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  ThenIswungmeonhightotheswingofthesledge,asathresherbendsbacktotheriseofhisflail,andwithallmypowerdescendingdeliveredtheponderousonset。Crashingandcrushedthegreatstonefellover,andthreadsofsparklinggoldappearedinthejaggedsidesofthebreakage。

  ’Hownow,SimonCarfax?’criedUncleBentriumphantly;

  ’wiltthoufindamaninCornwallcandothelikeofthat?’

  ’Ay,andmore,’heanswered;’however,itbeprettyfairforaladoftheseoutlandishparts。Getyourrollers,mylads,andleadittothecrushingengine。’

  Iwasgladtohavebeenofsomeservicetothem;foritseemsthatthisgreatboulderhadbeentoolargetobedrawnalongthegalleryandtoohardtocrack。Butnowtheymoveditveryeasily,takingpiecebypiece,andcarefullypickingupthefragments。

  ’Thouhastdoneusagoodturn,mylad,’saidUncleReuben,astheotherspassedoutofsightatthecorner;’andnowIwillshowtheethebottomofaverywondrousmystery。Butwemustnotdoitmorethanonce,forthetimeofdayisthewrongone。’

  Thewholeaffairbeingamysterytome,andfarbeyondmyunderstanding,Ifollowedhimsoftly,withoutaword,yetthinkingveryheavily,andlongingtobeabovegroundagain。Heledmethroughsmallpassages,toahollowplacenearthedescendingshaft,whereI

  sawamostextraordinarymonsterfittedup。Informitwaslikeagreatcoffee-mill,suchasIhadseeninLondon,onlyathousandtimeslarger,andwithheavywindlasstoworkit。

  ’Putinabarrow-loadofthesmoulder,’saidUncleBentoCarfax,’andletthemworkthecrank,forJohntounderstandathingortwo。’

  ’Atthistimeofday!’criedSimonCarfax;’andthewatchingashasbeeno’late!’

  However,hediditwithoutmoreremonstrance;pouringintothescuttleatthetopofthemachineaboutabaskefulofbrokenrock;andthenadozenmenwenttothewheel,andforceditround,assailorsdo。Uponthatsuchahideousnoisearose,asInevershouldhavebelievedanycreaturecapableofmaking,andIrantothewellofthemineforair,andtoeasemyears,ifpossible。

  ’Enough,enough!’shoutedUncleBenbythetimeIwasnearlydeafened;’wewilldigestourgoodlyboulderafterthedeviliscomeabroadforhiseveningwork。

  Now,John,notawordaboutwhatyouhavelearned;buthenceforthyouwillnotbefrightenedbythenoisewemakeatdusk。’

  Icouldnotdenybutwhatthiswasveryclevermanagement。Iftheycouldnotkeeptheechoesoftheupperairfrommoving,thewisestplanwastoopentheirvalvesduringthediscouragementofthefallingevening;whenfolkwouldratherbedrivenaway,thandrawnintothewildsandquagmires,byasoundsodeepandawful,comingthroughthedarkness。

  AlthoughthereareveryancienttalesofgoldbeingfounduponExmoor,inlumpsandsolidhummocks,andofmenwhoslewoneanotherforit,thisdeepdiggingandgreatlabourseemedtomeadangerousandunholyenterprise。AndMasterHuckabackconfessedthatuptothepresenttimehistwopartnersandhimselffortheyprovedtobethreeadventurershadputintotheearthmoregoldthantheyhadtakenoutofit。Neverthelesshefeltquitesurethatitmustinaveryshorttimesucceed,andpaythembackanhundredfold;andhepressedmewithgreatearnestnesstojointhem,andworkthereasmuchasIcould,withoutmovingmymother’ssuspicions。Iaskedhimhowtheyhadmanagedsolongtocarryonwithoutdiscovery;andhesaidthatthiswaspartlythroughthewildnessoftheneighbourhood,andthelegendsthatfrightenedpeopleofasuperstitiousturn;partlythroughtheirowngreatcaution,andthemanneroffetchingbothsuppliesandimplementsbynight;butmostofall,theyhadtothankthetroublesoftheperiod,thesuspicionsofrebellion,andtheterroroftheDoones,whichlikethewizardIwasspeakingofkeptfolkfrombeingtooinquisitivewheretheyhadnobusiness。Theslough,moreover,hadhelpedthemwell,bothbymakingtheiraccessdark,andyetmorebyswallowingupandconcealingallthatwascastfromthemouthofthepit。

