted the old man; “if our town is to be overwhelmed, the +floods will rush faster than you can; no one can possibly escape. But see! the +waters are rising no further! it appears to me the danger is over.” +</p> + +<p> +“And our comrades at the far end of the works—what about +them?” cried some of the miners. +</p> + +<p> +“There is nothing to fear for them,” replied Simon; “they are +working on a higher level than the bed of the loch.” +</p> + +<p> +It was soon evident that the old man was in the right. The sudden influx of +water had rushed to the very lowest bed of the vast mine, and its only ultimate +effect was to raise the level of Loch Malcolm a few feet. Coal Town was +uninjured, and it was reasonable to hope that no one had perished in the flood +of water which had descended to the depths of the mine never yet penetrated by +the workmen. +</p> + +<p> +Simon and his men could not decide whether this inundation was owing to the +overflow of a subterranean sheet of water penetrating fissures in the solid +rock, or to some underground torrent breaking through its worn bed, and +precipitating itself to the lowest level of the mine. But that very same +evening they knew what to think about it, for the local papers published an +account of the marvelous phenomenon which Loch Katrine had exhibited. +</p> + +<p> +The surprising news was soon after confirmed by the four travelers, who, +returning with all possible speed to the cottage, learned with extreme +satisfaction that no serious damage was done in New Aberfoyle. +</p> + +<p> +The bed of Loch Katrine had fairly given way. The waters had suddenly broken +through by an enormous fissure into the mine beneath. Of Sir Walter +Scott’s favorite loch there was not left enough to wet the pretty foot of +the Lady of the Lake; all that remained was a pond of a few acres at the +further extremity. +</p> + +<p> +This singular event made a profound sensation in the country. It was a thing +unheard of that a lake should in the space of a few minutes empty itself, and +disappear into the bowels of the earth. There was nothing for it but to erase +Loch Katrine from the map of Scotland until (by public subscription) it could +be refilled, care being of course taken, in the first place, to stop the rent +up tight. This catastrophe would have been the death of Sir Walter Scott, had +he still been in the world. +</p> + +<p> +The accident was explicable when it was ascertained that, between the bed of +the lake and the vast cavity beneath, the geological strata had become reduced +to a thin layer, incapable of longer sustaining the weight of water. +</p> + +<p> +Now, although to most people this event seemed plainly due to natural causes, +yet to James Starr and his friends, Simon and Harry Ford, the question +constantly recurred, was it not rather to be attributed to malevolence? Uneasy +suspicions continually harassed their minds. Was their evil genius about to +renew his persecution of those who ventured to work this rich mine? +</p> + +<p> +At the cottage, some days later, James Starr thus discussed the matter with the +old man and his son: “Well, Simon,” said he, “to my thinking +we must class this circumstance with the others for which we still seek +elucidation, although it is no doubt possible to explain it by natural +causes.” +</p> + +<p> +“I am quite of your mind, Mr. James,” replied Simon, “but +take my advice, and say nothing about it; let us make all researches +ourselves.” +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, I know the result of such research beforehand!” cried the +engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“And what will it be, then?” +</p> + +<p> +“We shall find proofs of malevolence, but not the malefactor.” +</p> + +<p> +“But he exists! he is there! Where can he lie concealed? Is it possible +to conceive that the most depraved human being could, single-handed, carry out +an idea so infernal as that of bursting through the bed of a lake? I believe I +shall end by thinking, like Jack Ryan, that the evil demon of the mine revenges +himself on us for having invaded his domain.” +</p> + +<p> +Nell was allowed to hear as little as possible of these discussions. Indeed, +she showed no desire to enter into them, although it was very evident that she +shared in the anxieties of her adopted parents. The melancholy in her +countenance bore witness to much mental agitation. +</p> + +<p> +It was at length resolved that James Starr, together with Simon and Harry, +should return to the scene of the disaster, and endeavor to satisfy themselves +as to the cause of it. They mentioned their project to no one. To those +unacquainted with the group of facts on which it was based, the opinion of +Starr and his friends could not fail to appear wholly inadmissible. +</p> + +<p> +A few days later, the three friends proceeded in a small boat to examine the +natural pillars on which had rested the solid earth forming the basin of Loch +Katrine. They discovered that they had been right in suspecting that the +massive columns had been undermined by blasting. The blackened traces of +explosion were to be seen, the waters having subsided below the level of these +mysterious operations Thus the fall of a portion of the vast vaulted dome was +proved to have been premeditated by man, and by man’s hand had it been +effected. +</p> + +<p> +“It is impossible to doubt it,” said James Starr; “and who +can say what might not have happened had the sea, instead of a little loch, +been let in