The Signal Man
by Charles Dickens
When he heard a
voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag
in his hand, furled round its short pole. One would have thought, considering
the nature of the ground, that he could not have doubted from what quarter the
voice came; but instead of looking up to where I stood on the top of the steep
cutting nearly over his head, he turned himself about, and looked down the Line.
There was something remarkable in his manner of doing so, though I could not
have said for my life what. But I know it was remarkable enough to attract my
notice, even though his figure was foreshortened and shadowed, down in the deep
trench, and mine was high above him, so steeped in the glow of an angry sunset,
that I had shaded my eyes with my hand before I saw him at all.
down the Line, he turned himself about again, and, raising his eyes, saw my
figure high above him.
"Is there any path by which I can come
down and speak to you?"
He looked up at
me without replying, and I looked down at him without pressing him too soon with
a repetition of my idle question. Just then there came a vague vibration in the
earth and air, quickly changing into a violent pulsation, and an oncoming rush
that caused me to start back, as though it had force to draw me down. When such
vapour as rose to my height from this rapid train had passed me, and was
skimming away over the landscape, I looked down again, and saw him refurling the
flag he had shown while the train went by.
I repeated my
inquiry. After a pause, during which he seemed to regard me with fixed attention,
he motioned with his rolled-up flag towards a point on my level, some two or
three hundred yards distant. I called down to him, "All right!" and
made for that point. There, by dint of looking closely about me, I found a rough
zigzag descending path notched out, which I followed.
The cutting was
extremely deep, and unusually precipitate. It was made through a clammy stone,
that became oozier and wetter as I went down. For these reasons, I found the way
long enough to give me time to recall a singular air of reluctance or compulsion
with which he had pointed out the path.
When I came down
low enough upon the zigzag descent to see him again, I saw that he was standing
between the rails on the way by which the train had lately passed, in an
attitude as if he were waiting for me to appear. He had his left hand at his
chin, and that left elbow rested on his right hand, crossed over his breast. His
attitude was one of such expectation and watchfulness that I stopped a moment,
wondering at it.
I resumed my
downward way, and stepping out upon the level of the railroad, and drawing
nearer to him, saw that he was a dark sallow man, with a dark beard and rather
heavy eyebrows. His post was in as solitary and dismal a place as ever I saw. On
either side, a dripping-wet wall of jagged stone, excluding all view but a strip
of sky; the perspective one way only a crooked prolongation of this great
dungeon; the shorter perspective in the other direction terminating in a gloomy
red light, and the gloomier entrance to a black tunnel, in whose massive
architecture there was a barbarous, depressing, and forbidding air. So little
sunlight ever found its way to this spot, that it had an earthy, deadly smell;
and so much cold wind rushed through it, that it struck chill to me, as if I had
left the natural world.
stirred, I was near enough to him to have touched him. Not even then removing
his eyes from mine, he stepped back one step, and lifted his hand.
This was a
lonesome post to occupy (I said), and it had riveted my attention when I looked
down from up yonder. A visitor was a rarity, I should suppose; not an unwelcome
rarity, I hoped? In me, he merely saw a man who had been shut up within narrow
limits all his life, and who, being at last set free, had a newly-awakened
interest in these great works. To such purpose I spoke to him; but I am far from
sure of the terms I used; for, besides that I am not happy in opening any
conversation, there was something in the man that daunted me.
He directed a
most curious look towards the red light near the tunnel's mouth, and looked all
about it, as if something were missing from it, and then looked it me.
That light was
part of his charge? Was it not?
He answered in
a low voice,--"Don't you know it is?"
thought came into my mind, as I perused the fixed eyes and the saturnine face,
that this was a spirit, not a man. I have speculated since, whether there may
have been infection in his mind.
In my turn, I
stepped back. But in making the action, I detected in his eyes some latent fear
of me. This put the monstrous thought to flight.
at me," I said, forcing a smile, "as if you had a dread of me."
doubtful," he returned, "whether I had seen you before."
He pointed to
the red light he had looked at.
watchful of me, he replied (but without sound), "Yes."
fellow, what should I do there? However, be that as it may, I never was there,
you may swear."
