Nell Adopted
: The Underground CityA COUPLE of hours later, Harry still unconscious, and the child in a
very feeble state, were brought to the cottage by Jack Ryan and his
companions. The old overman listened to the account of their adventures,
while Madge attended with the utmost care to the wants of her son, and
of the poor creature whom he had rescued from the pit.
Harry imagined her a mere child, but she was a maiden of the age of
fift
She gazed at them with vague and wondering eyes; and the thin face,
drawn by suffering, the pallid complexion, which light could never have
tinged, and the fragile, slender figure, gave her an appearance at once
singular and attractive. Jack Ryan declared that she seemed to him to be
an uncommonly interesting kind of ghost.
It must have been due to the strange and peculiar circumstances under
which her life hitherto had been led, that she scarcely seemed to belong
to the human race. Her countenance was of a very uncommon cast, and her
eyes, hardly able to bear the lamp-light in the cottage, glanced around
in a confused and puzzled way, as if all were new to them.
As this singular being reclined on Madge's bed and awoke to
consciousness, as from a long sleep, the old Scotchwoman began to
question her a little.
"What do they call you, my dear?" said she.
"Nell," replied the girl.
"Do you feel anything the matter with you, Nell?"
"I am hungry. I have eaten nothing since--since--"
Nell uttered these few words like one unused to speak much. They were
in the Gaelic language, which was often spoken by Simon and his family.
Madge immediately brought her some food; she was evidently famished. It
was impossible to say how long she might have been in that pit.
"How many days had you been down there, dearie?" inquired Madge.
Nell made no answer; she seemed not to understand the question.
"How many days, do you think?"
"Days?" repeated Nell, as though the word had no meaning for her, and
she shook her head to signify entire want of comprehension.
Madge took her hand, and stroked it caressingly. "How old are you, my
lassie?" she asked, smiling kindly at her.
Nell shook her head again.
"Yes, yes," continued Madge, "how many years old?"
"Years?" replied Nell. She seemed to understand that word no better than
days! Simon, Harry, Jack, and the rest, looked on with an air of mingled
compassion, wonder, and sympathy. The state of this poor thing, clothed
in a miserable garment of coarse woolen stuff, seemed to impress them
painfully.
Harry, more than all the rest, seemed attracted by the very peculiarity
of this poor stranger. He drew near, took Nell's hand from his mother,
and looked directly at her, while something like a smile curved her
lip. "Nell," he said, "Nell, away down there--in the mine--were you all
alone?"
"Alone! alone!" cried the girl, raising herself hastily. Her features
expressed terror; her eyes, which had appeared to soften as Harry looked
at her, became quite wild again. "Alone!" repeated she, "alone!"--and
she fell back on the bed, as though deprived of all strength.
"The poor bairn is too weak to speak to us," said Madge, when she had
adjusted the pillows. "After a good rest, and a little more food, she
will be stronger. Come away, Simon and Harry, and all the rest of you,
and let her go to sleep." So Nell was left alone, and in a very few
minutes slept profoundly.
This event caused a great sensation, not only in the coal mines, but in
Stirlingshire, and ultimately throughout the kingdom. The strangeness of
the story was exaggerated; the affair could not have made more commotion
had they found the girl enclosed in the solid rock, like one of those
antediluvian creatures who have occasionally been released by a stroke
of the pickax from their stony prison. Nell became a fashionable wonder
without knowing it. Superstitious folks made her story a new subject for
legendary marvels, and were inclined to think, as Jack Ryan told Harry,
that Nell was the spirit of the mines.
"Be it so, Jack," said the young man; "but at any rate she is the good
spirit. It can have been none but she who brought us bread and water
when we were shut up down there; and as to the bad spirit, who must
still be in the mine, we'll catch him some day."
Of course James Starr had been at once informed of all this, and came,
as soon as the young girl had sufficiently recovered her strength, to
see her, and endeavor to question her carefully.
She appeared ignorant of nearly everything relating to life, and,
although evidently intelligent, was wanting in many elementary ideas,
such as time, for instance. She had never been used to its division, and
the words signifying hours, days, months, and years were unknown to her.
Her eyes, accustomed to the night, were pained by the glare of the
electric discs; but in the dark her sight was wonderfully keen, the
pupil dilated in a remarkable manner, and she could see where to others
there appeared profound obscurity. It was certain that her brain had
never received any impression of the outer world, that her eyes had
never looked beyond the mine, and that these somber depths had been all
the world to her.
The poor girl probably knew not that there were a sun and stars, towns
and counties, a mighty universe composed of myriads of worlds. But
until she comprehended the significance of words at present conveying no
precise meaning to her, it was impossible to ascertain what she knew.