upon us?” +</p> + +<p> +“You may well say that,” cried the old overman, with a feeling of +pride in his beloved mine; “for nothing less than a sea would have +drowned our Aberfoyle. But, once more, what possible interest could any human +being have in the destruction of our works?” +</p> + +<p> +“It is quite incomprehensible,” replied James Starr. “This +case is something perfectly unlike that of a band of common criminals, who, +concealing themselves in dens and caves, go forth to rob and pillage the +surrounding country. The evil deeds of such men would certainly, in the course +of three years have betrayed their existence and lurking-places. Neither can it +be, as I sometimes used to think, that smugglers or coiners carried on their +illegal practices in some distant and unknown corner of these prodigious +caverns, and were consequently anxious to drive us out of them. But no one +coins false money or obtains contraband goods only to conceal them! +</p> + +<p> +“Yet it is clear that an implacable enemy has sworn the ruin of New +Aberfoyle, and that some interest urges him to seek in every possible way to +wreak his hatred upon us. He appears to be too weak to act openly, and lays his +schemes in secret; but displays such intelligence as to render him a most +formidable foe. +</p> + +<p> +“My friends, he must understand better than we do the secrets of our +domain, since he has all this time eluded our vigilance. He must be a man +experienced in mining, skilled beyond the most skillful—that’s +certain, Simon! We have proof enough of that. +</p> + +<p> +“Let me see! Have you never had a personal enemy, to whom your suspicions +might point? Think well! There is such a thing as hatred which time never +softens. Go back to recollections of your earliest days. What befalls us +appears the work of a stern and patient will, and to explain it demands every +effort of thought and memory.” +</p> + +<p> +Simon did not answer immediately—his mind evidently engaged in a close +and candid survey of his past life. Presently, raising his head, +“No,” said he; “no! Heaven be my witness, neither Madge nor I +have ever injured anybody. We cannot believe that we have a single enemy in the +world.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah! if Nell would only speak!” cried the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Starr—and you, father,” said Harry, “I do beg of +you to keep silence on this matter, and not to question my poor Nell. I know +she is very anxious and uneasy; and I feel positive that some great secret +painfully oppresses her heart. Either she knows nothing it would be of any use +for us to hear, or she considers it her duty to be silent. It is impossible to +doubt her affection for us—for all of us. If at a future time she informs +me of what she has hitherto concealed from us, you shall know about it +immediately.” +</p> + +<p> +“So be it, then, Harry,” answered the engineer; “and yet I +must say Nell’s silence, if she knows anything, is to me perfectly +inexplicable.” +</p> + +<p> +Harry would have continued her defense; but the engineer stopped him, saying, +“All right, Harry; we promise to say no more about it to your future +wife.” +</p> + +<p> +“With my father’s consent she shall be my wife without further +delay.” +</p> + +<p> +“My boy,” said old Simon, “your marriage shall take place +this very day month. Mr. Starr, will you undertake the part of Nell’s +father?” +</p> + +<p> +“You may reckon upon me for that, Simon,” answered the engineer. +</p> + +<p> +They then returned to the cottage, but said not a word of the result of their +examinations in the mine, so that to the rest of its inhabitants, the bursting +in of the vaulted roof of the caverns continued to be regarded as a mere +accident. There was but a loch the less in Scotland. +</p> + +<p> +Nell gradually resumed her customary duties, and Harry made good use of her +little visit to the upper air, in the instructions he gave her. She enjoyed the +recollections of life above ground, yet without regretting it. The somber +region she had loved as a child, and in which her wedded life would be spent, +was as dear to her as ever. +</p> + +<p> +The approaching marriage created great excitement in New Aberfoyle. Good wishes +poured in on all sides, and foremost among them were Jack Ryan’s. He was +detected busily practicing his best songs in preparation for the great day, +which was to be celebrated by the whole population of Coal Town. +</p> + +<p> +During the month preceding the wedding-day, there were more accidents occurring +in New Aberfoyle than had ever been known in the place. One would have thought +the approaching union of Harry and Nell actually provoked one catastrophe after +another. These misfortunes happened chiefly at the further and lowest extremity +of the works, and the cause of them was always in some way mysterious. +</p> + +<p> +Thus, for instance, the wood-work of a distant gallery was discovered to be in +flames, which were extinguished by Harry and his companions at the risk of +their lives, by employing engines filled with water and carbonic acid, always +kept ready in case of necessity. The lamp used by the incendiary was found; but +no clew whatever as to who he could be. +</p> + +<p> +Another time an inundation took place in consequence of the stanchions of a +water-tank giving way; and Mr. Starr ascertained beyond a doubt that these +supports had first of all been partially sawn through. Harry, who had been +overseeing the works