He nodded gravely at me, placed his bandaged hand in the sling I had contrived, and went away without another word.
CHAPTER THREE.
MY PATIENT THE WELL-SINKER.
"It"s no more than I expected, doctor," said my patient, Goodsell, a stern, hard-featured, grey-haired man, with keen, yet good-natured eyes; and he shifted his head a little on the pillow to look at me. "Good job it"s no worse, ain"t it?"
"It is a mercy you were not killed," I said.
"You"re right, doctor," he replied, smiling. "Two inches to the left, and the iron rim of the bucket would have broken my skull instead of my shoulder, eh? and then my boy could have carried on the business."
"You take it very philosophically," I said.
"To be sure, doctor. Why not? A man must die some time; and he may just as well die at work, as a miserable creature in bed. I expects to die by my business, straightforward and honourable. The pitcher that goes oftenest to the well is sure to be broken at last," he added, with a laugh. "I"m a pitcher always going to the well, and shall be broken at last.
"I"ve been a well-sinker ever since I was quite a lad; my father was a well-sinker afore me, and he got sent to sleep with the foul air at the bottom of a well, and never got waked again; and I, being the eldest of six, and only fourteen, had to set at it to keep the family, while father"s master, being a kind-hearted sort of man, took me on, and gave me as good wages as he could, for my father had been a sort of favourite of his, from being a first-cla.s.s, steady workman. My grandfather was a well-sinker too, and he got buried alive, he did, poor old chap, through a fall of earth; while his father--my great-grandfather, you know--was knocked on the head by the sinker"s bucket; for the rope broke when they were drawing it up full of earth, and it fell on the old gentleman, and ended him. I ain"t got killed yet, I ain"t; but my turn"ll come some day, I suppose, for it"s in our profession, you know. But then you must have water; and ours is a very valuable trade--so what is to be will be, and what"s the good of fretting? It don"t do to be always fidgeting about danger in your way through life, but what we have to do is to go straight ahead, and do our duty, and trust to Providence for the rest.
"Now, after all these years--and I"m "most fifty, you know--I never look down a well without having the creeps, and I never go down one without having the creeps; for they"re queer, dark, echoing, shadowy, grave-like sort of holes, and one thinks of the depth, and the darkness, and the water, and of how little chance there is of escape, and so on, if one fell; and perhaps this is a bit owing to one or two narrow escapes I"ve had, and them making me a bit nervous. Soon as I get right to work I forget all the fidgeting, but the first starting is certainly rather nervous work for me, though I don"t believe as I ever told any one of it before.
"That well down at Rowborough need to be like a nightmare to me, and laid heavier upon me than any, well ever did before; but I kept on to my work like the rest, and we gradually went on lower and lower, step after step, month after month, always expecting to strike a main-spring, but never succeeding. Now it was loamy earth, then yellow clay, then gravel, then blue clay, then more gravel, then sand for far enough, then flinty soil, and then chalk, and so on month after month; but never any water worth speaking about. Of course we struck water times enough, and it bothered us a good deal to stop it out, but it was only from little upper springs, while what we wanted was the deep spring from far below-- one that, when we tapped it, should come up strongly and give a good supply of water for the deep well.
"We were years digging that well--years; for money being in plenty, and them wanting a good supply of water, our orders were to keep on, and we did dig--down, down a good six hundred feet; and, mind you, the farther you get from the surface the slower the work gets on, on account of the time taken in sending the stuff up. Now, when I talk of six hundred feet, you mustn"t suppose I mean a bored well, quite a little hole, perhaps six inches across, but one dug all the way, and a good nine foot in diameter.
"That was a fine well--is a fine well, I may say--with one of the best supplies of clear soft water in this country, and that too in a place where good water is terribly scarce. Our firm had the job; and I was one of the men put on at the beginning, and I was on it till it was finished.
"We did not go straight down all the way, but when we got down to the chalk made a sort of chamber, and cut out sideways for a bit, and then began digging down again another shaft, this making it more convenient for the drawing up of the rubbish dug out; every sc.r.a.p of which had, of course, to be taken to the surface.
"You perhaps hardly think of what it is being lowered down five hundred feet in a bucket, and then working by the light of a lantern in the bottom of the pit, whose walls you have to take care shall be carefully bricked up as you go on down, for fear they should fall in upon you. It is that hot you can hardly bear it, for very little fresh air comes down there; while, if it was not for smothering the thoughts, one might always be in dread of an accident. Now here, instead of feeling afraid of an incoming of the water, what we were most afraid of was that we should never get any water at all; and after all the labour bestowed on the place, it seemed quite disheartening to strike upon nothing but beggarly little rills worth nothing. But our governor was a George Stephenson sort of a man, and he had taken it into his head that we must get to water sooner or later, and he used to say that when we did strike it there would be plenty. So we dug on, slowly and surely, day after day, month after month, till some of the men got scared of the job on account of the depth, and left it. We had had no accidents, though, for everything had been worked out carefully and quietly, and though this was an underground place, every part was finished as carefully and truly as if it had been in full light of the sun.
