Jack's doubts were, as often happens to man, rather solved for him than
by him. Say what folk will, Rawfolds was not attacked nor Horsfall shot
in vain. Those two events pleaded harder with our masters in Parliament
than Mr. Brougham. They were arguments that could not be resisted. In
June of that year, on the 18th to be exact, the Orders in Council were
repealed, and our Valley and all the West Riding was soon busy with the
stir of a revived industry. It was as tho' we breathed free after the
weight and pressure of a long nightmare. The markets briskened at once,
as tho' under a fairy's touch. Men went about shaking each other by the
hand and with glad smiles upon their faces and in their eyes. The idle
looms began to click, the roads were again busy as of yore with the
traffic of great waggons departing laden and returning empty of their
load. The canal began to be used freely for the carriage of piles of
pieces. We could not make goods fast enough. The ports were once more
open, and it seemed as if, all the world over, the nations were crying
for our goods. It was as if the waters of commerce, frozen and banked
up, had been thawed by a sudden heat and hounded forth in tumultuous
volume. The church bells all over the Riding rang out the glad news. The
manufacturers of our parts had a great dinner at the Cherry Tree and
many another hostelry besides, and for the first time in my life and the
last, I saw my father overcome by strong waters. He held down his head
many a day at after before the awful face of my mother.
We shared in this great outburst of glorious sunshine. Our house was
filled with pieces that my mother had vowed could have no other end than
to be eaten by moths and rats. They found now a ready market, and the
cry was still for more. We were all as busy as Thropp's wife from
morning till night. I could not be spared from my own loom and from the
warping and seeing to the bunting and country work. And so it came about
that Jack went with my father on one of his rounds and proved himself so
apt at cozening customers and became so great a favourite with the
farmers' wives that came to buy suit lengths, that he was in time deemed
fit to be trusted with a load on his own account. He bought a horse and
waggon, established a round of his own, where he wouldn't clash with us,
purchased his goods for the most part of us, and in a smallish way began
to build a business, and laid the foundations of a thriving trade for
his son and his son's son.
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