"I think I
may," he rejoined. "Yes; I am sure I may."
cleared, like my own. He replied to my remarks with readiness, and in
well-chosen words. Had he much to do there? Yes; that was to say, he had enough
responsibility to bear; but exactness and watchfulness were what was required of
him, and of actual work-- manual labour--he had next to none. To change that
signal, to trim those lights, and to turn this iron handle now and then, was all
he had to do under that head. Regarding those many long and lonely hours of
which I seemed to make so much, he could only say that the routine of his life
had shaped itself into that form, and he had grown used to it. He had taught
himself a language down here,--if only to know it by sight, and to have formed
his own crude ideas of its pronunciation, could be called learning it. He had
also worked at fractions and decimals, and tried a little algebra; but he was,
and had been as a boy, a poor hand at figures. Was it necessary for him when on
duty always to remain in that channel of damp air, and could he never rise into
the sunshine from between those high stone walls? Why, that depended upon times
and circumstances. Under some conditions there would be less upon the Line than
under others, and the same held good as to certain hours of the day and night.
In bright weather, he did choose occasions for getting a little above these
lower shadows; but, being at all times liable to be called by his electric bell,
and at such times listening for it with redoubled anxiety, the relief was less
than I would suppose.
He took me into
his box, where there was a fire, a desk for an official book in which he had to
make certain entries, a telegraphic instrument with its dial, face, and needles,
and the little bell of which he had spoken. On my trusting that he would excuse
the remark that he had been well educated, and (I hoped I might say without
offence) perhaps educated above that station, he observed that instances of
slight incongruity in such wise would rarely be found wanting among large bodies
of men; that he had heard it was so in workhouses, in the police force, even in
that last desperate resource, the army; and that he knew it was so, more or
less, in any great railway staff. He had been, when young (if I could believe it,
sitting in that hut,--he scarcely could), a student of natural philosophy, and
had attended lectures; but he had run wild, misused his opportunities, gone down,
and never risen again. He had no complaint to offer about that. He had made his
bed, and he lay upon it. It was far too late to make another.
All that I have
here condensed he said in a quiet manner, with his grave dark regards divided
between me and the fire. He threw in the word, "Sir," from time to
time, and especially when he referred to his youth,--as though to request me to
understand that he claimed to be nothing but what I found him. He was several
times interrupted by the little bell, and had to read off messages, and send
replies. Once he had to stand without the door, and display a flag as a train
passed, and make some verbal communication to the driver. In the discharge of
his duties, I observed him to be remarkably exact and vigilant, breaking off his
discourse at a syllable, and remaining silent until what he had to do was done.
In a word, I
should have set this man down as one of the safest of men to be employed in that
capacity, but for the circumstance that while he was speaking to me he twice
broke off with a fallen colour, turned his face towards the little bell when it
did NOT ring, opened the door of the hut (which was kept shut to exclude the
unhealthy damp), and looked out towards the red light near the mouth of the
tunnel. On both of those occasions, he came back to the fire with the
inexplicable air upon him which I had remarked, without being able to define,
when we were so far asunder.
Said I, when I
rose to leave him, "You almost make me think that I have met with a
(I am afraid I
must acknowledge that I said it to lead him on.)
I used to be so," he rejoined, in the low voice in which he had first
spoken; "but I am troubled, sir, I am troubled."
He would have
recalled the words if he could. He had said them, however, and I took them up
What is your trouble?"
very difficult to impart, sir. It is very, very difficult to speak of. If ever
you make me another visit, I will try to tell you."
expressly intend to make you another visit. Say, when shall it be?"
"I go off
early in the morning, and I shall be on again at ten to- morrow night, sir."
come at eleven."
He thanked me,
and went out at the door with me. "I'll show my white light, sir," he
said, in his peculiar low voice, "till you have found the way up. When you
have found it, don't call out! And when you are at the top, don't call out!"
seemed to make the place strike colder to me, but I said no more than, "Very
you come down to-morrow night, don't call out! Let me ask you a parting question.
What made you cry, 'Halloa! Below there!' to-night?"
knows," said I. "I cried something to that effect--"
that effect, sir. Those were the very words. I know them well."
those were the very words. I said them, no doubt, because I saw you below."
other reason could I possibly have?"
no feeling that they were conveyed to you in any supernatural way?"
He wished me
good-night, and held up his light. I walked by the side of the down Line of
rails (with a very disagreeable sensation of a train coming behind me) until I
found the path. It was easier to mount than to descend, and I got back to my inn
without any adventure.
