llow you. Farewell then, my
friends, and may Heaven be with you!"

So saying, James Starr wrung the horny hand of the oldest miner, whose
eyes were dim with tears. Then the overmen of the different pits came
forward to shake hands with him, whilst the miners waved their caps,
shouting, "Farewell, James Starr, our master and our friend!"

This farewell would leave a lasting remembrance in all these honest
hearts. Slowly and sadly the population quitted the yard. The black soil
of the roads leading to the Dochart pit resounded for the last time to
the tread of miners' feet, and silence succeeded to the bustling life
which had till then filled the Aberfoyle mines.

One man alone remained by James Starr. This was the overman, Simon Ford.
Near him stood a boy, about fifteen years of age, who for some years
already had been employed down below.

James Starr and Simon Ford knew and esteemed each other well. "Good-by,
Simon," said the engineer.

"Good-by, Mr. Starr," replied the overman, "let me add, till we meet
again!"

"Yes, till we meet again. Ford!" answered James Starr. "You know that I
shall be always glad to see you, and talk over old times."

"I know that, Mr. Starr."

"My house in Edinburgh is always open to you."

"It's a long way off, is Edinburgh!" answered the man shaking his head.
"Ay, a long way from the Dochart pit."

"A long way, Simon? Where do you mean to live?"

"Even here, Mr. Starr! We're not going to leave the mine, our good old
nurse, just because her milk is dried up! My wife, my boy, and myself,
we mean to remain faithful to her!"

"Good-by then, Simon," replied the engineer, whose voice, in spite of
himself, betrayed some emotion.

"No, I tell you, it's TILL WE MEET AGAIN, Mr. Starr, and not Just
'good-by,'" returned the foreman. "Mark my words, Aberfoyle will see you
again!"

The engineer did not try to dispel the man's illusion. He patted Harry's
head, again wrung the father's hand, and left the mine.

All this had taken place ten years ago; but, notwithstanding the wish
which the overman had expressed to see him again, during that time Starr
had heard nothing of him. It was after ten years of separation that he
got this letter from Simon Ford, requesting him to take without delay
the road to the old Aberfoyle colliery.

A communication of an interesting nature, what could it be? Dochart pit.
Yarrow shaft! What recollections of the past these names brought back
to him! Yes, t