near the place at the time, was buried in the falling +rubbish, and narrowly escaped death. +</p> + +<p> +A few days afterwards, on the steam tramway, a train of trucks, which Harry was +passing along, met with an obstacle on the rails, and was overturned. It was +then discovered that a beam had been laid across the line. In short, events of +this description became so numerous that the miners were seized with a kind of +panic, and it required all the influence of their chiefs to keep them on the +works. +</p> + +<p> +“You would think that there was a whole band of these ruffians,” +Simon kept saying, “and we can’t lay hands on a single one of +them.” +</p> + +<p> +Search was made in all directions. The county police were on the alert night +and day, yet discovered nothing. The evil intentions seeming specially designed +to injure Harry. Starr forbade him to venture alone beyond the ordinary limits +of the works. +</p> + +<p> +They were equally careful of Nell, although, at Harry’s entreaty, these +malicious attempts to do harm were concealed from her, because they might +remind her painfully of former times. Simon and Madge watched over her by day +and by night with a sort of stern solicitude. The poor child yielded to their +wishes, without a remark or a complaint. Did she perceive that they acted with +a view to her interest? Probably she did. And on her part, she seemed to watch +over others, and was never easy unless all whom she loved were together in the +cottage. +</p> + +<p> +When Harry came home in the evening, she could not restrain expressions of +child-like joy, very unlike her usual manner, which was rather reserved than +demonstrative. As soon as day broke, she was astir before anyone else, and her +constant uneasiness lasted all day until the hour of return home from work. +</p> + +<p> +Harry became very anxious that their marriage should take place. He thought +that, when the irrevocable step was taken, malevolence would be disarmed, and +that Nell would never feel safe until she was his wife. James Starr, Simon, and +Madge, were all of the same opinion, and everyone counted the intervening days, +for everyone suffered from the most uncomfortable forebodings. +</p> + +<p> +It was perfectly evident that nothing relating to Nell was indifferent to this +hidden foe, whom it was impossible to meet or to avoid. Therefore it seemed +quite possible that the solemn act of her marriage with Harry might be the +occasion of some new and dreadful outbreak of his hatred. +</p> + +<p> +One morning, a week before the day appointed for the ceremony, Nell, rising +early, went out of the cottage before anyone else. No sooner had she crossed +the threshold than a cry of indescribable anguish escaped her lips. +</p> + +<p> +Her voice was heard throughout the dwelling; in a moment, Madge, Harry, and +Simon were at her side. Nell was pale as death, her countenance agitated, her +features expressing the utmost horror. Unable to speak, her eyes were riveted +on the door of the cottage, which she had just opened. +</p> + +<p> +With rigid fingers she pointed to the following words traced upon it during the +night: “Simon Ford, you have robbed me of the last vein in our old pit. +Harry, your son, has robbed me of Nell. Woe betide you! Woe betide you all! Woe +betide New Aberfoyle!—S<small>ILFAX</small>.” +</p> + +<p> +“Silfax!” exclaimed Simon and Madge together. +</p> + +<p> +“Who is this man?” demanded Harry, looking alternately at his +father and at the maiden. +</p> + +<p> +“Silfax!” repeated Nell in tones of despair, +“Silfax!”—and, murmuring this name, her whole frame +shuddering with fear and agitation, she was borne away to her chamber by old +Madge. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr, hastening to the spot, read the threatening sentences again and +again. +</p> + +<p> +“The hand which traced these lines,” said he at length, “is +the same which wrote me the letter contradicting yours, Simon. The man calls +himself Silfax. I see by your troubled manner that you know him. Who is this +Silfax?” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap17"></a>CHAPTER XVII.<br /> +THE “MONK”</h2> + +<p> +This name revealed everything to the old overman. It was that of the last +“monk” of the Dochart pit. +</p> + +<p> +In former days, before the invention of the safety-lamp, Simon had known this +fierce man, whose business it was to go daily, at the risk of his life, to +produce partial explosions of fire-damp in the passages. He used to see this +strange solitary being, prowling about the mine, always accompanied by a +monstrous owl, which he called Harfang, who assisted him in his perilous +occupation, by soaring with a lighted match to places Silfax was unable to +reach. +</p> + +<p> +One day this old man disappeared, and at the same time also, a little orphan +girl born in the mine, who had no relation but himself, her great-grandfather. +It was perfectly evident now that this child was Nell. During the fifteen +years, up to the time when she was saved by Harry, they must have lived in some +secret abyss of the mine. +</p> + +<p> +The old overman, full of mingled compassion and anger, made known to the +engineer and Harry all that the name of Silfax had revealed to him. It +explained the whole mystery. Silfax was the mysterious being so long vainly +sought for in the depths of New Aberfoyle. +</p> + +<p> +“So you knew him, Simon?” demanded Mr. Starr. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, that I did,” replied the overman. “The Harfang man, we +used to call him. Why, he was old then! He must be fifteen or twenty years +older than I am. A wild, savage sort of fellow, who held aloof from everyone +and was known to fear nothing—neither fire nor water. It was his own +fancy to follow the trade of ‘monk,’ which few would have liked. +The constant danger of the business had unsettled his brain. He was +prodigiously strong, and he knew the mine as no one else—at any rate, as +well as I did. He lived on a small allowance. In faith, I believed him dead +years ago.” +</p> + +<p> +“But,” resumed James Starr, “what does he mean by those +words, ‘You have robbed me of the last vein of our old +mine’?” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah! there it is,” replied Simon; “for a long time it had +been a fancy of his—I told you his mind was deranged—that he had a +right to the mine of Aberfoyle; so he became more and more savage in temper the +deeper the Dochart pit—his pit!—was worked out. It just seemed as +if it was his own body that suffered from every blow of the pickax. You must +remember that, Madge?” +</p> + +<p> +“Ay, that I do, Simon,” replied she. +</p> + +<p> +“I can recollect all this,” resumed Simon, “since I have seen +the name of Silfax on the door. But I tell you, I thought the man was dead, and +never imagined that the spiteful being we have so long sought for could be the +old fireman of the Dochart pit.” +</p> + +<p> +“Well, now, then,” said Starr, “it is all quite plain. Chance +made known to Silfax the new vein of coal. With the egotism of madness, he +believed himself the owner of a treasure he must conceal and defend. Living in +the mine, and wandering about day and night, he perceived that you had +discovered the secret, and had written in all haste to beg me to come. Hence +the letter contradicting yours; hence, after my arrival, all the accidents that +occurred, such as the block of stone thrown at Harry, the broken ladder at the +Yarrow shaft, the obstruction of the openings into the wall of the new cutting; +hence, in short, our imprisonment, and then our deliverance, brought about by +the kind assistance of Nell, who acted of course without the knowledge of this +man Silfax, and contrary to his intentions.” +</p> + +<p> +“You describe everything exactly as it must have happened, Mr. +Starr,” returned old Simon. “The old ‘Monk’ is mad +enough now, at any rate!” +</p> + +<p> +“All the better,” quoth Madge. +</p> + +<p> +“I don’t know that,” said Starr, shaking his head; “it +is a terrible sort of madness this.” +</p> + +<p> +“Ah! now I understand that the very thought of him must have terrified +poor little Nell, and also I see that she could not bear to denounce her +grandfather. What a miserable time she must have had of it with the old +man!” +</p> + +<p> +“Miserable with a vengeance,” replied Simon, “between that +savage and his owl, as savage as himself. Depend upon it, that bird isn’t +dead. That was what put our lamp out, and also so nearly cut the rope by which +Harry and Nell were suspended.” +</p> + +<p> +“And then, you see,” said Madge, “this news of the marriage +of our son with his granddaughter added to his rancor and ill-will.” +</p> + +<p> +“To be sure,” said Simon. “To think that his Nell should +marry one of the robbers of his own coal mine would just drive him wild +altogether.” +</p> + +<p> +“He will have to make up his mind to it, however,” cried Harry. +“Mad as he is, we shall manage to convince him that Nell is better off +with us here than ever she was in the caverns of the pit. I am sure, Mr. Starr, +if we could only catch him, we should be able to make him listen to +reason.” +</p> + +<p> +“My poor Harry! there is no reasoning with a madman,” replied the +engineer. “Of course it is better to know your enemy than not; but you +must not fancy all is right because we have found out who he is. We must be on +our guard, my friends; and to begin with, Harry, you positively must question +Nell. She will perceive that her silence is no longer reasonable. Even for her +grandfather’s own interest, she ought to speak now. For his own sake, as +well as for ours, these insane plots must be put a stop to.” +</p> + +<p> +“I feel sure, Mr. Starr,” answered Harry, “that Nell will of +herself propose to tell you what she knows. You see it was from a sense of duty +that she has been silent hitherto. My mother was very right to take her to her +room just now. She much needed time to recover her spirits; but now I will go +for her.” +</p> + +<p> +“You need not do so, Harry,” said the maiden in a clear and firm +voice, as she entered at that moment the room in which they were. Nell was very +pale; traces of tears were in her eyes; but her whole manner showed that she +had nerved herself to act as her loyal heart dictated as her duty. +</p> + +<p> +“Nell!” cried Harry, springing towards her. +</p> + +<p> +The girl arrested her lover by a gesture, and continued, “Your father and +mother, and you, Harry, must now know all. And you too, Mr. Starr, must remain +ignorant of nothing that concerns the child you have received, and whom +Harry—unfortunately for him, alas!