Miners called in the streets as they tramped in gangs to work.

The terrible, long-drawn breaths continued--heave--heave--heave; then a long pause--then--ah-h-h-h-h! as it came back.

Far away over the snow sounded the hooters of the ironworks.

One after another they crowed and boomed, some small and far away, some near, the blowers of the collieries and the other works.
Then there was silence.

He mended the fire.