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twg_000012581000 | of the Lionesse, the tract of country called in the Cornish tongue Lethowsow. On they dashed, without uttering a word, over the bleak moors before them. Sometimes they halted to drink at a spring or tighten their girths, and occasionally a man fell behind from sheer exhaustion. At night they encamped, after a hard ride... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581001 | the flight was resumed, but the vindictive Mordred still thundered on in pursuit. Ere long they heard a trumpet sounding in their rear, and King Arthur's men halted for a few minutes, with the half-formed design of facing the foe and selling their lives dearly. While they paused in gloomy irresolution, gazing sternly o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581002 | back the rays of the morning sun, a mist rose up between them and their foes. It was a strange shadowy mist, without distinct form, yet not without resemblance to something ghostly. The knights at once recognised it as the shade of Merlin, the Great Wizard! Slowly the cloud uprose between the pursuers and pursued, effe... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581003 | although baffled, the former did not give up the chase. "At last Mordred reached a lofty slope, from the top of which he descried his enemies retreating across the land of Lionesse. Mad with rage, he descended to the plain, where soft sunlight shone through luxuriant glades and across the green pastures, gladdening the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581004 | was all peaceful, and gloriously beautiful, but Mordred's eyes saw it not, his heart felt not the sweet influences. The bitterness induced by hatred and an evil conscience reigned within, as he urged his steed furiously onward. "Suddenly a terrible change occurred in the atmosphere, which became oppressively sultry and... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581005 | the earth felt. At the same time the cloud gradually condensed in front of Mordred, and, assuming a distinct form, stood before him in the person of Merlin the Wizard. For a few seconds they stood face to face, frowning on each other in awful silence. Then Merlin raised his arm, and immediately the thunders and confuse... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581006 | the earth began to undulate and rend as if the foundations of the world were destroyed. Great fissures appeared, and the rocks welled up like the waves of the sea. With a cry of agony the pursuers turned to fly. But it was too late. Already the earth was rent into fragments; it upheaved convulsively for a few seconds; ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581007 | sank beneath the level of the deep, and the ocean rushed wildly over the land, leaving nothing behind to mark the spot where land had been, save the peaked and barren rocks you see before you, with the surge beating continually around them." "A most extraordinary tale, truly," said Oliver. "Do you believe it has any fo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581008 | the supernatural parts of it, of course," replied Tregarthen; "but there is _something_ in the fact that the land of Cornwall has unquestionably given up part of its soil to the sea. You are aware, I suppose, that St. Michael's Mount, the most beautiful and prominent object in Mounts Bay, has been described as `a hoare... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581009 | about six miles from the sea, although it now stands in the bay; and this idea of a sunken land is borne out by the unquestionable fact that if we dig down a few feet into the sand of the shore near Penzance, we shall come on a black vegetable mould, full of woodland _detritus_, such as branches, leaves of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581010 | coppice wood, and nuts, together with carbonised roots and trunks of forest trees of larger growth; and these have been found as far out as the lowest tide would permit men to dig! In addition to this, portions of land have been overwhelmed by the sea near Penzance, in the memory of men now alive." "Hum!" said Oliver, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581011 | his huge limbs like a giant basking in the sunshine, "I dare say you are correct in your suppositions, but I do not profess to be an antiquary, so that I won't dispute the subject with you. At the same time, I may observe that it does seem to me as if there were a screw loose somewhere in the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581012 | historical part of your narrative, for methinks I have read, heard, or dreamt, that King Arthur was Mordred's uncle, not his cousin, and that Mordred was slain, and that the king was the victor, at the fatal field of Camelford, although the victory was purchased dearly--Arthur having been mortally wounded and carried b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581013 | course, I won't pretend to doubt the truth of your narrative because of such trifling discrepancies. As to the encroachment of the sea on the Cornish coast, and the evidences thereof in Mounts Bay, I raise no objection thereto, but I cannot help thinking that we want stronger proof of the existence of the land of Lione... