To us the "stone" round which the waters ceaselessly churn and "eddy" speaks of John Smeaton, the man who built it. The great engineer has been in his grave now for more than a century, but his most lasting monument stood for longer than that time firm as a rock.
John Smeaton was born in 1724, near Leeds. Not the Leeds of to-day--a bustling, smoky centre of manufacture--but a quaint little town hemmed in by green country fields and lanes. It was in one of these that Austhorpe Lodge stood, the house of Smeaton's father, a lawyer in Leeds.
We shall yet come across many boyhoods tinged with shadow and struggle, and are not sorry to find this one happy, fondly tended, and bright with sunshine. There was no pinch in the lot of the Smeatons, no grinding poverty that we sometimes find to spur a boy to manhood before his time. Little John was cradled, as it were, in love. As a child his parents taught him at home. He was not eager to mix with other boys in outdoor romp or play, and very early, while yet hardly more than a baby, he showed a strong love for pulling his toys to pieces to see what they were made of! Never was he happier than when he could get hold of a cutting-tool with which to shape toy pumps and houses and windmills. Another amusement of his babyhood was to divide squares and circles!
As a boy he was rather quiet and thoughtful, though his tongue straightway loosed the moment anything in the shape of a workman came to his father's house. He was then always to be found on the spot, and with eager eyes fixed on their every movement, he would unconsciously "pose" them with eager questions--such questions as from the boyish lips made them shake their heads and stare at him dumb and stupid.
And all the time the boyish brain was deeply plotting, and it was ever that he might "go and do likewise." One day, after watching a millwright at work, his anxious parents were alarmed by the sight of their boy perched on the top of the barn fastening a windmill to the roof! At another time, when a pump was being made in the village, by good luck a piece of bored lead came in little John's way. He promptly set to work and made a toy one after the pattern of the big one, and even managed to make it raise water.
