Jane Eayre Fryer, Our Home and Personal Duty
“ When you step into the cage, that is the elevator, you leave the sunlight behind. The cage sinks down, down into pitch darkness, sometimes hundreds of feet. At the bottom of the shaft it is like an under-ground city. Street-like tunnels, with car tracks laid on them, run out in every direction. The coal cars are drawn by mules or by electricity.“As you go up the tracks you see cross tunnels and the miners’ little lamps shining in dark holes that look like black caves. ”
