they'd put me to work at full time. But I could no hide
myself awa' from the inspector when he came around, and each time
he'd send me back to school and to half time.
It was hard work, and hard living in yon days. But it was a grand time I
had. I mind the sea, and the friends I had. And it was there, in Arboath,
when I was no more than a laddie, I first sang before an audience. A
travelling concert company had come to Oddfellows' Hall, and to help
to draw the crowd there was a song competition for amateurs, with a
watch for a prize. I won the prize, and I was as conceited as you please,
with all the other mill boys envying me, and seein', at last, some use in
the way I was always singing. A bit later there was another contest, and
I won that, too, with a six-bladed knife for a prize. But I did not keep
the knife, for, for all my mither could do to stop me, I'd begun even in
those days to be a great pipe smoker, and I sold the knife for threepence,
which bought me an ounce of thick black--a tobacco I still like, though
I can afford a better now, could I but find it.
It was but twa years we stayed at Arboath. From there we went to
Hamilton, on the west coast, since my uncle told of the plenty work
there was to be found there at the coal mines. I went on at the pitheads,
and, after a week or so, a miner gave me a chance to go below with him.
He was to pay me ten shillings for a week's work as his helper, and it
was proud I was the morn when I went doon into the blackness for the
first time.
But I was no so old, ye'll be mindin', and I won't say I was not fearsome,
too. It's a queer feelin' ye have when ye first go doon into a pit. The
sun's gone, and the light, and it seems like the air's gone from your
lungs with them. I carried a gauze lamp, but the bit flicker of it was
worse than useless--it made it harder for me to see, instead of easier.
The pressure's what ye feel; it's like to be chokin' ye until you're used to
it. And then the black, damp walls, pressin' in, as if they were great
hands aching to be at your throat! Oh, I'm tellin' ye there's lots of things
pleasanter than goin' doon into a coal pit for the first time.
I mind, since then, I've gone doon far deeper than ever we did at
Hamilton. At Butte, in Montana, in America, I went doon three
thousand feet--more than half a mile, mind ye! There they find copper,
and good copper, at that depth. But they took me doon there in an
express elevator. I had no time to be afeared before we were doon,
walkin' along a broad, dry gallery, as well lighted as Broadway or the
Strand, with electric lights, and great fans to keep the air cool and dry.
It's different, minin' so, to what it was when I was a boy at Hamilton.
But I'm minded, when I think of Butte, and the great copper mines
there, of the thing I'm chiefly thinking of in writing this book.
I was in Butte during the war--after America had come in. 'Deed, and it
was just before the Huns made their last bid, and thought to break the
British line. Ye mind yon days in the spring of 1918? Anxious days,
sad days. And in the war we all were fighting, copper counted for nigh
as much as men. The miners there in Butte were fighting the Hun as
surely as if they'd been at Cantigny or Chateau-Thierry.
Never had there been such pay in Butte as in yon time. I sang at a great
theatre one of the greatest in all the western country. It was crowded at
every performance. The folk sat on the stage, so deep packed, so close
together, there was scarce room for my walk around. Ye mind how I
fool ye, when I'm singin', by walkin' round and round the stage after a
verse? It's my way of givin' short measure--save that folk seem to like
to see me do it!
Weel, there was that great mining city, where the copper that was so
needed for munitions was being mined. The men were well paid. Yet
there was discontent. Agitators were at work among them, stirring up
trouble, seeking to take their minds off their work and hurt the
production of the copper that was needed to
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