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It was a high, reiterated cry of "Ram!

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One prisoner had been brought out of his cell. This was the rainy season and the ground was soft, and his face had scored a trench a foot deep and a couple of yards long. I filled five dustbins to overflowing with good food. The prisoner, in the grasp of the two warders, looked on incuriously, as though this was another formality of the hanging. Already, at eight o'clock in the morning, we were bored with our captivity. In a lending library you see people's real tastes, not their pretended ones, and one thing that strikes you is how completely the 'classical' English novelists have dropped out of favour. As always happens in the spike, I had at last managed to fall comfortably asleep when it was time to get up. Certainly, it is not the same for them as it would be for you or me. A miner's working shift of seven and a half hours does not sound very long, but one has got to add on to it at least an hour a day for 'travelling', more often two hours and sometimes three. Given a good pitch and the right amount of capital, any educated person ought to be able to make a small secure living out of a bookshop.

All round was the lunar landscape of slag-heaps, and to the north, through the passes, as it were, between the mountains of slag, you could see the factory chimneys sending out their plumes of smoke.

They go on being ugly largely because the Northerners have got used to that kind of thing and do not notice it. But at that moment I glanced round at the crowd that had followed me.

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His experiences in Spain led to his next book, Homage to Catalonia in You'd get seven days for going into the spike with eightpence! We stuffed our ankles with contraband until anyone seeing us might have imagined an outbreak of elephantiasis.

It was an instructive sight.

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The terrible Tramp Major met us at the door and herded us into the bathroom to be stripped and searched. In front, across the patch of waste ground, a cubical building of red and yellow brick, with the sign 'Thomas Grocock, Haulage Contractor'.

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But because of the speed at which the cage has brought you down, and the complete blackness through which you have travelled, you hardly feel yourself deeper down than you would at the bottom of the Piccadilly tube. The owner was furious, but he was only an Indian and could do nothing. The miner's job would be as much beyond my power as it would be to perform on a flying trapeze or to win the Grand National. In mines where the 'travelling' is very bad all the miners carry sticks about two and a half feet long, hollowed out below the handle. In the hotter mines they wear only a pair of thin drawers, clogs and knee-pads; in the hottest mines of all, only the clogs and knee-pads. We looked at the lashed, hooded man on the drop, and listened to his cries—each cry another second of life; the same thought was in all our minds: oh, kill him quickly, get it over, stop that abominable noise! I find that anything outrageously strange generally ends by fascinating me even when I abominate it. That's bad," said the superintendent. You have, therefore, a constant crick in the neck, but this is nothing to the pain in your knees and thighs. His body might be in the spike, but his spirit soared far away, in the pure aether of the middle classes. This man was not dying, he was alive just as we were alive. I did not then know that in shooting an elephant one would shoot to cut an imaginary bar running from ear-hole to ear-hole. The pottery towns are almost equally ugly in a pettier way. Often the slag-heaps are on fire, and at night you can see the red rivulets of fire winding this way and that, and also the slow-moving blue flames of sulphur, which always seem on the point of expiring and always spring out again.

But in falling he seemed for a moment to rise, for as his hind legs collapsed beneath him he seemed to tower upward like a huge rock toppling, his trunk reaching skyward like a tree.

The hangman iss waiting.

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He walked clumsily with his bound arms, but quite steadily, with that bobbing gait of the Indian who never straightens his knees.

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