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〃Will you not rest a while； Mr。 Starr？〃 asked the young man。
〃No； my lad；〃 replied the engineer； 〃for I am anxious to be at your father's cottage。〃
〃Follow me then； Mr。 Starr。 I will guide you； and yet I daresay you could find your way perfectly well through this dark labyrinth。〃
〃Yes； indeed！ I have the whole plan of the old pit still in my head。〃
Harry； followed by the engineer； and holding his lamp high the better to light their way； walked along a high gallery； like the nave of a cathedral。 Their feet still struck against the wooden sleepers which used to support the rails。
They had not gone more than fifty paces； when a huge stone fell at the feet of James Starr。 〃Take care； Mr。 Starr！〃 cried Harry； seizing the engineer by the arm。
〃A stone； Harry！ Ah！ these old vaultings are no longer quite secure； of course； and……〃
〃Mr。 Starr；〃 said Harry Ford； 〃it seems to me that stone was thrown； thrown as by the hand of man！〃
〃Thrown！〃 exclaimed James Starr。 〃What do you mean； lad？〃
〃Nothing； nothing； Mr。 Starr；〃 replied Harry evasively； his anxious gaze endeavoring to pierce the darkness。 〃Let us go on。 Take my arm； sir； and don't be afraid of making a false step。〃
〃Here I am； Harry。〃 And they both advanced； whilst Harry looked on every side； throwing the light of his lamp into all the corners of the gallery。
〃Shall we soon be there？〃 asked the engineer。
〃In ten minutes at most。〃
〃Good。〃
〃But；〃 muttered Harry； 〃that was a most singular thing。 It is the first time such an accident has happened to me。
That stone falling just at the moment we were passing。〃
〃Harry； it was a mere chance。〃
〃Chance；〃 replied the young man； shaking his head。 〃Yes； chance。〃 He stopped and listened。
〃What is the matter； Harry？〃 asked the engineer。
〃I thought I heard someone walking behind us；〃 replied the young miner； listening more attentively。 Then he added； 〃No； I must have been mistaken。 Lean harder on my arm； Mr。 Starr。 Use me like a staff。〃
〃A good solid staff； Harry；〃 answered James Starr。 〃I could not wish for a better than a fine fellow like you。〃
They continued in silence along the dark nave。 Harry was evidently preoccupied； and frequently turned； trying to catch； either some distant noise； or remote glimmer of light。
But behind and before； all was silence and darkness。
CHAPTER IV THE FORD FAMILY
TEN minutes afterwards； James Starr and Harry issued from the principal gallery。 They were now standing in a glade； if we may use this word to designate a vast and dark excavation。 The place； however； was not entirely deprived of daylight。 A few rays straggled in through the opening of a deserted shaft。 It was by means of this pipe that ventilation was established in the Dochart pit。 Owing to its lesser density； the warm air was drawn towards the Yarrow shaft。 Both air and light； therefore； perated in some measure into the glade。
Here Simon Ford had lived with his family ten years； in a subterranean dwelling； hollowed out in the schistous mass； where formerly stood the powerful engines which worked the mechanical traction of the Dochart pit。
Such was the habitation； 〃his cottage；〃 as he called it； in which resided the old overman。 As he had some means saved during a long life of toil； Ford could have afforded to live in the light of day； among trees； or in any town of the kingdom he chose； but he and his wife and son preferred remaining in the mine； where they were happy together； having the same opinions； ideas； and tastes。 Yes； they
were quite fond of their cottage； buried fifteen hundred feet below Scottish soil。 Among other advantages； there was no fear that tax gatherers； or rent collectors would ever e to trouble its inhabitants。
At this period； Simon Ford； the former overman of the Dochart pit； bore the weight of sixty…five years well。 Tall； robust； well…built； he would have been regarded as one of the most conspicuous men in the district which supplies so many fine fellows to the Highland regiments。
Simon Ford was descended from an old mining family； and his ancestors had worked the very first carboniferous seams opened in Scotland。 Without discussing whether or not the Greeks and Romans made use of coal； whether the Chinese worked coal mines before the Christian era； whether the French word for coal （HOUILLE） is really derived from the farrier Houillos； who lived in Belgium in the twelfth century； we may affirm that the beds in Great Britain were the first ever regularly worked。 So early as the eleventh century； William the Conqueror divided the produce of the Newcastle bed among his panions…in…arms。 At the end of the thirteenth century； a license for the mining of 〃sea coal〃 was granted by Henry III。 Lastly； towards the end of the same century； mention is made of the Scotch and Welsh beds。
