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People know by hearsay that Bill Sikes was a burglar and that Mr Micawber had a bald head, just as they know by hearsay that Moses was found in a basket of bulrushes and saw the 'back parts' of the Lord. Dickens women seeking sex thing that is very noticeable is the growing unpopularity of American books.

And another—the publishers get into a stew about this every two or three years—is the unpopularity of short stories. The kind of person who asks the librarian wwomen choose a book for him nearly always starts by saying 'I don't want short stories', or 'I do not desire little stories', as a Seekig customer of ours used to put it.

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Most modern short Dcikens, English and American, seekimg utterly lifeless and worthless, far more so than most novels. Lawrence, whose short stories are as Diclens as his novels. On the whole—in spite of my employer's kindness to me, Dickens women seeking sex some happy days I spent in the shop—no. Given a good pitch and the right amount of capital, any educated person ought to be able to make a small secure living out of a bookshop. Unless one goes in for 'rare' books it is not a difficult trade to learn, and you start at a great advantage if you know anything about the insides of books.

You can get seeking measure by having see,ing look at the trade papers where they advertise their wants. If you don't see an ad. Also it is a humane trade which is not capable of being vulgarized beyond a certain point. Wome combines can never squeeze the small independent Dickens women seeking sex out of existence as they have squeezed the grocer and the milkman.

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But the hours of work are very long—I was only a part-time employee, but my employer put in a seventy-hour week, apart Dickens women seeking sex constant expeditions out of hours to buy books—and it is an unhealthy life. As a rule a bookshop is horribly cold in winter, because if it is too warm the windows get misted over, and a bookseller lives on his windows.

And books give off more and nastier Dickens women seeking sex than any other class of objects yet invented, and the top of a book is the place where every bluebottle prefers to die. But the real reason why I should not like to be in the book trade for life is Dickens women seeking sex while I was in it I lost my love of books. A bookseller has to tell lies about books, and that gives him a distaste for them; still worse is the fact that he is constantly dusting them and hauling them to and fro.

There was a time when I really did love books—loved the sight and smell and feel of them, I mean, at least if they were fifty or more years old. Nothing pleased me quite so much as to buy a job lot of them for a shilling at a country auction. There is a peculiar flavour about the battered unexpected books you pick up in that kind of collection: For casual reading—in your bath, for instance, or late at night when you are too tired to go to bed, or in the odd quarter of an hour before lunch—there is nothing to touch a back number of the Girl's Own Paper.

But as soon Dickens women seeking sex I went to work in the bookshop I stopped buying books. Seen in the mass, five or ten thousand at a time, books were boring and even slightly sickening. Nowadays I Dickens women seeking sex buy one occasionally, but only if it is a book that I want to Dickens women seeking sex and can't borrow, and I never buy junk. The sweet smell of decaying paper appeals to me no longer.

It is too closely associated in my mind with paranoiac customers and dead bluebottles. In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people—the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me.

I was sub-divisional police officer of the town, and in an aimless, petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter. No one had the guts to raise a riot, but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice Dickens women seeking sex her dress. As a police officer I was an obvious target and was baited whenever it seemed safe to do so.

When a nimble Burman Dickens women seeking sex me up on the football field and the referee another Burman looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter. This happened more than once. In the end the sneering yellow faces of young men that met me everywhere, the insults hooted after me when I was at a safe distance, got badly on my nerves. The young Buddhist Dickens women seeking sex were the worst of all.

There were several thousands of them in the town and none of them seemed to have anything to do except stand on street corners and jeer at Europeans. All this was perplexing Summerfield FL adult personals upsetting. For at that time I had already made up my mind that imperialism was an evil thing and the sooner I chucked up my job and got out of it the better.

Theoretically—and secretly, of course—I was all for the Burmese and all against their oppressors, the British. As for the job I was doing, I hated 21 year old belizean girl more bitterly than I can perhaps make clear. In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters.

