1 The miners' wives were nearly all Methodists.
2 The car slid on downhill, past the Miners' Arms.
3 The hotel in actuality was nothing but a miners' pub though it looked first-classy.
4 As everybody says, the Notts-Derby miners have got their hearts in the right place.
5 He could hear the winding-engines at Stacks Gate turning down the seven-o'clock miners.
6 The car was already turning, between little old blackened miners' cottages, to descend to Uthwaite.
7 Upon the old crooked burgess streets hordes of oldish blackened miners' dwellings crowded, lining the roads out.
8 The miners' cottages, blackened, stood flush on the pavement, with that intimacy and smallness of colliers' dwellings over a hundred years old.
9 The lads spend every penny on themselves, clothes, smoking, drinking in the Miners' Welfare, jaunting off to Sheffield two or three times a week.
10 They had perhaps some of the weird, inhuman beauty of minerals, the lustre of coal, the weight and blueness and resistance of iron, the transparency of glass.
11 The miners were, in a sense, his own men; but he saw them as objects rather than men, parts of the pit rather than parts of life, crude raw phenomena rather than human beings along with him.
12 And between, in between, were the tattered remnants of the old coaching and cottage England, even the England of Robin Hood, where the miners prowled with the dismalness of suppressed sporting instincts, when they were not at work.