A "breaker " loomed above us, a huge and towering frame of blackened wood. We approached the colliery over paths of coal dust that wound among the switches. Overhead stretched a sky of imperial blue, incredibly far away from the sombre land. Along the summit line of the mountain a few unhappy trees were etched upon the clouds. All that remained of vegetation looked dark, miserable, half-strangled. The smoke from their nostrils had ravaged the air of coolness and fragrance. THE "breakers" squatted upon the hillsides and in the valley like enormous preying monsters, eating of the sunshine, the grass, the green leaves.
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