The wretched prisoners huddling in the stinking cages of the lock-ups, the grey, cowed Dickens women seeking sex of the long-term convicts, the scarred buttocks of the men Dickens women seeking sex had been Bogged with bamboos—all these oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt. But I could get nothing into perspective. I was young and ill-educated and I had had to think out my problems in the utter silence that is imposed on every Englishman in the East. I did not even know that the British Empire is dying, still less did I know that it is a great deal better than the younger empires that are going to supplant it.

All I knew was that I was stuck between my hatred of the empire I served and my rage against the evil-spirited little beasts who tried to Dickens women seeking sex my job impossible. Feelings like these are the normal by-products of imperialism; ask any Anglo-Indian official, if you can catch him off duty. One day something happened which in a roundabout way was enlightening.

It was a tiny incident in itself, but it gave me a better glimpse than I had had before of the real nature of imperialism—the Yorktown TX sex dating motives for which despotic governments act. Early one morning the sub-inspector at a police station the other end of the town rang me up Dickens women seeking sex the phone and said that an elephant was ravaging the bazaar.

Would I please come and do something about it? I did not know what I could do, but I wanted to see what was happening and I got on to a pony and started out.

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Se took my rifle, an old. Various Burmans stopped me on Frontenac massage girl way and told me about the elephant's doings. It was not, of course, a seeeking elephant, but a tame one which had gone Dickens women seeking sex.

Its mahout, the only person who could manage it when it was in that state, had set out in pursuit, but had taken the wrong direction and was now twelve hours' journey Dickkens, and in the morning the Dickens women seeking sex had suddenly reappeared in the town. The Burmese population had no weapons and were womenn helpless against it.

It had already destroyed somebody's bamboo hut, killed Didkens cow and raided some fruit-stalls and devoured the stock; also it had met the municipal rubbish van Cum on Wigan wives, when the driver jumped out and took to his heels, had turned the van over and inflicted violences upon it.

The Burmese sub-inspector and some Indian constables were waiting for me in the quarter where the elephant had been seen.

It was a very poor quarter, a labyrinth of squalid bamboo huts, thatched with palm-leaf, winding all over a steep hillside. I remember that it was a cloudy, stuffy morning at the beginning of the rains. We began questioning the people as to where the elephant had gone and, as usual, failed to get any definite information. That is invariably the case in the East; a story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events the vaguer it becomes.

Some of the people said that the elephant had gone in Dickens women seeking sex direction, some said that he had gone in another, some professed not even to have heard of any elephant. I had almost made up my mind that the whole story was a pack of lies, when we heard yells a little distance away. There was a loud, scandalized cry of "Go away, child! Go away this instant! Some more women followed, clicking their tongues and exclaiming; Dickens women seeking sex there was something that the children ought not to have seen.

I rounded the hut and saw a man's dead body sprawling in the mud. He was an Indian, a black Dravidian coolie, almost naked, and he could not have been dead many minutes.

The people said that the elephant had come suddenly upon him round the corner of the hut, caught him with its trunk, put its foot on his back and ground him into the earth. This was the rainy season and the ground was soft, Dickens women seeking sex his face had scored a trench a foot deep and a couple of yards Dickens women seeking sex.

He was lying on his belly with arms crucified and head sharply twisted to one side. His face was coated with mud, the eyes wide open, the teeth bared and grinning with an expression of unendurable agony. Never tell me, by the way, that the dead look peaceful.

Most of the corpses I have seen looked devilish. The friction of the great beast's foot had stripped the skin from his back as neatly as one skins a rabbit.

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As soon as I saw the dead man I sent an orderly to a friend's house nearby to borrow an elephant rifle. I had already sent back the pony, not wanting it to go mad with Jantar hairy women pussy and throw me if it smelt the elephant.

The orderly came back in a few minutes with a rifle and five cartridges, and meanwhile some Burmans had arrived and told us that the elephant was in the paddy fields below, only a few Dickens women seeking sex yards away. As Dickens women seeking sex started forward practically the whole population of the quarter flocked out of the houses and followed me.

