Andrew Marshall had never been allowed to forget his action in defying Walker; everywhere he went it was the same story--no work for him. The "Block" system among the managers was in good working order, and could easily starve a man into docility. Andrew became more desperate as time pa.s.sed, and he knew that he and his wife were nearing the end of their small savings. He returned home one evening from his usual fruitless search for employment, and threw himself into the arm-chair by the fireside.
"No work yet, Andra?" asked Katie.
"Nane," was the gloomy response.
"We have no" very mony shillin"s left noo, Andra. I dinna ken what we"ll do."
Savage, revengeful feelings surged through Andrew, and found vent in a volley of oaths which terrified his wife.
"Dinna talk like that, Andra," she pleaded. "It"s no" canny, an" forby, the Lord disna like ye to do it."
"If the Lord cared He could take Black Jock by the scruff o" the neck an" fling him into h.e.l.l oot o" the road. It"s Black Jock that"s at the bottom o" this, an" I could twist his dirty neck for him."
"Weel, Andra, it"s the Lord"s doin", an" maybe things"ll soon men"."
"If it"s the Lord"s doin", I dinna think muckle o" His conduct then,"
and Andrew lapsed into sullen silence.
On Monday morning he was up at five o"clock, desperately resolved to lay his case before the men. He walked to the end of the village, knowing the colliery would be idle, for Tam Donaldson was to be "creeled." This was a custom at one time very prevalent in mining villages. When a young man got married, the first day he appeared at his work afterwards he was taken home by his comrades, and was expected to stand them a drink. It generally ended in a collection being made, after they had tasted the newly-married man"s whiskey, and a common fund thus being established, a large quant.i.ty of beer and whiskey was procured, and all drank to their heart"s content.
Andrew heard the men calling to each other as they made their way to the pit, the lights from their lamps twinkling in the darkness of the winter morning.
"Is Tam away yet, Jamie?" he heard wee Allan ask, as he overtook old Jamie Lauder on his way to the pit.
"Ay, I saw to that," replied Lauder, "I chappit him up at five o"clock, so that he wadna sleep in. I hinna missed a creelin" for thirty-five years, an" I wasna" gaun to miss Tam Donaldson"s. I heard him goin" oot two or three minutes afore me. We"re in for a guid day, for he telt me he had in two bottles for the spree."
"That"s a" right, then; I was afraid he wad maybe sleep in," and the two trudged on together towards the pit.
A group of dark figures stood on the pithead, waiting their turn to go below. The cage rattled up from the depths of the shaft, the men stepped in, and almost immediately disappeared down into the blackness. Arrived at the bottom, they walked along towards the different pa.s.sages, chaffing and jesting with Tam Donaldson, the newly-married one.
"Ye"ll be gaun to do something decent the day, Tam, when we take ye hame?" said Jamie Allan. "I hear ye ha"e two bottles ready for the occasion."
"Ay, but I"m d.a.m.ned shair there"s no a lick gaun unless ye take me hame," answered Donaldson. "If I ha"e to be creeled, I"ll be creeled right, an" every one o" ye"ll gang hame wi" me afore ye get a taste."
"Oh, but we"ll see to that, chaps," said old Lauder. "Here"s a hutch, get him in an" aff wi" him."
The victim pretended to resist, and stoutly maintained that they should not creel him. He was seized by half a dozen pairs of arms, and with much expenditure of energy and breath, deposited in the hutch. Some considerate person had put some straw and old bags in the "carriage" to make it more comfortable, and a few of the wags had chalked inscriptions, the reverse of complimentary, all over it.
"There, noo", boys," said old Lauder, who had been busy hanging lighted pit lamps round Tam"s cap, "gi"e him a guid run to the bottom, and see that he gets a guid b.u.mp in the lye."
The men ran the hutch to the "bottom" straight against the full tubs ready to be sent to the surface.
"Come on, Sourocks, let us up," called Allan to the old man who acted as "bottomer."
"h.e.l.l to the up will ye get!" replied the old fellow, "I"m gaun to put on these hutches first."
"No, ye"ll no", an" if ye do, you"ll gang into the "sump," an" we"ll chap the bell oorsels"--the sump being the lodgment into which the water gathered before pumping operations could start.
"Sourocks" thought discretion the better part of valor in this case, and swearing quietly to himself, he signaled to the engineman at the top to draw them up.
