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ten times as far, if necessary. But once more, Mr. Starr,

wasn't my communication worth your trouble in coming to hear it?



Just dare to say no, Mr. Starr, dare to say no!"

"Well, my old friend, I haven't felt so happy for a long while!"



replied the engineer; "the small part of this marvelous mine that we

have explored seems to show that its extent is very considerable,



at least in length."

"In width and in depth, too, Mr. Starr!" returned Simon Ford.



"That we shall know later."

"And I can answer for it! Trust to the instinct of an old miner!



It has never deceived me!"

"I wish to believe you, Simon," replied the engineer, smiling.



"As far as I can judge from this short exploration, we possess

the elements of a working which will last for centuries!"



"Centuries!" exclaimed Simon Ford; "I believe you, sir!

A thousand years and more will pass before the last bit of coal



is taken out of our new mine!"

"Heaven grant it!" returned Starr. "As to the quality of the coal



which crops out of these walls?"

"Superb! Mr. Starr, superb!" answered Ford; "just look at it yourself!"



And so saying, with his pick he struck off a fragment of the black rock.

"Look! look!" he repeated, holding it close to his lamp;



"the surface of this piece of coal is shining! We have here fat coal,

rich in bituminous matter; and see how it comes in pieces,



almost without dust! Ah, Mr. Starr! twenty years ago this

seam would have entered into a strong competition with Swansea



and Cardiff! Well, stokers will quarrel for it still, and if it

costs little to extract it from the mine, it will not sell



at a less price outside."

"Indeed," said Madge, who had taken the fragment of coal and was



examining it with the air of a connoisseur; "that's good quality

of coal. Carry it home, Simon, carry it back to the cottage!



I want this first piece of coal to burn under our kettle."

"Well said, wife!" answered the old overman, "and you shall see



that I am not mistaken."

"Mr. Starr," asked Harry, "have you any idea of the probable direction



of this long passage which we have been following since our entrance

into the new mine?"



"No, my lad," replied the engineer; "with a compass I could

perhaps find out its general bearing; but without a compass



I am here like a sailor in open sea, in the midst of fogs,

when there is no sun by which to calculate his position."



"No doubt, Mr. Starr," replied Ford; "but pray don't compare

our position with that of the sailor, who has everywhere and



always an abyss under his feet! We are on firm ground here,

and need never be afraid of foundering."



"I won't tease you, then, old Simon," answered James Starr. "Far be

it from me even in jest to depreciate the New Aberfoyle mine



by an unjust comparison! I only meant to say one thing,

and that is that we don't know where we are."



"We are in the subsoil of the county of Stirling, Mr. Starr,"

replied Simon Ford; "and that I assert as if--"



"Listen!" said Harry, interrupting the old man.

All listened, as the young miner was doing. His ears, which were



very sharp, had caught a dull sound, like a distant murmur.

His companions were not long in hearing it themselves.



It was above their heads, a sort of rolling sound, in which though

it was so feeble, the successive CRESCENDO and DIMINUENDO could



be distinctly heard.

All four stood for some minutes, their ears on the stretch,



without uttering a word. All at once Simon Ford exclaimed,

"Well, I declare! Are trucks already running on the rails



of New Aberfoyle?"

"Father," replied Harry, "it sounds to me just like the noise



made by waves rolling on the sea shore."

"We can't be under the sea though!" cried the old overman.



"No," said the engineer, "but it is not impossible that we

should be under Loch Katrine."



"The roof cannot have much thickness just here, if the noise

of the water is perceptible."



"Very little indeed," answered James Starr, "and that is the reason




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