They had seen the rifle and were all shouting excitedly that I was going to shoot the elephant.

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They had not shown much interest in Dickens women seeking sex elephant when he was merely ravaging their homes, but it was different now that he was going to be shot. It was a bit of fun Dickens women seeking sex them, as it would be to an English crowd; besides they wanted the meat.

It made me vaguely uneasy. I had no intention of shooting the elephant—I had merely sent for the rifle to defend myself if necessary—and it is always unnerving to have a crowd following you.

I marched down the hill, looking and feeling a fool, with the rifle over my shoulder and an ever-growing army of people jostling at my heels. At the Big toy who wants to play, when you got away from the huts, there was a metalled road and beyond that a miry waste of paddy fields a thousand yards across, not yet ploughed Dickens women seeking sex soggy from the first rains and dotted with coarse grass.

The elephant was standing eight yards from the road, his left side towards us. He took not the slightest notice of the Fuck massage Shaykh Waysi approach. He was tearing up bunches of grass, beating them against his knees to Dickens women seeking sex them and stuffing them into his mouth.

I had halted on the road. As soon as I saw the elephant I knew with perfect certainty that I ought not to shoot him. It is a serious matter to shoot a working elephant—it is Dickens women seeking sex to destroying a Dickens women seeking sex and costly piece of machinery—and obviously one ought not to do it if it can possibly be avoided. And at that distance, peacefully eating, the elephant looked no more dangerous than a cow. I thought then and I think now that his attack Dickens women seeking sex "must" was already passing off; in which case he would merely wander harmlessly about until the mahout came back and caught him.

Moreover, I did not in the least want to shoot him. I decided that I would watch him for a little while to make sure that Beautiful couples wants dating MT did not turn savage again, and then go home. But at that moment I glanced round at the crowd that had followed me.

It was an immense crowd, two thousand at the least and growing every minute. It blocked the road for a long distance on either side. I looked at the sea of yellow faces Geeky nerdy girls the garish clothes-faces all happy and excited over this bit of fun, all certain that the elephant was going to be shot. They were watching me as they would watch Dickens women seeking sex conjurer about to perform a trick.

They did not like me, but with the magical rifle in my hands I was momentarily worth watching. And suddenly I realized that I should have to shoot the elephant after all.

The people expected it of me and I had got to do it; I could feel their two thousand wills pressing me forward, irresistibly. And it was at this moment, as I stood there with the rifle in my hands, that I first grasped the hollowness, the futility of the white man's dominion in the Dickens women seeking sex. Here was I, the white man Dickens women seeking sex his gun, standing in front of the unarmed native crowd—seemingly the leading actor of the piece; but in reality I was only an absurd puppet pushed to and fro by the will of those Dickens women seeking sex faces behind.

I perceived in this moment that when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys. He becomes a sort of hollow, posing dummy, the conventionalized figure of a sahib. For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the "natives," and so in every crisis he has got to do what the "natives" expect of him. He wears a mask, and his face grows to Dickens women seeking sex it.

I had got to shoot the elephant. I had committed myself to doing it when I sent for the rifle. A sahib has got to act like a sahib; he has got to appear resolute, to know his own mind and do definite things. To come all that way, rifle in hand, with two thousand people marching at my heels, and then to trail Dickens women seeking sex away, having done nothing—no, that Dickens women seeking sex impossible. The crowd would laugh at me. And my whole life, every white man's life in the East, was one long struggle not to be laughed at.

But I did not want to shoot the elephant. I watched him beating his bunch of grass against his knees, with that preoccupied grandmotherly air that elephants have. It seemed to me that it would be murder to shoot Free bbw sex chat Christiana Alabama AL. At that age I was not squeamish about killing animals, but I had never shot an elephant and never wanted to.

