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twg_000012581200 | stopped, for at the mention of the smuggler's name the pipe dropped from the old man's mouth, and his face grew pale. "Jim Cuttance!" he exclaimed after a moment's pause; "the villain, the scoundrel--what of him? what of him? No good, I warrant. There is not a rogue unhanged who deserves more richly to swing at the yar... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581201 | Cuttance. What said he about me?" When he finished this sentence the old man's composure was somewhat restored. He took a new pipe from the chimney-piece and began to fill it, while Oliver related all that he knew of the conversation between the two smugglers. When he had finished Hitchin smoked for some minutes in sil... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581202 | he said at length, "that the man means to do me bodily harm?" "I cannot tell," replied Oliver; "you can form your own judgment of the matter more correctly than I can, but I would advise you to be on your guard." "What says your friend?" asked Hitchin, turning towards Tregarthen, of whom, up to that point, he had taken | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581203 | no notice. Thus appealed to, the youth echoed Oliver's opinion, and added that the remark of Cuttance about his intention not to do something unknown _that_ night, and Joe Tonkin's muttered expressions of disbelief and an intention to watch, seemed to him sufficient to warrant unusual caution in the matter of locks, bo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581204 | a blinding flash of lightning, followed by a loud and prolonged peal of thunder. Oliver sprang up. "We must bid you good-night," he said, "for we have to walk to St. Just, and don't wish to get more of the storm than we can avoid." "But you cannot escape it," said Hitchin. "Nevertheless we can go as far as possible | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581205 | before it begins, and then take shelter under a bush or hedge, or in a house if we chance to be near one. I would rather talk in rain any day than drive in a kittereen!" "Pray be persuaded to stop where you are, gentlemen," said the old man in a tone of voice that was marvellously altered for the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581206 | better. "I can offer you comfortable quarters for the night, and good, though plain fare, with smuggled brandy of the best, and tobacco to match." Still Oliver and Tregarthen persisted in their resolution to leave, until Hitchin began to plead in a tone that showed he was anxious to have their presence in the house as ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581207 | began to waver, and when the old man hinted that they might thus find time to reconsider the matter of the Wherry Mine, they finally gave in, and made up their minds to stay all night. According to the opinion of a celebrated poet, the best-laid plans of men as well as mice are apt to miscarry. That night the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581208 | elements contrived to throw men's calculations out of joint, and to render their cupidity, villainy, and wisdom alike ineffectual. A storm, the fiercest that had visited them for many years, burst that night on the southern shores of England, and strewed her rocks and sands with wrecks and dead bodies. Nothing new in t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581209 | upon our shores, or who take an interest in, and read the records of, our royal and noble Lifeboat Institution. But with this great subject we have not to do just now, further than to observe, as we have said before, that in those days there were no lifeboats on the coast. Under the shelter of an old house on | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581210 | the shore at Penzance were gathered together a huge concourse of townspeople and seafaring men watching the storm. It was a grand and awful sight--one fitted to irresistibly solemnise the mind, and incline it, unless the heart be utterly hardened, to think of the great Creator and of the unseen world, which seems at su... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581211 | impressively near. The night was extremely dark, and the lightning, by contrast, peculiarly vivid. Each flash appeared to fill the world for a moment with lambent fire, leaving the painful impression on observers of having been struck with total blindness for a few seconds after, and each thunderclap came like the burs... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581212 | flash and crash, while the wind blew with almost tropical fury. The terrible turmoil and noise were enhanced tenfold by the raging surf, which flew up over the roadway, and sent the spray high above and beyond the tops of the houses nearest to the shore. The old house creaked and groaned in the blast as if it would com... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581213 | down, and the men taking shelter there looked out to sea in silence. The bronzed veterans there knew full well that at that hour many a despairing cry was being uttered, many a hand was stretched wildly, helplessly, and hopelessly from the midst of the boiling surf, and many a soul was passing into eternity. They would... