"I wadna" gi"e a d.a.m.n," said Peter Pegg, his big eye making frantic efforts to wink. "I wad see that they blacklegged nae mair."
"Sae wad I," promptly exclaimed half a dozen of the younger men.
"We maun see that they don"t do it ony mair."
"Ay, an" I hope we"ll mak" sure work that they sleep in for twa-three mornin"s."
"I"ll tell ye what," said old Lauder, "let us get a few weemin" and weans thegither, an" we"ll gang doon to the pit an" wait on them comin"
up frae their shift. The bairns can get tin cans an" a stane for a drumstick, an" we"ll ha"e a loonie band. We can sing twa or three o"
thae blackleg sangs o" Tam Donaldson"s, an" play them hame."
"That"s the plan, Jamie," replied Tam, who had suddenly seen himself immortalized through his parodies of certain popular songs. "Let us get as mony women an" callans as possible, and we can mak" a d.a.m.n"d guid turnout. We"ll sing like linties, an" drum like thunder, an" the blacklegs"ll feel as if they were goin" through Purgatory to the tune o":"
Tattie Wullie, Tattie Wullie, Tattie Wullie Shaw, Where"s the sense o" workin", Wullie?-- Faith, ye"re lookin" braw.
or
Peter Fleming, Peter Fleming, Peter, man, I say, Ye"ve been workin", ye"ve been workin", Ye"ve been workin" the day.
Peter Fleming, Peter Fleming, If ye work ony mair, Peter Fleming, Peter Fleming, Your heart will be sair.
With little difficulty a band of men, women and children was organized and proceeded to the pit to await the coming up of the culprits. Hour after hour they waited patiently, determined not to miss them, and the time was spent in light jesting and singing ribald songs.
"I wadna" like if my faither was a blackleg," observed Mysie Maitland to the girl next her.
"No, nor me, either!" quickly agreed the other. "It wad be awfu" to hear folk cryin" "Blackleg" after yir faither, wadna" it, Mysie?"
"Ay," was the reply. "I wadna" like it."
"They should a" be hunted oot o" the place," put in Robert, who was standing near. "They are just sellin" the rest o" the men, an" helpin"
to break up the strike. So ye mind, Mysie, hoo Tam Graham"s la.s.s aye clashed on the rest o" us on the pit-head? She"s just like her faither, ay ready to do onything agin the rest, if it would gi"e her a wee bit favor."
"Ay, fine I mind o" it, Rob," Mysie replied eagerly. "Do ye mind the day she was goin" to tell aboot you takin" hame the bit auld stick for firewood? When I telt her if she did, I"d tell on her stealin" the tallow frae the engine-house an" the paraffin ile ay when she got the chance. She didna say she"d tell then."
"Ay, Mysie. Maybe I"d ha"e gotten the sack if she had telt. But she was aye a clashbag. But here they come!" he shouted animatedly, as the bell signaled for the cage to rise, and presently the wheels began to revolve, as the cage ascended.
"May the tow break, an" land the dirty sc.u.ms in h.e.l.l," prayed one man.
"Ay, an" may the coals they howkit the day roast them forever," added another. Though they prayed thus, yet once again they found that the "prayer of the wicked availeth naught." Buckets of water, however, and even bits of stone and sc.r.a.p iron were surrept.i.tiously flung down the shaft; and when the blacklegs did appear, they were nearly frightened out of their senses. It would have gone hard with them as they left the cage, but someone whispered, "Here"s the polis!" and so the crowd had to be content with beating their tin cans; and keeping time to the songs improvised by Tam Donaldson, they escorted the blacklegs to their homes.
Next morning a large number of the strikers gathered at the Lazy Corner, enjoying themselves greatly.
"They tell me," said Tam Donaldson, "that our fren"s ha"e slept in this morning."
A laugh greeted this sally, which seemed to indicate that most of them knew about the sleeping-in and the reason for it.
"Ay, they"d be tired oot efter their hard day"s work yesterday," replied another.
"Ay, an" they dinna seem to be up yet," said a third, "for I see the doors are still shut, an" the bairns are no" awa" to the school. They maun ha"e been awfu" tired to ha"e slept sae lang."
"Let"s gang doon and gi"e them a bit sang to help to keep their dreams pleasant," suggested Tam Donaldson, as they moved off down the row and stopped before Jock Graham"s door. Tam, clearing his throat, led of:
Hey, Johnnie Graham, are ye wauken yet, Or is yer fire no" ken"lt yet?
If you"re no wauken we will wait, An" tak" ye to the pit in the mornin".
Black Jock sent a message in the dark, Sayin": Johnny Graham, come to your wark, For tho" ye"ve been locked in for a lark, Ye maun come to the pit in the mornin".
You an" Fleeming, an" Robertson tae, Had better a" gang doon the brae, An" you"ll get your pay for ilka day That ye gang to your work in the mornin".
