I've forgotten his very name.

Another; the stone went clean out of window, but it kicked the grinder backward among the machinery, and his head was crushed like an eggshell.

But the worst of all was poor Billy's father.

He had been warned against his stone; but he said he would run it out.

Well, his little boy, that is Billy, had just brought him in his tea, and was standing beside him, when the stone went like a pistol-shot, and snapped the horsing chains like a thread; a piece struck the wall, and did no harm, only made a hole; but the bigger half went clean up to the ceiling, and then fell plump down again; the grinder he was knocked stupid like, and had fallen forward on his broken horsing; the grindstone fell right on him, and, ah--I saw the son covered with the father's blood." He shuddered visibly, at the recollection.