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581214 | then, as well as now, to have risked life and limb to save fellow-creatures from the sea, but ordinary boats they knew could not live in such a storm. Among the watchers there stood Jim Cuttance. He had been drinking at a public-house in Penzance, and was at the time, to use his own expression, "three sheets in the win... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581215 | is, about half-drunk. What his business was nobody knew, and we shall not inquire, but he was the first to express his belief that the turret and bridge of the Wherry Mine would give way. As he spoke a vivid flash of lightning revealed the stout timbers of the mine standing bravely in the storm, each beam and chain pai... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581216 | black and sharp against the illumined sky and the foaming sea. "She have stud out many a gale," observed a weather-beaten old seaman; "p'raps she won't go down yet." "I do hope she won't," observed another. "She haven't got a chance," said Cuttance. Just then another flash came, and there arose a sharp cry of alarm fro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581217 | a ship was seen driving before the gale close in upon the land, so close that she seemed to have risen there by magic, and appeared to tower almost over the heads of the people. The moments of darkness that succeeded were spent in breathless, intense anxiety. The flashes, which had been fast enough before, seemed to ha... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581218 | now; but again the lightning gleamed--bright as full moonlight, and again the ship was seen, nearer than before--close on the bridge of the mine. "'Tis the Yankee ship broken from her anchors in Gwavus Lake," exclaimed a voice. The thunder-peal that followed was succeeded by a crash of rending timber and flying bolts t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581219 | told with greater power on the nerves of those who heard it. Once again the lightning flashed, and for a moment the American vessel was seen driving away before the wind, but no vestige of Wherry Mine remained. The bridge and all connected with it had been completely carried away, and its shattered remnants were engulf... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581220 | It deserved a better fate; but its course was run, and its hour had come. It passed away that stormy night, and now nothing remains but a few indications of its shaft-mouth, visible at low water, to tell of one of the boldest and most singular of mining enterprises ever undertaken and carried out by man. There was one ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581221 | of this imposing scene who was not very deeply impressed by it. Jim Cuttance cared not a straw for storms or wrecks, so long as he himself was safe from their influence. Besides, he had other work in hand that night, so he left the watchers on the beach soon after the destruction of the bridge. Buttoning his coat up | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581222 | to the neck, and pulling his sou'-wester tight over his brows, he walked smartly along the road to Newlyn, while many of the fishermen ran down to the beach to render help to the vessel. Between the town of Penzance and the village of Newlyn several old boats lay on the grass above high-water mark. Here the smuggler st... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581223 | gave a loud whistle. He listened a moment and than repeated it still louder. He was answered by a similar signal, and four men in sailor's garb, issuing from behind one of the boats, advanced to meet him. "All right, Bill?" inquired Cuttance. "All right, sur," was the reply. "Didn't I tell 'ee to leave them things behi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581224 | sternly, as he pointed to the butt of a pistol which protruded from the breast-pocket of one of the men; "sure we don't require powder and lead to overcome an old man!" "No more do we need a party o' five to do it," replied the man doggedly. To this Cuttance vouchsafed no reply, but, plucking the weapon from the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581225 | man, he tossed it far into the sea, and, without further remark, walked towards the fishing village, followed by his men. By this time the thunder and rain had abated considerably, but the gale blew with increased violence, and, as there were neither moon nor stars, the darkness was so intense that men less acquainted ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581226 | been obliged to proceed with caution. But the smugglers knew every foot of the ground between the Lizard and the Land's End, and they advanced with rapid strides until they reached the low wall that encompassed, but could not be said to guard, old Mr Hitchin's garden-plot. The hour was suited for deeds of darkness, bei... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581227 | and the noise of the gale favoured the burglars, who leaped the wall with ease and approached the back of the cottage. In ordinary circumstances Hitchin would have been in bed, and Cuttance knew his habits sufficiently to be aware of this; his surprise, therefore, was great when he found lights burning, and greater sti... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581228 | of the window-shutter, he observed two stout fellows seated at the old man's table. Charles Tregarthen he had never seen before, and, as Oliver Trembath sat with his back to the window, he could not recognise him. "There's company wi' the owld man," said Cuttance, returning to his comrades; "two men, young and stout, b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581229 | manage they!" This was said by way of an appeal, and was received with a grin by the others, and a brief recommendation to go to work without delay. For a few minutes they whispered together as to the plan of attack, and then, having agreed on that point, they separated. Cuttance and the man whom he had called Bill, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581230 | went to the window of the room in which Hitchin and his guests were seated, and stationed themselves on either side of it. The sill was not more than breast high. The other three men quickly returned, bearing a heavy boat's-mast, which they meant to use as a battering-ram. It had been arranged that Cuttance should thro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581231 | and, at the same moment, his comrades should rush at the shutter with the mast. The leader could not see their faces, but there was light sufficient to enable him to distinguish their dark forms standing in the attitude of readiness. He therefore stepped forward and made a powerful effort to force up the window, but it... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581232 | it shook violently. Those inside sprang up at the sound, and the smugglers sank down, as if by mutual consent, among the bushes which grew thickly near the window. "I told you it was only the wind," said Oliver Trembath, who had opened the shutter and gazed through the window for some time into the darkness, where, of ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581233 | saw nothing. Well was it for him that Cuttance refused to follow Bill's advice, which was to charge him through the window with the mast. The former knew that, with the window fastened, it would be impossible to force an entrance in the face of such a youth as Tregarthen, even although they succeeded in rendering the o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581234 | combat_, so he restrained Bill, and awaited his opportunity. Oliver's remark appeared to be corroborated by a gust of wind which came while he was speaking, and shook the window-frame violently. "There it is again," he said, turning to his host with a smile. "Depend upon it, they won't trouble you on such a night as th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581235 | refastened the shutter as he spoke, and they all returned to their places at the table. Unfortunately Oliver had not thought of examining the fastening of the window itself. Had he done so, he would have seen that it was almost wrenched away. Cuttance saw this, however, and resolved to make sure work of it next time. W... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581236 | with the battering-ram were again in position, he and Bill applied their united strength to the window, and it instantly flew up to the top. At same moment, bolts and bars gave way, and the shutter went in with a crash. Making use of the mast as a rest, Cuttance sprang on the window-sill and leaped into the room. The | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581237 | whole thing was done with such speed, and, if we may so express it, with such simultaneity of action, that the bold smuggler stood before the astonished inmates almost as soon as they could leap from their chairs. Cuttance ducked to evade a terrific blow which Oliver aimed at him with his fist, and in another instant g... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581238 | Tregarthen rushed to the window in time to meet Bill, on whose forehead he planted a blow so effectual that that worthy fell back into the arms of his friends, who considerately let him drop to the ground, and made a united assault on Charlie. Had Oliver Trembath possessed his wonted vigour, he would speedily have over... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581239 | his great strength, but his recent illness had weakened him a little, so that the two were pretty equally matched. The consequence was that, neither daring to loosen his hold in order to strike an effective blow, each had to devote all his energies to throw the other, in which effort they wrenched, thrust, and swung ea... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581240 | round the room that chairs and tables were overturned and smashed, and poor old Hitchin had enough to do to avoid being floored in the _melee_, and to preserve from destruction the candle which lighted the scene of the combat. At first Oliver had tried to free his right hand in order to strike, but, finding this imposs... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581241 | to throw the smuggler, and, with this end in view, lifted him bodily in the air and dashed him down, but Cuttance managed to throw out a leg and meet the ground with his foot, which saved him. He was a noted wrestler. He could give the famous Cornish hug with the fervour of a black bear, and knew all | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581242 | the mysteries of the science. Often had he displayed his great muscular power and skill in the ring, where "wrestlers" were wont to engage in those combats of which the poet writes:-- "They rush, impetuous, with a shock Their arms implicit, rigid, lock; They twist; they trip; their limbs are mixed; As one they move, as... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581243 | plant their feet in wider space, And stand like statues on their base." But never before had Jim Cuttance had to deal with such a man as Oliver Trembath, who swung him about among the chairs, and crashed him through the tables, until, seizing a sudden opportunity, he succeeded in flinging him flat on the floor, where h... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581244 | down, and planted his knee on his chest with such force that he nearly squeezed all the breath out of him. No word did Jim Cuttance utter, for he was incapable of speech, but the colour of his face and his protruding tongue induced Oliver to remove his knee. Meanwhile Charlie Tregarthen had enough to do at the window. ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581245 | he had tumbled Bill out, as we have described, two of the other men sprang at him, and, seizing him by the collar of his coat, attempted to drag him out. One of these he succeeded in overthrowing by a kick on the chest, but his place was instantly taken by the third of the bearers of the battering-ram, and | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581246 | for a few minutes the struggle was fierce but undecided. Suddenly there arose a great shout, and all three tumbled head over heels into the shrubbery. It was at this moment that Oliver rose from his prostrate foe. He at once sprang to the rescue; leaped out of the window, and was in the act of launching a blow at | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581247 | the head of the first man he encountered, when a voice shouted,--"Hold on, sur." It is certain that Oliver would have declined to hold on, had not the voice sounded familiar. He held his hand, and next moment Charlie appeared in the light of the window dragging a struggling man after him by the nape of the neck. At the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581248 | same time Joe Tonkin came forward trailing another man by the hair of the head. "Has Cuttance got off?" inquired Tonkin. "No," replied Oliver, leaping back into the room, just in time to prevent Jim, who had recovered, from making his escape. "Now, my man, keep quiet," said Oliver, thrusting him down into a chair. "You... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581249 | before, and you know that it is useless to attempt resistance." Cuttance vouchsafed no reply, but sat still with a dogged expression on his weather-beaten visage. Hitchin, whose nerves were much shaken by the scene of which he had been a trembling spectator, soon produced ropes, with which the prisoners were bound, and... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581250 | of safe keeping-- each of the victors leading the man he had secured, and old Hitchin going before--an excited advance-guard. The two men whom Tregarthen knocked down had recovered, and made their escape just before the fight closed. Oliver Trembath walked first in the procession, leading Jim Cuttance. "I gave you cred... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581251 | Oliver, as he walked along. "How could you make so cowardly an attack on an old man?" Cuttance made no reply, and Oliver felt sorry that he had spoken, for the remembrance of the incident at the Land's End was strong upon him, and he would have given all he possessed to have had no hand in delivering the smuggler | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581252 | up to justice. At the same time he felt that the attempt of Cuttance was a dastardly one, and that duty required him to act as he did. It seemed to Oliver as if Joe Tonkin had divined his thoughts, for at that moment he pushed close to him and whispered in his ear, "Jim Cuttance didn't mean to rob | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581253 | th' owld man, sur. He only wanted to give he a fright, an' make un pay what he did owe un." This was a new light on the subject to Oliver, who at once formed his resolution and acted on it. "Cuttance," he said, "it is not unlikely that, if brought to justice, you will swing for this night's adventure." | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581254 | He paused and glanced at the face of his prisoner, who still maintained rigid silence. "Well," continued our hero, "I believe that your intentions against Mr Hitchin were not so bad as they would appear to be--" "Who told 'ee that?" asked the smuggler sternly. "No matter," replied Oliver, drawing a knife from his pocke... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581255 | the cords that bound his prisoner. "There--you are free. I hope that you will make better use of your freedom in time to come than you have in time past, although I doubt it much; but remember that I have repaid the debt I owe you." "Nay," replied Cuttance, still continuing to walk close to his companion's side. "I did | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581256 | give you life. You have but given me liberty." "I'd advise you to take advantage of that liberty without delay," said Oliver, somewhat nettled by the man's remark, as well as by his cool composure, "else your liberty may be again taken from you, in which case I would not give much for your life." "If you do not assist, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581257 | there is no one here who can take me _now_," replied Cuttance, with a smile. "However, I'm not ungrateful-- good-night." As he said this, the smuggler turned sharp to the right into one of the numerous narrow passages which divide the dwellings of Newlyn, and disappeared. Charles Tregarthen, who was as sharp as a needl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581258 | man in charge of Tonkin, darted after the fugitive. He soon returned, however, wiping the perspiration from his brow, and declaring that he had well-nigh lost himself in his vain endeavours to find the smuggler. "How in all the world did you manage to let him go?" he demanded somewhat sharply of Oliver. "Why, Charlie,"... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581259 | laugh, "you know I have not been trained to the duties of a policeman, and it has always been said that Jim Cuttance was a slippery eel. However, he's gone now, so we had better have the others placed in safe custody as soon as possible." Saying this he passed his arm through that of old Mr Hitchin, and soon | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581260 | after the smugglers were duly incarcerated in the lock-up of Penzance. CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR. EXHIBITS THE MANAGING DIRECTOR AND THE SECRETARY OF WHEAL DOOEM IN CONFIDENTIAL CIRCUMSTANCES, AND INTRODUCES THE SUBJECT OF "LOCALS." About this time that energetic promoter of mining operations, Mr George Augustus Clearemout, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581261 | snug little back-office, or board-room, in one of the airiest little streets of the City of London, when this necessity became apparent to him. Mr Clearemout did not appear to have much to do at that particular time, for he contented himself with tapping the arm of his easy-chair with the knuckles of his right hand, wh... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581262 | gold watch-key with his left, and smiled occasionally. To judge from appearances it seemed that things in general were prospering with George Augustus. Everything about him was new, and, we might almost say, gorgeous. His coat and vest and pantaloons had a look and a cut about them that told of an extremely fashionable... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581263 | His rings, of which he wore several, were massive, one of them being a diamond ring of considerable value. His boots were faultlessly made, quite new, and polished so highly that it dazzled one to look at them, while his linen, of which he displayed a large quantity on the breast, was as white as snow--not London snow,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581264 | Altogether Mr G.A. Clearemout was a most imposing personage. "Come in," he said, in a voice that sounded like the deep soft whisper of a trombone. The individual who had occasioned the command by tapping at the door, opened it just enough to admit his head, which he thrust into the room. It was a shaggy red head belong... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581265 | a lad of apparently eighteen; its chief characteristics being a prolonged nose and a retracted chin, with a gash for a mouth, and two blue holes for eyes. "Please, sir, Mr Muddle," said the youth. "Admit Mr Muddle." The head disappeared, and immediately after a gentleman sauntered into the room, and flung himself lazil... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581266 | at the fireplace _vis-a-vis_ to the one in which Mr Clearemout sat, explaining that he would not have been so ceremonious had he not fancied that his friend was engaged with some one on business. "How are you, Jack?" said George Augustus. "Pretty bobbish," replied Jack. (He was the same Jack whom we have already introd... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581267 | friend and kindred spirit.) "Any news?" inquired Mr Clearemout. "No, nothing moving," said Jack languidly. "H'm, I see it is time to stir now, Jack, for the wheel of fortune is apt to get stiff and creaky if we don't grease her now and then and give her a jog. Here is a little pot of grease which I have | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581268 | been concocting and intend to lay on immediately." He took a slip of paper from a large pocket-book which lay at his elbow on the new green cloth-covered table, and handed it to his friend, who slowly opened and read it in a slovenly way, mumbling the most of it as he went on:-- "`WHEAL DOOEM, in St. Just, Cornwall--mu... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581269 | , shares. An old mine, m--m--every reason to believe--m--m--splendid lodes visible from--m--m. Depth of Adit fifty fathoms--m--depth below Adit ninety fathoms. Pumps, whims, engines, etcetera, in good working order--m-- little expense--Landowners, Messrs.--m--Manager at the Mine, Captain Trembleforem--m--thirteen men, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581270 | won't do to publish anything of this sort just yet, you know," said Secretary Jack in a remonstrative tone, "for there's nothing doing at all, I believe." "I beg your pardon," replied the managing director, "there is a good deal doing. I have written to St. Just appointing the local manager, and it is probable that thi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581271 | way by this time; besides, I shall set out for Cornwall to-morrow to superintend matters, leaving my able secretary in charge here in the meantime, and when he hears from me this paper may be completed and advertised." "I say, it looks awful real-like, don't it?" said Jack, with a grin. "Only fancy if it should turn ou... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581272 | a good mine after all--what a lark _that_ would be! and it might, you know, for it _was_ a real one once, wasn't it? And if you set a few fellows to sink the what-d'ye-call-'ems and drive the thingumbobs, it is possible they may come upon tin and copper, or something of that sort--wouldn't it be jolly?" "Of course it | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581273 | would, and that is the very thing that gives zest to it. It's a speculation, not a swindle by any means, and admirably suits our easy consciences. But, I say, Jack, you _must_ break yourself off talking slang. It will never do to have the secretary of the Great Wheal Dooem Mining Company talk like a street boy. Besides... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581274 | hate slang even in a blackguard--not to mention a black-leg--so you must give it up, Jack, you really must, else you'll ruin the concern at the very beginning." Secretary Jack started into animation at this. "Why, George," he said, drawing himself up, "I can throw it off when I please. Look here--suppose yourself an in... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581275 | that the prospects of this mine are most brilliant, and the discoveries that have been made in it since we commenced operations are incredible--absolutely incredible, sir. Some of the lodes (that's the word, isn't it?) are immensely rich, and upwards of a hundred feet thick, while the part that runs under the sea, or _... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581276 | at a depth of three thousand fathoms, is probably as rich in copper ore as the celebrated Botallack, whose majestic headland, bristling with machinery, overhangs the raging billows of the wide Atlantic, etcetera, etcetera. O George, it's a great lark entirely!" "You'll have to learn your lesson a little better, else yo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581277 | "A muddle of it--according to my name and destiny, George," said the secretary; "a muddle of it, and a fortune _by_ it." Here the secretary threw himself back in the easy-chair, and grinned at the opposite wall, where his eye fell on a large picture, which changed the grin into a stare of surprise. "What have we here, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581278 | said, rising, and fitting a gold glass in his eye--"not a portrait of Wheal Dooem, is it?" "You have guessed right," replied the other. "I made a few sketches on the spot, and got a celebrated artist to put them together, which he has done, you see, with considerable effect. Here, in the foreground, you observe," conti... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581279 | taking up a new white pointer, "stands Wheal Dooem, on a prominent crag overlooking the Atlantic, with Gurnard's Head just beyond. Farther over, we have the celebrated Levant Mine, and the famous Botallack, and the great Wheal Owles, and a crowd of other more or less noted mines, with Cape Cornwall, and the Land's End,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581280 | and the celebrated Logan Rock behind them, while we have Mounts Bay, with the beautiful town of Penzance, and St. Michael's Mount, and the Lizard in the background, with France in the remote distance." "Dear, _dear_ me! quite a geographical study, I declare," exclaimed Secretary Jack, examining the painting with some c... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581281 | once from Wheal Dooem?" "Not exactly from Wheal Dooem, Jack, but if you were to go up in a balloon a few hundred yards above the spot where it stands, you might see 'em all on a very clear day, if your eyes were good. The fact is, that I regard this picture as a triumph of art, exhibiting powerfully | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581282 | what is by artists termed `bringing together' and great `breadth,' united with exceedingly minute detail. The colouring too, is high--very high indeed, and the _chiaroscuro_ is perfect--" "Ha!" interposed Jack, "all the _chiar_ being on the surface, and the _oscuro_ down in the mine, eh?" "Exactly so," replied Clearemo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581283 | _chef_ _d'oeuvre_, and you must explain it to all who come to the office, as well as those magnificent geological sections rolled-up in the corner, which it would be well, by the way, to have hung up without delay. They arrived only this morning. And now, Jack, having explained these matters, I will leave you, to study... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581284 | leisure, while I prepare for my journey to Cornwall, where, by the way, I have my eye upon a sweet little girl, whose uncle, I believe, has lots of tin, both in the real and figurative sense of the word. Something may come of it--who knows?" Next morning saw the managing director on the road, and in due time he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581285 | found his way by coach, kittereen, and gig to St. Just, where, as before, he was hospitably received by old Mr Donnithorne. That gentleman's buoyancy of spirit, however, was not quite so great as it had been a few months before, but that did not much affect the spirits of Clearemout, who found good Mrs Donnithorne as m... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581286 | Ellis as sweet, as ever. It happened at this time that Oliver Trembath had occasion to go to London about some matter relating to his deceased mother's affairs, so the managing director had the field all to himself. He therefore spent his time agreeably in looking after the affairs of Wheal Dooem during the day, and ma... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581287 | Ellis in the evening. Poor Rose was by no means a flirt, but she was an innocent, straightforward girl, ignorant of many of the world's ways, and of a trusting disposition. She found the conversation of Mr Clearemout agreeable, and did not attempt to conceal the fact. Mr Clearemout's vanity induced him to set this down... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581288 | although Rose never consciously gave him, by word or look, the slightest reason to come to such a conclusion. One forenoon Mr Clearemout was sitting in Mr Donnithorne's dining-room conversing with Rose and Mrs Donnithorne, when the old gentleman entered and sat down beside them. "I had almost forgotten the original obj... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581289 | director, with a smile, and a glance at Rose; "the fact is that I am in want of a man to work at Wheal Dooem, a steady, trustworthy man, who would be fit to take charge--become a sort of overseer; can you recommend one?" Mr Donnithorne paused for a moment to reflect, but Mrs Donnithorne deeming reflection quite unneces... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581290 | once replied,--"Why, there are many such men in St. Just. There's John Cock, as good a man as you could find in all the parish, and David Trevarrow, and James Penrose-- he's a first-rate man; You remember him, my dear?" (turning to her worse half)--"one of our locals, you know." "Yes, my dear, I remember him perfectly.... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581291 | Clearemout, get a better man, I should say." "I think you observed, madam," said Mr Clearemout, "that this man is a `local.' Pray, what is a local?" Rose gave one of her little laughs at this point, and her worthy aunt exclaimed,--"La! Mr Clearemout, don't you know what a local preacher is?" "Oh! a _preacher_? Connecte... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581292 | I presume?" "Yes, and a first-rate man, I assure you." "But," said Mr Clearemout, with a smile, "I want a miner, not a preacher." "Well, he is a miner, and a good one too--" "Allow _me_ to explain, my dear," said Mr Donnithorne, interrupting his spouse. "You may not be aware, sir, that many of our miners are men of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581293 | considerable mental ability, and some of them possess such power of speech, and so earnest a spirit, that the Wesleyan body have appointed them to the office of local preaching. They do not become ministers, however, nor are they liable to be sent out of the district like them. They don't give up their ordinary calling... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581294 | preach in the various chapels of the district in which they reside, and thus we accomplish an amount of work which could not possibly be overtaken by the ordinary ministry." "Indeed! but are they not untrained men, liable to teach erroneous doctrine?" asked Mr Clearemout. "They are not altogether untrained men," replie... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581295 | examination, and must give full proof of their Christianity, knowledge, and ability before being appointed." "And good, excellent Christian men many of them are," observed Mrs Donnithorne, with much fervour. "Quite true," said her husband. "This James Penrose is one of our best local preachers, and sometimes officiates... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581296 | management of this matter are not always very judicious in their appointments. Some of our young men are sorely tempted to show off their acquirements, and preach _themselves_ instead of the gospel, and there are one or two whom I could mention whose hearts are all right, but whose brains are so muddled and empty that ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581297 | to teach their fellows. We must not, however, look for perfection in this world, Mr Clearemout. A little chaff will always remain among the wheat. There is no system without some imperfection, and I am convinced that upon the whole our system of appointing local preachers is a first-rate one. At all events it works wel... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581298 | the best proofs of its excellence." "Perhaps so," said Mr Clearemout, with the air of a man who did not choose to express an opinion on the subject; "nevertheless I had rather have a man who was _not_ a local preacher." "You can see and hear him, and judge for yourself," said Mr Donnithorne; "for he is, I believe, to | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581299 | preach in our chapel to-morrow, and if you will accept of a seat in our pew it will afford my wife and myself much--" "Thank you," interrupted Mr Clearemout; "I shall be very glad to take advantage of your kind offer. Service, you say, begins at--" "Ten precisely," said Mr Donnithorne. CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE. SHOWS THE MI... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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