'He'll be well taxed down here though, and he won't like that either.' But it was little to Curdie that men who did not know what he was about should not approve of his proceedings.

He gave them a merry answer now and then, and held diligently on his way.

When they got so rude as nearly to make him angry, he would treat them as he used to treat the goblins, and sing his own songs to keep out their foolish noises.

Once a child fell as he turned to run away after throwing a stone at him.
He picked him up, kissed him, and carried him to his mother.

The woman had run out in terror when she saw the strange miner about, as she thought, to take vengeance on her boy.