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581014 | Tregarthen, laughing, "you began by saying that you would not dispute the subject with me, and in two minutes you have said enough to have justified a regular attack on my part, had I been so disposed. However, we have a long road before us, so I must protest against a passage of arms just now." Having finished breakfa... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581015 | two friends proceeded along the coast a few miles to Tolpedenpenwith. Here, in the midst of the finest scenery on the coast, they spent the greater part of the day, and then proceeded to Penberth Cove, intending to secure a lodging for the night, order supper, and, while that was in preparation, pay a visit to the famo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581016 | Penberth Cove is one of the prettiest little vales in the west of Cornwall. It is enriched with groups of trees and picturesque cottages, and possesses a luxuriant growth of shrubs and underwood, that almost conceals from view the streamlet, which is the chief cause of its fertility. There were also, at the time we wri... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581017 | houses which, although not public inns, were open for the entertainment of travellers in a semi-private fashion. Here, therefore, our excursionists determined to put up for the night, with the widow of a fisherman who had perished in a storm while engaged in the herring fishery off the Irish coast. This good woman's ch... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581018 | prominent mental attribute good-humour. She at once received the gentlemen hospitably, and promised to prepare supper for them while they went to visit the far-famed Logan or Logging Rock, which lay in the vicinity. This rock is one of those freaks of nature which furnish food for antiquaries, points of interest to str... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581019 | goes to the Land's End must needs visit the Logan Rock, if he would "do" the country properly; and if our book were a "Guide to Cornwall," we should feel bound to describe it with much particularity, referring to its size, form, weight, and rocking quality, besides enlarging on the memorable incident in its career, whe... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581020 | the navy displaced it from its pivot by means of seamen and crowbars, and was thereafter ordered to replace it (a herculean task, which he accomplished at great cost) on pain of we know not what penalties. But, as we make no pretensions to the important office of a guide, we pass this lion by, with the remark that Oliv... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581021 | and his friend visited it and rocked it, and then went back to Penberth Cove to sup on pilchards, after which followed a chat, then bed, sound sleep, daybreak and breakfast, and, finally, the road to Penzance, with bright sunshine, light hearts, and the music of a hundred larks ringing in the sky. CHAPTER NINETEEN. SMA... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581022 | OF CORNISH FAIRIES. "What a splendid country for a painter of cliffs!" observed Oliver, as the friends walked briskly along; "I wonder much that our artists do not visit it more frequently." "Perhaps they find metal more attractive nearer home," replied Tregarthen; "all the world has not fallen so violently in love wit... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581023 | seem to have done. Besides, the country is somewhat remote. Mayhap when a railway runs into it, which will doubtless be the case before many years pass by, we shall see knights of the brush pitching their white tents on the Land's End; meanwhile we have a few promising young men of our own who bid fair to rival the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581024 | great Opie himself. You have heard of him, of course?" "I have heard of him indeed, and seen some of his works, but I'm ashamed to confess that, having left Cornwall when very young, and been a dweller in the far north of the kingdom ever since, I have only known the facts that he was a celebrated Cornish artist, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581025 | and became the President of the Royal Academy. Can you tell me anything of his personal history?" "Not much, but I can give you a brief outline of his career. John Opie was the son of a carpenter of St. Agnes, near Truro, and was discovered and extracted, like a `bunch' of rich ore, from the midst of the tin-mines, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581026 | by Dr Wolcot--who was celebrated under the name of Peter Pindar. The doctor first observed and appreciated Opie's talent, and, resolving to bring him into notice, wrote about him until he became celebrated as the `Cornish Wonder.' He also introduced people of note to the artist's studio in London, many of whom sat for ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581027 | satisfaction that the reputation of the `Cornish Wonder' spread far and wide, and orders came pouring in upon him, insomuch that he became a rich man and a Royal Academician, and ultimately President of the Academy. He married an authoress, and his remains were deposited in St. Paul's Cathedral, near to those of Sir Jo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581028 | grandfather say that he met him once in the town of Helston, and he described him as somewhat rough and unpolished, but a sterling, kind-hearted man." "Did he paint landscape at all?" inquired Oliver. "Not much, I believe. He devoted himself chiefly to portraits." "Well, now," said Oliver, looking round him; "it strike... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581029 | for a landscape painter. There is nowhere else such fine cliff scenery, and the wild moors, which remind me much of Scotland, are worthy of being sketched by an able brush." "People have curiously different opinions in reference to the moors which you admire so much," said Tregarthen. "A clergyman who lived and wrote n... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581030 | Cornwall in search of the picturesque, and he was so disappointed with what he termed a barren, desolate region, that he stopped suddenly on the road between Launceston and Bodmin, and turned his back on Cornwall for ever. As might be expected, such a man gave a very false idea of the country. On the other hand, a more... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581031 | writer, commenting on the first, speaks of his delight-- after having grown somewhat tired of the almost too rich and over-cultivated scenery of Kent--on coming to what he styled `a sombre apparition of the desert in a corner of green England,' and dwells with enthusiasm on `these solitudes, and hills crowned with rugg... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581032 | a character of desolate grandeur.' But this writer did more. He travelled through the country, and discovered that it possessed other and not less beautiful features; that there were richly clothed vales and beautiful rivulets, cultivated fields and prolific gardens, in close proximity to our grand cliffs and moors." "... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581033 | in the open air here, and attain to a size, and luxuriance which are rare in other parts of England. Why, I have seen myrtles, laurels, fuchsias, pomegranates, and hortensias forming hedges and growing on the windows and walls of many houses. To my mind Cornwall is one of the finest counties in England--of which Flora ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581034 | be proud, and in which fairies as well as giants might dwell with much delight." "Spoken like a true Cornishman!" said Tregarthen, laughing; "and in regard to the fairies I may tell you that we are not without a few of them, although giants confessedly preponderate." "Indeed!" said Oliver; "pray whereabouts do they dwe... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581035 | I suppose?" "What! the barren plain near Carn Kenidjack, to the north of St. Just?" "The same. Well, this is said to be a celebrated haunt of the pixies, who have often led benighted travellers astray, and shown them wonderful sights. Of course one never meets with any individual who has actually seen them, but I have ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581036 | those who have assured me they had known others who had conversed with persons who had seen fairies. One old man, in particular, I have heard of, who was quite convinced of the reality of a fairy scene which he once witnessed. "This old fellow was crossing the Gump one evening, by one of the numerous paths which inters... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581037 | It was summer-time. The sun had gone down beyond the sea-line, and the golden mists of evening were merging into the quiet grey that hung over the Atlantic. Not a breath of wind passed over land or sea. To the northward Chun Castle stood darkly on the summit of the neighbouring hill, and the cromlech loomed huge and my... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581038 | were traces of mystic circles and upright stones, and other of those inexplicable pieces of antiquity which are usually saddled on the overladen shoulders of the Druids. Everything, in fact--in the scene, the season, and the weather--contributed to fill the mind of the old man with romantic musings as he wended his way... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581039 | on the air a sound of sweet, soft music, like the gentle breathings of an Aeolian harp. He stopped and gazed around with looks of mingled curiosity and surprise, but could see nothing unusual. The mysterious sounds continued, and a feeling of alarm stole over him, for twilight was deepening, and home was still far dist... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581040 | but the music had such a charm for him that he could not quit the spot, so he turned aside to discover, if possible, whence it came. Presently he came to a spot where the turf was smoother and greener than elsewhere, and here the most wonderful and enchanting scene met his gaze. Fairies innumerable were before him; rea... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581041 | fairies, and no mistake. Lying down on the grass, the old man crept cautiously towards them, and watched their proceedings with deep interest. They were evidently engaged in the pleasant occupation of holding a fair. There were stalls, tastefully laid out and decorated with garlands of flowers. On these were spread mos... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581042 | To be sure the said costume was very scanty, and to all appearance more picturesque than useful; nevertheless there was great variety. Some wore heath-bells jauntily stuck on their heads; some were helmeted with golden blossoms of the furze, and looked warlike; others had nothing but their own luxuriant hair to cover t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581043 | the old man as being remarkably beautiful, and one of these, who wore an inverted tulip for a skirt, with a small forget-me-not in her golden hair, seemed to him the very picture of what his old Molly had been fifty years before. It was particularly noticeable that the stalls were chiefly patronised by the fairy fair s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581044 | exception of one or two which were much frequented by the men. At these latter, articles were sold which marvellously resembled cigars and brandy, and the old man declared that he saw them smoke the former, and that he smelt the latter; but as he had himself been indulging a little that evening in smuggled spirits and ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581045 | regard this as a somewhat ungenerous statement on his part, for it is ridiculous to suppose that fairies could be such senseless creatures as to smoke or drink! They danced and sang, however, and it was observed that one young man, with a yellow night-cap and a bad cold, was particularly conspicuous for his anxiety to ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581046 | "The music was naturally the great attraction of the evening. It consisted of a large band, and although some of the performers used instruments made of reeds, and straws, and other hollow substances, cut into various forms and lengths, most of them had noses which served the purpose of musical instruments admirably. I... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581047 | prolongation of the nose so like to a flesh-coloured clarionet, that it might easily have been mistaken for the real thing, and on this he discoursed the most seraphic music. Another fairy beside him had a much longer nose, which he used as a trombone with great effect. This fellow was quite a character, and played wit... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581048 | that, on more than one occasion, he brought on a fit of sneezing, which of course interrupted the music, and put the clarionet in a passion. A stout old misshapen gnome, or some such creature, with an enormous head, served for the big drum. Four fairies held him down, and a fifth belaboured his head with a drumstick. I... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581049 | wonderfully hollow, and convinced the old man that it was destitute of brains, and not subject to headache. "All the time that the old man gazed at them, troops of fairies continued to arrive, some on the backs of bats, from which they slipped as they whirred past; others descending, apparently, on moonbeams. The old m... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581050 | saw one attempting to descend by a starbeam, which, being apparently too weak to support his weight, broke, and let him down with a crash into the midst of a party who were very busy round a refreshment stall, where a liberal supply of mountain dew was being served out; but the old man never felt quite sure upon this | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581051 | point, for, at sight of the mountain dew, he felt so thirsty that he determined to taste it. Fixing his eyes on the stall, he suddenly threw his hat into the midst of the party, and made a dash at it; but, to his intense disappointment, the vision was instantly dispelled, and nothing was to be seen on the spot | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581052 | but a few snails creeping over the wet grass, and gossamer threads bespangled with dewdrops." "A very pretty little vision," exclaimed Oliver, "and not the first that has been prematurely dispelled by too ardent a pursuit of strong drink! And now, Charlie, as you appear to be in the vein, and we have still some distanc... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581053 | tell me something about the giants, and how it came to pass that they were so fond of roaming about Cornwall?" "Their fondness for it, Oliver, must be ascribed to the same cause as your own--just because it is a lovable place," said Tregarthen; "moreover, being a thinly-peopled county, they were probably not much distu... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581054 | To recount their surprising deeds would require a longer space of time than is just now at our disposal, but you have only to look round, in passing through the country, to understand what a mighty race of men they were. There are `giants' quoits,' as you know, without end, some of which have the marks of the fingers a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581055 | thumbs with which they grasped them. Their strength may be estimated by the fact that one of these quoits is no less than forty feet long and twenty wide, and weighs some hundreds of tons. It would puzzle even your strong arm to toss such a quoit! One of these giants was a very notable fellow. He was named `Wrath,' | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581056 | and is said to have been in the habit of quenching his thirst at the Holy Well under St. Agnes's Beacon, where the marks of his hands, made in the solid granite while he stooped to drink, may still be seen. This rascal, who was well named, is said to have compelled poor St. Agnes, in revenge for her refusing | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581057 | to listen to his