“These little men were a terrifically dirty band. They resembled the New York gamins in some ways, but they laughed more, and when they laughed their faces were a wonder and a terror. They had an air of supreme independence, and seemed proud of their kind of villainy. They swore long oaths with skill.
“… Work ceased while they tried to ascertain if we were willing to give away any tobacco. The man who perhaps believes that he controls them [the breaker boss] came and harangued the crowd. He talked to the air.
“... When they get time off, they go out on the culm heap and play baseball, or fight with boys from other breaker or among themselves, according to the opportunities.
It’s no coincidence that my breaker boys resemble the ones Crane observed – not the pathetic, downtrodden victims of contemporary lore, but the ones with the “hoodlum valor”: independent, swaggering, and proud.
Click here to read the whole article from McClure’s magazine, including Crane’s colorful description of the miners he meets when he goes underground.