ON "WORKER" DAY.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 14, 9 June 1911, Page 12

ON "WORKER" DAY.

Dear Worker, —They -were laying a line of pipes from the mouth of the drive of one of the tunnels for the rope road at No. 2 State Mine. It was to connect with a pump that was to be used to empty the shafts of one of the bridges on the black shunt, and the country was mighty steep and rough. A "descendant of a hundred kings" was standing on a pipe, when it snapped, and he landed on his head among the sharp boulders below. It was Wokkeb day—the Arahura having got over the bar to time—and Tim Armstrong was just going through with a big bundle of the paper that every worker hopes has come to stay—and the landscape; seemed all vermilion. Presently out of "the creek bed came three men—the man in the centre was being assisted to camp, and red was the. popular colour. No word was spoken till a nasty cut that seemed to lay the skull bare was washed; then, gazing up at the cliffs, the man who had fallen said, "" 'Tis queer places on the earth's suriace that Irishmen comes to shed their blood," and started to fill his pipe.—Yours, etc.,

TAIHOA