Several days passed by. Dick did not seem exactly ill, but he prayed
and begged so hard that he might not go back to the pit, that when the
doctor came and said also it might do him harm, his father consented not
to take him. Still Joseph did not like losing his boy's wages. David
had promised, on the next Saturday, as soon as he came back from the
pit, to come and read to Dick. When the evening arrived, however, David
did not appear. Dick was beginning to complain very much of David, when
Mrs Adams came to ask if he was there, as he had never come home. When
Joseph came in, he said that he had not seen him all day. He thought
that he had not gone down into the pit. Mrs Adams began to get into a
great fright. David had left home in the morning to go to his work in
the pit, and she was sure that he would not have gone elsewhere. When
Joseph came in, he undertook to go to the pit's mouth and learn if David
had gone down. He came back, saying that there was no doubt about his
having gone down, but no one remembered for certain that he had come up
again.
"Oh father, let's you and I go down and look for him!" exclaimed Dick;
"I feel quite strong and able for it."
"Why I thought you'd be afraid of going down the pit again, boy,"
remarked Joseph.
"No, father," answered Dick, "I remember what that missionary gentleman
said the other day, if we are doing our duty we shouldn't fear, for God
will take care of us; and I am sure that I should be doing my duty
looking after David, who has been so kind to me."
Joseph could say nothing against it; so as soon as he had had some
supper, he, with Dick and Mrs Adams, set out to find the "doggy" of the
pit, to learn if he knew for certain that David had come up, and if not,
to get his and the "butty's" leave to go down and search for him. [Note
1.] On their way three or four other men offered to go with them.
The doggy could not say that David had come up, and the whole party,
therefore, were lowered down the pit, except Mrs Adams; she sat down
near the mouth, waiting anxiously for their return.
While she sat there, a lad dressed as a sailor drew near. He stood
still near the mouth of the pit, looking about him. The ground was
high; and he could have seen a long way had it not been for the smoke
from hundreds of tall chimneys which every now and then sent out thick
wreaths, which hung like a black cloud over the scene.
In the far distance was the large town of Newcastle, also full of tall
chimneys, with a cloud of smoke over it. Close to it flows the river
Tyne. All around were tall engine-houses, out of which came all sorts
of curious, dreadful sounds,--groans, and hissings, and whistlings, and
clankings of iron; while high up in the air, stretching out from them,
were huge beams like the arms of great giants working up and down in all
sorts of ways; some pumping water out of the mines from the underground
streams which run into them, others lifting the baskets of coal out of
the shafts, or bringing up or lowering down the miners and other men
engaged in the works. The noises proceeded chiefly from the gins, and
pulleys, and wheels, and railways; all busy in lifting the coal out of
the pit and sending it off towards the river. The whole country looked
black and covered with railway lines, each starting away from one of
these great engine-houses which are close to the mouths of the pits.
There were rows of small wagons or trucks on them, and as the huge arms
lifted up a corve, or basket, it was emptied into the wagon till they
were filled, and then away they started, some of them without engines,
down an inclined plane towards the river. Away they went at a rapid
rate, and it seemed as if they would be carried furiously over the
cliff, or rather the end of a long, high stage into the river. On a
sudden, however, they began to go slower; then they stopped, and one
wagon went off by itself from the rest till it got to the end of the
pier; then two great iron arms got hold of it, and gently, as if it was
a baby, lifted it off the pier and lowered it down till it reached the
deck of a vessel lying underneath. When there, the bottom opened and
the coals slipped out into the hold of the vessel. Then up the wagon
went again, and another came down in the same way, till the whole train
was emptied; then off the wagons set, rolling away to be filled again.
The sailor lad observed poor Mrs Adams's anxious, eager looks.
"What is the matter now, mother?" he asked, going up to her, and
speaking in a kind tone. "You seem down-hearted at something."
"Yes; well I may be, my lad, when my little son, as good and bright a
child as ever lived, has been and got lost down in the pit. He went
down at daybreak this morning, and no one has ever seen him since. Such
a dreadful place, too, full of dark passages and pits and worked-out
panels; and then there is the bad gas, which kills so many; and then
there are the rolleys, and many a poor lad has got run over with them.
Oh dear, oh dear!"
"Well, mother, I hope the lad will be found," said the young stranger.
"I didn't think the place was like that; may be you'll tell me something
more about it."
The poor widow was too glad to have some one to talk to, so she told the
lad all about the mine, the number of hours the boys worked, and the
wages they got, and the way they were treated generally. The young
sailor thanked her heartily. "I thought as how I'd been forced to lead
something like a dog's life at sea, and I had a mind to come and have a
turn at mining; for thinks I to myself, I'll have a dry jacket and
plenty of grub, and a turn in to a quiet bed every night, but now I hear
what sort of work it is, I'll go back to the old brig; we've daylight
and fresh air and change of scene, and though we are dirty enough at
times, I'll own we haven't to lie on our backs and peck away at coal in
a hole three feet high, with the chance of being blown to pieces any
moment."