It was about this time that Simon Ford's ancestors perated into the bowels of Caledonian earth； and lived there ever after； from father to son。 They were but plain miners。 They labored like convicts at the work of extracting the precious bustible。 It is even believed that the coal miners； like the salt…makers of that period； were actual slaves。
However that might have been； Simon Ford was proud of belonging to this ancient family of Scotch miners。 He had worked diligently in the same place where his ancestors had wielded the pick； the crowbar； and the mattock。 At thirty he was overman of the Dochart pit； the most important in the Aberfoyle colliery。 He was devoted to his trade。 During long years he zealously performed his duty。 His only grief had been to perceive the bed being impoverished； and to see the hour approaching when the seam would be exhausted。
It was then he devoted himself to the search for new veins in all the Aberfoyle pits； which municated underground one with another。 He had had the good luck to discover several during the last period of the working。 His miner's instinct assisted him marvelously； and the engineer； James Starr； appreciated him highly。 It might be said that he divined the course of seams in the depths of the coal mine as a hydroscope reveals springs in the bowels of the earth。 He was par excellence the type of a miner whose whole existence is indissolubly connected with that of his mine。 He had lived there from his birth； and now that the works were abandoned he wished to live there still。 His son Harry foraged for the subterranean housekeeping； as for himself； during those ten years he had not been ten times above ground。
〃Go up there！ What is the good？〃 he would say； and refused to leave his black domain。 The place was remarkably healthy； subject to an equable temperature； the old overman endured neither the heat of summer nor the cold of winter。 His family enjoyed good health； what more could he desire？
But at heart he felt depressed。 He missed the former animation； movement； and life in the well…worked pit。 He was； however； supported by one fixed idea。 〃No； no！ the mine is not exhausted！〃 he repeated。
And that man would have given serious offense who could have ventured to express before Simon Ford any doubt that old Aberfoyle would one day revive！ He had never given up the hope of discovering some new bed which would restore the mine to its past splendor。 Yes； he would willingly； had it been necessary； have resumed the miner's pick； and with his still stout arms vigorously attacked the rock。 He went through the dark galleries； sometimes alone； sometimes with his son； examining； searching for signs of coal； only to return each day； wearied； but not in despair； to the cottage。
Madge； Simon's faithful panion； his 〃gude…wife；〃 to use the Scotch term； was a tall； strong； ely woman。 Madge had no wish to leave the Dochart pit any more than had her husband。 She shared all his hopes and regrets。 She encouraged him； she urged him on； and talked to him in a way which cheered the heart of the old overman。 〃Aberfoyle is only asleep；〃 she would say。 〃You are right about that； Simon。 This is but a rest； it is not death！〃
Madge； as well as the others； was perfectly satisfied to live independent of the outer world； and was the center of the happiness enjoyed by the little family in their dark cottage。
The engineer was eagerly expected。 Simon Ford was standing at his door； and as soon as Harry's lamp announced the arrival of his former viewer he advanced to meet him。
〃Wele； Mr。 Starr！〃 he exclaimed； his voice echoing under the roof of schist。 〃Wele to the old overman's cottage！ Though it is buried fifteen hundred feet under the earth； our house is not the less hospitable。〃
〃And how are you； good Simon？〃 asked James Starr； grasping the hand which his host held out to him。
〃Very well； Mr。 Starr。 How could I be otherwise here； sheltered from the inclemencies of the weather？ Your ladies who go to Newhaven or Portobello in the summer time would do much better to pass a few months in the coal mine of Aberfoyle！ They would run no risk here of catching a heavy cold； as they do in the damp streets of the old capital。〃
〃I'm not the man to contradict you； Simon；〃 answered James Starr； glad to find the old man just as he used to be。 〃Indeed； I wonder why I do not change my home in the Can