addresses, to carry in her apron to the top of Beacon Hill the pile of stones which lies there. But here we are at Penzance, so we shall have done with fiction for the present, and revert to matters of fact. You have business with a lawyer, I believe, and I have business for a short | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581058 | time with a friend. Let us appoint a time and place of meeting." "What say you to the Wherry Mine at two o'clock?" said Oliver. "It is probable that my business will be concluded by that time, when we can go and see this mine together. My uncle seems to set great store by it, because of an old prophecy | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581059 | to the effect that some day or other it will enrich somebody!" "Why, that prophecy has been fulfilled long ago," said Tregarthen, with a laugh. "The mine was a bold undertaking, and at one time paid well, but I fear it won't do so again. However, let us meet there; so farewell, old boy, till two." CHAPTER TWENTY. THE M... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581060 | IN THE SEA. True to their appointment, young Tregarthen and Oliver Trembath met at the western end of the town of Penzance, close to the sea-beach, where a mass of buildings and a chimney indicated the position of the Wherry Mine. Oliver's countenance betrayed anxiety as he came forward. "Nothing wrong, I hope?" said T... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581061 | that things are wrong; but, at the same time, I don't know that they are altogether right." "Much the same thing," said Tregarthen, smiling; "come, Oliver, unbosom yourself, as novelists say. It will do you good, and two heads, you know, are better than one." "It's not easy to unbosom myself, old fellow," returned Oliv... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581062 | my poor uncle's affairs are in a perplexed condition, and I hate explanations, especially when I don't understand the nature of what I attempt to explain, so we'll not talk about it, please, till after our visit to the mine. Let it suffice to say that that notorious smuggler Jim Cuttance is concerned in it, and that we... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581063 | to Newlyn this afternoon on a piece of business which I shall afterwards disclose. Meanwhile, where is this mine?" "Lift up your eyes and behold," said Tregarthen, pointing to an object which was surrounded by the sea, and stood above two hundred yards from the beach. "What! that martello-tower-like object?" exclaimed ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581064 | thereupon proceeded to give his friend a history and description of the mine--of which the following is the substance:-- At the western extremity of the sea-beach at Penzance there is a reef of sunken rocks which shows its black crest above water at low tide. It was discovered that this reef contained tin, and the peop... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581065 | it with hammers and chisels, when each receding tide left it exposed, as long as the seasons would permit, until the depth became unmanageable. After having been excavated a few fathoms the work was abandoned. Fortunately for the progress of this world there exist a few enterprising men whom nothing can discourage, who... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581066 | and to gather additional vigour and resolution from increasing difficulties. These men are not numerous, but the world is seldom without a few of them; and one made his appearance in Penzance about the end of last century, in the person of a poor miner named Thomas Curtis. This man conceived the bold design of sinking ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581067 | water-covered rock, and thus creating a mine not only _under_, but _in_ the sea. With the energy peculiar to his class he set to work. The distance of the rock from the beach was about two hundred and forty yards; the depth of water above it at spring tides about nineteen feet. Being exposed to the open sea, a consider... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581068 | surf is raised on it at times by the prevailing winds, even in summer; while in winter the sea bursts over with such force as to render all operations on it impossible. That Curtis was a man of no common force of character is obvious from the fact that, apart from the difficulties of the undertaking, he could not expec... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581069 | to derive any profit whatever from his labour for several years. As the work could only be carried on during the short period of time in which the rock was above water, and part of this brief period must necessarily be consumed each tide in pumping out the water in the excavation, it of course progressed slowly. Three ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581070 | consumed in sinking the pump-shaft. After this a framework, or caisson, of stout timber and boards, was built round the mouth of the shaft, and rendered watertight with pitch and oakum. It rose to a height of about twelve feet above the surface of the sea, and was strengthened and supported by stout bars, or buttresses... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581071 | was placed on the top, and a windlass, at which four men could work, was fixed thereon. This erection was connected with the shore by a stage or "wherry" erected on piles. The water was cleared out; the men went "underground," and, with the sea rolling over their heads, and lashing wildly round the turret which was the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581072 | from terrible and instant destruction, they hewed daily from the submarine rock a considerable portion of tin. These first workers, however, had committed an error in carrying on their operations too near the surface, so that water permeated freely through the rock, and the risk of the pressure above being too great, f... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581073 | timbers necessary. The water, too, forced its way through the shaft during the winter months, so that the regular working of the mine could not be carried on except in summer; nevertheless, this short interval was sufficient to enable the projector to raise so much ore that his mine got the reputation of being a profit... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581074 | wrought successfully for many years. About the end of the century the depth of the pump-shaft was about four fathoms, and the roof had been cut away to the thinness of three feet in some places. Twelve men were employed for two hours at the windlass in hauling the water, while six others were "teaming" from the bottom ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581075 | pump. When sufficient water had been cleared away the men laboured at the rock for six hours--in all, eight hours at a time. The prolific nature of the mine may be gathered from the fact that in the space of six months ten men, working about one tenth of that time--less than three weeks--broke about pounds worth of ore... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581076 | one summer , pounds worth of tin was raised! A steam-engine was ultimately attached to the works, and the mine was sunk to a depth of sixteen fathoms, but the expense of working it at length became so great that it was abandoned--not, however, before ore to the amount of , pounds had been raised from under the sea! At | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581077 | the time of our tale another effort had been made to work the Wherry Mine, and great expectations had been raised, but these expectations were being disappointed. Our unfortunate friend Mr Donnithorne was among the number of those who had cause to regret having ventured to invest in the undertaking, and it was to make ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581078 | unfavourable rumours touching the mine that Oliver Trembath had been sent to Penzance. After inspecting Wherry Mine the two friends walked along the shore together, and Oliver explained the nature of the difficulties in which his uncle was involved. "The fact is, Charlie," he said, "an old fish-purchaser of Newlyn name... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581079 | concern. He is as rich, they say, as Croesus, and if we could only prevail on him to be amiable the thing might be carried on for some time longer with every hope of a favourable result, for there can be no doubt whatever that there is plenty of tin in the mine yet, and the getting of it out | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581080 | is only a question of time and capital." "A pretty serious question--as most speculators find," said Tregarthen, laughing; "you appear to think lightly of it." "Well, I don't pretend to know much about such matters," replied Oliver, "but whatever may be the truth of the case, old Hitchin refuses to come forward. He say... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581081 | just now, which nobody seems to believe, and that he owes an immense sum of money to Jim Cuttance, the smuggler, for what, of course, he will not tell, but we can have no difficulty in guessing. He says that Cuttance is pressing him just now, and that, therefore, he cannot afford to advance anything on the mine. This b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581082 | the case it must go down, and, if it does, one of the last few gleams of prosperity that remain to my poor uncle will have fluttered away. This must be prevented, if possible, and it is with that end in view that I purpose going to Newlyn this afternoon to see Hitchin and bring my persuasive powers to bear | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581083 | on him." "H'm, not of much use, I fear," said Tregarthen. "Hitchin is a tough old rascal, with a hard heart and a miserly disposition. However, it may be worth while to make the attempt, for you have a very oily tongue, Oliver." "And you have an extremely impudent one, Charlie. But can you tell me at what time the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581084 | mackerel boats may be expected this evening, for it seems the old fellow is not often to be found at home during the day, and we shall be pretty sure to find him on the beach when the boats arrive?" Thus appealed to, Tregarthen cast a long look at the sea and sky. "Well, I should say, considering the state | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581085 | of the tide and the threatening appearance of the sky, we may expect to see them at six o'clock, or thereabouts." "That leaves us nearly a couple of hours to spare; how shall we spend it?" said Oliver. "Go and have a look at this fine old town," suggested Tregarthen. "It is worth going over, I assure you. Besides the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581086 | town hall, market, museum, etcetera, there are, from many points of the surrounding eminences, most superb views of the town and bay with our noble St. Michael's Mount. The view from some of the heights has been said by some visitors to equal that of the far-famed Bay of Naples itself." "Part of this I have already see... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581087 | "the rest I hope to live to see, but in the meantime tin is uppermost in my mind; so if you have no objection I should like to have a look at the tin-smelting works. What say you?" "Agreed, by all means," cried Tregarthen; "poor indeed would be the spirit of the Cornishman who did not feel an interest in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581088 | tin!" CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. TREATS OF TIN-SMELTING AND OTHER MATTERS. There is something grand in the progress of a mechanical process, from its commencement to its termination. Especially is this the case in the production of metals, nearly every step in the course of which is marked by the hard, unyielding spirit of _v... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581089 | the tremendous power of intelligence, machinery, and manual dexterity on the other. Take, for example, the progress of a mass of tin from Botallack. Watch yonder stalwart miner at work, deep in the bowels of the mine. Slowly, with powerful blows, he bores a hole in the hard rock. After one, two, or three hours of inces... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581090 | ready for the powder. It is charged; the match is applied; the man takes shelter behind a projection; the mass is rent from its ancient bed, and the miner goes off to lunch while the smoke is clearing away. He returns to his work at length, coughing, and rubbing his eyes, for smoke still lingers there, unable, it would... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581091 | to find its way out; and no wonder, lost as it is in intricate ramifications at the depth of about one thousand five hundred feet below the green grass! He finds but a small piece of ore--perhaps it is twice the size of his head, it may be much larger, but, in any case, it is an apparently poor return | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581092 | for the labour expended. He adds it, however, to the pile at his side, and when that is sufficiently large fills a little iron wagon, and sends it up "to grass" through the shaft, by means of the iron "kibble." Here the large pieces of ore are broken into smaller ones by a man with a hammer; as far as | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581093 | the inexperienced eye can distinguish he might be breaking ordinary stones to repair the road! These are then taken to the "stamps." Those who have delicate nerves would do well to keep as far as possible from the stamps of a tin-mine! Enormous hammers or pounders they are, with shanks as well as heads of malleable-iro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581094 | head together, seven hundredweight. They are fearful things, these stamps; iron in spirit as well as in body, for they go on for ever-- night and day--wrought by a steam-engine of one hundred horse-power, as enduring as themselves. The stamps are so arranged as to be self-feeders, by means of huge wooden troughs with s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581095 | is thrown in quantities sufficient to keep them constantly at work without requiring much or constant attendance. Small streams of water trickle over the ore to keep it slowly sliding down towards the jaws, where the stamps thunder up and down alternately. A dread power of pounding have they, truly; and woe be to the t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581096 | get beneath them! The rock they have to deal with is, as we have said, uncommonly hard, and it enters the insatiable mouth of the stamps about the size of a man's fist, on the average, but it comes out from these iron jaws so exceeding fine as to be incapable of thickening the stream of reddish-yellow water that carrie... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581097 | it away. The colour of the stream is the result of iron, with which the tin is mingled. The particles of tin are indeed set free by the stamps from solid bondage, but they are so fine as to be scarcely visible, and so commingled with other substances, such as iron, copper, sulphur, etcetera, that a tedious process of s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581098 | has yet to be undergone before the bright metal can be seen or handled. At the present time the stream containing it is poured continuously on several huge wooden tables. These tables are each slightly raised in the centre where the stream falls, so that all the water runs off, leaving the various substances it contain... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581099 | and these substances are spread over it regularly, while being deposited, by revolving washers or brushes. Tin, being the heaviest of all the ingredients contained in the stream, falls at once to the bottom, and is therefore, deposited on the head or centre of the table; iron, being a shade lighter, is found to lodge i... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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