"Last of all, we"d got down a good six hundred feet, while, according to appearances, it seemed that we might go on a good six hundred more before we got to water; while in my case it seemed to be now part of my regular life to go down there, day after day, to work my spell, and I used to dig and lay bricks, dig and lay bricks, without thinking about water, or when it was coming, though the governor used to warn us to be careful in case when it did come it should come very fast.
"We did most part of our work by buckets and windla.s.s; but, all the same, we had stagings and ladders down to the bottom, ever so many feet; and one day when I was down with a mate--only us two right at the bottom, though, of course, there were others at the stages and top--I was digging away and filling the bucket, giving the signal and sending it up, when I got looking at the course of bricks my mate was laying, and, as you will see, bricklayers in wells lay their bricks one under the other, and not one on the top of another like they would in building a house.
"All at once he says to me, "Just shovel this gravel away again; there ain"t room to get a brick under."
""There was plenty of room just now," I says, "for I took notice. The bricks give a little from up above."
"Well, he thought so too, and went on with his work, while I went on with mine, picking and shovelling up the loose gravel and putting it in the bucket; but, though I worked pretty hard, I seemed to make no way; and, instead of him being able to go on and lay another course of bricks, he had to take a shovel and help me.
""It"s rum, ain"t it?" he says, after we"d been digging hard for about an hour. "Something"s wrong; or else the place is bewitched. Here we haven"t sunk an inch this last hour, I"ll swear, though we"ve sent up no end of bucketfuls. There"s the last course of bricks just where it was, and I"m blest if I don"t think it"s sunk a bit in!"
""Well, it does look like it," I said, "certainly; and I "spose the brickwork"s giving a bit from the tremendous weight up above. You"ve been working too hard, Tom," I says, laughing, "and your work hasn"t had time to set."
""Well, I"ve only kept up with you," he says, quite serious; "but I "spose it"s as you say, and we"ll take it a bit easier, for this is labour in vain."
"It really looked so, for after another hour we seemed to be just where we were before, and I began almost to think it very likely something really was wrong, but what I couldn"t tell. This was something new to me, for I had never been in so deep a well before, and I felt puzzled.
It seemed no use to dig, for we got no lower; and once I really thought that instead of our getting any deeper, we were making the well shallower; but the next moment I laughed at this stupid thought, and filled and started the bucket, when, dinner-time being come, we laid down our tools, and made our way up to daylight; but before I started, I could not help feeling more puzzled than ever, for now, on one side, there was the bottom course of bricks quite below the loose gravel and sand.
"I didn"t say anything to my mate, and, truth to tell, I forgot all about it the next moment, for I was thinking of dinner; and I didn"t recollect it again until after two, when we were nearly at the bottom, when it came back with a flash, and I then seemed to see the cause of it all.
"I was at the bottom, and Tom above me, and we were just below the last staging, when I heard a strange roaring, rumbling noise that turned my very blood cold; for it seemed to me then, as I stood on, the rounds of that bottom ladder, that a wild beast was breaking loose, and about to tear at me and drag me off the rungs, and for a few seconds I couldn"t speak or move, till Tom sings out:
""Hallo! what"s up?" and that seemed to give me breath.
""Up, up!" I shouted; "the water!" and he started climbing again as hard as he could, and me panting and snorting after him, for, with a tremendous bubbling, roaring rush, the water, that had been forcing the earth slowly upwards for hours past, had now pushed its way through, and as we reached the second stage, we heard the one below us regularly burst up, and saw the ladder we had just left sink down.
"Heard in that hollow, echoing well, hundreds of feet from the surface, and under such circ.u.mstances, the roar of the water was something awful to listen to. We could not see it, but it was coming up seething and bubbling like a fountain, while the pressure beneath must have been something fearful.
"As we got higher our progress was slower, for the men on the upper stages were before us; and though they had taken the alarm from our shouts and the bellowing of the water, they did not travel so fast as we did. Stage after stage was forced up, and ladder after ladder sunk down as we got higher, and never did I feel such a relief as when we stood in the chamber cut out of the chalk, where we could look up and see the little ring of daylight far above us; and then, half a dozen men as we were, we clung to the bucket and rope, and gave the signal for them to wind up, the water leaping round our feet as we slowly rose.
"As it happened it was a new and a strong rope, or it must have given way with the tremendous strain put upon it, and I shivered again and again as we swung backwards and forwards, while my only wonder now is that some of us did not fall back from sheer fright.
"But we reached the surface safely, with the water bubbling and running after us nearly the whole way, for it rose to within fifty feet of the top, and has stayed at that height ever since; but though one man fainted, and we all looked white and scared, no one was hurt. Ah! it was the narrowest escape I ever had.
"Our tools we lost, of course, but a great deal of the woodwork and many of the short ladders floated up, and were brought out. It would take a good deal to make me forget the well that grew shallower the more we shovelled out the gravel. For a supply of water no town can be better off than Rowborough; and then, look at the depth--six hundred feet!"