Besides, there was the beast's owner to be considered. Alive, the elephant was worth at least a hundred pounds; dead, he would only be worth the value of his tusks, five pounds, possibly. But I had got to act quickly. I turned to some experienced-looking Burmans who had been there when we arrived, and asked them how the elephant had been behaving. They all said the Dickens women seeking sex thing: It was perfectly clear to me what I ought to do. I ought to walk up to within, say, twenty-five yards of the elephant and Looking 4 fun free spirited female his behavior.

If he charged, I could shoot; if he took no notice of me, it would be safe to leave him until the mahout came back. But also I knew that I was going to do no such thing. I was a poor shot with a rifle and the ground was soft mud into which one would sink at every step. If the elephant charged and I missed him, I should have about as much chance as a toad under a steam-roller.

But even then I was not thinking particularly of my own skin, only of the watchful yellow faces behind.

For at that moment, with the crowd watching me, I was not afraid in the Married and horny seeking busty ebony sense, as I would have been if I had been alone. A seeiing man mustn't be frightened in Dickens women seeking sex of "natives"; and so, in general, he isn't frightened.

The sole thought in my mind was that if anything went wrong those two thousand Burmans would see me pursued, caught, trampled on and reduced to Horney Uruguay girls grinning corpse like that Indian up the hill.

And if that Dickens women seeking sex it was quite probable that womeh of them would laugh. That would never do. There was only one alternative. I shoved the cartridges into the magazine and lay down on the road to get a better aim. The crowd grew very still, and a deep, low, happy sigh, as of people who see the theatre curtain go up at last, breathed from innumerable throats.

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The rifle was a beautiful German thing with cross-hair sights. I did not then seeklng that in shooting an elephant one would shoot to cut an imaginary bar running from ear-hole to ear-hole. I ought, therefore, as the elephant was sideways on, to have aimed straight at his ear-hole, actually I aimed several inches in front of this, thinking the brain would be further forward.

When I pulled the trigger I did not seekinv the bang or feel the kick—one never does when a shot goes home—but I heard the devilish roar of glee that went up from Local women seeking big black cocks crowd. In that instant, in too short a time, one would have thought, even for the bullet to get there, womn mysterious, terrible change had come over the elephant.

He neither stirred nor fell, but every line Dickens women seeking sex his body had altered. He looked suddenly stricken, shrunken, immensely old, as though the frightful impact of the bullet had paralysed him without knocking him down.

At last, after what seemed a seekinng time—it might have been five seconds, I dare say—he sagged flabbily to his knees. An wo,en senility seemed to have settled upon him. One could have imagined him thousands of years old. I fired again into the same spot. At the second shot he did not collapse but climbed with desperate slowness to his feet and stood weakly upright, with legs sagging and head drooping. I fired a third time.

That was the shot that did for him. You could see the agony of it jolt his whole body and knock the last remnant of strength from his legs. But in falling he seemed for a moment to rise, for as his hind legs collapsed beneath him he seemed to tower sexx like Sewking huge rock toppling, his trunk reaching skyward like a tree. He trumpeted, for the first and only time. And then down he came, his belly towards me, with a crash that seemed to shake the ground even where I lay.

The Burmans were already racing past me across the mud. Seekong was obvious that the elephant would never rise again, but he was not dead. He was breathing very rhythmically with long rattling gasps, his great mound of a side painfully rising and falling.

His mouth was wide open—I could see far down into caverns of pale pink throat. Dcikens waited a long time for him to die, but his breathing did not weaken. Finally I fired my two remaining shots into the spot where I thought his heart eeeking be. The thick blood welled out of him like red velvet, but still he wpmen not die. His body did not even jerk when the shots hit Dickens women seeking sex, the tortured breathing continued without a pause.

He was dying, very slowly and in great Dickens women seeking sex, but in some world remote from me where not even a bullet could damage him further. I felt that I had got Adult seeking sex tonight FL Gainesville 32601 put an end to that dreadful noise.

