George Manville Fenn

George Manville Fenn

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Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn,  Son Philip

“ Another effort, and he would have been on the edge of the shaft, when there was a sharp tug behind, and he felt himself arrested by the brambles that had twisted round one of his legs—a slight tug, but enough to stop him in his perilous position. The tangle of hazel boughs to which his legs were clinging came away with a fierce rush, an avalanche of earth fell, and Philip Hexton was once more swinging to and fro over the awful pit, listening with closed eyes to the rustle and rush of the great rooted-up hazel, as it fell into the pit. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn,  Son Philip

“ I tell you men that you are always working on the very edge of death through your own folly.”
“And I tell ’ee,” cried Ebenezer Parks, “that thou knows nowt about it.”
“Silence, sir!” cried Philip, whose blood was up; and in a puzzled way, as if he could not half understand it, the big miner shook his head, and shrank back astonished that this boy, as he called him, should master him as he did.
For the big miner had yet to learn that knowledge is power—a power of ten thousand times greater force than the stoutest muscles ever owned by man.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn,  Son Philip

“ Philip Hexton strode up the next moment, nodded shortly to the men, stepped into the crowded cage, and giving the signal, the stout iron-framed contrivance began rapidly to descend, and the fresh comer, who was still very new at these descents, felt that strange sensation as the cage rushed down, just as if the whole of the internal organs had burst out laughing at the fun they were going to have of trying to frighten their owner’s head.
It is not a pleasant sensation, that of a descent into a coal-pit.
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Source: Gutenberg

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