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The Miners It much increased Curdie's feeling of the strangeness of the whole affair, that, the next morning, when they were at work in the mine, the party of which he and his father were two, just as if they had known what had happened to him the night before, began talking about all manner of wonderful tales that were abroad in the country, chiefly, of course, those connected with the mines, and the mountains in which they lay.Their wives and mothers and grandmothers were their chief authorities.For when they sat by their firesides they heard their wives telling their children the selfsame tales, with little differences, and here and there one they had not heard before, which they had heard their mothers and grandmothers tell in one or other of the same cottages.

At length they came to speak of a certain strange being they called Old Mother Wotherwop.Some said their wives had seen her.It appeared as they talked that not one had seen her more than once.

Some of their mothers and grandmothers, however, had seen her also, and they all had told them tales about her when they were children.

They said she could take any shape she liked, but that in reality she was a withered old woman, so old and so withered that she was as thin as a sieve with a lamp behind it; that she was never seen except at night, and when something terrible had taken place, or was going to take place - such as the falling in of the roof of a mine, or the breaking out of water in it.

She had more than once been seen - it was always at night - beside some well, sitting on the brink of it, and leaning over and stirring it with her forefinger, which was six times as long as any of the rest.And whoever for months after drank of that well was sure to be ill.To this, one of them, however, added that he remembered his mother saying that whoever in bad health drank of the well was sure to get better.But the majority agreed that the former was the right version of the story- for was she not a witch, an old hating witch, whose delight was to do mischief? One said he had heard that she took the shape of a young woman sometimes, as beautiful as an angel, and then was most dangerous of all, for she struck every man who looked upon her stone-blind.

Peter ventured the question whether she might not as likely be an angel that took the form of an old woman, as an old woman that took the form of an angel.But nobody except Curdie, who was holding his peace with all his might, saw any sense in the question.They said an old woman might be very glad to make herself look like a young one, but who ever heard of a young and beautiful one making herself look old and ugly?

Peter asked why they were so much more ready to believe the bad that was said of her than the good.They answered, because she was bad.He asked why they believed her to be bad, and they answered, because she did bad things.When he asked how they knew that, they said, because she was a bad creature.Even if they didn't know it, they said, a woman like that was so much more likely to be bad than good.Why did she go about at night? Why did she appear only now and then, and on such occasions? One went on to tell how one night when his grandfather had been having a jolly time of it with his friends in the market town, she had served him so upon his way home that the poor man never drank a drop of anything stronger than water after it to the day of his death.She dragged him into a bog, and tumbled him up and down in it till he was nearly dead.