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           Butwhatgoesinwasteissavedinwages,andalotmore.Itseemssoonthere’llbenouseformenonthefaceoftheearth,it’llbeallmachines.Buttheysaythat’swhatfolkssaidwhentheyhadtogiveuptheoldstockingframes.Icanrememberoneortwo.Butmyword,themoremachines,themorepeople,that’swhatitlookslike!Theysayyoucan’tgetthesamechemicalsoutofTevershallcoalasyoucanoutofStacksGate,andthat’sfunny,they’renotthreemilesapart.Buttheysayso.Buteverybodysaysit’sashamesomethingcan’tbestarted,tokeepthemengoingabitbetter,andemploythegirls.AllthegirlstraipsingofftoSheffieldeveryday!Myword,itwouldbesomethingtotalkaboutifTevershallCollieriestookanewleaseoflife,aftereverybodysayingthey’refinished,andasinkingship,andthemenoughttoleavethemlikeratsleaveasinkingship.Butfolkstalksomuch,ofcoursetherewasaboomduringthewar.WhenSirGeoffreymadeatrustofhimselfandgotthemoneysafeforever,somehow.Sotheysay!Buttheysayeventhemastersandtheownersdon’tgetmuchoutofitnow.Youcanhardlybelieveit,canyou!WhyIalwaysthoughtthepitswouldgoonforeverandever.Who’dhavethought,whenIwasagirl!ButNewEngland’sshutdown,soisColwickWood:yes,it’sfairhauntingtogothroughthatcoppyandseeColwickWoodstandingtheredesertedamongthetrees,andbushesgrowingupalloverthepit-head,andthelinesredrusty.It’slikedeathitself,adeadcolliery.