The seed she sowed : $b A tale of the great dock strike.Leslie, Emma
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The seed she sowed : $b A tale of the great dock strike.
Leslie, Emma
Docks -- England -- London -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Strikes and lockouts -- Juvenile fiction
The twenty tickets that were given out were soon distributed. With the
practised eye of one well versed in appraising the working capabilities
of the crowd before him, the foreman selected his party. He recognized
Chaplin by the light of the lantern he held, as one who had scarcely
been able to keep up for an hour the previous day, and so a ticket was
handed over his head to a man who had only just come up.
With a sickening feeling of despair, Chaplin turned away as the gates
closed. Brown had been selected, and for a minute, he felt as though he
almost hated him for his "luck."
Although the gates had shut, and there would not be another call for
an hour at least, the crowd showed no intention of moving from their
post. Silent and subdued they ranged themselves against the dock wall
for such shelter as it would afford them from the pelting rain, and
presently the new day broke, cold and misty, and yet it made one or
two of the men raise their heads, and perhaps there was a flutter of
something like hope stealing through their minds as one and another
looked out towards the east, and then towards the dock gates in the
hope that they would be opened again soon now that daylight had come.
Patient and quiet they stood until about three o'clock, and then
another call for hands came, and there was the same fighting and
struggling for the chance of an hour's work.
Some of those who had gone in with the first lot came out now,
thoroughly exhausted with their two hours' labour; but Brown was not
among them. Chaplin did not get taken on, and the foreman told him
plainly there would be no work for him that day. So with a sigh he
turned homewards, wet through now with the drenching rain.
Brown would want a good breakfast when he came out at five o'clock,
and recalling the bargain they had made, he thought the least he could
do was to have something ready for him when he came home. So without
disturbing his wife, he lighted a fire in Brown's room, and by the
time he came back from the docks between five and six, he had got some
coffee ready, as well as some bacon and eggs cooked.
"That's it, mate," said Brown heartily when he came in and saw the
preparations that had been made for his home-coming; "when I get that
into me, and have had an hour or two to rest, I shall be ready for
another shift. Mate, you and I must just go shares for a bit longer,
and—"
"No, no," interrupted Chaplin, "we've had enough of that, or I should
think you had. Here you've been at work four hours, and according to
our bargain, if you mean to hold to it, I shall have half your money
for doing nothing."
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