Punctual to my
appointment, I placed my foot on the first notch of the zigzag next night, as
the distant clocks were striking eleven. He was waiting for me at the bottom,
with his white light on. "I have not called out," I said, when we came
close together; "may I speak now?" "By all means, sir."
"Good-night, then, and here's my hand." "Good-night, sir, and
here's mine." With that we walked side by side to his box, entered it,
closed the door, and sat down by the fire.
made up my mind, sir," he began, bending forward as soon as we were seated,
and speaking in a tone but a little above a whisper, "that you shall not
have to ask me twice what troubles me. I took you for some one else yesterday
evening. That troubles me."
some one else."
"Who is it?"
know. I never saw the face. The left arm is across the face, and the right arm
is waved,--violently waved. This way."
I followed his
action with my eyes, and it was the action of an arm gesticulating, with the
utmost passion and vehemence, "For God's sake, clear the way!"
moonlight night," said the man, "I was sitting here, when I heard a
voice cry, 'Halloa! Below there!' I started up, looked from that door, and saw
this Some one else standing by the red light near the tunnel, waving as I just
now showed you. The voice seemed hoarse with shouting, and it cried, 'Look out!
Look out!' And then attain, 'Halloa! Below there! Look out!' I caught up my
lamp, turned it on red, and ran towards the figure, calling, 'What's wrong? What
has happened? Where?' It stood just outside the blackness of the tunnel. I
advanced so close upon it that I wondered at its keeping the sleeve across its
eyes. I ran right up at it, and had my hand stretched out to pull the sleeve
away, when it was gone."
tunnel?" said I.
"No. I ran
on into the tunnel, five hundred yards. I stopped, and held my lamp above my
head, and saw the figures of the measured distance, and saw the wet stains
stealing down the walls and trickling through the arch. I ran out again faster
than I had run in (for I had a mortal abhorrence of the place upon me), and I
looked all round the red light with my own red light, and I went up the iron
ladder to the gallery atop of it, and I came down again, and ran back here. I
telegraphed both ways, 'An alarm has been given. Is anything wrong?' The answer
came back, both ways, 'All well.'"
slow touch of a frozen finger tracing out my spine, I showed him how that this
figure must be a deception of his sense of sight; and how that figures,
originating in disease of the delicate nerves that minister to the functions of
the eye, were known to have often troubled patients, some of whom had become
conscious of the nature of their affliction, and had even proved it by
experiments upon themselves. "As to an imaginary cry," said I,
"do but listen for a moment to the wind in this unnatural valley while we
speak so low, and to the wild harp it makes of the telegraph wires."
That was all
very well, he returned, after we had sat listening for a while, and he ought to
know something of the wind and the wires,-- he who so often passed long winter
nights there, alone and watching. But he would beg to remark that he had not
I asked his
pardon, and he slowly added these words, touching my arm, -
six hours after the Appearance, the memorable accident on this Line happened,
and within ten hours the dead and wounded were brought along through the tunnel
over the spot where the figure had stood."
shudder crept over me, but I did my best against it. It was not to be denied, I
rejoined, that this was a remarkable coincidence, calculated deeply to impress
his mind. But it was unquestionable that remarkable coincidences did continually
occur, and they must be taken into account in dealing with such a subject.
Though to be sure I must admit, I added (for I thought I saw that he was going
to bring the objection to bear upon me), men of common sense did not allow much
for coincidences in making the ordinary calculations of life.
He again begged
to remark that he had not finished.
I again begged
his pardon for being betrayed into interruptions.
he said, again laying his hand upon my arm, and glancing over his shoulder with
hollow eyes, "was just a year ago. Six or seven months passed, and I had
recovered from the surprise and shock, when one morning, as the day was breaking,
I, standing at the door, looked towards the red light, and saw the spectre again."
He stopped, with a fixed look at me.
wave its arm?"
leaned against the shaft of the light, with both hands before the face. Like
Once more I
followed his action with my eyes. It was an action of mourning. I have seen such
an attitude in stone figures on tombs.
go up to it?"
"I came in
and sat down, partly to collect my thoughts, partly because it had turned me
faint. When I went to the door again, daylight was above me, and the ghost was
nothing followed? Nothing came of this?"
