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twg_000012581600 | unbosomed herself. Charlie repaid her with more than thanks, and almost hugged her in his gratitude for her prompt activity. "And now, Mrs Hicks," said he, "you shall see how we will thwart this scoundrel. As for Oliver Trembath, I cannot imagine what could take him into Penzance in the wild state that you describe. Of... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581601 | to do with it, and he evidently has learned something of this, and must have misunderstood the matter, else assuredly he had not been absent at such a time. But why go to Penzance? However, he will clear up the mystery ere long, no doubt. Meanwhile we shall proceed to thwart your schemes, good Mr Clearemout!" So saying... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581602 | set about laying his counter-plans. He also, as the managing director had done, visited several men, some of whom were miners and some smugglers, and arranged a meeting that evening near Cape Cornwall. When evening drew on apace, four separate parties converged towards Priest's Cove. First, a boat crept along shore pro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581603 | Secondly, six stout men crept stealthily down to the cove, led by Charlie Tregarthen, with Maggot as his second in command. Thirdly, Rose Ellis wended her way to the rendezvous with trembling step and beating heart; and, fourthly, George Augustus Clearemout moved in the same direction. But the managing director moved f... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581604 | travel, for, having had to pay a last visit to Wheal Dooem, he rode thence to St. Just. On the way he was particularly interested in a water-wheel which worked a pump, beside which a man in mining costume was seated smoking his pipe. "Good-evening," said Clearemout, reining up. "Good-hevenin', sur." "What does that pum... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581605 | to the wheel. "That, sur?" said the miner, drawing a few whiffs from his pipe; "why, that do pump gold out o' the Londoners, that do." The managing director chuckled very much, and said, "Indeed!" "Iss, sur," continued the miner, pointing to Wheal Dooem, "an' that wan theere, up over hill, do the same thing." The manag... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581606 | more at this, and displayed his teeth largely as he nodded to the man and rode on. Before his arrival at the rendezvous, the boat was run ashore not far from the spot where Tregarthen and his men were concealed. As soon as the men had landed, Charlie walked down to them alone and accosted their leader. "Well, Cuttance,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581607 | a pretty fellow to put your finger in such a dirty pie as this." Cuttance had seen the approach of Tregarthen with surprise and some alarm. "Well, sur," said he, without any of the bold expression that usually characterised him, "what can a man do when he's to be well paid for the job? I do confess that I don't | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581608 | half like it, but, after all, what have we got to do weth the opinions of owld aunts or uncles? If a gurl do choose to go off wi' the man she likes, that's no matter to we, an' if I be well paid for lendin' a hand, why shouldn't I? But it do puzzle me, Mr Tregarthen, to guess | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581609 | how yow did come to knaw of it." "That don't signify," said Tregarthen sternly. "Do you know who the girl is?" "I don't knaw, an' I don't care," said Jim doggedly. "What would you say if I told you it was Miss Rose Ellis?" said Charlie. "I'd say thee was a liard," replied Cuttance. "Then I do tell you so." | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581610 | "Thee don't mean that!" exclaimed the smuggler, with a blaze of amazement and wrath in his face. "Indeed I do." "Whew!" whistled Jim, "then that do explain the reason why that smooth-tongued feller said he would car' her to the boat close veiled up for fear the men should see her." A rapid consultation was now held by ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581611 | as to the proper mode of proceeding. Cuttance counselled an immediate capture of the culprit, and pitching him off the end of Cape Cornwall; but Tregarthen advised that they should wait until Clearemout seized his victim, otherwise they could not convict him, because he would deny any intention of evil against Rose, an... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581612 | been scared away by their impetuosity, was concerned, for they might depend on it he'd get up a plausible story and defeat them. Tregarthen's plan was finally agreed to, and he returned to his men and explained matters. Soon afterwards the managing director appeared coming down the road. "Is all right?" he inquired of ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581613 | him. "All right, sur." "Go down to the boat then and wait," he said, turning away. Ere long he was joined by Rose, with whom he entered into conversation, leading her over the cape so as to get out of sight of the men, but young Tregarthen crept among the rocks and never for a moment lost sight of them. | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581614 | He saw Clearemout suddenly place a kerchief on Rose's mouth, and, despite the poor girl's struggles, tie it firmly so as to prevent her screaming, then he threw a large shawl over her, and catching her in his arms bore her swiftly towards the boat. Tregarthen sprang up and confronted him. Clearemout, astonished and mad... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581615 | aside, sir! _You_ have no interest in this matter, or right to interfere." Charlie made no reply, but sprang on him like a tiger. Clearemout dropped his burden and grappled with the youth, who threw him in an instant, big though he was, for Tregarthen was a practised wrestler, and the managing director was not. His gre... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581616 | him to get on his knees, and there is no saying how the struggle might have terminated had not Cuttance come forward, and, putting his hard hands round Clearemout's throat, caused that gentleman's face to grow black, and his tongue and eyes to protrude. Having thus induced him to submit, he eased off the necklace, and ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581617 | while the men of both parties crowded round. "Now, then, boys," cried Jim Cuttance, "bear a hand, one and all, and into the say with him." The managing director was at once knocked off his legs, and borne shoulder-high down to the beach by as many hands as could lay hold of him. Here they paused:-- "All together, boys-... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581618 | the word the unfortunate man was shot, by strong and willing arms, into the air like a bombshell, and fell into the water with a splash that was not unlike an explosion. Clearemout was a good swimmer. When he came to the surface he raised himself, and, clearing the water from his eyes, glanced round. Even in that extre... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581619 | quickness and self-possession of the man did not forsake him. He perceived, at a glance, that the boat which, in the excitement of the capture, had been left by all the men, had floated off with the receding tide, and now lay a short distance from the shore. At once he struck out for it. There was a shout of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581620 | consternation and a rush to the water's edge. Maggot shot far ahead of the others, plunged into the sea, and swam off. Observing this, and knowing well the courage and daring of the man, the rest stopped on the shore to witness the result. Clearemout reached the boat first, but, owing to exhaustion, was unable to raise... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581621 | Maggot soon came up and grasped him by the throat, both men managed to get their arms over the gunwale, but in their struggle upset the boat and were separated. Clearemout then made for the shore with the intention of giving himself up, and Maggot followed, but he was not equal in swimming to the managing director, who... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581622 | strokes easily took him beyond the reach of his pursuer. He reached the shore, and stalked slowly out of the water. At the same moment Maggot sank and disappeared. The consternation of his comrades was so great that in the confusion their prisoner was unheeded. Some sprang into the sea and dived after Maggot; others sw... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581623 | to right it and get the boat-hooks. Suddenly those who had remained on the beach observed something creep out of the sea near to some rocks a little to the right of the place where they stood. They ran towards it. "Hallo! is that you, old Maggot?" they cried. It was indeed the valiant smith himself! How he got there | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581624 | no one ever knew, nor could himself tell. It was conjectured that he must have become partially exhausted, and, after sinking, had crept along the bottom to the shore! However, be that as it may, there he was, lying with his arm lovingly round a rock, and the first thing he said on looking up was,--"Aw! my dear men, ha... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581625 | any of 'ee got a chaw of baccy about 'ee?" This was of course received with a shout of laughter, and unlimited offers of quids while they assisted him to rise. Meanwhile Tregarthen was attending to Rose, who had swooned when Clearemout dropped her. He also kept a watch over the prisoner, who, however, showed no intenti... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581626 | escape, but sat on a stone with his face buried in his hands. The men soon turned their attention to him again, and some of the more violent were advancing to seize him, with many terrible threats of further vengeance, when Rose ran between them, and entreated them to spare him. Tregarthen seconded the proposal, and ur... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581627 | had got pretty severe punishment already, they should set him free. This being agreed to, Charlie turned to the managing director, and said, with a look of pity, "You may go, sir, but, be assured, it is not for your own sake that we let you off. You know pretty well what the result would be if we chose to | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581628 | deliver you up to justice; we care more, however, for the feelings of this lady--whose name would be unavoidably and disagreeably brought before the public at the trial--than we care for your getting your merited reward. But, mark me, if you ever open your lips on the subject, you shall not escape us." "Iss," added Jim... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581629 | chucklehead, that if you do write or utter wan word 'bout it, after gettin' back to London, there are here twelve Cornish men who will never rest till they have flayed thee alive!" "You need have no fear," said Clearemout with a bitter smile, as he turned and walked away, followed by a groan from the whole party. "Now,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581630 | said Cuttance after he was gone, "not wan word of this must ever be breathed, and we'll howld 'ee responsible, David Hicks, for t' wife's tongue; dost a hear?" This was agreed to by all, and, to the credit of these honest smugglers, and of Mrs Hicks, be it said, that not a syllable about the incident was ever heard | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581631 | of in the parish of St. Just from that day to this! CHAPTER THIRTY TWO. TOUCHES ON LOVE AND ON PILCHARD FISHING. There can be no doubt that "Fortune favours the brave," and Maggot was one of those braves whom, about this time, she took special delight in favouring. Wild and apparently reckless though he was, Maggot had... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581632 | an ambitious hope, and had for some time past been laying by money for the purpose of accomplishing his object, which was the procuring of a seine-net and boats for the pilchard fishery. The recent successes he had met with in Botallack enabled him to achieve his aim more rapidly than he had anticipated, and on the day... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581633 | in which Clearemout received his deserts, he went to Penberth Cove to see that all was in readiness, for pilchards had recently appeared off the coast in small shoals. That same day Oliver Trembath, having spent a night of misery in Penzance, made up his mind to return to St. Just and face his fate like a man; but he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581634 | found it so difficult to carry this resolve into effect that he diverged from the highroad--as he had done on his first memorable visit to that region--and, without knowing very well why, sauntered in a very unenviable frame of mind towards Penberth Cove. Old Mr Donnithorne possessed a pretty villa near the cove, to wh... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581635 | when Mrs D felt a desire for change of air, and in which he frequently entertained large parties of friends in the summer season. In his heart poor Mr Donnithorne had condemned this villa "to the hammer," but the improved appearance of things in the mines had induced him to suspend the execution of the sentence. News o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581636 | of pilchards, and a desire to give Rose a change after her late adventure, induced Mr Donnithorne to hire a phaeton (he had recently parted with his own) and drive over to Penberth. Arrived there, he sauntered down to the cove to look after his nets--for he dabbled in pilchard fishing as well as in other matters--and R... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581637 | to have a quiet, solitary walk. Thus it came to pass that she and Oliver Trembath suddenly met in a lonely part of the road between Penberth and Penzance. Ah, those sudden and unexpected meetings! How pleasant they are, and how well every one who has had them remembers them! "Miss Ellis!" exclaimed Oliver in surprise. ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581638 | in amazement. You see, reader, how polite they were, but you can neither see nor conceive how great was the effort made by each to conceal the tumult that agitated the breast and flushed the countenance, while the tongue was thus ably controlled. It did not last long, however. Oliver, being thrown off his guard, asked ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581639 | questions, and Rose, in her somewhat irrelevant replies, happened to make some reference to "that villain Clearemout." "Villain?" echoed Oliver in undisguised amazement. "The villain," repeated Rose, with a flushed face and flashing eye. "What? why? how?--really, excuse me, Miss Ellis--I--I--the villain-- Clearemout--y... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581640 | suddenly said,--"Surely, Mr Trembath, you have heard of his villainy?" "No, never; not a word. Pray do tell me, Miss Ellis." Rose at once related the circumstances of her late adventure, with much indignation in her tone and many a blush on her brow. Before she had half done, Oliver's powers of restraint gave way. "The... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581641 | he exclaimed. "Loved him, sir! I do not understand--" "Forgive me, Rose; I mean--I didn't imagine--that is to say--oh! Rose, can it be--is it possible--my _dear_ girl!" He seized her hand at this point, and--but really, reader, why should we go on? Is it not something like a violation of good taste to be too particular... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581642 | sufficient to say that old Mr Donnithorne came suddenly, and of course unexpectedly, on them at that critical juncture, rendering it necessary for Rose to burst away and hide her blushing face on her uncle's shoulder, while Oliver, utterly overwhelmed, turned and walked (we won't say fled) at full speed in the directio... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581643 | in a condition that was admirably suited to the state of his feelings. The fishermen of the cove were in a state of wild excitement, for an enormous shoal of pilchards had been enclosed in the seine-nets, and Maggot with his men, as well as the people employed by Mr Donnithorne, were as much over head and ears in fishi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581644 | as Oliver was in love. Do you ask, "Why all this excitement?" We will tell you. The pilchard fishing is to the Cornish fisherman what the harvest is to the husbandman, but this harvest of the sea is not the result of prolonged labour, care, and wisdom. It comes to him in a night. It may last only a few | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581645 | days, or weeks. Sometimes it fails altogether. During these days of sunshine he must toil with unwonted energy. There is no rest for him while the season lasts if he would not miss his opportunity. The pilchard is a little fish resembling a small herring. It visits the southern coasts of England in autumn and winter, a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581646 | so enormous as to defy calculation or description. When they arrive on the coast, "huers"--sharp-sighted men--are stationed on the cliffs to direct the boatmen when to go out and where to shoot their seine-nets. When these are shot, millions of pilchards are often enclosed in a single net. To give an idea of the number... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581647 | of the fishing, in a few words, we may state the fact that, in , one shoal of great depth, and nearly a mile broad, extended from Hayle River to St. Ives, a distance of two and a half miles. A seine was shot into this mass, and , hogsheads were carried to the curing cellars. As there are , | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581648 | pilchards in each hogshead, the catch amounted to nearly eleven million fish! The value of these might be pounds a hogshead, and the clear profit about pound a hogshead, so that it is no wonder we hear of fortunes having been made in a few hauls of the pilchard seines. At the same time, losses are sometimes very heavy,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581649 | to gales arising and breaking or carrying away the nets. Such facts, combined with the uncertainty of the arrival or continuance of the fish on any particular part of the coast, tend to induce that spirit of eager, anxious excitement to which we have referred as being so congenial to Oliver Trembath's state of mind at ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581650 | we write. On the beach the young doctor found Maggot and his men launching their boats, and of course he lent them a hand. "Pilchards been seen?" he inquired. "Iss, iss, doctor," was the smith's curt reply; "jump in, an' go 'long with us." Oliver accepted the invitation, and was rowed towards a part of the bay where th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581651 | appeared to be boiling. The boat was a large one, attended by several others of smaller dimensions. The boiling spot being reached, Maggot, whose whole being was in a blaze of enthusiasm, leaped up and seized the end of a seine-net--three hundred fathoms long by fourteen deep--which he began to throw overboard with the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581652 | rowed swiftly round the mass of fish. David Trevarrow assisted him, and in less than four minutes the whole net was in the sea. One of the other boats, meanwhile, had fastened another net to the first, and, rowing in an opposite direction from it, progressed in a circular course, dropping its net as it went, until the ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581653 | and thus an immense shoal of pilchards were enclosed. The nets being floated on the surface with corks, and their lower ends sunk to the bottom with leads, the fish were thus securely imprisoned. But the security was not great; a gale might arise which would sweep away the whole concern, or the pilchards might take a f... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581654 | a dash in one particular direction, in the event of which they would certainly burst the net, and no human power could save a single fin. In order to prevent this, the men in the smaller boats rowed round the seine, beat the sea with their oars, hallooed, and otherwise exerted themselves to keep the fish in the centre ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581655 | the enclosure. Meanwhile a little boat entered within the circle, having a small net, named a "tuck-net," which was spread round the seine, inside, and gradually drawn together, until the fish were raised towards the surface in a solid, sweltering mass. The excitement at this point became tremendous. Thousands of silve... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581656 | on the sea. Maggot roared and yelled his orders like a Stentor. Even mild David Trevarrow lost self-command, and shouted vociferously. "Hand the basket!" cried Maggot. A large basket, with a rope attached to one handle, was produced. Maggot seized the other handle, and thrust it down among the wriggling pilchards. Trev... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581657 | of the sea, and a cataract of living silver was shot into the boat, accompanied by a mighty cheer. Basketful after basketful followed, until the men stood leg-deep in fish. "Hold on a bit!" cried Maggot, as, with rolled-up sleeves, dishevelled hair, and glaring eyes, he threw one leg over the side of the boat, the more... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581658 | his work. "Have a care," cried Oliver at that moment, stretching out his hand; but he was too late. The excitable smith had overbalanced himself, and was already head and shoulders deep down among the pilchards, which sprang high over him, as if in triumph! To catch him by the legs, and pull him back into the boat, was... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581659 | work of a moment, but the proceedings were not interrupted by the mishap. A laugh greeted the smith as he was turned head up, and immediately he braced himself to his arduous labour with renewed energy. The boat filled, it was rowed to the shore, and here was received by eager and noisy men, women, and children, by who... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581660 | precious contents were carried to the "cellars," or salting-houses, where they were packed in the neatest possible piles, layer on layer, heads and tails, with a sprinkling of salt between. Maggot's family had followed him to Penberth. Mrs M was there, busy as a bee--so was Zackey, so was little Grace, and so was the b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581661 | Trojans, the only difference between baby Maggot and the others being, that, while they did as much work as in them lay, he undid as much as possible; was in every one's way; fell over and into everything, including the sea, and, generally, fulfilled his mission of mischief-maker with credit. The chet was there too! Ba... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581662 | it should accompany him, so there it was, living on pilchards, and dragging out its harassed existence in the usual way. What between salt food, and play, kicks, cuffs, capers, and gluttony, its aspect at that time was more demoniacal, perhaps, than that of any other chet between John o' Groat's and the Land's End. Vol... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581663 | that might be written about this wonderful scene, but enough has been said to indicate the process whereby Maggot secured and salted some hundreds of thousands of pilchards. The enclosing of the fish was the result of a few minutes' work, but the salting and packing were not ended for many days. The result, however, wa... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581664 | sent many hogsheads of pilchards the way of most Cornish fish--namely, to the Mediterranean, for consumption by Roman Catholics, and in due course he received the proceeds, to the extent of three thousand pounds. Thus did Maggot auspiciously begin the making of his fortune--which was originated and finally completed by... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581665 | observed here, that he was neither the first nor the last poor man who became prosperous and wealthy by similar means. There are men, not a few, now alive in Cornwall, who began with hammer and pick, and who now can afford to drink in champagne, out of a golden flagon, the good old Cornish toast--"Fish, tin, and copper... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581666 | THIRTY THREE. THE LAST. Many others as well as Maggot made money by the pilchards at that time. All round the coast of Cornwall millions of these little fish were taken, salted, and exported. No fewer than one thousand hogsheads were taken at St. Ives in the first three seine-nets cast into the sea. In Mounts Bay, Fowe... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581667 | and other fishing grounds, immense quantities were caught, and the total catch of the county was little if at all short of thirty thousand hogsheads. Among others, old Mr Donnithorne was so successful that his broken fortunes were almost re-established; and a small sum which our friend Oliver Trembath had ventured to i... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581668 | before the end of the year. But this was not all. At the next Botallack account-dinner, Mr Cornish gladdened the hearts of the adventurers by telling them that the lodes which had been "promising" for such a length of time had at last got the length of "performance," and that he had now the pleasure of announcing a lar... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581669 | which he paid there and then. A considerable share of this fell to old Mr Donnithorne, who, in the enthusiasm of the occasion, observed confidentially to Captain Dan that he was convinced "honesty was the best policy after all"--a sentiment which the captain heartily agreed with, although he failed to detect the precis... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581670 | sudden influx of good fortune. But, then, the captain did not drink Botallack punch, while old Mr Donnithorne did, which may to some extent account for the difference in their powers of vision. Captain Dan, however, possessed wonderful powers of vision in reference to the underground workings of Botallack, which were d... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581671 | shareholders--when, at the request of Mr Cornish, he stood up and gave a detailed and graphic account of the prospects of the mine; telling them that the appearance of the lodes in several parts of the mine was very promising indeed, and that some ground was returning a rich harvest for the labour that had been bestowe... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581672 | in the , which was driving north by six men, they had taken down the copper for fourteen fathoms long, nearly the whole of which had turned out to be worth pounds per fathom; that a splice had been formed in the lode about two fathoms behind the present end, which had disordered it, but he was glad to say | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581673 | it was again improving, and was at that time about fifteen inches wide of rich copper, and, as far as he could judge, they were going through to the top part of the "bunch" of copper; that these facts, he thought, were very satisfactory, but that it was still more gratifying to know that the lode on the bottom of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581674 | the was far more valuable than that in the back; that in the "Crowns," especially in the various levels under the sea, the lodes were not only "promising," but performing great things, two men and a boy (he referred to Maggot, Trevarrow, and Zackey here) having broken an immense quantity of copper during the last quart... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581675 | At this point, Mr Grenfell, who sat on Mr Cornish's right hand, exclaimed, "Hear! hear!" and a little bald-headed man, with a red nose and blue spectacles, near the foot of the table, echoed "Hear!" with genuine enthusiasm (for he had been bordering on bankruptcy for some months past), and swigged off a full glass of p... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581676 | encouraged, Captain Dan went on to remark that there were six men driving in Wheal Hazzard (which statement caused a "stranger" who chanced to be at the dinner to observe, in an undertone, that he was not aware they had horses or vehicles of any kind in the mines!), that one cross-cut was also being driven, and three w... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581677 | sinking, and one rise--several of which were opening up tin of first-rate quality, while in the Narrow shaft, Chicornish, Higher Mine, and Wheal Cock, a great deal to the same effect was being done--all of which we leave to the imagination of the reader, merely remarking that however incomprehensible these things may a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581678 | of profound joy in the assembled guests, especially in the breast of the almost bankrupt one with the bald, red, and blue headpiece. Mr Cornish afterwards congratulated the adventurers on the success of the mine, and the splendid prospects which were opening up to them-- prospects which, he had no doubt, would be fully... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581679 | to the condition of the miners of the neighbourhood, and alluded to the fact that the neighbouring mines, Wheal Owles and Levant, were also in a flourishing condition; a matter, he said, for which they had reason to be profoundly thankful, for the distress in the district had been severe and prolonged. The manager's vo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581680 | he spoke with pathos, for he had a kindly heart, and his thoughts were at the moment with many a poor miner, in whose little cottages the effects of gaunt poverty could be traced in scanty furniture, meagre fare, and careworn brows. He remembered, too, that only the week before he had seen poor blind John Batten carrie... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581681 | grave, and had heard the sobs of the bereaved widow, as she attempted to tell him how the brave man had forgotten himself to the very last, when he put his wasted hand on her head, and said, "I'm goin' to leave thee, Mary, for a time; but cheer up, dear lass, I'll be with Jesus soon, an' have my | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581682 | sight restored, and look wance more 'pon the faces of the dear boys, an' 'pon your own sweet face too, dear lass, when we meet again in heaven." There was one of the miners and shareholders of Botallack who did not die, but who lived to enjoy the fruit of his labour and the sunshine of prosperity. James Penrose recover... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581683 | only his health, but also, in some degree, his sight. One of his eyes had indeed been entirely destroyed by the explosion which had so nearly killed him, but the other was partially restored. A long period elapsed, however, ere he was able to go about. Then he found his circumstances so much improved that it was not ne... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581684 | resume work underground. Botallack, in which all his savings had been invested, continued steadily to improve, and from the income derived from this source alone he was enabled to live without labouring. But Penrose was not the man to sit down in idleness. Wesley never had a more earnest follower than this miner of St.... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581685 | to preaching, teaching, and doing good as his hand found opportunity, and, being an active man as well as conscientious, he laboured to the end of his days in the service of his Lord more energetically than he had ever toiled in the mines. Penrose and David Trevarrow had always been staunch friends. After the accident ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581686 | became more closely united than before. Trevarrow did not give up underground work; he possessed no shares in any of the mines, but, in common with the rest of the mining community, he benefited by the sunshine of prosperity that became so bright at that period, and found leisure, when above ground, to join his friend ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581687 | love. They both agreed to make an earnest effort to convince Maggot and John Cock of the error of their ways--with what amount of success it is not easy to state, for these worthies were made of stubborn metal, that required a furnace of unusually fierce heat to melt it. However, we are warranted in concluding that som... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581688 | done, from the fact that both of them gave up smuggling, and, in various other ways, showed indication of an improved state of mind. Maggot especially gave a signal and unexpected proof of a softened spirit, when, one Sunday morning, as he was getting ready for chapel, he said to his wife that it was "high time to send... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581689 | little chucklehead the baby to Sunday school, for he was no better than a small heathen!" The "baby," be it observed, was about six years old at the time when this speech was made, and his _protege_ the "chet" was a great-grandmother, with innumerable chets of her own. It is right to add that, in accordance with this o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581690 | his father, the baby was carried off to school that very morning by Zackey and Grace, the first having grown to be a strapping youth, and the other a lovely girl, for whose sake there were scores of young miners in St. Just who would gladly have walked ten miles on their bare knees, or dived head foremost into Wheal | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581691 | Hazzard shaft, or jumped over the cliffs into Zawn Buzzangein, or done any other insane act or desperate deed, if, by so doing, they could have caused one thrill of pleasure to pass through her dear little heart! It is not necessary, we should think, to say that in the midst of so much sunshine Oliver Trembath and Rose... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581692 | thought it advisable to "make hay." Old Mr Donnithorne and his excellent wife (of whose goodness and wisdom, by the way, he became more and more convinced every day of his life) saw no objection whatever to this hay-making--so the young couple were wed at the Wesleyan Chapel of St. Just--Charlie Tregarthen, of course, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581693 | the town was hired to drive them over to Penberth Cove and bliss! As to George Augustus Clearemout, Esquire--that able managing director, despite his ducking at St. Just, continued to fill his chair and to fulfil his destiny in the airy little street in London, where, for many years, he represented Wheal Dooem, and "di... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581694 | this work he was ably assisted by Secretary Jack Muddle, who became quite celebrated as a clear expounder and explainer of veins, lodes, ores, cross-cuts, shafts, levels, winzes, minerals, metals, and mines-- insomuch that he was regarded by many of the confiding public who frequented his office as a more thoroughly le... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581695 | is interesting, how ever, to have to record the curious fact that the too confiding public changed their opinion at last on this head, and came to regard Secretary Jack as a humbug, and the managing director as a scoundrel. Unfortunately this change of opinion did not take place until the whole of the too confiding pub... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581696 | Clearemout styled them) had lost large sums of money, and a few of them become bankrupt. When affairs had reached this crisis, one of the T.C.P.--an irascible old gentleman, whose fiery nature seemed to have singed all the hair off his head, leaving it completely bald--went down to Cornwall in a passion to sift the thi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581697 | found the Great Wheal Dooem pump-engine going full swing, day and night, under the superintendence of one man, while the vast works underground (on which depended the "enormous" dividends promised to and expected by the T.C.P.) were carried on by another man and a boy. On making this discovery the fiery old gentleman w... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581698 | a passion--and exploded in the face of a meeting of the members of the T.C.P., who immediately exploded in each other's faces, and appointed an indignation committee to go and explode, with unexampled fury, in the faces of the managing director and Secretary Jack. But these knowing gentlemen, being aware that the explo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012581699 | the retirement and seclusion of the Continent. Without troubling the reader with further particulars, we may say, in conclusion, that the result was the stoppage of Wheal Dooem mining operations, and the summary dismissal of the two men and the boy. At the present day the ruins of that great concern may be seen standin... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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