The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social War — John Shaqi
The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social WarBramah, Ernest
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The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social War
Bramah, Ernest
Dystopias -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction
Such was the position when Salt set out on his provincial holiday.
He had nothing to learn; elementary detail of that kind belonged to
another journey, when, more than two years ago, he had made the
self-same tour. He did not go to offer peace or war; that die had been
cast blindly--who shall say how many years before?--in Northampton boot
factories, Lancashire mills, Durham coal-pits, in Radical clubs and
Labour cabinets. But in war, and in civil war most of all, every blow
aimed at the foe must spend its expiring force upon a friend--and
therefore Salt went to the coal-fields.
At each centre he was met by a high official of the League who had local
knowledge. The man made his report; it concerned a list he brought, a
list of names. Sometimes it contained only three or four names,
sometimes as many dozens. If to each name there stood the word
"Content," Salt passed on to his next centre. If some were reported to
be holding out or dissatisfied, Salt remained. When he resumed his
methodical way the word "Content" had been added to every name.
Only once did failure threaten to mar his record. A Lancashire colliery
proprietor, a man who had risen from the lowest grade of labour, as men
more often did in the hard, healthy days of emulous rivalry than in the
later piping times of union-imposed collective indolence, did not wish
to listen. Positive, narrow, over-bearing, he was permeated with the
dogmatic egotism of his successful life. He had never asked another
man's advice; he had never made a mistake. As hard as the ground out of
which he had carved his fortune, he hated and despised his men; they
knew it, and hated and respected him in return. His own brother worked
as a miner in his "1500 deep" and received a miner's wage. He hated his
master with the rest. Lomas was the "closest" employer in the north
central coal-field, and the richest. But there were fewer widows and
orphans in Halghcroft than in any other pit village of its size, and
Lomas spent nothing in insurance. Under his immediate eye cage cables
did not snap, tram shackles part, nor did unexpected falls of shoring
occur. His men did not smoke at their work, and no mysterious explosion
had ever engaged the attention of a Board of Trade enquiry.
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