He touched me
on the arm with his forefinger twice or thrice giving a ghastly nod each time:-
day, as a train came out of the tunnel, I noticed, at a carriage window on my
side, what looked like a confusion of hands and heads, and something waved. I
saw it just in time to signal the driver, Stop! He shut off, and put his brake
on, but the train drifted past here a hundred and fifty yards or more. I ran
after it, and, as I went along, heard terrible screams and cries. A beautiful
young lady had died instantaneously in one of the compartments, and was brought
in here, and laid down on this floor between us."
pushed my chair back, as I looked from the boards at which he pointed to himself.
True. Precisely as it happened, so I tell it you."
I could think
of nothing to say, to any purpose, and my mouth was very dry. The wind and the
wires took up the story with a long lamenting wail.
"Now, sir, mark this, and judge how my mind is troubled. The spectre came
back a week ago. Ever since, it has been there, now and again, by fits and
it seem to do?"
He repeated, if
possible with increased passion and vehemence, that former gesticulation of,
"For God's sake, clear the way!"
Then he went
on. "I have no peace or rest for it. It calls to me, for many minutes
together, in an agonised manner, 'Below there! Look out! Look out!' It stands
waving to me. It rings my little bell--"
I caught at
that. "Did it ring your bell yesterday evening when I was here, and you
went to the door?"
see," said I, "how your imagination misleads you. My eyes were on the
bell, and my ears were open to the bell, and if I am a living man, it did NOT
ring at those times. No, nor at any other time, except when it was rung in the
natural course of physical things by the station communicating with you."
He shook his
head. "I have never made a mistake as to that yet, sir. I have never
confused the spectre's ring with the man's. The ghost's ring is a strange
vibration in the bell that it derives from nothing else, and I have not asserted
that the bell stirs to the eye. I don't wonder that you failed to hear it. But I
the spectre seem to be there, when you looked out?"
firmly: "Both times."
come to the door with me, and look for it now?"
He bit his
under lip as though he were somewhat unwilling, but arose. I opened the door,
and stood on the step, while he stood in the doorway. There was the
Danger-light. There was the dismal mouth of the tunnel. There were the high, wet
stone walls of the cutting. There were the stars above them.
see it?" I asked him, taking particular note of his face. His eyes were
prominent and strained, but not very much more so, perhaps, than my own had been
when I had directed them earnestly towards the same spot.
he answered. "It is not there."
We went in
again, shut the door, and resumed our seats. I was thinking how best to improve
this advantage, if it might be called one, when he took up the conversation in
such a matter-of-course way, so assuming that there could be no serious question
of fact between us, that I felt myself placed in the weakest of positions.
time you will fully understand, sir," he said, "that what troubles me
so dreadfully is the question, What does the spectre mean?"
I was not
sure, I told him, that I did fully understand.
its warning against?" he said, ruminating, with his eyes on the fire, and
only by times turning them on me. "What is the danger? Where is the danger?
There is danger overhanging somewhere on the Line. Some dreadful calamity will
happen. It is not to be doubted this third time, after what has gone before. But
surely this is a cruel haunting of me. What can I do?"
He pulled out
his handkerchief, and wiped the drops from his heated forehead.
telegraph Danger, on either side of me, or on both, I can give no reason for
it," he went on, wiping the palms of his hands. "I should get into
trouble, and do no good. They would think I was mad. This is the way it would
work,--Message: 'Danger! Take care!' Answer: 'What Danger? Where?' Message:
'Don't know. But, for God's sake, take care!' They would displace me. What else
could they do?"
His pain of
mind was most pitiable to see. It was the mental torture of a conscientious man,
oppressed beyond endurance by an unintelligible responsibility involving life.
first stood under the Danger-light," he went on, putting his dark hair back
from his head, and drawing his hands outward across and across his temples in an
extremity of feverish distress, "why not tell me where that accident was to
happen,--if it must happen? Why not tell me how it could be averted,--if it
could have been averted? When on its second coming it hid its face, why not tell
me, instead, 'She is going to die. Let them keep her at home'? If it came, on
those two occasions, only to show me that its warnings were true, and so to
prepare me for the third, why not warn me plainly now? And I, Lord help me! A
mere poor signal-man on this solitary station! Why not go to somebody with
credit to be believed, and power to act?"