"He"s no gaun to walk hame," said Allan, as they all gathered again on the pit head. "We"ll take the hutch hame wi" Tam in it. Put a rope on it, and we"ll draw the d.a.m.ned thing through the moor, an" maybe Tam"ll mind the day he was creeled as lang as he lives."
This proposal was jumped at, especially by the younger men, to whom an idle day did not mean so much worry on pay-day as to their married elders.
Andrew Marshall had waited at the end of the village, knowing that the creeling was to take place, and that he would get the men on their way from the pit. Presently old Lauder, who had taken a short cut across the moor, came up, and Andrew accosted him.
"Will ye wait here, Jamie, so that I can try an" get a meetin" held wi"
the rest o" the men when they come alang?"
"I will that, Andra," replied Jamie, taking the lighted lamp from his head, and sitting down at the corner on his "hunkers." "They"re a"
comin" hame anyway, for we"re creelin" Tam Donaldson."
Soon the procession appeared, the hutch jolting along the rough street, the men shouting and singing as they came. The village had turned out to see the fun. Andrew and Jamie found themselves in the midst of a crowd of women and children, as the foremost of the men came to a halt at the corner.
Andrew quietly stepped out and addressed the men, asking them if they would wait a few minutes--as they were idle in any case--to have a meeting. All were agreed.
"Here"s Sanny Robertson," said Tam Tate, peering into the breaking light, "he"ll no" likely wait, but we"ll see what he says aboot it," and all waited in silence until Robertson approached. He seemed to guess what was in the air, and hurriedly tried to pa.s.s on, but Andrew stepped out with the usual question.
"No," he replied uneasily, "I"ll ha"e no part in ony mair strife. Folk just get into bother for nothing. Men"ll ha"e to keep mind that gaffers now-a-days"ll no" put up wi" disobedience."
"Ay, but ye maun mind," said Tam Tate hastily, "that men maun be treated as human bein"s, even by a gaffer."
"I can aye get on with the gaffer," replied Robertson, "an" I dinna see what way ither folk canna do the same."
"That"s a" richt," put in old Jamie Lauder, "but a" men are no" just prepared to do as ye do," and there was a hint of something in his voice which the others seemed to understand.
"I ha"e no quarrel," sulkily replied Robertson, "an" I dinna see what way I should get into this one. I can get plenty o" work, an" ither folk can get it too, if they like to behave themselves."
"Ye"re a liar," roared Tam Tate angrily, his usual hasty temper getting the mastery. "It"s no" you that gets the work, it"s Mag!"
The others laughed uproariously, for it was common knowledge that Sanny got his good jobs because of Walker"s intimacy with his wife.
"Ye leave the best man in the house every mornin" when ye gang oot!"
roared another amid coa.r.s.e laughter, whilst Andrew turned to tackle the next comer.
A few refused to wait, but it was generally known that these were the men whose houses were always open to Walker by day or night. When they were all gathered, Andrew Marshall stood up, and for the first time in his life spoke at a meeting.
"Weel, men," he began, "ye a" ken the position o" things. Ye ken as weel as me that I got the sack for gatherin" for Geordie Sinclair. Weel, I ha"e been oot o" work three months; the Block is on against me, an" it seems I ha"e to starve. I canna get work onywhere, an" I stopped ye a"
the day to ask ye to make my quarrel yours, an" try and put an end to this business."
That was the whole speech, but its simple sincerity appealed to all, and many expressed approval and determination to stand by Andrew in his fight.
"I think it"s a d.a.m.n"d shame," said old Lauder.
"I"ll tell ye what it is," said Matthew Maitland, "it"s a downricht barefaced murder, an" I would smash this d.a.m.n"d cantrip o" Black Jock"s.
I ken that he"ll get a" that is said at this meetin", an" maybe I"ll get the same dose; but I think it"s aboot time somethin" was done to put an end to his capers," and so Matthew floundered on.
"Ay, an" let us see what can be done for Geordie, too," put in Peter Pegg, and his long neck seemed to get longer at every syllable, while his big eye made a great attempt to wink and to look backward, as if he expected to see someone coming from behind. "We a" ken," continued Peter, "that Geordie is ready for work noo", this fower week syne, but Black Jock says he has no places, an" forby two strangers got jobs just yesterday."