—drew from the abyss.” +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, Nell! what are you saying?” cried Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“Allow her to speak,” said James Starr in a decided tone. +</p> + +<p> +“I am the granddaughter of old Silfax,” resumed Nell. “I +never knew a mother till the day I came here,” added she, looking at +Madge. +</p> + +<p> +“Blessed be that day, my daughter!” said the old woman. +</p> + +<p> +“I knew no father till I saw Simon Ford,” continued Nell; +“nor friend till the day when Harry’s hand touched mine. Alone with +my grandfather I have lived during fifteen years in the remote and most +solitary depths of the mine. I say <i>with</i> my grandfather, but I can +scarcely use the expression, for I seldom saw him. When he disappeared from Old +Aberfoyle, he concealed himself in caverns known only to himself. In his way he +was kind to me, dreadful as he was; he fed me with whatever he could procure +from outside the mine; but I can dimly recollect that in my earliest years I +was the nursling of a goat, the death of which was a bitter grief to me. My +grandfather, seeing my distress, brought me another animal—a dog he said +it was. But, unluckily, this dog was lively, and barked. Grandfather did not +like anything cheerful. He had a horror of noise, and had taught me to be +silent; the dog he could not teach to be quiet, so the poor animal very soon +disappeared. My grandfather’s companion was a ferocious bird, Harfang, of +which, at first, I had a perfect horror; but this creature, in spite of my +dislike to it, took such a strong affection for me, that I could not help +returning it. It even obeyed me better than its master, which used to make me +quite uneasy, for my grandfather was jealous. Harfang and I did not dare to let +him see us much together; we both knew it would be dangerous. But I am talking +too much about myself: the great thing is about you.” +</p> + +<p> +“No, my child,” said James Starr, “tell us everything that +comes to your mind.” +</p> + +<p> +“My grandfather,” continued Nell, “always regarded your abode +in the mine with a very evil eye—not that there was any lack of space. +His chosen refuge was far—very far from you. But he could not bear to +feel that you were there. If I asked any questions about the people up above +us, his face grew dark, he gave no answer, and continued quite silent for a +long time afterwards. But when he perceived that, not content with the old +domain, you seemed to think of encroaching upon his, then indeed his anger +burst forth. He swore that, were you to succeed in reaching the new mine, you +should assuredly perish. Notwithstanding his great age, his strength is +astonishing, and his threats used to make me tremble.” +</p> + +<p> +“Go on, Nell, my child,” said Simon to the girl, who paused as +though to collect her thoughts. +</p> + +<p> +“On the occasion of your first attempt,” resumed Nell, “as +soon as my grandfather saw that you were fairly inside the gallery leading to +New Aberfoyle, he stopped up the opening, and turned it into a prison for you. +I only knew you as shadows dimly seen in the gloom of the pit, but I could not +endure the idea that you would die of hunger in these horrid places; and so, at +the risk of being detected, I succeeded in obtaining bread and water for you +during some days. I should have liked to help you to escape, but it was so +difficult to avoid the vigilance of my grandfather. You were about to die. Then +arrived Jack Ryan and the others. By the providence of God I met with them, and +instantly guided them to where you were. When my grandfather discovered what I +had done, his rage against me was terrible. I expected death at his hands. +After that my life became insupportable to me. My grandfather completely lost +his senses. He proclaimed himself King of Darkness and Flame; and when he heard +your tools at work on coal-beds which he considered entirely his own, he became +furious and beat me cruelly. I would have fled from him, but it was impossible, +so narrowly did he watch me. At last, in a fit of ungovernable fury, he threw +me down into the abyss where you found me, and disappeared, vainly calling on +Harfang, which faithfully stayed by me, to follow him. I know not how long I +remained there, but I felt I was at the point of death when you, my Harry, came +and saved me. But now you all see that the grandchild of old Silfax can never +be the wife of Harry Ford, because it would be certain death to you all!” +</p> + +<p> +“Nell!” cried Harry. +</p> + +<p> +“No,” continued the maiden, “my resolution is taken. By one +means only can your ruin be averted; I must return to my grandfather. He +threatens to destroy the whole of New Aberfoyle. His is a soul incapable of +mercy or forgiveness, and no mortal can say to what horrid deed the spirit of +revenge will lead him. My duty is clear; I should be the most despicable +creature on earth did I hesitate to perform it. Farewell! I thank you all +heartily. You only have taught me what happiness is. Whatever may befall, +believe that my whole heart remains with you.” +</p> + +<p> +At these words, Simon, Madge, and Harry started up in an agony of grief, +exclaiming in tones of despair, “What, Nell! is it possible you would +leave us?” +</p> + +<p> +James Starr put them all aside with an air of authority, and, going straight up +to Nell, he took both her hands in his, saying quietly, “Very right, my +child; you have said exactly what you ought to say; and now listen to what we +have to say in reply. We shall not let you go away; if necessary, we shall keep +you by force. Do you think we could be so base as to accept of your generous +proposal? These threats of Silfax are formidable—no doubt about it! But, +after all, a man is but a man, and we can take precautions. You will tell us, +will