Robin did not reply to this, but she could see that he knew she was right. Before he could say anything she added, "Come awa" noo", if ye ha"e gotten yer denner, son, I think ye should gang awa" to yer bed.
Ye"ll be the better o" a lang sleep. Dinna" think hard o" yer faither; he"s feelin" ashamed o" hittin" ye. There must be something botherin"
him, for I dinna" mind o" him ever leatherin" one o" ye like that."
This was true, for Geordie Sinclair was rather a "cannie" man, and had never been given to beating his children before. She felt that something had happened in the pit, and whatever it was it had made her husband angry.
Robert again stripped off his clothes and crept into bed, while his mother seemed to feel every pain once more as she looked upon the soft little body with the ugly black stripes upon it. She placed him under the rough blankets as snugly as possible, telling him to lie well over near to the wall, for there were five of them now who lay abreast, and there was never too much room. He was soon asleep, and Mrs. Sinclair put fresh coals on the fire, and began to tidy up, so as to have everything as cheerful as possible when her husband should return. It was no easy matter to keep a house clean, with only a single apartment, and eight individuals living in it.
The housing conditions in most mining villages of Scotland are an outrage on decency. In Lowwood there were no sanitary conveniences of any kind, and it was a difficult matter for the women folk to keep a tidy house under these circ.u.mstances. But it was wonderful, the homeliness and comfort found in those single apartment houses. It was home, and that made it tolerable. In such homes fine men and women were bred and reared, but the credit was due entirely to our womenfolk; for they had the fashioning of the spirit of the homes, and the spirit of the homes is always the spirit of the people.
CHAPTER VI
THE COMING OF A PROPHET
Another year pa.s.sed, and Robert was now eleven years of age. Though full of hardship, hunger and poverty, yet they were not altogether unhappy years for him. There were joys which he would not have liked to have missed, and in later life he looked back upon them always through a mist of memory that sometimes bordered on tears.
He had grown "in wisdom and stature," and gave promise of being a fine st.u.r.dy boy; but lately it had been borne in upon him that no one seemed just to look at things from his point of view. He was alluded to as "a strange laddie," and the gulf of misunderstanding seemed to grow wider every day. Old Granny Frame, the "howdie-wife" of the village, always declared that he would be a great man, but others just took it for granted that he would never see things as they saw them.
He was already too serious for a boy, and his joys were not the joys of other children. Sensitive, and in a measure proudly reserved, he took more and more to the moors and the hills. All day sometimes he roved over them, and at other times he would lie motionless but happy, for the moor always understood. If he were hurt at anything which happened, the moor brought him solace; if he grieved, it gave him relief; and if he were happy, it too rejoiced. He loved it in all moods, and he could not understand how its loving silence was dreaded by others.
His parents now found that their battle, though not much easier, certainly was no worse, and hope shone bright for them in the future.
The oldest boy was already at work and one girl was away "in service."
Robert, too, would soon be ready, and in quick succession behind him there were three other boys. Geordie Sinclair was often told by his workmates that he would "soon ha"e naethin" to do but put in wicks in the pit lamps." But Geordie merely smiled. How often before had he heard that said of others who had families like his own and he knew that he would never see them all working. Fifty years was a long time to live for a collier in those days of badly ventilated and poorly inspected pits and many men were in their graves at forty.
Walker still indulged in petty persecution, whilst Geordie agitated for the starting of a union, and many a battle the two had, until the enmity between them developed into keen hatred.
"I wonder what Black Jock really has against me," he had said over and over again, unable to understand his persistent hostility, but his wife had never dared tell him.
One night, however, after he had been out of work a week, because, as Black Jock had said, "there was nae places," she decided to tell him the real reason of Walker"s antipathy.
"Man, it"s no" you, Geordie, that Black Jock has the ill will at," she ventured to say, "it"s me, an" he hits me an" the bairns through you."
"You," said Geordie in some surprise, "hoo" can that be?"
Bit by bit, though with great reluctance, she told her husband how and when Black Jock had attempted to degrade her. When she had ended, he sat in grim silence, while the ticking of the clock seemed to have gained in loudness, and so, too, the purring of the cat, as it rubbed itself against his leg, first on one side and then the other, drawing its sleek, furry side along his ankle, turning back again, and occasionally looking up into his face for the recognition which it vainly tried to win.
The fire burned low in the grate as Nellie busied herself with washing the dishes; while outside the loud cries of the children, playing on the green, mingled occasionally with a clink, as the steel quoits fell upon each other, telling of some enthusiastic players, who were practicing for the local games. Loud cries of encouragement broke from the supporters, and Geordie and Nellie heard all these--even the plaintive wail of a child crying in a house a few doors farther up the "row," and the mother"s attempts to soothe it into forgetfulness of its temporary pain or disappointment.
