Through the mill: The life of a mill-boyBrown, Frederic Kenyon
Philosophy
Through the mill: The life of a mill-boy
Brown, Frederic Kenyon
Child labor -- United States; Cotton manufacture -- United States; Textile workers -- United States
Then I remembered the novels I had read; some of them, an “Army and
Navy Series,” had told of apprentice life in the navy. I knew that
Newport was the recruiting station, and I resolved to enlist.
When I proposed the matter to my aunt, she agreed to let me go. The
following morning I obtained a day’s holiday and went on the electric
cars to the noted seaport town.
This trip abroad, with its opportunities to see that there were people
who did other things besides work in the mill, and with its freedom and
sunshine, made me more desperate than ever to leave the mill. I was
like the Pilgrim in the first chapter of Bunyan’s allegory, running
from the City of Destruction, fingers in ears, calling “Life, Life!”
I walked around Newport cliffs and touched the gateways of the palaces
which front the famous walk. I reveled in the shimmer of the sea and
the fragrance of shrubs and flowers. This was life and the world! I
must get out in it; take my place daily in it, and live the life of a
Man. God made the sun and the fragrant air; he made the flowers and
created health. That was due me, because it was not my sin, but that of
my elders, which had shut me out of it through my boyhood. These were
some of the thoughts uppermost in my mind. I walked the narrow streets
and broad avenues--places which I had read of and had never hoped to
see. If I had to return to the mill, I could say that I had seen so
much of the outside world, at least!
After I had watched the departure of some torpedo-boats in the
direction of a gray-fronted fort across the bay, I hurried in the
direction of the naval college to see if Uncle Sam would give me the
chance to leave the mill which others had denied.
I passed a training-ship with its housed deck. I walked along past
drill grounds and barracks and entered a quiet office. With a beating
heart I announced to the attendant that I had come to offer myself for
enlistment in the training-school. He led me into a large, dim room to
a group of uniformed officers. They asked me a few questions, tested me
with bits of colored wool, and then I was commanded to disrobe.
The remainder of the examination must have been exceedingly
perfunctory, for the scales registered only one hundred and eighteen
pounds and I stood five feet eleven inches in my bare feet. That was
enough to exclude me, but they went on with the tests, examining my
teeth (the front one was missing), pounding my chest, and testing the
beat of my heart. No comments were made, and after I had dressed again
I was sent to an anteroom and told to wait their decision.
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