He is a fresh-complexioned, middle-sized young man, not far, one would guess, from his thirtieth year.  He has large, shrewd, humorous gray eyes which twinkle inquiringly from time to time as he looks round through his spectacles at the people about him.  It is easy to see that he is of a sociable and possibly simple disposition, anxious to be friendly to all men.  Anyone could pick him at once as gregarious in his habits and communicative in his nature, with a quick wit and a ready smile.  And yet the man who studied him more closely might discern a certain firmness of jaw and grim tightness about the lips which would warn him that there were depths beyond, and that this pleasant, brown-haired young Irishman might conceivably leave his mark for good or evil upon any society to which he was introduced.

Having made one or two tentative remarks to the nearest miner, and receiving only short, gruff replies, the traveller resigned himself to uncongenial silence, staring moodily out of the window at the fading landscape.

It was not a cheering prospect.  Through the growing gloom there pulsed the red glow of the furnaces on the sides of the hills.  Great heaps of slag and dumps of cinders loomed up on each side, with the high shafts of the collieries towering above them.  Huddled groups of mean, wooden houses, the windows of which were beginning to outline themselves in light, were scattered here and there along the line, and the frequent halting places were crowded with their swarthy inhabitants.

The iron and coal valleys of the Vermissa district were no resorts for the leisured or the cultured.  Everywhere there were stern signs of the crudest battle of life, the rude work to be done, and the rude, strong workers who did it.

The young traveller gazed out into this dismal country with a face of mingled repulsion and interest, which showed that the scene was new to him.  At intervals he drew from his pocket a bulky letter to which he referred, and on the margins of which he scribbled some notes.  Once from the back of his waist he produced something which one would hardly have expected to find in the possession of so mild-mannered a man.  It was a navy revolver of the largest size.  As he turned it slantwise to the light, the glint upon the rims of the copper shells within the drum showed that it was fully loaded.  He quickly restored it to his secret pocket, but not before it had been observed by a working man who had seated himself upon the adjoining bench.

“Hullo, mate!” said he.  “You seem heeled and ready.”

The young man smiled with an air of embarrassment.

“Yes,” said he, “we need them sometimes in the place I come from.”

“And where may that be?”

“I’m last from Chicago.”

“A stranger in these parts?”

“Yes.”

“You may find you need it here,” said the workman.

“Ah! is that so?” The young man seemed interested.