are that he must never leave them. But trappers are boys, as a rule, and
the pony drivers strong men, and they manage to make the trappers do
a deal of their work as well as their ain. They can manage well enough,
for they're no slow to gie a kick or a cuff if the trapper bids them attend
to their own affairs and leave him be.
I learned that soon enough. And many was the blow I got; many the
time a driver warmed me with his belt, when I was warm enough
already. But, for a' that, we had good times in the pit. I got to know the
men I worked with, and to like them fine. You do that at work, and
especially underground, I'm thinking. There, you ken, there's always
some danger, and men who may dee together any day are like to be
friendly while they have the chance.
I've known worse days, tak' them all in all, than those in Eddlewood
Colliery. We'd a bit cabin at the top of the brae, and there we'd keep our
oil for our lamps, and leave our good coats. We'd carry wi' us, too, our
piece--bread and cheese, and cold tea, that served for the meal we ate at
midday.
'Twas in the pit, I'm thinkin', I made my real start. For 'twas there I first
began to tak' heed of men and see how various they were. Ever since
then, in the days when I began to sing, and when my friends in the
audiences decided that I should spend my life so instead of working
mair with my twa hands, it's been what I knew of men and women
that's been of service to me. When I come upon the idea for a new song
'tis less often a bit of verse or a comic idea I think of first--mair like it's
some odd bit of humanity, some man a wee bit different from others.
He'll be a bit saft, perhaps, or mean, or generous--I'm not carin', so long
as he's but different.
And there, in the pit, men showed themselves to one another, and my
een and my ears were aye open in those days. I'd try to be imitating this
queer character or that, sometimes, but I'd do it only for my ain
pleasure. I was no thinkin', in yon days, of ever singing on the stage.
How should I ha' done so? I was but Harry Lauder, strugglin' hard to
mak siller enough to help at home.
But, whiles I was at my work, I'd sing a bit song now and again, when I
thought no one was by to hear. Sometimes I was wrong, and there's be
one nearer than I thought. And so it got aboot in the pit that I could sing
a bit. I had a good voice enough, though I knew nothing, then, of how
to sing--I've learned much of music since I went on the stage. Then,
though, I was just a boy, singing because he liked to hear himself sing.
I knew few and I'd never seen a bit o' printed music. As for reading
notes on paper I scarcely knew such could be done.
The miners liked to have me sing. It was in the cabin in the brae, where
we'd gather to fill our lamps and eat our bread and cheese, that they
asked me, as a rule. We were great ones for being entertained. And we
never lacked entertainers. If a man could do card tricks, or dance a bit,
he was sure to be popular. One man was a fairish piper, and sometimes
the skirl of some old Hieland melody would sound weird enough, as I
made my way to the cabin through a grey mist.
I was called upon oftener than anyone else, I think.
"Gie's a bit sang, Harry," they'd say. Maybe ye'll not be believing me,
but I was timid at the first of it, and slow to do as they asked. But later I
got over that, and those first audiences of mine did much for me. They
taught me not to be afraid, so long as I was doing my best, and they
taught me, too, to study my hearers and learn to decide what folk liked,
and why they liked it.
I had no songs of my own then, ye'll understand; I just sang such bits as
I'd picked up of the popular songs of the day, that the famous "comics"
of the music halls were singing--or that they'd been singing a year
before--aye, that'll be nearer the truth of it!
I had one rival I didn't like, though, as I look back the noo, I can see I
was'na too kind to feel as
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