The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1875-07-22

dy lessons of selfsustaining reliance, !
that as we daily witness their faithful
plo1ding workings, we feel a growing
reverence for these earnest, incessant
workers. These watch fires" constant
as the sun. that through storm, darkness,
and sunshine, never cease emitting their
curling radiant evolutions, thus guarding
the destiny of the poor, and bringing
hope of future advancement to US all.
Cherishing the assurances of the wealth
already developed; feeling perfect faith
in the success of future research, not
withstanding the apparent hard times,
general cry for money, and stagnation of
trade, like Grip the raven, we echo the
cry-"Never say die" and cheerily launch
out upon our enterprises with happy
hearts, and great hope in the solid good
times that are to come to our little in
land Gem, and to all of jackson county.
Leaving the open air depot-a plat
form and two pairs of steps, the nunifi-
cent generosity the Portsmouth branch
has provided US, whereby several invalids
came near being invalids no more, dur
ing the past season, through unwonted
exposure to winter storms while waiting
for tardy train, we leave behind the
busy clink of the industries of Milton
furnace, while the reflection of their
brilliant lights follow in our trail. Our
feet press briskly upon the verdant sward
that still paves our youthful thorough
| r. r.. nd
westward and northward, we count sew
eral new houses. each displaying in an
enduring manner the taste and enter
prise of the proprietors of the steam
planning mill, who left beautiful homes in
Harmar, on the Ohio, and cast their for
tunes in with those of our little city in
the dawn of its existence. Business has
been brisk and unfagging in the twelve
month they have been honored residents
of this place. Evidences of their handi-
work has been laid with skilled, and
rapid hand within, and without each
tasteful home within the limits of Wells
ton, and still the orders come-and still
they plane away right merrily with hear
ty growing faith in the prospects of the
home of their adoption, never regretting
the change from their older civilization,
to our new, and comparatively undevel-
oped one. To many more earnest CO.
workers, such as these. our honored pio-
neers and cotemporaries, we would right
gladly extend the right hand of citizen
ship.
| ba mill To he north nd
crossing the railroad, we are upon the
boundaries of the Wellston Coal and Iron
Co. But one stack of this furnace is
} working The hot-blast of the other
stack is in process of construction, and
} will soon be blown into operation, afford
ing employment for many more laborers,
who will come rapidly at the call. We
see every thing moving here like the
beat of the pendulum with accuracy, and
unmistakeable success perches upon the
work under the able supervision of the
Superintendent. At the door of the Of
fee, iron ore by the ton is being weighed
by the clerk and his assistant, and then
stacked pile upon pile, outside the works,
to be burned prior to being consigned
with fuel to the furnaces, presenting the
appearance of unmounted Notifications,
as in fact they are, the bulwarks of our
trade. The furnace and works rest upon
beautiful lawn sloping to the north,
and west, and back of these across the
reservoir, upon a higher broader plain
nestle the cots where dwell the miners,
and those who keep the industries in
motion. Here and there o er the sunshi-
nv verdure solitary tree casts lovingly
its shade upon the miner children's play
ground of many velvety acres, who are
born and reared in sight of furnace fires,
and under the sooty haze of the unceas-
olute thinkers and workers, happy, and
to as high position destined as those
enervated by every luxury, and to every
golden honor born.
We look in for moment at the com
pany storehouse. Quite large, commo-
J dious room, well stocked. Here Democ
racy reigns or the civil service bill tri-
umphs, for the handsome young gent,
who acts as proprietor and salesman, is as
ready, and smiling to wait upon the
sooty miner as upon the LADY in silken
sheen" The miner is really Lord here,
for these stores are mainly for their ben
eft. Within the shaft-house we watch
the engine whose steam inspired revolu-
tions upheave the ebon diamonds from
their long ago sepulchers. We step up
on the elevator by request of the gentle
manly conductor and descend by the
light of the little glimmering lamp at
tached to his'cap, to the subterraneous
depths beneath. Down swiftly-we
alight-our attention is first directed to
the steam pump that drains the cavern
and forces the water into clear reser-
voir, or taken back of the furnaces, and
supplies water for the boilers. We OBJ
serve the going to and fro, the exquisite
nicely of the working of the miniature
engine, with interest, then turn to sym
pathize with the mules (not larger than
canadian ponies,) slipping, and strug-
Cling over the muddy ties as they drag
the heavy cars along the dense dark pas
sages. l am told these intelligent ami
mails have become so accustomed to the
upper ground whistle calling the miners
from their labor, as to give unmistakea-
BILE evidence of a joyful realization OF the
approach of corn time" Having arrlV-
ed at stature somewhat superior to the