As to whether or not Nell had lived alone in the recesses of New
Aberfoyle, James Starr was obliged to remain uncertain; indeed, any
allusion to the subject excited evident alarm in the mind of this
strange girl. Either Nell could not or would not reply to questions, but
that some secret existed in connection with the place, which she could
have explained, was manifest.
"Should you like to stay with us? Should you like to go back to where we
found you?" asked James Starr.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed the maiden, in answer to his first question; but a
cry of terror was all she seemed able to say to the second.
James Starr, as well as Simon and Harry Ford, could not help feeling
a certain amount of uneasiness with regard to this persistent silence.
They found it impossible to forget all that had appeared so inexplicable
at the time they made the discovery of the coal mine; and although that
was three years ago, and nothing new had happened, they always expected
some fresh attack on the part of the invisible enemy.
They resolved to explore the mysterious well, and did so, well armed
and in considerable numbers. But nothing suspicious was to be seen; the
shaft communicated with lower stages of the crypt, hollowed out in the
carboniferous bed.
Many a time did James Starr, Simon, and Harry talk over these things. If
one or more malevolent beings were concealed in the coal-pit, and there
concocted mischief, Nell surely could have warned them of it, yet she
said nothing. The slightest allusion to her past life brought on such
fits of violent emotion, that it was judged best to avoid the subject
for the present. Her secret would certainly escape her by-and-by.
By the time Nell had been a fortnight in the cottage, she had become a
most intelligent and zealous assistant to old Madge. It was clear that
she instinctively felt she should remain in the dwelling where she had
been so charitably received, and perhaps never dreamt of quitting it.
This family was all in all to her, and to the good folks themselves Nell
had seemed an adopted child from the moment when she first came beneath
their roof. Nell was in truth a charming creature; her new mode of
existence added to her beauty, for these were no doubt the first happy
days of her life, and her heart was full of gratitude towards those to
whom she owed them. Madge felt towards her as a mother would; the old
woman doted upon her; in short, she was beloved by everybody. Jack Ryan
only regretted one thing, which was that he had not saved her himself.
Friend Jack often came to the cottage. He sang, and Nell, who had never
heard singing before, admired it greatly; but anyone might see that she
preferred to Jack's songs the graver conversation of Harry, from whom by
degrees she learnt truths concerning the outer world, of which hitherto
she had known nothing.
It must be said that, since Nell had appeared in her own person, Jack
Ryan had been obliged to admit that his belief in hobgoblins was in a
measure weakened. A couple of months later his credulity experienced
a further shock. About that time Harry unexpectedly made a discovery
which, in part at least, accounted for the apparition of the
fire-maidens among the ruins of Dundonald Castle at Irvine.
During several days he had been engaged in exploring the remote
galleries of the prodigious excavation towards the south. At last he
scrambled with difficulty up a narrow passage which branched off through
the upper rock. To his great astonishment, he suddenly found himself in
the open air. The passage, after ascending obliquely to the surface of
the ground, led out directly among the ruins of Dundonald Castle.
There was, therefore, a communication between New Aberfoyle and the
hills crowned by this ancient castle. The upper entrance to this
gallery, being completely concealed by stones and brushwood, was
invisible from without; at the time of their search, therefore, the
magistrates had been able to discover nothing.
A few days afterwards, James Starr, guided by Harry, came himself to
inspect this curious natural opening into the coal mine. "Well,"
said he, "here is enough to convince the most superstitious among us.
Farewell to all their brownies, goblins, and fire-maidens now!"
"I hardly think, Mr. Starr, we ought to congratulate ourselves," replied
Harry. "Whatever it is we have instead of these things, it can't be
better, and may be worse than they are."
"That's true, Harry," said the engineer; "but what's to be done? It is
plain that, whatever the beings are who hide in the mine, they reach
the surface of the earth by this passage. No doubt it was the light of
torches waved by them during that dark and stormy night which attracted
the MOTALA towards the rocky coast, and like the wreckers of former
days, they would have plundered the unfortunate vessel, had it not been
for Jack Ryan and his friends. Anyhow, so far it is evident, and here
is the mouth of the den. As to its occupants, the question is--Are they
here still?"
"I say yes; because Nell trembles when we mention them--yes, because
Nell will not, or dare not, speak about them," answered Harry in a tone
of decision.
Harry was surely in the right. Had these mysterious denizens of the pit
abandoned it, or ceased to visit the spot, what reason could the girl
have had for keeping silence?
James Starr could not rest till he had penetrated this mystery. He
foresaw that the whole future of the new excavations must depend upon
it. Renewed and strict precautions were therefore taken. The authorities
were informed of the discovery of the entrance. Watchers were placed
among the ruins of the castle. Harry himself lay hid for several nights
in the thickets of brushwood which clothed the hill-side.
Nothing was discovered--no human being emerged from the opening. So
most people came to the conclusion that the villains had been finally
dislodged from the mine, and that, as to Nell, they must suppose her to
be dead at the bottom of the shaft where they had left her.
