Old Madge loved him for his fine character and good nature.

She in some degree shared his ideas on the subject of the fantastic beings who were supposed to haunt the mine, and the two, when alone, told each other stories wild enough to make one shudder--stories well worthy of enriching the hyperborean mythology.
Jack thus became the life of the cottage.

He was, besides being a jovial companion, a good workman.

Six months after the works had begun, he was made head of a gang of hewers.
"That was a good work done, Mr.Ford," said he, a few days after his appointment.

"You discovered a new field, and though you narrowly escaped paying for the discovery with your life--well, it was not too dearly bought." "No, Jack, it was a good bargain we made that time!" answered the old overman.