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But they were soon obliged to descend again.
As they climbed down, they cried. " Lord, have
mercy on us, have mercy on us ! "
For every journey the little carts performed, their
song became more and more woful. They sighed
and wept, as they crawled along the path. The little
carts bathed in sweat. The baskets of ore dug holes
in their shoulders. In ascending and descending
they sang:
" O, seven more journeys there are,
Better than life is death by far."
During her whole childhood Margherita Cornado
had been troubled about these poor children. And
it was because she was always thinking of their misery,
it was believed she would become a saint.
Nor did she forget them when she became older.
As soon as she was grown up, she set out for Grotte,
where most of the mines were, and when the little
carts came up in the daylight, she stood waiting for
them at the mouth of the mine with fresh clean water.
She wiped the sweat off their faces, and tended the
sores on their shoulders. It was not much she could
do for them, yet it soon seemed to the little carts that
they should not be able to endure the work that day
Margherita Cornado came not and succored them.
But unfortunately for the little carts, Margherita
Cornado was very comely. One day it happened that
one of the mining engineers saw her, as she was
succoring them, and straightway he fell in love with her.
A couple of weeks after that Margherita Cornado
ceased coming to the Grotte mines. Instead she stayed
at home in Girgenti and sewed on her dowry. She
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