While it remained unworked, the mine had been a safe enough place of
refuge, secure from all search or pursuit. But now, circumstances being
altered, it became difficult to conceal this lurking-place, and it might
reasonably be hoped they were gone, and that nothing for the future was
to be dreaded from them.
James Starr, however, could not feel sure about it; neither could Harry
be satisfied on the subject, often repeating, "Nell has clearly been
mixed up with all this secret business. If she had nothing more to fear,
why should she keep silence? It cannot be doubted that she is happy with
us. She likes us all--she adores my mother. Her absolute silence as to
her former life, when by speaking out she might benefit us, proves to me
that some awful secret, which she dares not reveal, weighs on her
mind. It may also be that she believes it better for us, as well as
for herself, that she should remain mute in a way otherwise so
unaccountable."
In consequence of these opinions, it was agreed by common consent
to avoid all allusion to the maiden's former mode of life. One day,
however, Harry was led to make known to Nell what James Starr, his
father, mother, and himself believed they owed to her interference.
It was a fete-day. The miners made holiday on the surface of the
county of Stirling as well as in its subterraneous domains. Parties of
holiday-makers were moving about in all directions. Songs resounded in
many places beneath the sonorous vaults of New Aberfoyle. Harry and Nell
left the cottage, and slowly walked along the left bank of Loch Malcolm.
Then the electric brilliance darted less vividly, and the rays were
interrupted with fantastic effect by the sharp angles of the picturesque
rocks which supported the dome. This imperfect light suited Nell, to
whose eyes a glare was very unpleasant.
"Nell," said Harry, "your eyes are not fit for daylight yet, and could
not bear the brightness of the sun."
"Indeed they could not," replied the girl; "if the sun is such as you
describe it to me, Harry."
"I cannot by any words, Nell, give you an idea either of his splendor
or of the beauty of that universe which your eyes have never beheld. But
tell me, is it really possible that, since the day when you were born in
the depths of the coal mine, you never once have been up to the surface
of the earth?"
"Never once, Harry," said she; "I do not believe that, even as an
infant, my father or mother ever carried me thither. I am sure I should
have retained some impression of the open air if they had."
"I believe you would," answered Harry. "Long ago, Nell, many children
used to live altogether in the mine; communication was then difficult,
and I have met with more than one young person, quite as ignorant as you
are of things above-ground. But now the railway through our great tunnel
takes us in a few minutes to the upper regions of our country. I long,
Nell, to hear you say, 'Come, Harry, my eyes can bear daylight, and I
want to see the sun! I want to look upon the works of the Almighty.'"
"I shall soon say so, Harry, I hope," replied the girl; "I shall soon go
with you to the world above; and yet--"
"What are you going to say, Nell?" hastily cried Harry; "can you
possibly regret having quitted that gloomy abyss in which you spent your
early years, and whence we drew you half dead?"
"No, Harry," answered Nell; "I was only thinking that darkness is
beautiful as well as light. If you but knew what eyes accustomed to its
depth can see! Shades flit by, which one longs to follow; circles mingle
and intertwine, and one could gaze on them forever; black hollows, full
of indefinite gleams of radiance, lie deep at the bottom of the mine.
And then the voice-like sounds! Ah, Harry! one must have lived down
there to understand what I feel, what I can never express."
"And were you not afraid, Nell, all alone there?"
"It was just when I was alone that I was not afraid."
Nell's voice altered slightly as she said these words; however, Harry
thought he might press the subject a little further, so he said, "But
one might be easily lost in these great galleries, Nell. Were you not
afraid of losing your way?"
"Oh, no, Harry; for a long time I had known every turn of the new mine."
"Did you never leave it?"
"Yes, now and then," answered the girl with a little hesitation;
"sometimes I have been as far as the old mine of Aberfoyle."
"So you knew our old cottage?"
"The cottage! oh, yes; but the people who lived there I only saw at a
great distance."
"They were my father and mother," said Harry; "and I was there too; we
have always lived there--we never would give up the old dwelling."
"Perhaps it would have been better for you if you had," murmured the
maiden.
"Why so, Nell? Was it not just because we were obstinately resolved to
remain that we ended by discovering the new vein of coal? And did not
that discovery lead to the happy result of providing work for a large
population, and restoring them to ease and comfort? and did it not
enable us to find you, Nell, to save your life, and give you the love of
all our hearts?"
"Ah, yes, for me indeed it is well, whatever may happen," replied Nell
earnestly; "for others--who can tell?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing--nothing. But it used to be very dangerous at that time to
go into the new cutting--yes, very dangerous indeed, Harry! Once some
rash people made their way into these chasms. They got a long, long way;
they were lost!"
"They were lost?" said Harry, looking at her.