  Once,beforetheattackonGlenDoone,theyhadanarrowescapefromtheKing’sCommissioner;forCaptainStickleshavingheardnodoubtthestoryofJohnFry,wentwithhalfadozentroopers,onpurposetosearchtheneighbourhood。Nowifhehadriddenalone,mostlikelyhewouldhavediscoveredeverything;buthefearedtoventureso,havingsuspicionofatrap。

  Comingastheydidinacompany,allmountedandconspicuous,thewatchmanwhowaspostednowonthetopofthehill,almosteverydaysinceJohnFry’sappearancecouldnothelpespyingthem,milesdistant,overthemoorland。Hewatchedthemundertheshadeofhishand,andpresentlyrandownthehill,andraisedagreatcommotion。ThenSimonCarfaxandallhismencameup,andmadethingsnatural,removingeverysignofwork;andfinally,sinkingunderground,drewacrossthemouthofthepitahurdlethatchedwithsedgeandheather。OnlySimonhimselfwasleftbehind,ensconcedinaholeofthecrags,toobservethedoingsoftheenemy。

  CaptainSticklesrodeverybravely,withallhismenclatteringafterhim,downtherockypass,andeventothemarginoftheslough。Andtheretheystopped,andheldcouncil;foritwasaperilousthingtoriskthepassageuponhorseback,betweenthetreacherousbrinkandthecliff,unlessoneknewitthoroughly。

  Stickles,however,andonefollower,carefullyfeltthewayalong,havingtheirhorseswellinhand,andbearingaropetodrawthemout,incaseofbeingfoundered。Thentheyspurredacrosstheroughboggyland,fartherawaythantheshaftwas。Herethegroundlayjaggedandshaggy,wroughtupwithhightuftsofreed,orscraggedwithstuntedbrushwood。Andbetweentheupsanddownswhichmetanybodyanyhow

  green-coveredplacestemptedthefoot,andblackbog-holesdiscouragedit。Itisnottobemarvelledatthatamidsuchplaceasthis,forthefirsttimevisited,thehorseswerealittleskeary;andtheirriderspartookofthefeeling,asallgoodridersdo。

  Inandoutofthetuftstheywent,withtheireyesdilating,wishingtobeoutofharm,ifconsciencewerebutsatisfied。Andofthistuftyflaggyground,pockedwithbogsandboglets,oneespecialnatureisthatitwillnotholdimpressions。

  Seeingthusnotrackofmen,noranythingbutmarsh-work,andstormwork,andoftheseasons,thesetwohonestmenrodeback,andweregladtodoso。Forabovethemhungthemountains,cowledwithfog,andseamedwithstorm;andaroundthemdesolation;andbelowtheirfeetthegrave。Hencetheywent,withallgoodwill;andvowedforeverafterwardsthatfearofasimpleplacelikethatwasonlytooridiculous。Sotheyallrodehomewithmutualpraises,andtheircouragewell-approved;andtheonlyresultoftheexpeditionwastoconfirmJohnFry’sreputeasabiggerliarthanever。

  NowIhadenoughofthatundergroundwork,asbeforerelated,tolastmeforayeartocome;neitherwouldI,forsakeofgold,haveeversteppedintothatbucket,ofmyowngoodwillagain。ButwhenItoldLorna——whomIcouldtrustinanymatterofsecrecy,asifshehadneverbeenawoman——allaboutmygreatdescent,andthehoneycombingoftheearth,andthemournfulnoiseateventide,whenthegoldwasunderthecrusherandbewailingthemischiefitmustdo,thenLorna’schiefdesirewastoknowmoreaboutSimonCarfax。

  ’ItmustbeourGwenny’sfather,’shecried;’themanwhodisappearedunderground,andwhomshehaseverbeenseeking。Howgrievedthepoorlittlethingwillbe,ifitshouldturnout,afterall,thathelefthischildonpurpose!Icanhardlybelieveit;canyou,John?’

  ’Well,’Ireplied;’allmenarewicked,moreorless,tosomeextent;andnomanmaysayotherwise。’

  ForIdidnotwishtocommitmyselftoanopinionaboutSimon,lestImightbewrong,andLornathinklessofmyjudgment。

  Butbeingresolvedtoseethisout,anddoagoodturn,ifIcould,toGwenny,whohaddonememanyagoodone,IbeggedmyLornatosaynotawordofthismattertothehandmaiden,untilIhadfurthersearcheditout。

  Andtocarryoutthisresolve,Iwentagaintotheplaceofbusinesswheretheyweregrindinggoldasfreelyasanapothecaryathispills。

