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UNDER HIGH PRESSURE. BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN, Author of "The White Virgin," A Tiger Lily," &c., &e. (ALL BIGHTS RESERVED.) "I gave you fair warning, old fellow, that as sure as you re standing there looking up at that tree, down it will come some stormy night and- let me see Hang it all, Dick I" I cried, don't say it will fall toward the house." Leb-me-see," he repeated slowly, and with great emphasis, and beginning at once to walk slowly round the great picturesque elm which stood up there, forming quite a landmark for miles around-a mark that I could point out to London friends who came down to my South Anglian cottage as I drove them from the station seven miles away. There's home I I used to say as I pointed proudly with my whip just as I had on the pre- vious day to Dick Granger. Then, as a rule, friends would say- Oh, is iO Seems a good way from the station but Dick merely grunted and mumbled out in a disparaging way—' I don't like elms.' Why ? r' I asked. Nasty, brittle, treacherous kind of tree," he replied unsafe, always dropping great bows,or coming down with a crash and killing people." -1 This one doesn't," I said, laughing. "Splendid tree. Why it must have stood there a couple of hundred years." 11 1 daresay. Well I'll run my eye over it in the morning." He did and then fell foul of it, ending by making the declaration above. Oh, it's a great mistakeibringing London friends down into the country to admire your place and ways they are sure to make you uncomfortable by pulling things to pieces. No one ever appre- ciates and enjoys your hobbies. They are your hobbies; so be content and keep them to yourself. So Dick Granger, after saying Let me see," walked slowly round the old patriarch where the two pairs of rooks used to bnild, but took to another tree a quarter of a mile off, to my very great regret. I As hollow as a drum. Then he turned his back on the tree, and looked up at the high-pitohedfgable, glorious that autumn with the port and claret colours of the Virginia creeper, ending by taking out his case, offering me a cigar, selecting one for bimself, biting off the end, and then lighting up all in the most deliberate fashion. My dear boy," he said at last. I'm very glad I came down So am I, Dick. It will do you no end of good," I oried warmly. It will do you no end of good," he retorted. Why, my dear old man. Damocles was no- where." Of course, Dick. All classic fable." I mean, sir, his position with the sword sus- pended over his head was safety compared to yours. Here, who sleeps in that room 2" "That! The children." "Great heavens ? Why that tree weighs tons upon tons, and some night before long, down it will come. ergksii through that roof as if it were papier mache, and you and your wife will be gazing at the ruins which cover the mutilated remains of your offsprings, if, I say if. by some miracle you have not shared their fate." Some night," I said, sarcastically. Well, it might be day. Night is more likely." My dear, Dick-friend of five and twenty years," I said have you any Jewish blood in your veins ?" Eh ? Hang it, no. Anglo-Saxon to the back- bone. Why f' Because I thought perhaps yon might be a descendant of Michaiah, the eon of Itulah." 11 Sir," he cried, do not be irreverent, and turn with soorn from good advice. That tree is unsafe. Cut it down." rll be banged if I do," I said angrily. "Then it would be sacrilege, so better be irreverent." Do you wish to have labourers in to dig out the bodies of your children ?" Hardly." Then do as I say cut it down." But it isn't unsafe." I tell you it is. Look here." He led me to the great trunk and struck it. Hollow as a drum," he cried. Nonsense I" Look here, then," To my utter astonishment he went down on one knee, scraped away a little earth where a tiny arch appeared in the bark, and thrust in his walking stick nearly to the hook. There I" he oried triumphantly, a mere shell." Then, as he rose and shook the damp touchwood from his stick, he pointed with it all round here and there. Look Jab this, and this, and this great hole." Yes and round up there," I said, where the starlings always build." It Of course," be cried, they always do build in unsafe, hollow trees rooks don't. Humph, strange too," he added, as he stood back, shading his eyes, gazing at the topmost boughs but you don't mean to tell me that those rooks' nesta were made this year ? No," I said, the birds have given up breed- ing here. Of course," he cried, triumphantly, as he thumped down his stick, an ornithological dis- play of prescience and- Of course, of course. Look at that." Yes I said uneasily, for the question of the birds rather startled me; those great fungi come every year." Of course they do, man, to fatten on the rottenness of the tree and here you, professedly an educated man, see birds forsake the place as dangerous, and go on building your nest where it and the eggs-I mean the young-will be crushed." Dick Granger's visit was a failure, and I felt so damped that I was glad when he went back after I had had great difficulty in keeping my temper, for he would talk about that tree before my wife, with the result that she implored me to have it taken down at once. But, exit Dick Granger. Enter Triggs. Triggs was my gardener and odd man, who could do anythiug-at least who would try to do anything. He did not always succeed. I could relate some of Triggs' failures, but I forbear, for I have that big tree overshadowing me. Triggs," I said, the evening after my friend had left us; and, as the wind was blowing and the tree rocked, I spoke the more decisively, Triggs, that big elm is not safe." That she arn't, sir. One of these days she'll come down quelcb." Then if you knew it was not safe, sir, why didn't you tell me ?" 