Smillie sent word in reply that he would come in two days, and Geordie enthusiastically set to work to organize a meeting, going round every house in the district, telling the folks that Smillie was coming, and exhorting them to turn out and hear him.
"I dinna think it"ll do any guid," said old Tam Smith, when Geordie called upon him. "It"s a" richt talkin" about a union, but the mair ye fecht the mair ye"re oppressed. The bosses ha"e the siller, an" they can ay buy the brains to serve them."
Geordie made no reply, for he knew from experience that it was only too true.
"Just look at young Jamie Soutar," continued Tam. "He is yin o" the cleverest men i" the country. He wrocht wi" me as a laddie when he went into the pit, an" noo" he"s travelin" manager for that big company doon the west country, an" I"m telt he"s organizin" an" advocatin" the formin" o" what he calls a Coal Combine."
"That"s a" richt, Tam. I admit it a", though I dinna jist ken what a Coal Combine means; but I ken that Bob Smillie is makin" great wark wi"
the union he has formed. I ken he has gotten rises in wages for a" the men who ha"e joined, an" that he is advocatin" an eight hours day. If that can be done doon there, it can be done here; for there"s naebody has ony mair need o" a eight hours day than miners."
"Oh, I"ll turn oot a" richt at the meetin"," said Tam, who was always credited with seeing farther than most of his workmates, "an" I"ll join the union, too, if it"s formed; but ye"ll see if ye live lang enough that the union"ll no" be a" ye think it. The ither side will organize to bate ye every time." And with this encouraging prophecy, Geordie went on to the next house.
"No, I"m no" comin" to nae meetin". I want naethin" to dae wi" yer unions. I can get on weel enough without them," curtly said Dan Sellars, the inmate. He was what Geordie somewhat expressively called a "belly-crawler," a talebearer, and one who drank and gambled along with Walker, Fleming, Robertson and a few others.
"Man, it"ll no" do muckle guid," said another, "ye mind hoo" big Geordie Ritchie ran awa" wi" the money o" the last union we started? It"ll gi"e a wheen bigmouths a guid job and an easy time. That"s a" it will do."
"Oh, ay," answered Sinclair, "but that"s no" to say that the union"ll ay fail. Folks are no" a" Geordie Ritchies, an" they"re no" a" bigmouths either. We"re bound to succeed if we care to be solid thegither."
"I"ll come to the meetin", Geordie, although I was sayin" that, but I"ll no" promise to join yer union," was the answer, and Sinclair had to be content with that.
Thus went Geordie from house to house, meeting with much discouragement, and even downright opposition, but he was always good-humored, and so he seldom failed to extract a promise to attend the meeting.
The night of the meeting arrived, and the hall--an old, badly lit and ill-ventilated wooden erection--was packed to its utmost. There were eager faces, and dull, listless ones among the audience; there were eyes glad with expectancy, and eyes dulled with long years of privations and brutal labor; limbs young and supple and full of energy, and limbs stiff and sore, crooked and maimed.
Geordie Sinclair was chairman, and when he rose to open the meeting and introduce Smillie, he felt as if the whole world were looking on and listening.
"Weel, men," he began, halting and hesitating in his utterance, "for a lang time now there has been much cryin" for a union here. There has been a lot of persecution gaun" on, an" it has been lang felt that something should be done. We ha"e heard of how other men in other places ha"e managed to start a union, and how it has been a guid thing in risin" wages. Mr. Smillie has come here the nicht to tell us how the other districts ha"e made a start, and what thae other districts has gotten. If it can be done there, it can be done here. I ha"e wrocht aside Bob Smillie, an" I ken what kind of man he is. He has done great wark doon in the west country, an" he is weel fitted and able to be the spokesman for the miners o" Scotlan". I"m no gaun" to say ony mair, but I can say that it gie"s me great pleasure to ask Mr. Smillie to address ye."
A round of applause greeted Smillie as he rose to address them. Tall and manly, he dominated his audience from the very first sentence, rousing them to a great pitch of enthusiasm, as he proceeded to tell of all the many hardships which miners had to endure, of the "Block" system of persecution, and to point to the only means of successfully curing them by organizing into one solid body, so that they might become powerful enough to enforce their demands for a fuller, freer, and a happier life.
Never in all his life did he speak with more pa.s.sion than he did that night in Lowwood.
