She seemed very pleased to see me, and told me that her "mester" was quite well, only his leg was a little stiff, and that he was at work now with her boys.
The matters seemed now to have taken a sudden turn, as Mr Tomplin said they would: the men were evidently getting over their dislike to us and the new steel, making it up and grinding it in an ill-used, half contemptuous sort of way, and at last the necessity for watching by night seemed so slight that we gave it up.
But it was felt that it would not be wise to give up the air of keeping the place looked after by night, so old Dunning the gate-keeper was consulted, and he knew of the very man--one who had been a night watchman all his life and was now out of work through the failure of the firm by whom he had been employed.
In due time the man came--a tall, very stout fellow, of about sixty, with a fierce look and a presence that was enough to keep away mischief by the fact of its being known that he was there.
He came twice, and was engaged to be on duty every night at nine; and in the conversation that ensued in the office he took rather a gruff, independent tone, which was mingled with contempt as he was told of the attempts that had been made.
"Yes," he said coolly; "it"s a way the hands have wherever new folk come and don"t hev a reg"lar watchman. There wouldn"t hev been none of that sort o" thing if I had been here."
"Then you don"t expect any more troubles of this kind?"
"More! Not likely, mester. We"ve ways of our own down here; and as soon as the lads know that Tom Searby"s on as watchman there"ll be no more trouble."
"I hope there will not," said Uncle d.i.c.k as soon as the man had gone.
"It will be worth all his wages to be able to sleep in peace."
About this time there had been some talk of my father and mother coming down to Arrowfield, but once more difficulties arose in town which necessitated my father"s stay, and as my mother was rather delicate, it was decided that she should not be brought up into the cold north till the springtime came again.
"All work and no play makes--you know the rest," said Uncle Jack one morning at breakfast. "I won"t say it, because it sounds egotistic.
Cob, what do you say? Let"s ask for a holiday."
"Why not all four go?" I said eagerly; for though the works were very interesting and I enjoyed seeing the work go oil, I was ready enough to get away, and so sure as the sun shone brightly I felt a great longing to be off from the soot and noise to where the great hills were a-bloom with heather and gorse, and tramp where I pleased.
Uncle d.i.c.k shook his head.
"No," he said; "two of us stay--two go. You fellows have a run to-day, and we"ll take our turn another time."
We were too busy to waste time, and in high glee away we went, with no special aim in view, only to get out of the town as soon as possible, and off to the hills.
Uncle Jack was a stern, hard man in the works, but as soon as he went out for a holiday he used to take off twenty years, as he said, and leave them at home, so that I seemed to have a big lad of my own age for companion.
It was a glorious morning, and our way lay by the works and then on past a series of "wheels" up the valley, in fact the same route I had taken that day when I was hunted by the boys.
But I had Uncle Jack by my side, and in addition it was past breakfast time, and the boys were at work.
We had nearly reached the dam into which I had so narrowly escaped a ducking, and I was wondering whether Uncle Jack would mind my just running to speak to the big honest woman in the row of houses we were about to pa.s.s, when he stood still.
"What is it?" I said.
"Cob, my lad," he cried, "I want a new head or a new set of brains, or something. I"ve totally forgotten to ask your Uncle d.i.c.k to write to the engineer about the boiler."
"Let me run back," I said.
"Won"t do, my boy; must see him myself. There, you keep steadily on along the road as if we were bound for Leadshire, and I"ll overtake you in less than half an hour."
"But," I said, "I was going this way to meet Uncle d.i.c.k that day when he went to buy the stones, and what a holiday that turned out!"
"I don"t think history will repeat itself this time, Cob," he replied.
"But will you be able to find me again?"
"I can"t help it if you keep to the road. If you jump over the first hedge you come to, and go rambling over the hills, of course I shall not find you."
"Then there is no fear," I said; and he walked sharply back, while I strode on slowly and stopped by the open window of one factory, where a couple of men were spinning teapots.
"Spinning teapots!" I fancy I hear some one say; "how"s that done?"
Well, it has always struck me as being so ingenious and such an example of what can be done by working on metal whirled round at a great speed, that I may interest some one in telling all I saw.
The works opposite which I stopped found their motive power in a great wheel just as ours did, but instead of steel being the metal used, the firm worked in what is called Britannia metal, which is an alloy of tin, antimony, zinc, and copper, which being mixed in certain proportions form a metal having the whiteness of tin, but a solidity and firmness given by the three latter metals, that make it very durable, which tin is not.
