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Title: Son Philip

Author: George Manville Fenn

Illustrator: Anonymous

Release Date: May 8, 2007 [EBook #21382]

Language: English

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Son Philip, by George Manville Fenn.

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Philip is the son of an old mine-owner. His father and mother would
have liked him to become something other than an overseer in their mine,
but it is what Philip wants to be.

Some of the men are engaging in dangerous practices, and deeply resent
it when Philip pulls them up over them. One of them swears that he will
put his mark on Philip.

Under Philip's guidance the mine begins to run well, but still some of
the men are resentful of not being allowed to smoke even though there is
gas in the mine.

At this point there are a couple of those George Manville Fenn
situations, which find you wondering "how ever will Philip get out of
this?"

And so the book ends, with Philip running a really successful mine, with
a good accident record. How does he do it?

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SON PHILIP, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.

CHAPTER ONE.

THEIR BOY.

"Well, why not be a soldier?"

Philip Hexton shook his head.

"No, father. There's something very brave in a soldier's career; but I
should like to save life, not destroy it."

"You would save life in times of trouble; fight for your country, and
that sort of thing."

"No, father; I shall not be a soldier."

"A sailor, then?"

"I have not sufficient love of adventure, father."

"Oh no, my boy, don't be a sailor," said Mrs Hexton piteously. "I have
had sufferings enough over your father's risks in the mine."

"No, no, Phil; you must not be a sailor," said sturdy, grey-haired old
Hexton, laughing. "I should never get a wink of sleep if you did.
Every time the wind blew your mother would be waking me up to ask me if
I didn't think you were wrecked."

"No, dear; I shall not be a sailor," sai