When I saw him
in this state, I saw that for the poor man's sake, as well as for the public
safety, what I had to do for the time was to compose his mind. Therefore,
setting aside all question of reality or unreality between us, I represented to
him that whoever thoroughly discharged his duty must do well, and that at least
it was his comfort that he understood his duty, though he did not understand
these confounding Appearances. In this effort I succeeded far better than in the
attempt to reason him out of his conviction. He became calm; the occupations
incidental to his post as the night advanced began to make larger demands on his
attention: and I left him at two in the morning. I had offered to stay through
the night, but he would not hear of it.
That I more
than once looked back at the red light as I ascended the pathway, that I did not
like the red light, and that I should have slept but poorly if my bed had been
under it, I see no reason to conceal. Nor did I like the two sequences of the
accident and the dead girl. I see no reason to conceal that either.
But what ran
most in my thoughts was the consideration how ought I to act, having become the
recipient of this disclosure? I had proved the man to be intelligent, vigilant,
painstaking, and exact; but how long might he remain so, in his state of mind?
Though in a subordinate position, still he held a most important trust, and
would I (for instance) like to stake my own life on the chances of his
continuing to execute it with precision?
overcome a feeling that there would be something treacherous in my communicating
what he had told me to his superiors in the Company, without first being plain
with himself and proposing a middle course to him, I ultimately resolved to
offer to accompany him (otherwise keeping his secret for the present) to the
wisest medical practitioner we could hear of in those parts, and to take his
opinion. A change in his time of duty would come round next night, he had
apprised me, and he would be off an hour or two after sunrise, and on again soon
after sunset. I had appointed to return accordingly.
was a lovely evening, and I walked out early to enjoy it. The sun was not yet
quite down when I traversed the field-path near the top of the deep cutting. I
would extend my walk for an hour, I said to myself, half an hour on and half an
hour back, and it would then be time to go to my signal-man's box.
pursuing my stroll, I stepped to the brink, and mechanically looked down, from
the point from which I had first seen him. I cannot describe the thrill that
seized upon me, when, close at the mouth of the tunnel, I saw the appearance of
a man, with his left sleeve across his eyes, passionately waving his right arm.
horror that oppressed me passed in a moment, for in a moment I saw that this
appearance of a man was a man indeed, and that there was a little group of other
men, standing at a short distance, to whom he seemed to be rehearsing the
gesture he made. The Danger-light was not yet lighted. Against its shaft, a
little low hut, entirely new to me, had been made of some wooden supports and
tarpaulin. It looked no bigger than a bed.
irresistible sense that something was wrong,--with a flashing self-reproachful
fear that fatal mischief had come of my leaving the man there, and causing no
one to be sent to overlook or correct what he did,--I descended the notched path
with all the speed I could make.
the matter?" I asked the men.
killed this morning, sir."
man belonging to that box?"
man I know?"
recognise him, sir, if you knew him," said the man who spoke for the
others, solemnly uncovering his own head, and raising an end of the tarpaulin,
"for his face is quite composed."
did this happen, how did this happen?" I asked, turning from one to another
as the hut closed in again.
cut down by an engine, sir. No man in England knew his work better. But somehow
he was not clear of the outer rail. It was just at broad day. He had struck the
light, and had the lamp in his hand. As the engine came out of the tunnel, his
back was towards her, and she cut him down. That man drove her, and was showing
how it happened. Show the gentleman, Tom."
The man, who
wore a rough dark dress, stepped back to his former place at the mouth of the
round the curve in the tunnel, sir," he said, "I saw him at the end,
like as if I saw him down a perspective-glass. There was no time to check speed,
and I knew him to be very careful. As he didn't seem to take heed of the
whistle, I shut it off when we were running down upon him, and called to him as
loud as I could call."
'Below there! Look out! Look out! For God's sake, clear the way!'"
was a dreadful time, sir. I never left off calling to him. I put this arm before
my eyes not to see, and I waved this arm to the last; but it was no use."
Without prolonging the narrative to dwell on
any one of its curious circumstances more than on any other, I may, in closing
it, point out the coincidence that the warning of the Engine-Driver included,
not only the words which the unfortunate Signal-man had repeated to me as
haunting him, but also the words which I myself--not he--had attached, and that
only in my own mind, to the gesticulation he had imitated.