It's true, I spent long and grimy hours at the seam, but accompanied pretty much all of the time by Jem. It was he and I that swung the sledge often enough. But, well, after all, there wasn't a shortage of guys who could put their shoulders up against a loaded trolley and we never groped our way down a lightless chamber without that the canary went first.
damn, why arent there any Americans that can talk that way?