4 How was I to know as you wouldn't tell me to mind my own business, sir," he retorted in an ill-used tone. Ellums is alius shaky sort o' trees, and she might last for a year or two yet, but when she do come she's safe to fall right atop ol the roof." Mgood fellow, why I" Got a hang that way, sir. You look. Yes," I said, quite excitedly. You must go to Fellows, the wheelwright; be buys big timber, and tell him to send his men to cut it down." A Triggs looked at me and then at the tree. Seems a pity, sir." he said; "why, she's close on a hundred foot high." "Seventy feet at least," I said. II Yes, a great piy." I wouldn't have her down, sir." My good fellow, life is more precious than elm trees. I'll have it down." Look here, sir," cried Trlgge, m obedience to a sudden inspiration. why not take her off 'bout half wav up ? That'd ease her, and she'd sprout out fresh, and last another fifty year." What I" I cried, joyously. You might cut her there where she forks out, and makes all them big boughs," he continued, pointing uft; "andttwoutdnt show round. In two year you wouldn't see the place." "Capital I cried. "Ill have it done so. There could be no danger then. Go and tell Fellows at once." "What for, sir? Why, bed only send bumle-footed Ben Rawlins -1 Ben Jenkins, and a nice mess they'd make. ou leave it to me, sir. I could do it." 44 You ? Alonef "Course I could, sir. I can climb that tree. I've been up bigger ones than that after the mags' umts." "What nonsense I Look at the also of the boughs." Triggs laughed at my ignorance. Why, I should out 'em smaller, air," be said. II I should get the big saw fresh set, and have a couple o' ropss, and go right atop, out the small branches first, and keep on iettin' on 'em down one at a time. Daresay it'll take me a week, but tho,tlll be better than havin' in furriners, and you'll have a wood stack as'll last you for months." "That will do, Triggs," I said "begin when- ever you like." Yes, sir," he said. I shall want Sam to help me below to undo the rope when I lower down a bough. Then there'll be no breaking them as we want to leave up." "Qailie right," I said and the next morning, as I was dressing, I beard voices, then a sharp crash, and on looking out of the window there was Triggs seated astride on a fork, sixty feet from the gwand, lowering down one of the too. most boughs by a stoub rope/ after sawing it off just above his head. "Capital!" I shouted, that's the way, bit by bit," and the man nodded, while I wondered how be was going to manage when he had cub away all the moderate boughs, and had arrived at the stem. I asked him, in the course of the morning, as he sent down branch after branch, making the upper part of the tree look terribly mutilated, but he only laughed. You leave it to me, sir, and I'll manage. It only means cutting the tree up here instead of in the wood shed. I shall saw it off in 'bout six- foot lengths." He worked away splendidly, and I bad been noticing how large the boughs looked when they were down. I bad just left him sawing away in another fork, apparently quite at home, cool and safe, when Sam, the big lad who helped, came in after me. shouting and breathless: "Good heavens I ejaculated, an accident! Fallen! Killed?" No, sir," panted the lad. -4 he was a-Ieaning out. sawing, and then he reached over to start a branch as he made faat with the rope, and be slipped." Then he has fallen t" I cried. No, sir, he's up there still, but he's caught, and hanging by his hind-leg, and can I beard no more, for I was running out to see the extent of the accident and there, sure enough, was Triggs, with his ankle fast in a close fork between two boughs, hanging head down- wards, and clutching wildly at the air. Sixty feet from the ground, growing weaker, after frantic efforts to get hold of the tree above, and apparently about to slip from where he was caught, and fall headlong. Thoughts ran swiftly through my brain just then, and rapid pictures formed in my mind of bleeding bodies, doctors, inquests, elm trees, elm coffins, widows, and fatherless children, and then of my own widow and fatherless children, for just as I was attbe top of the thirty. round ladder, with a coil of rope across my chest, I'heard a frantic voice exclaim Oh, my dear, don't, don't. You'll falL" Go in," I roared, savagely. I never spoke to her before like that, but her presence would have unnerved ma, and there was not a moment to lose. My wife went in and I was alone, for the lad had run off for help. I was now at the top of the ladder, and the height above me, as I held on by a branch and looked up. was appalling. Oan't you get hold of the tree ?I cried. It was an absurd question, for I knew he could not. But no answer came, and