Then, leading off on to another, Tam, with great gusto, swung into a song that carried the others along uproariously:
O" a" the airts the win" can blaw, It canna blaw me free, For I am high an" dry in bed, When workin" I should be; But ropes are stronger faur than is Desire for work wi" me, An" sae I lie, baith high an" dry-- I"ll hae to bide a wee.
I canna say on whatna day I"ll gang again to work, For sticks an" stanes may break my banes, As sure"s my name"s McGurk.
Gie me the best place in the pit, Then happy I shall be, Just wi" yae wife to licht oor life, Big dirty Jock an" me!
After a round or two of applause and some shouts from the children, Tam broke out in a new air:
This is no" my ain la.s.sie, Kin" though the la.s.sie be, There"s a man ca"d Black Jock Walker, Shares this bonnie la.s.s wi" me.
She"s sweet, she"s kin", her ways are fine, An" whiles she gies her love to me.
She"s ta"en my name, but, oh, the shame, That Walker shares the la.s.s wi" me.
This is no" my ain la.s.sie, She is changefu" as the sea, Whiles I get a" her sweet kisses, Whiles Black Jock shares them wi" me.
She"s fat and fair, she"s het and rare, She"s no" that trig, but ay she"s free, It pays us baith, as sure as daith, That Walker shares the la.s.s wi" me.
This sent the crowd wild with delight, and cries of "Good auld Tam!"
were raised. "d.a.m.n"d guid, Tam! Ye"re as guid as Burns." All of which made Tam feel that at last his genius was being recognized. The explanation of the joke was to be found in the fact, as one song had hinted, that the strikers had securely fastened the doors of all the blacklegs" houses with ropes, and jammed the windows with sticks, so that the inmates could not get out. Even the children could not get out to go to school. It was late in the afternoon before the police heard of it, and came and cut the ropes, and so relieved the imprisoned inmates.
This happened for a morning or two, and then the practice stopped, for the police watched the doors throughout the whole night. This preoccupation of the police was taken advantage of to raid again old Hairyfithill"s potato field, and also to pay a visit to the bing for coal, and a very profitable time was thus spent by the strikers, even though the blacklegs were at their work in a few days.
What was happening in Lowwood was typical of almost all other mining villages throughout the country. Everywhere high spirits and cheerfulness prevailed among the men. As for the leaders, the situation proved too big for some of them to cope with it, the responsibility was too great; and so they failed at the critical moment. The demand of an increase of a shilling a day, for which the men had struck, had been conceded by some of the owners, whilst others had offered sixpence. Some of the leaders were in favor of accepting these concessions, and allowing the men at the collieries concerned to resume work, and so be able to contribute considerably to help keep out those whose demands had not been met. Others of the leaders refused to agree to this, and insisted that as all had struck together, they should fight together to the end, until the increase was conceded to all. This difference of opinion was readily perceived and welcomed by the coalmasters, and stiffened their resolution, for they saw that disagreement and divisions would soon weaken the morale of the men, and such proved to be the case.
No one can imagine what Smillie suffered at this time, as he saw his splendid effort going to pieces; but being a big man, he knew that it was impossible to turn back. His plans might for the moment miscarry; but that was merely a necessary, yet pa.s.sing, phase in the great evolution of Industrialism, and his ideals must yet triumph.
As the result of the differences among the leaders, the strike collapsed at the end of seventeen weeks. The men were forced to return to work on the old terms. In some cases a reduction was imposed, making their condition worse than at the start. The masters sought to drive home their victory in order to break the union. In many parts of the country they succeeded, while in others the spirit of the men resisted it. Generally it ended in compromise; but, so far as the Union was concerned, it was a broken organization; branches went down, and it was many years afterwards before it was again reestablished in some of the districts.
Though at the time it might have seemed all loss, yet it had its advantages, and especially demonstrated the fact that there was a fine discipline and the necessary unity among the rank and file. The next great work was to find out how that unity could be guided and that discipline perfected--how to find a common ideal for the men. This was Robert Smillie"s task, and who shall say, looking at the rank and file to-day, that he has failed?
CHAPTER XII
THE RIVALS
Eight years pa.s.sed, and Robert grew into young manhood. One of his younger brothers had joined him and Andrew Marshall in the partnership.
It had been a long, stiff struggle, and his mother knew all the hardness and cruelty of it. In after years Robert loved his mother more for the fight she put up, though it never seemed to him that he himself had done anything extraordinary. He was always thoughtful, and planned to save her worry. On "pay-nights," once a fortnight, when other boys of his age were getting a sixpence, or perhaps even a shilling, as pocket-money, so that they could spend a few coppers on the things that delight a boy"s heart, Robert resolutely refused to take a penny. For years he continued thus, always solacing himself with the thought that it was a "shilling"s worth less of worry" his mother would have.