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CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I. EVIL TIDINGS, 9
II. BULL-DOG, 16
III. THE RESOLUTION, 31
IV. THE VAUGHAN PIT, 39
V. SETTING TO WORK, 49
VI. "THE OLD SHAFT," 54
VII. FRIENDSHIP, 64
VIII. PROGRESS, 74
IX. THE GREAT STRIKE, 80
X. HARD TIMES, 96
XI. THE ATTACK ON THE ENGINE-HOUSE, 105
XII. AFTER THE STRIKE, 117
XIII. A HEAVY LOSS, 124
XIV. THE NIGHT-SCHOOL, 134
XV. THE SEWING-CLASS, 146
XVI. A NEW LIFE, 156
XVII. THE DOG FIGHT, 166
XVIII. STOKEBRIDGE FEAST, 173
XIX. THE GREAT RIOT, 183
XX. THE ARM OF THE LAW, 193
XXI. A KNOTTY QUESTION, 201
XXII. THE SOLUTION, 209
XXIII. THE EXPLOSION AT THE VAUGHAN, 222
XXIV. IN DEADLY PERIL, 235
XXV. THE IMPRISONED MINERS, 239
XXVI. A CRITICAL MOMENT, 253
XXVII. RESCUED, 259
XXVIII. CHANGES, 274
XXIX. THE NEW MANAGER, 283
XXX. RISEN, 289
XXXI. CONCLUSION, 298
CHAPTER I.
EVIL TIDINGS.
A row of brick-built houses with slate roofs, at the edge of a large
mining village in Staffordshire. The houses are dingy and colourless,
and without relief of any kind. So are those in the next row, so in the
street beyond, and throughout the whole village. There is a dreary
monotony about the place; and if some giant could come and pick up all
the rows of houses, and change their places one with another, it is a
question whether the men, now away at work, would notice any difference
whatever until they entered the houses standing in the place of those
which they had left in the morning. There is a church, and a vicarage
half hidden away in the trees in its pretty old-fashioned garden; there
are two or three small red-bricked dissenting chapels, and the doctor's
house, with a bright brass knocker and plate on the door. There are no
other buildings above the common average of mining villages; and it
needs not the high chimneys, and engine-houses with winding gear,
dotting the surrounding country, to notify the fact that Stokebridge is
a mining village.
It is a little past noon, and many of the women come to their doors and
look curiously after a miner, who, in his working clothes, and black
with coal-dust, walks rapidly towards his house, with his head bent
down, and his thick felt hat slouched over his eyes.
"It's Bill Haden; he works at the 'Vaughan.'"
"What brings he up at this hour?"
"Summat wrong, I'll be bound."
CHAP. PAGE
I. EVIL TIDINGS, 9
II. BULL-DOG, 16
III. THE RESOLUTION, 31
IV. THE VAUGHAN PIT, 39
V. SETTING TO WORK, 49
VI. "THE OLD SHAFT," 54
VII. FRIENDSHIP, 64
VIII. PROGRESS, 74
IX. THE GREAT STRIKE, 80
X. HARD TIMES, 96
XI. THE ATTACK ON THE ENGINE-HOUSE, 105
XII. AFTER THE STRIKE, 117
XIII. A HEAVY LOSS, 124
XIV. THE NIGHT-SCHOOL, 134
XV. THE SEWING-CLASS, 146
XVI. A NEW LIFE, 156
XVII. THE DOG FIGHT, 166
XVIII. STOKEBRIDGE FEAST, 173
XIX. THE GREAT RIOT, 183
XX. THE ARM OF THE LAW, 193
XXI. A KNOTTY QUESTION, 201
XXII. THE SOLUTION, 209
XXIII. THE EXPLOSION AT THE VAUGHAN, 222
XXIV. IN DEADLY PERIL, 235
XXV. THE IMPRISONED MINERS, 239
XXVI. A CRITICAL MOMENT, 253
XXVII. RESCUED, 259
XXVIII. CHANGES, 274
XXIX. THE NEW MANAGER, 283
XXX. RISEN, 289
XXXI. CONCLUSION, 298
CHAPTER I.
EVIL TIDINGS.
A row of brick-built houses with slate roofs, at the edge of a large
mining village in Staffordshire. The houses are dingy and colourless,
and without relief of any kind. So are those in the next row, so in the
street beyond, and throughout the whole village. There is a dreary
monotony about the place; and if some giant could come and pick up all
the rows of houses, and change their places one with another, it is a
question whether the men, now away at work, would notice any difference
whatever until they entered the houses standing in the place of those
which they had left in the morning. There is a church, and a vicarage
half hidden away in the trees in its pretty old-fashioned garden; there
are two or three small red-bricked dissenting chapels, and the doctor's
house, with a bright brass knocker and plate on the door. There are no
other buildings above the common average of mining villages; and it
needs not the high chimneys, and engine-houses with winding gear,
dotting the surrounding country, to notify the fact that Stokebridge is
a mining village.
It is a little past noon, and many of the women come to their doors and
look curiously after a miner, who, in his working clothes, and black
with coal-dust, walks rapidly towards his house, with his head bent
down, and his thick felt hat slouched over his eyes.
"It's Bill Haden; he works at the 'Vaughan.'"
"What brings he up at this hour?"
"Summat wrong, I'll be bound."
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