Little Robert was present in the hall--the only child there; and as Smillie spoke in pa.s.sionate denunciation of the tyrannies and persecutions of the mine-owners and their officials, his little heart leapt in generous indignation. Many things which he had but dimly understood before, began to be plain to him, as he sat with eyes riveted upon Smillie"s face, drinking in every word as the speaker plead with the men to unite and defend themselves. Then, as his father"s wrongs were poured forth from the platform, and as Smillie appealed to them in powerful sentences to stand loyally by their comrade, the boy felt he could have followed Smillie anywhere, and that he could have slain every man who refused to answer that call. Away beyond the speaker the boy had already glimpsed something of the ideal which Smillie sketched, and his soul throbbed and ached to see how simple and how easy it was for life to be made comfortable and good and pleasant for all. Bob Smillie never won a truer heart than he did that night in winning this barefooted, ragged boy"s.
Round after round of applause greeted the speaker when he had finished, and in response to his appeal to them to organize, a branch of the union was formed, with Geordie Sinclair as its first president. At the request of the meeting Smillie interviewed Black Jock next morning, and as a result Sinclair got started on the following day.
Smillie stayed overnight with Geordie. They were certainly somewhat cramped for room, though Geordie had just lately got another apartment "broken through," which gave them a room and kitchen.
The two men sat late into the night, discussing their hopes and plans, and the trade union movement generally.
"It"s a great work, Bob, you ha"e set yersel", an" it"ll mean thenklessness an" opposition frae the very men you want maist to help,"
said Sinclair as they talked.
"Ay, it will," was the reply, spoken in a half dreamy tone, as if the speaker saw into the future. "I ken what it"ll mean, but it must be done. I have long had it in me to set myself this work, for no opposition ought to stand in the way of the uplifting of the workers. I ... It"s the system, Geordie!" he cried, as if bringing his mind back to the present. "It is the system that is wrong. It is immoral and evil in its foundations, and it forces the employers to do the things they do.
Compet.i.tion compels them to do things they would not have to do if there were a cooperative system of industry. Our people have to suffer for it all--they pay the price in hunger, misery and suffering."
"Ay," said Geordie, "that"s true, Bob. But what a lang time it"ll tak"
afore the workers will realize what you are oot for. They"ll look on your work wi" suspicion, and a wheen o" them"ll even oppose you."
"Ay," was the reply, "I know that. It will mean the slow building up of our own county first, bit by bit, organizing, now here, now there, and fighting the other cla.s.s interests all the time. It will divide our energies and r.e.t.a.r.d our work, and the greatest fight will be to get our own people to recognize what is wanted and how to get it. Then through the county we"ll have to work to consolidate the whole of Scotland; from that to work in the English and Welsh miners, while at the same time seeking to permeate other branches of industrial workers with our ideas.
And then, when we have got that length, and raised the mental vision of our people, and strengthened their moral outlook, we can appeal to the workers of other lands to join us in bringing about the time when we"ll be able to regard each other, not as enemies, but as members of one great Humanity, working for each other"s welfare as we work for our own."
"That"s it, Bob," agreed Geordie, completely carried away with Smillie"s enthusiasm. "That"s it, Bob. If we can only get them to see hoo" simple and easy it a" is ... Oh, they maun be made to see it that way!" he burst out. "We"ll work nicht an" day but in the end we"ll get them to see it that way yet."
"Yes, but it won"t be easy, Geordie," he replied. "Our people"s lives have been stunted and warped so long, they"ve been held in bondage and poverty to such an extent, that it will take years--generations, maybe--before they come to realize it. But we must go on, undeterred by opposition, rousing them from their apathy, and continually holding before them the vision of the time we are working to establish. Ay, Geordie,"--and a quieter note came into his voice, "I hope I shall be strong enough to go on, and never to give heed to the discouragements I shall undoubtedly meet with in the work; but I"ve made up my mind, and I"ll see it through or dee."
The talk of the two men worked like magic upon the impressionable mind of young Robert, who sat listening. Long after all had retired for the night he lay awake, his little mind away in the future, living in the earthly paradise which had been conjured up before him by the warm, inspiring sentences of this miners" leader, and joyful in the contemplation of this paradise of happy humanity, he fell asleep. Could he have foreseen the terrible, heartbreaking ordeals through which Smillie often had to pa.s.s, still clinging with tenacity to the gleam that led him on, praying sometimes that strength would be given to keep him from turning back; of the strenuous battle he had, not only with those he fought against, but of the greater and more bitter fights he too often had with those of his own cla.s.s whom he was trying to save; and of the fights even with himself, it would have raised Smillie still more in the estimation of this sensitive-hearted collier laddie.