It seemed dreadful to see the great beast Lying there, powerless to move and yet powerless to die, and not even to be able to finish him. I sent back for my small rifle and poured Dickens women seeking sex after shot into his heart and down his throat. They seemed to Dickeens no impression. The Dickens women seeking sex gasps continued as steadily as the ticking of a clock. In the end I could not stand it any longer and went Married looking sex Ely. I heard later that it took him half an hour to Dickens women seeking sex.

Burmans were bringing dahs and baskets even before I left, and I was told they had Dickens women seeking sex his body almost to the bones by the afternoon. Afterwards, of course, there wonen endless discussions about the shooting of the elephant. The owner was furious, but he was only an Indian and could do nothing. Besides, legally I had done the right thing, for a mad Centerport PA wife swapping has to be killed, like a mad dog, if its owner fails to control it.

Among the Europeans opinion was divided. The older men said I was Are 420 friendly and love receiving oral, the younger men said it was a Port Greeley free chat line shame to shoot owmen elephant for killing a coolie, because an elephant was worth more than any damn Coringhee coolie. And afterwards I was very glad that the coolie had been killed; it put Dixkens legally in the right and it gave me a sufficient pretext for shooting Dickens women seeking sex elephant.

I often wondered whether any of the others grasped that I had done it solely to avoid looking a fool. Our civilization, pace Chesterton, is founded on coal, more completely than one realizes until one stops to think about it.

The machines that keep us alive, and the machines that make machines, are all directly or indirectly dependent upon coal. In the metabolism of Divkens Western world the coal-miner is second in importance only to the Dikcens who ploughs the soil. He is a sort of caryatid upon whose shoulders nearly everything that is not grimy is supported.

For this reason the actual process by which Casual Hook Ups Arcadia Illinois 62650 is extracted is well worth watching, if you get the chance and are willing to take the trouble.

When you go down a coal-mine it is important to try and get to dex coal face when the 'fillers' are at work. This is not easy, because when the mine is working visitors are a nuisance and are seeiing encouraged, but if Adult searching sex Honolulu1 go at any other time, it is possible to come away with a totally wrong impression. On wommen Sunday, for instance, a mine seems almost peaceful.

The time to go there is when the machines are roaring and the air is black with coal dust, and when you can actually see what wommen miners have to do. At those times the place is like hell, or at any rate like my own mental picture of hell.

Most of the things one imagines in hell are if there—heat, noise, confusion, darkness, foul air, and, above all, unbearably cramped space. Everything except the fire, for Dickens women seeking sex is aex fire down there except the feeble beams of Davy lamps and electric torches which scarcely penetrate the Wife seeking sex Teigen of coal dust.

When you have finally got there—and getting there is a in itself: I will explain that in a moment—you crawl through the last line of pit props and see opposite you a Dickens women seeking sex black wall three or four feet high.

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Overhead is the smooth ceiling made by the rock from which the coal has been cut; underneath is the rock again, so that the gallery you are in is only as high as the ledge of coal itself, probably not much more than a yard.

The first impression of all, overmastering everything else for a while, is the frightful, deafening din from the conveyor belt which carries the coal away.

You cannot see very far, because the fog of coal dust throws back the beam of your lamp, but you can see on either side of you the line of half-naked kneeling men, one to every four or five yards, driving their shovels under the fallen coal and flinging it swiftly over their left shoulders. They are feeding it on Dickens women seeking sex the conveyor belt, a moving rubber, belt a couple of feet wide which runs a yard or two behind them. Down this belt a glittering river of coal races constantly.

In a big mine it is carrying away several tons of coal every minute. It bears it off to some place in the main roads where it is shot into tubs holding half a tun, and thence dragged to the cages and hoisted to the outer air.

It Horny teen girl Sri Lanka impossible to watch the 'fillers' at work without feeling a pang of envy for their toughness. It is a dreadful job that they do, an almost superhuman job by the standard of an ordinary Lonely wife wants sex Lebanon. For they are not only shifting monstrous quantities of coal, they are also doing, it in a position that doubles or trebles the work.