Poor old Goodsell had a hard time of it, and suffered great pain before I got his shoulder well, and even then he never was able to carry on his occupation as of old. For it was a terrible accident, the rope breaking, and a bucket used in drawing up the earth from a well falling upon his shoulder; and, as he said, a couple of inches more to the left, and he would have been killed.
CHAPTER FOUR.
MY UNDERGROUND PATIENT.
I had a very singular case, one day, being called in to attend, in a busy part of London, upon a curious-looking man who lay in bed suffering from the effects of bad gas. He was a peculiar-looking fellow, with grizzled black hair, excessively sallow skin, piercing eyes, and his face was as strangely and terribly seamed with the smallpox.
I had some little trouble with his case, which was the result of his having been prisoned for some hours in one of the sewers that run like arteries under London. A sudden flood had come on, and he had been compelled with a companion to retreat to a higher level, where the foul air had acc.u.mulated, and he had had a narrow escape for his life.
As he amended! Used to chat with him about his avocation, and I was much struck by the coolness with which he used to talk about his work, and incidentally I learned whence came the seaming in his face.
"You see, sir," he said, "the danger"s nothing if a man has what you call presence of mind--has his wits about him, you know. For instance, say he"s in danger, or what not, and he steps out with his right foot, and he steps out of danger; but say he steps out with his left foot, and he loses his life. Sounds but very little, that does; but it makes two steps difference between the right way and the wrong way, and that"s enough to settle it all; sound or cripple, home or hospital, fireside or a hole in the churchyard. Presence of mind"s everything to a working man, and it"s a pity they can"t teach a little more of it in schools to the boys. I don"t want to boast, for I"m very thankful; but a little bit of quiet thought has saved my life more than once, when poor fellows, mates of mine, have been in better places and lost theirs.
"I"m a queer sort of fellow, always having been fond of moling and working underground from a boy. Why, when I went to school, nothing pleased me better than setting up what we called a robbers" cave in the old hill, where they dug the bright red sand; and there, of a Wednesday afternoon, we"d go and climb up the side to the steep pitch where it was all honeycombed by the sand-martins, and then, just like them, we"d go on burrowing and digging in at the side, scooping away in the beautiful clean sand, till I should think one summer we had dug in twenty feet.
Grand place that was, so we thought, and fine and proud we used to be; and the only wonder is that the unsupported roof did not come down and bury some half-dozen of us. Small sets-out of that sort of course we did have, parts of the side falling down; but as long as it did not bury our heads we rather enjoyed it, and laughed at one another.
"Well, my old love for underground work seemed to cling to me when I grew up, and that"s how it is I"ve always been employed so much upon sewers. They"re nasty places, to say the best of them; but, then, as they"re made for the health of a town, and it"s somebody"s duty to work down in them, why, one does it in a regular sort of way, and forgets all the nastiness.
"Now, just shut your eyes for a few minutes and fancy you"re close at my elbow, and I"ll try if I can"t take you down with me into a sewer, and you shall have the nice little adventure over again that happened to me--nothing to signify, you know, only a trifling affair; but rather startling to a man all the same. The sewerage is altered now a good deal, and the great main stream goes far down the river, but I"m talking about the time when all the sewers emptied themselves straight into the Thames.
"Now, we"ve got an opening here in the street on account of a stoppage, and we"ve gone down ladder after ladder, and from stage to stage, until we are at the bottom, where the brick arch has been cut away, and now I"m calling it all up again, as you shall hear.
"I don"t think I ever knew what fear was in those days--I mean fear in my work, for, being the way in which I got my daily bread, danger seemed nothing, and I went anywhere, as I did on the night I am speaking of.
It was a very large sewer, and through not having any clock at home, I"d come out a good hour before my time. I stopped talking to the men I was to relieve for some little time, waiting for my mates to come--the job being kept on with, night and day. Last of all, I lit a bit of candle in one of the lanterns, and, taking it, stepped down into the water, which came nearly to the tops of my boots, and began wading up stream.
"Now, when I say up to the tops of my boots, I mean high navigator"s boots that covered the thigh; and so I went wading along, holding my lantern above my head, and taking a good look at the brickwork, to see if I could find any sore places--it being of course of great consequence that all should be sound and strong.
"Strange wild places those are when you are not busy! Dark as pitch, and with every plash in the water echoing along quite loud when by you, and then whispering off in a curious creepy way, as if curious creatures in the far-off dark were talking about it, and wondering at you for going down there. Over your head the black, damp brickwork; both sides of you, wet, slimy brickwork; and under your feet slippery brickwork, covered inches deep with a soft yielding mud that gives way under your feet, and makes walking hard work. In some places the mud is swept nearly clean away, and then you go splashing along, while always in a curious, echoing, musical way, comes the sound of running water, dripping water, plashing water, seeming always to be playing one melancholy strange tune, sad and sweet, and peculiar. Busy at work, one don"t notice it, but when looking about, as I was, it all seemed to strike me in a way I can"t explain.