In the book A Christmas Carol where do the Miners live?

Answer 1

There were no miners in the original book as it was based in London where there were no mines - In future version they were referring to Wales and northern England where mines were prominent. In 1843 the Rhodda Valley in South Wales was turning out ore coal than any other part of the world

Answer 2

In the book "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens, the miners are described as living in a "deep, vaulted room" within a mountain. This room is cozy and filled with warmth, offering a stark contrast to the harsh conditions outside in the cold and darkness of the mine.

Answer 3

When the Ghost of Christmas Present is with Scrooge (Stave 3) he takes him to the miners' home. No location is mentioned but it may be supposed that it is Cornwall, Devon or Wales which were major British coal mining areas. It is described as:"And now, without a word of warning from the Ghost, they stood upon a bleak and desert moor, where monstrous masses of rude stone were cast about, as though it were the burial-place of giants; and water spread itself wheresoever it listed, or would have done so, but for the frost that held it prisoner; and nothing grew but moss and furze, and coarse rank grass. Down in the west the setting sun had left a streak of fiery red, which glared upon the desolation for an instant, like a sullen eye, and frowning lower, lower, lower yet, was lost in the thick gloom of darkest night. "What place is this?" asked Scrooge. "A place where Miners live, who labour in the bowels of the earth," returned the Spirit. "But they know me. See!" A light shone from the window of a hut, and swiftly they advanced towards it. Passing through the wall of mud and stone, they found a cheerful company assembled round a glowing fire. An old, old man and woman, with their children and their children's children, and another generation beyond that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire. The old man, in a voice that seldom rose above the howling of the wind upon the barren waste, was singing them a Christmas song--it had been a very old song when he was a boy--and from time to time they all joined in the chorus. So surely as they raised their voices, the old man got quite blithe and loud; and so surely as they stopped, his vigour sank again."