"Yes, lost!" repeated Nell in a trembling voice. "They could not find
their way out."
"And there," cried Harry, "they were imprisoned during eight long
days! They were at the point of death, Nell; and, but for a kind and
charitable being--an angel perhaps--sent by God to help them, who
secretly brought them a little food; but for a mysterious guide, who
afterwards led to them their deliverers, they never would have escaped
from that living tomb!"
"And how do you know about that?" demanded the girl.
"Because those men were James Starr, my father, and myself, Nell!"
Nell looked up hastily, seized the young man's hand, and gazed so
fixedly into his eyes that his feelings were stirred to their depths.
"You were there?" at last she uttered.
"I was indeed," said Harry, after a pause, "and she to whom we owe our
lives can have been none other than yourself, Nell!"
Nell hid her face in her hands without speaking. Harry had never seen
her so much affected.
"Those who saved your life, Nell," added he in a voice tremulous with
emotion, "already owed theirs to you; do you think they will ever forget
it?"
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I Ginger Stott is a name that was once as well known as any in England. Stott has been the subject of leading articles in every daily paper; his life has been written by an able journalist who interviewed Stott himself, during ten crowded minut... Oceaxe
Maskull's second day on Tormance dawned. Branchspell was already above the horizon when he awoke. He was instantly aware that his organs had changed during the night. His fleshy breve was altered into an eyelike sorb; his magn had swelled and develo... Off For The Treasure
Suddenly Tom, after a moment's pause, seized a wrench and began loosening some nuts. "What are you doing?" asked his father faintly, for he was being weakened by the vitiated atmosphere. "I'm going to take this valve apart," replied his son. ... Off On A Shoreless Sea
About the middle of April appeared the following in one of the leading papers: "Last night our citizens, and a tremendous overflow of visitors were treated to the most magnificent sight their eyes ever beheld. The great aluminum globe, about wh... Off The Pacific Coast
"Well, Lieutenant, how goes the sounding?" "Pretty lively, Captain; we're nearly through;" replied the Lieutenant. "But it's a tremendous depth so near land. We can't be more than 250 miles from the California coast." "The depression certainl... Olaf's Story
There was a little silence. I looked upon him with wonder. Clearly he was in deepest earnest. I know the psychology of the Gael is a curious one and that deep in all their hearts their ancient traditions and beliefs have strong and living roots. An... Omar's Slave
OMAR had been at Trigger's a little over two years when a strange incident occurred. We were then both aged about sixteen, he a few months older than myself. The summer holidays had come round again. I had a month ago visited my uncle in London, a... Omega The Man
The silver airship cut swiftly through the hot thin air. The noonday sun blazed down upon it and the desert world below. All about was the solemn silence of death. No living thing appeared either in the air or on the drab, gray earth. Only the air... On Board The Terror
When I came to my senses it was daylight. A half light pierced the thick glass port-hole of the narrow cabin wherein someone had placed me -- how many hours ago, I could not say! Yet it seemed to me by the slanting rays, that the sun could no... On Disscourn
BY THE TIME that they regained the mouth of the cavern, Blodsombre was at its height. In front of them the scenery sloped downward--a long succession of mountain islands in a sea of clouds. Behind them the bright, stupendous crags of Disscourn loome... On Horsell Common
I found a little crowd of perhaps twenty people surrounding the huge hole in which the cylinder lay. I have already described the appearance of that colossal bulk, embedded in the ground. The turf and gravel about it seemed charred as if by... On The Arizona Hills
I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred, possibly more; but I cannot tell because I have never aged as other men, nor do I remember any childhood. So far as I can recollect I have always been a man, a man of about thi... On The Kaolian Road
If there be a fate that is sometimes cruel to me, there surely is a kind and merciful Providence which watches over me. As I toppled from the tower into the horrid abyss below I counted myself already dead; and Thurid must have done likewise, fo... On The Ocean Bed
Lower and lower sank the submarine. There was a swirling and foaming of the water as she went down, caused by the air bubbles which the craft carried with her in her descent. Only the top of the conning tower was out of water now, the ocean havin... On The Revolving Ladder
THE mining operations at New Aberfoyle continued to be carried on very successfully. As a matter of course, the engineer, James Starr, as well as Simon Ford, the discoverers of this rich carboniferous region, shared largely in the profits. In t... On The River Iss
In the shadows of the forest that flanks the crimson plain by the side of the Lost Sea of Korus in the Valley Dor, beneath the hurtling moons of Mars, speeding their meteoric way close above the bosom of the dying planet, I crept stealthily along ... On The Road
THE course of James Starr's ideas was abruptly stopped, when he got this second letter contradicting the first. "What does this mean?" said he to himself. He took up the torn envelope, and examined it. Like the other, it bore the Aberfoyle postm...