you not, even for his own sake, all you can about his habits and his +lurking-places? All we want to do is to put it out of his power to do harm, and +perhaps bring him to reason.” +</p> + +<p> +“You want to do what is quite impossible,” said Nell. “My +grandfather is everywhere and nowhere. I have never seen his retreats. I have +never seen him sleep. If he meant to conceal himself, he used to leave me +alone, and vanish. When I took my resolution, Mr. Starr, I was aware of +everything you could say against it. Believe me, there is but one way to render +Silfax powerless, and that will be by my return to him. Invisible himself, he +sees everything that goes on. Just think whether it is likely he could discover +your very thoughts and intentions, from that time when the letter was written +to Mr. Starr, up to now that my marriage with Harry has been arranged, if he +did not possess the extraordinary faculty of knowing everything. As far as I am +able to judge, my grandfather, in his very insanity, is a man of most powerful +mind. He formerly used to talk to me on very lofty subjects. He taught me the +existence of God, and never deceived me but on one point, which was—that +he made me believe that all men were base and perfidious, because he wished to +inspire me with his own hatred of all the human race. When Harry brought me to +the cottage, you thought I was simply ignorant of mankind, but, far beyond +that, I was in mortal fear of you all. Ah, forgive me! I assure you, for many +days I believed myself in the power of wicked wretches, and I longed to escape. +You, Madge, first led me to perceive the truth, not by anything you said, but +by the sight of your daily life, for I saw that your husband and son loved and +respected you! Then all these good and happy workmen, who so revere and trust +Mr. Starr, I used to think they were slaves; and when, for the first time, I +saw the whole population of Aberfoyle come to church and kneel down to pray to +God, and praise Him for His infinite goodness, I said to myself, ‘My +grandfather has deceived me.’ But now, enlightened by all you have taught +me, I am inclined to think he himself is deceived. I mean to return to the +secret passages I formerly frequented with him. He is certain to be on the +watch. I will call to him; he will hear me, and who knows but that, by +returning to him, I may be able to bring him to the knowledge of the +truth?” +</p> + +<p> +The maiden spoke without interruption, for all felt that it was good for her to +open her whole heart to her friends. +</p> + +<p> +But when, exhausted by emotion, and with eyes full of tears, she ceased +speaking, Harry turned to old Madge and said, “Mother, what should you +think of the man who could forsake the noble girl whose words you have been +listening to?” +</p> + +<p> +“I should think he was a base coward,” said Madge, “and, were +he my son, I should renounce and curse him.” +</p> + +<p> +“Nell, do you hear what our mother says?” resumed Harry. +“Wherever you go I will follow you. If you persist in leaving us, we will +go away together.” +</p> + +<p> +“Harry! Harry!” cried Nell. +</p> + +<p> +Overcome by her feelings, the girl’s lips blanched, and she sank into the +arms of Madge, who begged she might be left alone with her. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap18"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.<br /> +NELL’S WEDDING</h2> + +<p> +It was agreed that the inhabitants of the cottage must keep more on their guard +than ever. The threats of old Silfax were too serious to be disregarded. It was +only too possible that he possessed some terrible means by which the whole of +Aberfoyle might be annihilated. +</p> + +<p> +Armed sentinels were posted at the various entrances to the mine, with orders +to keep strict watch day and night. Any stranger entering the mine was brought +before James Starr, that he might give an account of himself. There being no +fear of treason among the inhabitants of Coal Town, the threatened danger to +the subterranean colony was made known to them. Nell was informed of all the +precautions taken, and became more tranquil, although she was not free from +uneasiness. Harry’s determination to follow her wherever she went +compelled her to promise not to escape from her friends. +</p> + +<p> +During the week preceding the wedding, no accident whatever occurred in +Aberfoyle. The system of watching was carefully maintained, but the miners +began to recover from the panic, which had seriously interrupted the work of +excavation. James Starr continued to look out for Silfax. The old man having +vindictively declared that Nell should never marry Simon’s son, it was +natural to suppose that he would not hesitate to commit any violent deed which +would hinder their union. +</p> + +<p> +The examination of the mine was carried on minutely. Every passage and gallery +was searched, up to those higher ranges which opened out among the ruins of +Dundonald Castle. It was rightly supposed that through this old building Silfax +passed out to obtain what was needful for the support of his miserable +existence (which he must have done, either by purchasing or thieving). +</p> + +<p> +As to the “fire-maidens,” James Starr began to think that +appearance must have been produced by some jet of fire-damp gas which, issuing +from that part of the pit, could be lighted by Silfax. He was not far wrong; +but all search for proof of this was fruitless, and the continued strain of +anxiety in