〃Not a day； Mr。 Starr。 You know my father。 It is there he was born； it is there he means to die！〃
〃I can understand that； Harry。 I can understand that！ His native mine！ He did not like to abandon it！ And are you happy there？〃
〃Yes； Mr。 Starr；〃 replied the young miner； 〃for we love one another； and we have but few wants。〃
〃Well； Harry；〃 said the engineer； 〃lead the way。〃
And walking rapidly through the streets of Callander； in a few minutes they had left the town behind them。
CHAPTER III THE DOCHART PIT
HARRY FORD was a fine； strapping fellow of five and twenty。 His grave looks； his habitually passive expression； had from childhood been noticed among his rades in the mine。 His regular features； his deep blue eyes； his curly hair； rather chestnut than fair； the natural grace of his person； altogether made him a fine specimen of a lowlander。 Accustomed from his earliest days to the work of the mine； he was strong and hardy； as well as brave and good。 Guided by his father； and impelled by his own inclinations； he had early begun his education； and at an age when most lads
are little more than apprentices； he had managed to make himself of some importance； a leader； in fact； among his fellows； and few are very ignorant in a country which does all it can to remove ignorance。 Though； during the first years of his youth； the pick was never out of Harry's hand； nevertheless the young miner was not long in acquiring sufficient