He was taking it to
the Seigneur for his tithes. And then in a moment he gave a shout and I
saw he was gone."
"That was terrible. What did you do?"
"I screamed and crawled back across the narrow bit to the cutting, and
ran screaming up to the cottages at Plaisance, and Thomas Carre and his
men came running down. But they could do nothing. They went round in a
boat from the Creux, but he was dead."
"And how did you get home?"
"Thomas Carre took me across and I ran on alone, but it was months
before I could forget poor old Hirzel Mollet."
"I should think so, indeed. That was a terrible thing to see."
The opening of the mines, and the influx of the Welsh and Cornishmen and
their wives and children, with their new and up-to-date ideas of living
and dressing, had wrought a great and not altogether wholesome change
upon the original inhabitants.
All the week they were hard at work in their fields or their boats, but
on Sunday the lonely lanes leading to Little Sark were thronged with
sightseers, curious to inspect the mines and the latest odd fashions
among the miners' wives and daughters.
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