this perpetual effort to detect a malignant and invisible being +rendered the engineer—outwardly calm—an unhappy man. +</p> + +<p> +As the wedding-day approached, his dread of some catastrophe increased, and he +could not but speak of it to the old overman, whose uneasiness soon more than +equaled his own. At length the day came. Silfax had given no token of +existence. +</p> + +<p> +By daybreak the entire population of Coal Town was astir. Work was suspended; +overseers and workmen alike desired to do honor to Simon Ford and his son. They +all felt they owed a large debt of gratitude to these bold and persevering men, +by whose means the mine had been restored to its former prosperity. The +ceremony was to take place at eleven o’clock, in St. Giles’s +chapel, which stood on the shores of Loch Malcolm. +</p> + +<p> +At the appointed time, Harry left the cottage, supporting his mother on his +arm, while Simon led the bride. Following them came Starr, the engineer, +composed in manner, but in reality nerved to expect the worst, and Jack Ryan, +stepping superb in full Highland piper’s costume. Then came the other +mining engineers, the principal people of Coal Town, the friends and comrades +of the old overman—every member of this great family of miners forming +the population of New Aberfoyle. +</p> + +<p> +In the outer world, the day was one of the hottest of the month of August, +peculiarly oppressive in northern countries. The sultry air penetrated the +depths of the coal mine, and elevated the temperature. The air which entered +through the ventilating shafts, and the great tunnel of Loch Malcolm, was +charged with electricity, and the barometer, it was afterwards remarked, had +fallen in a remarkable manner. There was, indeed, every indication that a storm +might burst forth beneath the rocky vault which formed the roof of the enormous +crypt of the very mine itself. +</p> + +<p> +But the inhabitants were not at that moment troubling themselves about the +chances of atmospheric disturbance above ground. Everybody, as a matter of +course, had put on his best clothes for the occasion. Madge was dressed in the +fashion of days gone by, wearing the “toy” and the +“rokelay,” or Tartan plaid, of matrons of the olden time, old Simon +wore a coat of which Bailie Nicol Jarvie himself would have approved. +</p> + +<p> +Nell had resolved to show nothing of her mental agitation; she forbade her +heart to beat, or her inward terrors to betray themselves, and the brave girl +appeared before all with a calm and collected aspect. She had declined every +ornament of dress, and the very simplicity of her attire added to the charming +elegance of her appearance. Her hair was bound with the “snood,” +the usual head-dress of Scottish maidens. +</p> + +<p> +All proceeded towards St. Giles’s chapel, which had been handsomely +decorated for the occasion. +</p> + +<p> +The electric discs of light which illuminated Coal Town blazed like so many +suns. A luminous atmosphere pervaded New Aberfoyle. In the chapel, electric +lamps shed a glow over the stained-glass windows, which shone like fiery +kaleidoscopes. At the porch of the chapel the minister awaited the arrival of +the wedding party. +</p> + +<p> +It approached, after having passed in stately procession along the shore of +Loch Malcolm. Then the tones of the organ were heard, and, preceded by the +minister, the group advanced into the chapel. The Divine blessing was first +invoked on all present. Then Harry and Nell remained alone before the minister, +who, holding the sacred book in his hand, proceeded to say, “Harry, will +you take Nell to be your wife, and will you promise to love her always?” +</p> + +<p> +“I promise,” answered the young man in a firm and steady voice. +</p> + +<p> +“And you, Nell,” continued the minister, “will you take Harry +to be your husband, and—” +</p> + +<p> +Before he could finish the sentence, a prodigious noise resounded from without. +One of the enormous rocks, on which was formed the terrace overhanging the +banks of Loch Malcolm, had suddenly given way and opened without explosion, +disclosing a profound abyss, into which the waters were now wildly plunging. +</p> + +<p> +In another instant, among the shattered rocks and rushing waves appeared a +canoe, which a vigorous arm propelled along the surface of the lake. In the +canoe was seen the figure of an old man standing upright. He was clothed in a +dark mantle, his hair was dishevelled, a long white beard fell over his breast, +and in his hand he bore a lighted Davy safety lamp, the flame being protected +by the metallic gauze of the apparatus. +</p> + +<p> +In a loud voice this old man shouted, “The fire-damp is upon you! +Woe—woe betide ye all!” +</p> + +<p> +At the same moment the slight smell peculiar to carburetted hydrogen was +perceptibly diffused through the atmosphere. And, in truth, the fall of the +rock had made a passage of escape for an enormous quantity of explosive gas, +accumulated in vast cavities, the openings to which had hitherto been blocked +up. +</p> + +<p> +Jets and streams of the fire-damp now rose upward in the vaulted dome; and well +did that fierce old man know that the consequence of what he had done would be +to render explosive the whole atmosphere of the mine. +</p> + +<p> +James Starr and several others, having hastily quitted the chapel, and +perceived the imminence of the danger, now rushed back, crying out in accents +of the utmost alarm, “Fly from the mine! Fly instantly from the +mine!” +</p> + +<p> +“Now for the fire-damp! Here comes the fire-damp!” yelled the old +man, urging his canoe further along the lake. +</p> + +<p> +Harry with his bride, his father and his mother, left the chapel in haste and +in terror. +</p> + +<p> +“Fly! fly for your lives!” repeated James Starr. Alas! it was too +late to fly! Old Silfax stood there, prepared to fulfill his last dreadful +threat—prepared to stop the marriage of Nell and Harry by overwhelming +the entire population of the place beneath the ruins of the coal mine. +</p> + +<p> +As he stood ready to accomplish this act of vengeance, his enormous owl, whose +white plumage was marked with black spots, was seen hovering directly above his +head. +</p> + +<p> +At that moment a man flung himself into the waters of the lake, and swam +vigorously towards the canoe. +</p> + +<p> +It was Jack Ryan, fully determined to reach the madman before he could do the +dreadful deed of destruction. +</p> + +<p> +Silfax saw him coming. Instantly he smashed the glass of his lamp, and, +snatching out the burning wick, waved it in the air. +</p> + +<p> +Silence like death fell upon the astounded multitude. James Starr, in the +calmness of despair, marvelled that the inevitable explosion was even for a +moment delayed. +</p> + +<p> +Silfax, gazing upwards with wild and contracted features, appeared to become +aware that the gas, lighter than the lower atmosphere, was accumulating far up +under the dome; and at a sign from him the owl, seizing in its claw the lighted +match, soared upwards to the vaulted roof, towards which the madman pointed +with outstretched arm. +</p> + +<p> +Another second and New Aberfoyle would be no more. +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly Nell sprang from Harry’s arms, and, with a bright look of +inspiration, she ran to the very brink of the waters of the lake. +“Harfang! Harfang!” cried she in a clear voice; “here! come +to me!” +</p> + +<p> +The faithful bird, surprised, appeared to hesitate in its flight. Presently, +recognizing Nell’s voice, it dropped the burning match into the water, +and, describing a wide circle, flew downwards, alighting at the maiden’s +feet. +</p> + +<p> +Then a terrible cry echoed through the vaulted roofs. It was the last sound +uttered by old Silfax. +</p> + +<p> +Just as Jack Ryan laid his hand on the edge of the canoe, the old man, foiled +in his purpose of revenge, cast himself headlong into the waters of the lake. +</p> + +<p> +“Save him! oh, save him!” shrieked Nell in a voice of agony. +Immediately Harry plunged into the water, and, swimming towards Jack Ryan, he +dived repeatedly. +</p> + +<p> +But his efforts were useless. The waters of Loch Malcolm yielded not their +prey: they closed forever over Silfax. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap19"></a>CHAPTER XIX.<br /> +THE LEGEND OF OLD SILFAX</h2> + +<p> +Six months after these events, the marriage, so strangely interrupted, was +finally celebrated in St. Giles’s chapel, and the young couple, who still +wore mourning garments, returned to the cottage. James Starr and Simon Ford, +henceforth free from the anxieties which had so long distressed them, joyously +presided over the entertainment which followed the ceremony, and prolonged it +to the following day. +</p> + +<p> +On this memorable occasion, Jack Ryan, in his favorite character of piper, and +in all the glory of full dress, blew up his chanter, and astonished the company +by the unheard of achievement of playing, singing, and dancing all at once. +</p> + +<p> +It is needless to say that Harry and Nell were happy. These loving hearts, +after the trials they had gone through found in their union the happiness they +deserved. +</p> + +<p> +As to Simon Ford, the ex-overman of New Aberfoyle, he began to talk of +celebrating his golden wedding, after fifty years of marriage with good old +Madge, who liked the idea immensely herself. +</p> + +<p> +“And after that, why not golden wedding number two?” +</p> + +<p> +“You would like a couple of fifties, would you, Mr. Simon?” said +Jack Ryan. +</p> + +<p> +“All right, my boy,” replied the overman quietly, “I see +nothing against it in this fine climate of ours, and living far from the luxury +and intemperance of the outer world.” +</p> + +<p> +Will the dwellers in Coal Town ever be called to witness this second ceremony? +Time will show. Certainly the strange bird of old Silfax seemed destined to +attain a wonderful longevity. The Harfang continued to haunt the gloomy +recesses of the cave. After the old man’s death, Nell had attempted to +keep the owl, but in a very few days he flew away. He evidently disliked human +society as much as his master had done, and, besides that, he appeared to have +a particular spite against Harry. The jealous bird seemed to remember and hate +him for having carried off Nell from the deep abyss, notwithstanding all he +could do to prevent him. Still, at long intervals, Nell would see the creature +hovering above Loch Malcolm. +</p> + +<p> +Could he possibly be watching for his friend of yore? Did he strive to pierce, +with keen eye, the depths which had engulfed his master? +</p> + +<p> +The history of the Harfang became legendary, and furnished Jack Ryan with many +a tale and song. Thanks to him, the story of old Silfax and his bird will long +be preserved, and handed down to future generations of the Scottish peasantry. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1355 ***</div> +</body> + +</html> + + |