The little apartment seemed to have become suddenly cheerless. Nellie felt the silence most oppressive, for she was wondering how he was taking it all. Soon, however, he rose and reached for his cap. Looking at his wife with eyes that set all her fears at rest--for she saw pride in them, pride in her and the way she had acted--he said:--
"Thank ye, Nellie; ye are a" the woman I always thocht ye was, an" I"ll see that nae dirty brute ever again gets the chance to insult ye," and he was out of the door before she could question him further.
Geordie went straight to where Walker lived and knocked at the door. A girl of fourteen came in answer to his knock, for Walker was a widower, his wife having died shortly after the birth of their only child.
"Is yer faither in?" enquired Geordie quietly, hardly able to control the raging anger in his heart.
"No, he"s no" in," replied the girl. "Oh, is that you, Geordie?" she asked, recognizing him in the darkness. "My father said when he went oot that if ye cam" to the door, I was to tell ye he had nae places yet."
"That"s a" richt," said Geordie, still very quietly. "Do ye ken onything aboot where he is this nicht?"
"No, unless he"s up in Sanny Robertson"s, or maybe in Peter Fleming"s."
"Thank ye," said Geordie, turning away, "I"ll go up an" see if he is there."
He knew that Peter Fleming was working that night, and had stopped on an extra shift to repair a road, by special instructions from Walker; so Geordie went direct to Fleming"s house and knocked at the door. After an interval a woman"s voice enquired, "Wha"s that?" and Geordie thought there was anxiety in it.
"Open the door," said Geordie quietly. "What the h.e.l.l are ye afert for?"
and the woman, thinking it was her husband returned from work, immediately opened the door.
"You"re shairly early," she said; then suddenly recognizing who the intruder was, she tried to shut the door.
"Na, na," said Geordie, now well in the doorway, "I want to see Black Jock."
"He"s no" here," she lied readily enough, but with some agitation in her voice.
"You"re a liar, Jean," replied Geordie, "that"s him gaun oot at the room door," and Geordie withdrew hurriedly, determined that Black Jock should not escape him. He hurried to the end of the "row," and waited with all the pa.s.sion of long years raging through his whole being. He stepped out as Walker advanced, and said: "Is that you, Walker?"
"Ay," came the answer, "what do ye want?" as he came to a halt.
"Just a meenit," said Geordie, placing himself in front of Walker, barring his way. "I want to warm yer dirty hide. It ought to have been done years ago, but I never kent till the nicht, and I"m gaun to dae it the noo," and the tones of his voice indicated that he meant what he said.
"Oh! What"s wrang?" asked Walker in affected surprise. "I"ll get ye a place," he went on hurriedly, "just as soon as I can--in fac" there"s yin that"ll be ready by the morn."
"I"m no gi"ein" a d.a.m.n for yer place. It"s you I"m efter the nicht. Come on, face up," and Sinclair squared himself for battle.
Thus challenged, Walker, who was like all bullies a coward at heart, tried to temporize, but Sinclair was in no mood for delay.
"Come on, pit them up, or I"ll break yer jaw for you," he said threateningly.
"Man, Geordie, what ails ye the nicht?" asked Walker in hurried alarm, wondering wildly how he could stave off the chastis.e.m.e.nt which he knew from Geordie"s voice he might expect. "Talk sensibly, man. Try an" ha"e some sense. What"s the matter wi" ye?"
"Matter," echoed Geordie, "jist this. The wife has jist telt me a" aboot the nicht ye cam" chappin" to the door when I was lyin" hurt. She kent I"d break yer neck for it, and she was feart to tell me. So put up yer fists, ye black-hearted brute that ye are. I"m gaun to gi"e ye what we should hae gotten seven years syne, an" it"ll maybe put ye frae preyin"
on decent women. Come on."
"Awa", man, Geordie, an" behave yersel"," began Walker, trying to evade him.
"Tak" that, then, ye dirty brute!" and Geordie smashed his fist straight between Walker"s eyes.
Roused at last, Walker showed fight and swung at Sinclair. He was the younger man by about two years, and had not had the hard work and bad conditions of the other, but Sinclair was a strong man, and was now roused to a great pitch, so he struck out with terrific force. Then the two closed and swayed about, struggling, cursing and punching each other with brutal might. Sinclair"s extra weight and more powerful build soon began to tell, and he was able to send home one or two heavy blows on Black Jock"s face and body. Panting and blowing, they separated, and as they did so, Sinclair caught his opponent a straight hard crash on the jaw that sent him rolling to the muddy road, and feeling as if a thousand fists had struck him all at once.
Walker lay for a short time, then gathering himself together, he rose to his feet and set off at a quick pace in the direction of his house, whilst Geordie, too, turned homewards, feeling that it was useless to follow him.
Mrs. Sinclair did not hear what had happened till a week later, when Geordie, being in a communicative mood, told her of the affair in simple, unaffected terms.
Shortly afterwards a great event happened in Lowwood, which made the deepest impression on Robert"s mind. His father still being out of work, had sent a letter to Robert Smillie, who was then beginning to be heard of more and more in mining circles. In the letter Geordie explained, to the best of his ability, the local circ.u.mstances, and he mentioned his own case of persecution, and his agitation for the starting of a union.