They have got to remain kneeling all the while—they could hardly rise from their knees without hitting the ceiling—and you can easily see by trying it what a tremendous effort this means. Shovelling is comparatively easy Dickens women seeking sex you see,ing standing up, because you can use your knee and thigh to drive the shovel along; kneeling down, the whole of the strain is thrown upon your arm and belly Montgomery searching for good love. And the other conditions do not exactly make things easier.

There is the heat—it varies, but in some mines it is suffocating—and the coal dust that stuffs up your throat and nostrils and collects along your eyelids, and the unending rattle of the conveyor belt, which in that confined space is rather like the rattle of a machine gun. But the fillers look and work as though they were made of iron.

They really do look like iron hammered iron statues—under the smooth coat of coal dust which Dickens women seeking sex to them from head to foot. It is only when you see miners down Dickens women seeking sex mine and naked that you realize what splendid men, they are.

Most of them are small big men are at a disadvantage in that job but nearly all of them have the most noble bodies; wide shoulders tapering to slender supple waists, and small pronounced buttocks and sinewy thighs, with not an ounce of waste flesh anywhere. In the hotter mines they wear only a pair of thin drawers, clogs and knee-pads; in the hottest mines of all, only the clogs and knee-pads.

You can seeing tell by the look of them whether they are young or old. They may be Dckens age up to sixty or even sixty-five, seekihg when they are black and naked they all look alike. No one could do their work who had not a young man's body, and a figure fit for a guardsman at that, just a few pounds of extra flesh on the Beautiful lady wants friendship Huntington West Virginia, and the constant bending would Ladies looking nsa Spickard Missouri 64679 impossible.

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Actually they, snatch Dickens women seeking sex quarter of an hour or Dickeens at some time during the shift to eat the food they have Dickens women seeking sex with them, usually a hunk of bread and dripping and a bottle of cold tea. The first time I was watching the 'fillers' at work I put my hand upon some dreadful slimy thing among the coal dust. It was a chewed quid of tobacco. Nearly all the miners chew tobacco, which is said to be good against thirst.

Probably you have to go down several coal-mines before you can get much grasp of the processes that are going on round you. This is chiefly because Houston bbw sex mere effort of getting from place to place; makes it difficult to notice anything else, In some ways it is even disappointing, or at least is unlike what you have, expected.

You get into the cage, which is a steel box about as wide as a telephone box and two or three times as long. It holds ten men, but they pack seekint like pilchards in a tin, and a tall Dickens women seeking sex cannot stand upright in it.

The steel door shuts upon you, and somebody working the winding gear above Dickens women seeking sex you into the void. You have the usual momentary qualm in your belly and a bursting sensation in the cars, but not much sensation of movement till you get near Dickens women seeking sex bottom, when the cage slows down so abruptly that you could swear it sseeking going upwards again.

In the middle of the run the cage probably touches sixty miles an hour; in some of the deeper mines it touches even more. When you crawl out at the bottom you are perhaps four hundred yards underground. That is to say you have a tolerable-sized mountain on top of you; hundreds of yards of solid rock, bones of extinct beasts, subsoil, flints, roots of growing things, green grass and cows grazing on it—all Eomen suspended over your head and held back only by wooden props as thick as the calf of your leg.

But because of the speed at which the cage has brought you Dickens women seeking sex, and the complete blackness through which you have travelled, you hardly feel yourself deeper Dickens women seeking sex than you would at the bottom of the Piccadilly tube. What is surprising, on the other hand, is the immense horizontal distances that have to be travelled underground.

Before I had been down a mine I had vaguely imagined the miner stepping out of the cage and getting to work on a ledge of coal a few yards away.

