OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look
OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look
OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look
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CHAPTER 7<br />
The boating trade attracted a lot of men not of the Hopton Schofield tribe, and the condition which<br />
prevailed in these lesser firms were not always good. Our picture portrays a fairly common circumstance,<br />
the boat in question belonged to a Dewsbury firm they would provide 15/- to hire a horse to pull<br />
the boat to Sowerby Bridge laden with wheat, the horse to be left there, evidently a system worked<br />
whereby horses would be available on the bank if wanted and the boater able to pay. In the instance we<br />
are looking at, this boat tied up by the Bull Bridge, and the woman on the boat as part working crew<br />
made her way to her mother's house not far from the Black Bull, she sought her younger brother, a boy<br />
of 12, he was to go with her and her husband to Sowerby Bridge aboard their boat, sleep aboard that<br />
night, and be the boat steerer down stream back to <strong>Mirfield</strong>, they had a drink of tea which their mother<br />
made, and then joined the boat and set off on the long haul to Sowerby Bridge. It was late summer, but<br />
they hoped with luck to get there before dark, they were lucky and managed to do so. Jack, the husband<br />
handed the horse over to a new hirer near the Flour Mill to which they were going. Men worked most<br />
of the night and got the boat unloaded, and at first light the following morning they were up drinking<br />
tea, but our young lad, now the boat steerer, was still asleep. His sister shouted for him to come up on<br />
deck, it was time to be framing, a long haul back to the Bull Bridge awaited them, he had a drink of tea,<br />
nothing to eat, and then his sister jumped ashore followed by Jack, who carried a bundle of straps and<br />
ropes, he proceeded to sort them out and finally Sarah was ready to be yoked up like a donkey, yes, she<br />
had a set of harness on, Jack arrayed himself in another set, and fastened a ring in Sarah's harness to a<br />
long line attached to the post on the boat used for this purpose, young Dick was so stricken with<br />
remorse when he saw his sister yoked up as she was, that he jumped ashore, clung to her and said he<br />
would be the donkey and her to be boat steerer, a long discussion took place and finally this happened,<br />
at tea time they were tied up at the Bull Bridge in <strong>Mirfield</strong>.<br />
They went to Sarah's mother's house and had a fair tea, young Dick said his shoulder was sore and he<br />
was tired too, he had saved his sister the humiliation of being treated as an animal, and also the hard<br />
physical work that would have been entailed. I knew a man connected with the family responsible for<br />
this exercise, in fact he was well known, not a member of any of the <strong>Mirfield</strong> boating tribe and where<br />
ever he is now whether in heaven or the other place. I hope he's yoked with a bad donkey to a boat that<br />
always scrapes the bottom, anyway Sarah survived and lived to be an old woman, young Dick is still<br />
about I saw him yesterday, he must be nearly 100 years old. So much for the BAD boaters. The Bull<br />
Bridge to which I refer is of course, still near Cook's old shop up Station Road, the house adjoining the<br />
Bridge was formerly a pub, (The Jolly Sailor) I think, and a butcher's shop. It was also the rendezvous<br />
of smugglers, the door they used is still there and still opens onto the canal with ease of access for boats<br />
from the coast, a relation of mine used to tell me about this. Spirits were usually the smugglers target,<br />
and it was a fairly easy business to get them from Hull via the Canal, to <strong>Mirfield</strong>, although this business<br />
was fairly well tied up by just a few families, you can visualise some barge Captain drawing fairly near<br />
the old Pub's cellar door, it would quickly open, receive the spoil, shut again, the horse now across the<br />
Bridge, and scrambling down the steep bank on the other side, the line hooked on, and they were away<br />
again, perhaps a few pounds richer for the escapade, the Captain wondering if the marine, that is the<br />
man on the bank, had twigged it, if he had he would want his cut. The butcher's shop I think did quite<br />
well fitting the Canal people with their requirements, at this period it was the only shop on the bank<br />
after leaving Shepley Bridge. I can remember a chap called King having the butcher's shop (not Harry<br />
King) when I was just a small lad. So much for the Bull Bridge.<br />
Before we walk further along Hopton, we will walk up Chadwick Fold towards the old Chadwick Hall,<br />
a marvellous old place, but fallen on evil times, now farm buildings. Years ago it was inhabited by<br />
human beings at least, what tales its narrow passages could unfold, its mullioned windows tell of the<br />
stirring scenes, perhaps little episodes of the '45 rebellion, later stories of the canal being dug, of mills<br />
being built, of the moor just a bit higher up the hill being enclosed. We will walk as far up the lane as<br />
the Iron Stee, turn and look towards Colne Bridge and Upper Heaton across the North Moor. Today it<br />
is indeed the North Moor of legend, a bitter north wind rakes the hillside, every living thing turns it<br />
back towards it, hangs its head and waits for it to pass, but it is an area that has suffered North winds<br />
before, had its face raked and plundered by both man, beast and nature. Now it endures the worst of all,<br />
the Enclosure Acts. Prior to the enactment of these dastardly bills the little man could live on his few<br />
acres, he kept a cow or two, a pig, a few hens, if he was well off a pony too, times would be hard and<br />
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