  Havingnowtruerightofentrance,andbeingknowntothewatchman,andregardedsinceIcrackedtheboulderasonewhocouldpayhisfooting,andperhapswouldbethemaster,whenUncleBenshouldhechokedwithmoney,IfoundthecorbsentupformerathersoonerthanIwishedit。Forthesmelloftheplacesunderground,andthewaymen’seyescameoutofthem,withlinks,andbrands,andflambeaux,insteadofGod’slighttolookat,weretomeapointofcaution,ratherthanofpleasure。

  Nodoubtbutwhatsomemenenjoyit,beingborn,likeworms,todig,andtoliveintheirownscoopings。Yeteventhewormscomeupsometimes,afteragoodsoftshowerofrain,andholddiscoursewithoneanother;

  whereasthesemen,andthehorsesletdown,comeabovegroundnever。

  Andthechangingoftheskyishalfthechangeournaturecallsfor。Earthwehave,andallitsproducemovingfromthefirstappearance,andthehopewithinfants’eyes,throughthebloomofbeauty’spromise,totherichandripefulfilment,andthefallingbacktorest;seawehavewithallitswondershedoneyes,andears,andheart;andthethoughtofsomethingmore——butwithouttheskytolookat,whatwouldearth,andsea,andevenourownselves,betous?

  Dowelookatearthwithhope?Yes,forvictualsonly。

  Dowelookatseawithhope?Yes,thatwemayescapeit。Attheskyalonethoughquestionedwiththedoubtsofsunshine,orscatteredwithuncertainstars,attheskyalonewelookwithpurehopeandwithmemory。

  HenceitalwayshurtmyfeelingswhenIgotintothatbucket,withmysmall-clothesturnedupover,andakerchiefroundmyhat。Butknowingthatmypurposewassound,andmymotivespure,Ilettheskygrowtoalittlebluehole,andthentonothingoverme。AtthebottomMasterCarfaxmetme,beingcaptainofthemine,anddesiroustoknowmybusiness。Heworealoosesackroundhisshoulders,andhisbeardwastwofeetlong。

  ’Mybusinessistospeakwithyou,’Iansweredrathersternly;forthisman,whowasnothingmorethanUncleReuben’sservant,hadcarriedthingstoofarwithme,showingnorespectwhatever;andthoughIdidnotcareformuch,Ilikedtoreceivealittle,eveninmyearlydays。

  ’Coomintothemuck-hole,then,’washisgraciousanswer;andheledmeintoafilthycell,wheretheminerschangedtheirjackets。

  ’SimonCarfax,Ibegan,withamannertodiscouragehim;’Ifearyouareashallowfellow,andnotworthmytrouble。’

  ’Thendon’ttakeit,’hereplied;’Iwantnoman’strouble。’

  ’ForyoursakeIwouldnot,’Ianswered;’butforyourdaughter’ssakeIwill;thedaughterwhomyoulefttostarvesopitifullyinthewilderness。’

  Themanstaredatmewithhispalegrayeyes,whosecolourwaslostfromcandlelight;andhisvoiceaswellashisbodyshook,whilehecried,——

  ’Itisalie,man。Nodaughter,andnosonhaveI。

  Norwaseverchildofminelefttostarveinthewilderness。Youaretoobigformetotackle,andthatmakesyouacowardforsayingit。’Hishandswereplayingwithapickaxehelve,asifhelongedtohavemeunderit。

  ’PerhapsIhavewrongedyou,Simon,’Iansweredverysoftly;forthesweatuponhisforeheadshoneinthesmokytorchlight;’ifIhave,Icraveyourpardon。ButdidyounotbringupfromCornwallalittlemaidnamed“Gwenny,“andsupposedtobeyourdaughter?’

  ’Ay,andshewasmydaughter,mylastandonlychildoffive;andforherIwouldgivethismine,andallthegoldwillevercomefromit。’

  ’Youshallhaveher,withouteithermineorgold;ifyouonlyprovetomethatyoudidnotabandonher。’

  ’Abandonher!IabandonGwenny!’Hecriedwithsucharageofscorn,thatIatoncebelievedhim。’Theytoldmeshewasdead,andcrushed,andburiedinthedrifthere;andhalfmyheartdiedwithher。TheAlmightyblasttheirmining-work,ifthescoundrelsliedtome!’

  ’Thescoundrelsmusthaveliedtoyou,’Ianswered,withaspiritfiredbyhisheatoffury:’themaidislivingandwithus。Comeup;andyoushallseeher。’

  ’Rigthebucket,’heshoutedoutalongtheechoinggallery;andthenhefellagainstthewall,andthroughthegrimysackIsawtheheavingofhisbreast,asI

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