Chapter

 1 III |     years of his youth, the pick was never out of Harry’s
 2 III |    our Aberfoyle mines! The pick comes better to my hand
 3 IV  |   ancestors had wielded the pick, the crowbar, and the mattock.
 4 IV  |    have resumed the miner’s pick, and with his still stout
 5 IV  |    Ford, taking up a strong pick, which was leaning against
 6 V   |     of any recent work with pick or crowbar. Harry would
 7 VI  |     cavern the marks of the pick could still be seen, and
 8 VI  |      said Ford, raising his pick; “for at the other side
 9 VI  |    night before.~“Take your pick, Harry,” cried Ford; “mount
10 VI  | shoulders, so that with his pick he could reach the line
11 VII | begin with the blows of the pick, and mattock, blasts of
12 VIII|   the hand of man, that the pick and mattock had emptied
13 VIII|     And so saying, with his pick he struck off a fragment
14 X   |  and harrow, and résumé the pick and mattock. Attracted by