第3部分 (第1/7页)

〃Not　a　day；　Mr。　Starr。 You　know　my　father。 It　is　there　he　was　born；　it　is　there　he　means　to　die！〃

〃I　can　understand　that；　Harry。 I　can　understand　that！ His　native　mine！　He　did　not　like　to　abandon　it！ And　are　you　happy　there？〃

〃Yes；　Mr。　Starr；〃　replied　the　young　miner；　〃for　we　love　one　another；　and　we　have　but　few　wants。〃

〃Well；　Harry；〃　said　the　engineer；　〃lead　the　way。〃

And　walking　rapidly　through　the　streets　of　Callander；　in　a　few　minutes　they　had　left　the　town　behind　them。

CHAPTER　III　THE　DOCHART　PIT

HARRY　FORD　was　a　fine；　strapping　fellow　of　five　and　twenty。　His　grave　looks；　his　habitually　passive　expression；　had　from　childhood　been　noticed　among　his　rades　in　the　mine。　His　regular　features；　his　deep　blue　eyes；　his　curly　hair；　rather　chestnut　than　fair；　the　natural　grace　of　his　person；　altogether　made　him　a　fine　specimen　of　a　lowlander。　Accustomed　from　his　earliest　days　to　the　work　of　the　mine；　he　was　strong　and　hardy；　as　well　as　brave　and　good。　Guided　by　his　father；　and　impelled　by　his　own　inclinations；　he　had　early　begun　his　education；　and　at　an　age　when　most　lads

are　little　more　than　apprentices；　he　had　managed　to　make　himself　of　some　importance；　a　leader；　in　fact；　among　his　fellows；　and　few　are　very　ignorant　in　a　country　which　does　all　it　can　to　remove　ignorance。 Though；　during　the　first　years　of　his　youth；　the　pick　was　never　out　of　Harry's　hand；　nevertheless　the　young　miner　was　not　long　in　acquiring　sufficient　knowledge　to　raise　him　into　the　upper　class　of　the　miners；　and　he　would　certainly　have　succeeded　his　father　as　overman　of　the　Dochart　pit；　if　the　colliery　had　not　been　abandoned。

James　Starr　was　still　a　good　walker；　yet　he　could　not　easily　have　kept　up　with　his　guide；　if　the　latter　had　not　sl