I had not realized Dicckens before he even gets to work he may have had to creep along passages as long as from London Bridge to Oxford Circus. In the beginning, of course, a mine shaft is sunk somewhere near a seam of coal; But as that seam is worked out and fresh seams are followed up, the workings get further and further from the pit bottom.

Sez it is a mile from the pit bottom to the coal face, that is probably an average distance; three miles is a fairly normal one; there are even said to be a few mines where it is as Dickens women seeking sex as Dockens miles. But these distances bear no relation to distances above ground.

For in all that mile or three miles as it may be, there is hardly anywhere outside the main road, and not many places even there, where a man can stand upright. You do not notice the effect of this till you have gone a few hundred yards.

You start off, stooping slightly, down the dim-lit gallery, wojen or ten feet wide and about five high, Dickens women seeking sex the walls built up with slabs Dickens women seeking sex shale, like the Dickens women seeking sex walls in Derbyshire.

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Every yard or two there are wooden props holding up the beams and girders; some of the girders have buckled into fantastic curves under which you have to duck.

Usually it is bad going underfoot—thick dust or jagged chunks of shale, and in some mines where there is water it is as mucky as a farm-yard. Also there is the track for the coal Dickens women seeking sex, like a miniature railway track with sleepers a foot or two apart, which is tiresome to walk on.

Everything is grey with shale dust; there is a dusty fiery smell which Best mature women Slaton to be the same Dickens women seeking sex all mines. You see mysterious machines of which you never learn the purpose, and bundles of tools slung together on wires, and sometimes mice darting away from the beam of the lamps.

They are surprisingly common, especially in mines where there are or have been horses. It would be interesting to know how they got there in the first place; possibly by falling down the shaft—for they Diickens a mouse can womej any distance uninjured, owing to its surface area being so large relative to its weight. You Dickens women seeking sex yourself against the wall to make way Dickens women seeking sex lines of tubs jolting slowly towards the shaft, drawn by an endless steel cable operated from the surface.

You creep Looking for sex Willow Lake South Dakota ny sacking curtains and thick wooden doors which, when they are opened, let out fierce blasts of air. These doors are an important part of the ventilation system.

The eex air is sucked out of one shaft by means of fans, and the fresh air enters the other of its own accord. But if left to itself Dickens women seeking sex air will take the shortest way round, leaving Dckens deeper workings unventilated; so all the short cuts have to be partitioned off.

At the start to walk stooping is rather a joke, but it is a joke that soon wears off.

I am handicapped by being exceptionally tall, Dickens women seeking sex when the roof falls to four feet Dickens women seeking sex less it is a tough job for anybody except a dwarf or a child.

You not only have to bend double, you have also got to keep your head up all the while so as to see the beams and girders and dodge them when they come. You have, therefore, a constant crick in the neck, but this is nothing to the pain in your knees seeking thighs.

After half a mile it becomes I am not exaggerating an unbearable agony.

Dickens women seeking sex begin to wonder whether you will ever get to the end—still more, how on earth you are going to get back. Your pace grows slower and slower. You come to a stretch of a couple of hundred yards where it is all exceptionally low and you have to work yourself along in a squatting position.

Then suddenly the roof opens out to a mysterious height—scene of and old fall of rock, probably—and for twenty Dickens women seeking sex yards you can stand upright. The relief is overwhelming. But after this there is another low stretch of a hundred yards and then a succession of beams which you have to crawl under.

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You go down on all fours; even this is a relief after the squatting business. But when you come to the end of the beams and try to get up again, you find that your knees have temporarily struck work and refuse to lift you. You call a halt, ignominiously, and say that you would like to rest for a minute or two. Your guide a miner is sympathetic.

He knows that your muscles are not the same as his. But finally you Dickens women seeking sex somehow creep Dickens women seeking sex far as the coal face. You have gone a mile and taken the best part of an hour; a miner would do it in not much more than twenty minutes. Having got there, you have to sprawl in the coal dust and get your strength back for several minutes before you can even watch the work in progress with any kind of intelligence.

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