"b less me, lad, another poond o' candles! i never did hear o' sich waste," mrs. haden exclaimed as jack entered the cottage on a winter's afternoon, two years and a half after he had gone into the pit. "another poond o' candles, and it was only last monday as you bought the last—nigh two candles a night. thou wilt kill thyself sitting up reading o' nights, and thy eyes will sink i' thy head, and thou'lt be as blind as a bat afore thou'rt forty."

"i only read up to eleven, mother, that gives me six hours abed, and as thou know, six for a man, seven for a woman, is all that is needful; and as to the expense, as dad lets me keep all my earnings save five bob a week—and very good o' him it is; i doan't know no man in the pit as does as much—why, i ha' plenty o' money for my candles and books, and to lay by summat for a rainy day."

"aye, aye, lad, i know thou be'st not wasteful save in candles; it's thy health i thinks o'."

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"health!" jack laughed; "why, there ain't a lad in the pit as strong as i am of my age, and i ha' never ailed a day yet, and doan't mean to."

"what ha' ye been doing all the arternoon, jack?"

"i ha' been sliding in the big pond wi' harry shepherd and a lot o' others. then dick somers, he knocked down harry's little sister fan, as she came running across th' ice, and larfed out when she cried—a great brute—so i licked he till he couldn't see out o' his eyes."

"he's bigger nor thee, too," mrs. haden said admiringly.

"aye, he's bigger," jack said carelessly, "but he ain't game, dick ain't; loses his temper, he does, and a chap as does that when he's fighting ain't o' no account. but i must not stand a clappeting here; it's past six, and six is my time."

"have your tea first, jack, it's a' ready; but i do believe thou'dst go wi'out eating wi'out noticing it, when thou'st got thy books in thy head."

jack sat down and drank the tea his mother poured out for him, and devoured bread and butter with a zest that showed that his appetite was unimpaired by study. as soon as he had finished he caught up his candle, and with a nod to mrs. haden ran upstairs to his room.

jack simpson's craze for learning, as it was regarded by the other lads of stokebridge, was the subject of much joking and chaff among them. had he been a [pg 76]shy and retiring boy, holding himself aloof from the sports of his mates, ridicule would have taken the place of joking, and persecution of chaff. but jack was so much one of themselves, a leader in their games, a good fellow all round, equally ready to play or to fight, that the fact that after six o'clock he shut himself up in his room and studied, was regarded as something in the nature of a humorous joke.

when he had first begun, his comrades all predicted that the fit would not last, and that a few weeks would see the end of it; but weeks and months and years had gone by, and jack kept on steadily at the work he had set himself to do. amusement had long died away, and there grew up an unspoken respect for their comrade.

"he be a rum 'un, be jack," they would say; "he looves games, and can lick any chap his age anywhere round, and yet he shoots himself oop and reads and reads hours and hours every day, and he knows a heap, bull-dog does." not that jack was in the habit of parading his acquirements; indeed he took the greatest pains to conceal them and to show that in no respect did he differ from his playfellows.

the two hours which he now spent twice a week with mr. merton, and his extensive reading, had modified his rough staffordshire dialect, and when with his master he spoke correct english almost free of provincialisms, although with his comrades of the pit he spoke as they spoke, and never introduced any allusion to his [pg 77]studies. all questions as to his object in spending his evenings with his books were turned aside with joking answers, but his comrades had accidentally discovered that he possessed extraordinary powers of calculation. one of the lads had vaguely said that he wondered how many buckets of water there were in the canal between stokebridge and birmingham, a distance of eighteen miles, and jack, without seeming to think of what he was doing, almost instantaneously gave the answer to the question. for a moment all were silent with surprise.

"i suppose that be a guess, jack, eh?" fred orme asked.

"noa," jack said, "that's aboot roight, though i be sorry i said it; i joost reckoned it in my head."

"but how didst do that, jack?" his questioner asked, astonished, while the boys standing round stared in silent wonder.

"oh! in my head," jack said carelessly; "it be easy enough to reckon in your head if you practise a little."

"and canst do any sum in thy head, jack, as quick as that?"

"not any sum, but anything easy, say up to the multiplication or division by eight figures."

"let's try him," one boy said.

"all right, try away," jack said. "do it first on a bit of paper, and then ask me."

the boys drew off in a body, and a sum was fixed upon and worked out with a great deal of discussion.

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at last, after a quarter of an hour's work, when all had gone through it and agreed that it was correct, they returned and said to him, "multiply 324,683 by 459,852." jack thought for a few seconds and then taking the pencil and paper wrote down the answer: 149,306,126,916.

"why, jack, thou be'est a conjurer," one exclaimed, while the others broke out into a shout of astonishment.

from that time it became an acknowledged fact that jack simpson was a wonder, and that there was some use in studying after all; and after their games were over they would sit round and ask him questions which they had laboriously prepared, and the speed and accuracy of his answers were a never-failing source of wonder to them.

as to his other studies they never inquired; it was enough for them that he could do this, and the fact that he could do it made them proud of him in a way, and when put upon by the pitmen it became a common retort among them, "don't thou talk, there's jack simpson, he knows as much as thee and thy mates put together. why, he can do a soom as long as a slaate as quick as thou'd ask it."

jack himself laughed at his calculating powers, and told the boys that they could do the same if they would practise, believing what he said; but in point of fact this was not so, for the lad had an extraordinary natural faculty for calculation, and his schoolmaster [pg 79]was often astonished by the rapidity with which he could prepare in his brain long and complex calculations, and that in a space of time little beyond that which it would take to write the question upon paper.

so abnormal altogether was his power in this respect that mr. merton begged him to discontinue the practice of difficult calculation when at work.

"it is a bad thing, jack, to give undue prominence to one description of mental labour, and i fear that you will injure your brain if you are always exercising it in one direction. therefore when in the pit think over other subjects, history, geography, what you will, but leave calculations alone except when you have your books before you."