"I can't say that you are wrong, my lad," said the poor widow, looking
up at the sailor. "It has been a fatal calling to those belonging to
me, and I would advise no one to enter it who has any other means of
living."
"Thank ye, mother, thank ye," answered the stranger, "I'll take your
advice, but I should like to know if they find that poor boy of yours; I
hope they will, that I do." The sailor could not stop any longer, as it
was getting late; but he asked the widow where she lived, that he might
come back and learn if her son was found. Then off he set, running as
hard as he could go, to get back to the high-road, by which he might
reach the river before it was dark.
Meantime Dick and his father and the other men went down the pit with
their lamps, to look for David. "It's like hunting for a needle in a
rick of hay, I'm thinking," said one of the men. "If we could learn
what way the little fellow was going when he was last seen; you know
there are more than sixty miles of road, taking all into account, and it
will be a pretty long business to walk over them."
"Right, mate, but the poor boy won't have got very far," observed Joseph
Kempson. "Come along now."
The men hurried on along the dark, low galleries. Dick every now and
then shouting out with his young, shrill voice, "David, David Adams!"
But there was no answer. It was a work of danger too; for they had to
pass along several passages in which the air felt very heavy, and they
knew well that if it had not been for their Davy lamps they would all
have been blown to pieces. They called and called, and looked into
every dark corner, still David was not to be found. The men began to
talk of giving up the search as a bad job. "Oh don't let us give up,
father," exclaimed Dick, "David must be somewhere." Joseph liked little
David, but still he was tired, and he thought, with the other men, that
they might hunt on for a week and yet not find him. However, they all
agreed to take another long round.
The poor widow sat and sat, anxiously waiting the return of her friends.
The banksman at the mouth of the pit received the signal from those
below that they were ready to be drawn up. It was now quite dark.
"Stay quiet, dame, stay quiet," he said, as the poor widow was about to
lean over the mouth of the pit to watch for her boy. "May be, after
all, the lad isn't there. I've known boys lost for many a day down the
pits, and yet found at last."
Little Dick with his father and the other men were soon at the top. As
they one after the other got out of the basket, the poor widow eagerly
advanced with out-stretched arms to clasp her son. "Oh my boy, my boy,
where are you? Come, David, come!" she exclaimed.
"Very sorry, Mrs Adams, very sorry; but we couldn't find the little
chap," said Samuel Kempson, in a tone which showed that he felt what he
said. The other men echoed his words. "Still it's better to come
without him than to bring him up as many have been brought up, as you
well know, without life in him. Don't give way now, we'll try again,
and more than likely that he'll find his way back to where people are at
work."
The widow heard some deep sobs. They came from Dick. "You're a kind,
good lad; you loved my boy," she cried, pressing him to her, and giving
way to bitter tears.
"And I will go down and look for him again, that I will, Mrs Adams; so
don't take on so, now," answered Dick, stopping his own sobs.
Samuel insisted on the widow coming to his house. She, after some
pressing, consented, and the men assisted her along in the dark towards
the village. They may have been rough in looks and rough in language,
but the widow's grief softened their hearts and made them kind and
gentle in their manner. Mrs Kempson received the poor widow with much
kindness, and did her best to comfort her.
They did little else all the evening but talk of little David and what
had become of him. Mrs Kempson recollecting what her own son had done,
observed that perhaps he had come up after all, and had gone away to
Newcastle, or Shields, to get on board ship.
"Oh no, no, my David would never have gone away from me," exclaimed Mrs
Adams; yet, as she said this, hope came back to her heart, for he might
perhaps have thought that he was going off to make his fortune, and that
if he came to her first she might prevent him. "Alack, alack, there's
little wisdom in young heads. Maybe he's gone that way, Mrs Kempson,"
she said at last, and the thought seemed to bring some comfort to her.
All appeared to agree with her except Dick. He was sure that David
would not have gone away without, at all events, hinting his intention
to him.
The next day was Sunday, when no mines are worked. Dick, in spite of
his fears of bogies, had made up his mind to go and search for his
friend alone if he could get no one to go with him. He thought perhaps
the butty would let him go down with his Davy lamp. He would fill his
pockets with bits of paper and drop them as he went along, so as to find
his way back, and to know where he had been over before. He had got
several old newspapers to tear up, and he would take a stick with him,
and a basket of food, and a bottle of beer, and he would go into every
nook and passage of the mine till he had found his friend. Dick's were
brave thoughts. He fancied that he should have foes of all sorts to
fight with, but for the sake of his friend he made up his mind to meet
them.
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Note 1. The "butty" is the head man over all the works, and indeed
everything about the pit; the "doggy" has charge of the underground
works, and looks after all the men and boys in the pit.