I felt that now I must climb up above the poor fellow and secure him with the rope before his foot dragged out and he fell. I was aware that I could not climb. I bad not tried for thirty or forty years; but I was in the position of the beaver in the Yankee story when hunted—" obliged to climb, the dog crowded him so." In my case the dog was fate. I could not stop now and see that poor fellow fall. So I began drawing myself up toot by foot, getting hold where I could, and to avoid thinking of falling, and to keep from turning giddy, I began using the most bitter and objectionable language I could command against Dick Granger for causing all this trouble. And all the time I crept up higher and higher, hurting my hands, scrubbing off buttons against the bark, and then bearing a crack which I knew was my watch glass. The next minute I stopped, holding on tightly, to unfasten my gold chain, and thrust it into the watch pocket, for it caught in a dead branch. Keep cool, Triggs," I shouted as I looked up but instead of an answer from above, I heard a sob from below, and I roared out savagely, "Go in and shut that window," for I knew that my wife was watching me, and I dared not look down for fear of losing my presence of mind. Then with fierce determination I climbed on higher and higher, always face to face with diffi- culties which I felt I could not surmount, and then surmounting them in the state of nervous exaltation in which I was How the time went I don't know; all I could feel was that I was a miserable, contemptible coward, and that a 1 schoolboy from the village would have been up in half the time. Then somehow, in the midst of terrible silence. I was standing holding on, with my eyes on a level with my raAut,6 congested, distorted face, as he hung there now quite motionless. For a few moments my nerve seemed to go, and a horrible dread of falling attacked me like a sudden vertigo, and I almost forced myself to act. Clinging now to the tree with my legs so as to leave my hands at liberty, I slipped two or three of tbe coils of rope over my bead, made a knot at the end, then a running noose, and passed it over Triggs till I could draw it tightly round his chest, and then once more I began to climb. This was the more difficult from the man being there and somehow—I cannot tell how—1 dragged myself up. hanging once by my hands, and feeling about with my feet for hold, till I thought I was gone but just at the last the edge of one foot rested on an mequality in the trunk, and I reached the fork in which Triggs was held. Then reaching up I passed the rope over the stump of a bough freshly sawn off, hauled tight, passed the rope over again twice and held on, to breathe and wait till the heavy throbbing of my pulses ceased. For I could feel now that as long as T held on poor Triggs could not fall. But I had pretty well arrived at the end of my tether, and felt now a strange sense of horror that I could never get the rope clear of my chest, uncoiled, and in my terribly insecure position lower the poor fellow down* even if I could release his foot. All I was abl$to do was to keep him from falling, and master'-m'y own dread. I suppose I was not- in that position many minutes with the clear sky above me and the stumps of elm boughs fresh cut all round and about, before there came a shout to me to hold on, then the buzz of voices, and someone oried I'm coming up." It was our vicar's son—a young man I rather despised for giving so much time to athletics. But bless those athletics and all young men's hardened muscles, say I. Why, I could have hugged him, as, talking cheerily the while, he climbed up to me, and cleverly drew the rope down, and off me, passing the coils right off over my legs and feet, and then shaking them loose so that they fell ligho to the men below. Splendid, sir," he said, now loose the rope while I unhitch it." I obeyed, and he undid two of the loops I bad passed over the stump, leaving only one. Below there," he shouted, haul." The men hauled, and gaining confidence now, I helped him to ease up the insensible man till his breast was close up to the stump, and then the ankle was forced out of the narrow fork by which it was held, but not before a pocket knife had been used to out open the man's boot from toe to ankle. mi The rest was easy. There was plenty of rope, and those below lowered Triggs down, for the strong hempen cord passed readily over the stump, and upon the loop being hauled up again we both descended in the same way. I believed I laughed 1 on reaching terra firms, and on being told that Triggs was coming to but was mere humbug to bide my nervous tremor -a sort of siokly grin; and when the vicar joined the little crowd, and shook hands, and made quite a little speeoh aboUt brave Englishmen and their deeds I felt ashamed of myself as I thought. Ah. if they could have analysed my feelings But there Triggs was all right next day. It was only a slip, he said, and he insisted upon finishing the shortening of the tree, which, as years went on, sprouted and became an enormous pollard. But I often had that scene in a kind of night. mare when I was unwell, and I never forgave Granger to the extent of asking him down again. [THfc END.]

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