CHAPTER VII
ON THE PIT-HEAD
"Hooray, mither, I"ve pa.s.sed the examination, an" I can leave the school noo!" cried Robert one day, breaking in upon his mother, as she was busily preparing the dinner. She stopped peeling the potatoes to look up and smile, as she replied: "Pa.s.sed the fifth standard, Robin?" she said, lovingly.
"Ay," said the boy proudly, his face beaming with smiles. "It was quite easy. Oh, if you had just seen the sums we got; they were easy as winking. I clinked them like onything."
"My, ye maun hae been real clever," said Mrs. Sinclair encouragingly.
"Sammy Grierson failed," broke in Robert again, too full of his success to contain himself. "He couldna" tell what was the capital of Switzerland! Then the inspector asked him what was the largest river in Europe, an" he said the Thames. He forgot that the Thames was just the biggest in England. I was sittin" next him an" had to answer baith times, an" the inspector said I was a credit to the school. My, it was great fun!" and he rattled on, full of importance at his success.
"Ay, but maybe Sammy was just nervous," said his mother, continuing her operations upon the potatoes, and trying to let him see that there might have been a cause for the failure of the other boy to answer correctly.
"Ach, but he"s a dunce onyway," said the boy. "He canna spell an easy word like "examination," an" he had twenty-two mistakes in his dictation test," he went on, and she was quick to note the air of priggish importance in his utterance.
"Ay, an" you"re left the school now," said Mrs. Sinclair, after a pause, during which her busy fingers handled the potatoes with great skill. "Your faither will be gey pleased when he comes hame the day,"
she said, giving the conversation a new turn.
"Ay, I"ll get leavin" the school when I like, an" gaun to the pit when I like."
"Would ye no" raither gang to the school a while langer?" observed the mother after a pause, and looking at him with searching eyes.
"No," was the decisive reply. "I"d raither gang to work. I"m ready for leaving the school and forby, all the other laddies are gaun to the pit to work."
"But look at the things ye micht be if ye gaed to the school a while langer, Robin," she went on. "The life of a miner"s no" a very great thing. There"s naething but hard work, an" dangerous work at that, an"
no" very muckle for it." And there was an anxious desire in her voice, as if trying to convince him.
"Ay, but I"d raither leave the school," he answered, though with less decision this time. "Besides, it"ll mean more money for you," he concluded.
"Then, look how quick a miner turns auld, Rob. He"s done at forty years auld," she said, as if she did not wish to heed what he said, "but meenisters an" schoolmaisters, an" folk o" that kin", leeve a gey lang while. Look at the easy time they hae to what a collier has. They dinna get up at five o"clock in the mornin" like your faither. They rise aboot eight, an" start work at nine. Meenisters only work yae day a week, an"
only aboot two hoors at that. They hae clean claes to wear, a fine white collar every day, an" sae mony claes that they can put on a different rig-oot every day. Their work is no" hard, an" look at the pay they get; no" like your faither wi" his two or three shillin"s a day. They hae the best o" it," she concluded, as she rested her elbows on her knees and again searched his face keenly to see if her arguments had had any effect upon him.
"Ay, but I"d raither work," reiterated the boy stubbornly.
"Then they hae plenty o" books," continued the temptress, loth to give up and keen to draw as rosy a picture as possible, "and a braw hoose, an" a piano in it. They get a lang holiday every year, and occasional days besides, an" their pay for it. But a collier gets nae pay when he"s idle. It"s the same auld grind awa" at hard work, among damp, an" gas, an" bad air, an" aye the chance o" being killed wi" falls of stone or something else. It"s no" a nice life. It"s gey ill paid, an" forby naebody ever respects them."
"Ay, mither; but do you no" mind what Bob Smillie said?" chipped in the boy readily, glad that he could quote such an authority to back his view. "It"s because they dinna respect themselves. They just need to do things richt, an" things wadna" be sae bad as they are," and he felt as if he clinched his argument by quoting Smillie against her.