the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man removed his hand from it now. Every one waited with his grasp set, and his body bent down to the work, ready to reverse and wind in. At length the signal was given, and all the ring leaned forward.
For, now, the rope came in, tightened and strained to its utmost as it appeared, and the men turned heavily, and the windlass complained. It was scarcely endurable to look at the rope, and think of its giving way. But, ring after ring was coiled upon the barrel of the windlass safely, and the connecting chains appeared, and finally the bucket with the two men holding on at the sides—a sight to make the head swim, and oppress the heart—and tenderly supporting between them, slung and tied within, the figure of a poor, crushed, human creature.
A low murmur of pity went round the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand.
They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, “Rachael.” She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her.
“Rachael, my dear.”
She took his hand. He smiled again and said, “Don't let “t go.”
“Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?”
“I ha” been, but not now. I ha” been—dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear—but “tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro” first to last, a muddle!”
The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word.
“I ha” fell into th” pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o” old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o” men's lives—fathers, sons, brothers, dear to thousands an” thousands, an” keeping “em fro” want and hunger. I ha” fell into a pit that ha” been wi” th” Firedamp crueller than battle. I ha” read on “t in the public petition, as onny one may read, fro” the men that works in pits, in which they ha” pray'n and pray'n the lawmakers for Christ's sake not to let their work be murder to “em, but to spare “em for th” wives and children that they loves as well as gentlefok loves theirs. When it were in work, it killed wi'out need; when “tis let alone, it kills wi'out need. See how we die an” no need, one way an” another—in a muddle—every day!”
He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth.
“Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st—poor, patient, suff'rin, dear—how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o” sickly air as had'n no need to be, an” awlung o” working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a muddle!”
Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky.
“If aw th” things that tooches us, my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha” had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha” been, by my own fellow weavers and workin” brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right—if he'd ever know'd me at aw—he would'n ha” took'n offence wi” me. He would'n ha” suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!”
Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star.
“It ha” shined upon me,” he said reverently, “in my pain and trouble down below. It ha” shined into my mind. I ha” look'n at “t and thowt o” thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha” been wantin” in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha” been wantin” in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen that what the yoong ledy sen and done to me, and what her brother sen and done to me, was one, and that there were a wicked plot betwixt “em. When I fell, I were in anger wi” her, an” hurryin on t” be as onjust t” her as oothers was t” me. But in our judgments, like as in our doins, we mun bear and forbear. In my pain an” trouble, lookin up yonder,—wi” it shinin on me—I ha” seen more clear, and ha” made it my dyin prayer that aw th” world may on'y coom toogether more, an” get a better unnerstan'in o” one another, than when I were in “t my own weak seln.”
Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her.
“You ha” heard?” he said, after a few moments” silence. “I ha” not forgot you, ledy.”
“Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is mine.”
“You ha” a father. Will yo tak” a message to him?”
“He is here,” said Louisa, with dread. “Shall I bring him to you?”
“If yo please.”
Louisa returned with her father. Standing hand-in-hand, they both looked down upon the solemn countenance.
“Sir, yo will clear me an” mak my name good wi” aw men. This I leave to yo.”
Mr. Gradgrind was troubled and asked how?
“Sir,” was the reply: “yor son will tell yo how. Ask him. I mak no charges: I leave none ahint me: not a single word. I ha” seen an” spok'n wi” yor son, one night. I ask no more o” yo than that yo clear me—an” I trust to yo to do “t.”
The bearers being now ready to carry him away, and the surgeon being anxious for his removal, those who had torches or lanterns, prepared to go in front of the litter. Before it was raised, and while they were arranging how to go, he said to Rachael, looking upward at the star:
“Often as I coom to myseln, and found it shinin” on me down there in my trouble, I thowt it were the star as guided to Our Saviour's home. I awmust think it be the very star!”
They lifted him up, and he was overjoyed to find that they were about to take him in the direction whither the star seemed to him to lead.
“Rachael, beloved lass! Don't let go my hand. We may walk toogether t'night, my dear!”
“I will hold thy hand, and keep beside thee, Stephen, all the way.”
“Bless thee! Will soombody be pleased to coover my face!”
They carried him very gently along the fields, and down the lanes, and over the wide landscape; Rachael always holding the hand in hers. Very few whispers broke the mournful silence. It was soon a funeral procession. The star had shown him where to find the God of the poor; and through humility, and sorrow, and forgiveness, he had gone to his Redeemer's rest.
CHAPTER VII
WHELP-HUNTING
BEFORE the ring formed round the Old Hell Shaft was broken, one figure had disappeared from within it. Mr. Bounderby and his shadow had not stood near Louisa, who held her father's arm, but in a retired place by themselves. When Mr. Gradgrind was summoned to the couch, Sissy, attentive to all that happened, slipped behind that wicked shadow—a sight in the horror of his face, if there had been eyes there for any sight but one—and whispered in his ear. Without turning his head, he conferred with her a few moments, and vanished. Thus the whelp had gone out of the circle before the people moved.
When the father reached home, he sent a message to Mr. Bounderby's, desiring his son to come to him directly. The reply was, that Mr. Bounderby having missed him in the crowd, and seeing nothing of him since, had supposed him to be at Stone Lodge.
“I believe, father,” said Louisa, “he will not come back to town to-night.” Mr. Gradgrind turned away, and said no more.
In the morning, he went down to the Bank himself as soon as it was opened, and seeing his son's place empty (he had not the courage to look in at first) went back along the street to meet Mr. Bounderby on his way there. To whom he said that, for reasons he would soon explain, but entreated not then to be asked for, he had