"Oh, but," says somebody, "tin is hard enough! Look at the tin saucepans and kettles in every kitchen."
I beg pardon; those are all made of plates of iron rolled out very thin and then dipped in a bath of tin, to come out white and silvery and clean and ready to keep off rust from attacking the iron. What people call tin plates are really _tinned_ plates. Tin itself is a soft metal that melts and runs like lead.
As I looked through into these works, one man was busy with sheets of rolled-out Britannia metal, thrusting them beneath a stamping press, and at every clang with which this came down a piece of metal like a perfectly flat spoon was cut out and fell aside, while at a corresponding press another man was holding a sheet, and as close as possible out of this he was stamping out flat forks, which, like the spoons, were borne to other presses with dies, and as the flat spoon or fork was thrust in it received a tremendous blow, which shaped the bowl and curved the handle, while men at vices and benches finished them off with files.
I had seen all this before, and how out of a flat sheet of metal what seemed like beautiful silver spoons were made; but I had never yet seen a man spin a teapot, so being holiday-time, and having to wait for Uncle Jack, I stood looking on.
I presume that most boys know a lathe when they see it, and how, out of a block of wood, ivory, or metal, a beautifully round handle, chess-man, or even a perfect ball can be turned.
Well, it is just such a lathe as this that the teapot spinner stands before at his work, which is to make a handsome tea or coffee-pot service.
But he uses no sharp tools, and he does not turn his teapot out of a solid block of metal. His tool is a hard piece of wood, something like a child"s hoop-stick, and fixed to the spinning-round part of the lathe, the "chuck," as a workman would call it, is a solid block of smooth wood shaped like a deep slop-basin.
Up against the bottom of this wooden sugar-basin the workman places a flat round disc or plate of Britannia metal--plate is a good term, for it is about the size or a little larger than an ordinary dinner plate.
A part of the lathe is screwed up against this so as to hold the plate flat up against the bottom of the wooden sugar-basin; the lathe is set in motion and the glistening white disc of metal spins round at an inconceivable rate, and becomes nearly invisible.
Then the man begins to press his wooden stick up against the centre of the plate as near as he can go, and gradually draws the wooden tool from the centre towards the edge, pressing it over the wooden block of basin shape.
This he does again and again, and in spite of the metal being cold, the heat of the friction, the speed at which it goes, and the ductility of the metal make it behave as if it were so much clay or putty, and in a very short time the wooden tool has moulded it from a flat disc into a metal bowl which covers the wooden block.
Then the lathe is stopped, the mechanism unscrewed, and the metal bowl taken off the moulding block, which is dispensed with now, for if the spinner were to attempt to contract the edges of his bowl, as a potter does when making a jug, the wooden mould could not be taken out.
So without the wooden block the metal bowl is again fixed in the lathe, sent spinning-round, the stick applied, and in a very short time the bowl, instead of being large-mouthed, is made to contract in a beautiful curve, growing smaller and smaller, till it is about one-third of its original diameter, and the metal has seemed to be plastic, and yielded to the moulding tool till a gracefully formed tall vessel is the result, with quite a narrow mouth where the lid is to be.
Here the spinner"s task is at an end. He has turned a flat plate of metal into a large-bodied narrow-mouthed metal pot as easily as if the hard cold metal had been clay, and all with the lathe and a piece of wood. There are no chips, no sc.r.a.pings. All the metal is in the pot, and that is now pa.s.sed on to have four legs soldered on, a hole cut for the spout to be fitted; a handle placed where the handle should be, and finally hinges and a lid and polish to make it perfect and ready for someone"s tray.
I stopped and saw the workman spin a couple of pots, and then thinking I should like to have a try at one of our lathes, I went on past this dam and on to the next, where I meant to have a friendly word with Mrs Gentles if her lord and master were not smoking by the door.
I did not expect to see him after hearing that he was away at work; but as it happened he was there.
For as I reached the path along by the side of the dam I found myself in the midst of a crowd of women and crying children, all in a state of great excitement concerning something in the dam.
I hurried on to see what was the matter, and to my astonishment there was Gentles on the edge of the dam, armed with an ordinary long broom, with which he was trying to hook something out of the water--what, I could not see, for there was nothing visible.