: David's Little Lad by Meade L T Petherick Horace Illustrator - Children's stories; Brothers Juvenile fiction; Avarice Juvenile fiction; Mine accidents Juvenile fiction; Wales Juvenile fiction

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by the under-viewer's wife, without any effort.

I mention all this just to show how very quiet I not only was in body, but in mind.

"No, the shaft was never filled in," began the woman. "I waited day after day, but it was never done; and little Ellen, and Gwenllynn, and the baby, they seemed just from contrariness to h'always want to go and look over the brink. And what made it more danger, was the brambles and grass, and growth of h'all kinds, which from never being cut away, has got thicker year by year; so that coming from that side," pointing west with her finger, "you might never see the old shaft at all, but tumble right in, and know nothing till you reach the bottom. Well, I was so frighted with this, and the contrariness of the children, that finding Mr Morgan had forgot again to have the shaft filled in, or closed round, only last night I spoke to my husband, and begged him to cut away some of the rankest of the growth, as it war, what it is, a sin and a shame to have the shaft like a trap, unknown to folks; but my husband, he war dead tired, and he knowed that I'm timmersome, so he only said, `Let be, woman--let be.' And this morning he was away early--down to the mine. Well," after a long pause, "I had done my bit o' work. I had dressed the baby--bless him--and given Ellen and Gwenllynn their breakfast, and I was standing by the house door, my eye on the old shaft, and my mind set on the thought that I might put up a fence round it myself, so as to ward off the children, when sudden and sharp--almost nigh to me--I heard a woman scream, and looking, I saw a woman running for her bare life, and screaming and making for my cottage; and she had a child in her arms; and sudden, when I saw her, I knew who she was, and why she was running. I knew she was the nurse of Squire Morgan's little son, and that she had the child with her. I knew she had been to the eye-well, for the cure of the sight of the baby, and that she was coming by this short cut home. And she never knew that she'd have to pass through the field with Mr Daniels' bull. Well, I saw her running, and the bull after her, but he was a good way behind; and I thought she'd reach the cottage. And I shouted out to encourage her; when all on a heap, it flashed on me, that she was making straight for the shaft, and that she'd be right down in the pit, if I couldn't stop her. Just then, two men came up, and turned the bull aside, but she didn't know it, and kept on running harder and harder. `Stop!' I shouted. `Stop! you'll be down in the mine'; but she neither heeded nor heard me, and she went right through the thicket and the underwood. I heard it cracking under her feet. I saw her fall, and scream more piercing than h'ever." Another pause from the narrator--then in a breathless kind of way, "I war at the other side o' the pit in a twinkling. She had not gone down--not quite. Her head was above the ground, and she was holding on for bare life to a bit of underwood. She could only hold with one hand; the other was round the child. In one second she'd have been down, for the weight was too much, when I threw myself on my face and hands, and grasped the baby's frock. `Hold the tree with both hands,' I said, `and I'll keep the baby.' Poor soul! she looked up at me so anguish-like; but she did what I bid her, or they'd both have gone down. I was drawing up the baby, when a loose stone came tumbling--it was not much, it but hit him sharp on the temple. He never cried out, but his head dropped all on a sudden. When I got him to the top, he was dead. I laid him on the bank, and just then the men who had turned away the bull, came up, and they lifted the woman out of the shaft--one of her legs was broke!"

The under-viewer's wife paused to wipe the moisture from her brow. Just then little feet came pattering, and the living child of the under-viewer, about whom I had grieved and dreamt, came up and looked down at the dead child of my brother. The face of the living baby gazed solemnly at the face of the dead baby. Nobody interrupted him, and he sat down and put, half in play, as though expecting an answering touch, his plump hand on the little hand that was still. At this moment there was a commotion in the crowd, then profound stillness, then a giving way on all sides, and a man's hasty footsteps passed rapidly through our midst. Up straight to where the dead child was lying, the man came. He bent his head a little--he saw no other creature. This man was Owen. For about half a minute he was still. Then from his lips came one sharp cry--the sharpest cry of anguish I ever heard from mortal lips--then he rushed away.

THE LITTLE LAD.

"Mother," I said, "I will go to Tynycymmer, and tell David."

"No, no, my dear child; you are not able."

"Mother, some one must tell him; you have to stay here to take care of poor Gwen when they bring her home, and perhaps Owen will come back. Mother, I will tell David, only I may tell him in my own way, may I not?"

"As you please, my child, my child!"

Mother put her head down on the table and began to sob.

I kissed her. I was not crying. From the first I had never shed a tear. I kissed mother two or three times, then I went out and asked Miles, who had followed me home, to get the horse put to Owen's dog-cart; when the dog-cart was ready, I kissed mother again and got into it.

"Come with me, Miles," I said to the boy.

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