The question had arisen in my mind from a paragraph in a local paper, which I had seen to-day.
This paragraph was headed “Buried alive.”
It contained an account of some colliers in a not very distant part of Glamorganshire, who had been killed in a mining accident, truly buried in their full health and strength by the sudden giving way of a column of coal.
I had read the paragraph aloud to mother and David at breakfast.
I had seen David’s face flush and then grow pale, had heard mother say, “That place is not far from Ffynon; I am glad the accident did not happen in our mine, David.”
“Thank God! and it might have been,” from David.
Then mother added—
“Things will mend in the old place soon, my son.”
“I trust so,” from David.
Then expressions of pity and sympathy from both pairs of lips, for the injured and killed.