Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-05-15

a0QlTS dungeons OF behring's were turned
III lathe of our own continuing. This
was heavy job for our own resources,
but it was finished after an age (it
seemed to us) of toll, puzzling and per
SEPARATION, and we had produced machine
~ that was capable OF raising to a
height of nearly thirty feet many tons
Of water per uay, and which answered
all our requirements for drainage, SO
that we were able to reach that long
sought "bed rock " at depth of ninety
feet below the present bed of the creek.
| viii mention here that our pump was
twelve inches square inside, and had
stroke of four feet, raising the water
twenty nine feet into our drain tunnel,
whence 1t flowed ont to the surface 900
yards down the canon.
We had reached "bed rock" but had
not struck it very rich, " and we're run
ming Il DRIFT or tunnel Oh bed rock across
and up the gu!ch in search of the "pay
streak" which We were hoping every day
to find, when the announcement OF q
startling accident was made. Here was
the ruin of our hopes and the death of
cur friend for there was little room 10
hore for any other result.
1t must not be supposed that much
time was wasted in such reflections for,
telling Bill to rouse the entire camp, l
rusEed off to the mine. Such OF the
men a: had heard Of the occurrence
hurried from their work, bringing with
. them their picks and shOvels rs likely to
! G needed and the miners from wet
! diggings came clad in coats, high boots
ana helmet-shaped caps Of India-rubber,
and looking like Knights III amor.
Knights they were, too, fer that matter,
f0r, though armed only with shovels and
Ijchs, they were as daring and is gem
erous as ever Deited Prince who role
WITH lance at rest to right imaginary
WyGnGs; and they were ready now to
risk every danger 70 save the poor fellow
buried IN the mine beneath.
On reaching the SCENE [ found our
lnachiniry apparently uninjured, but
looking more closely I discovered that
the pump was raising not drop OF
water, and it would not be long before
the entire mine would be flooded. The
pump must be relieved at once or we
could not hope to save the mine. much
less to rescue our friend. Calling Bob
Piper, tall, bach bearded miner. who
had worked at his trade IN every mining
country from the English channel to the
Pacific ocean, and who, III skill, courage
and experience, was The mining oracle
OF our camp-I pointed him to the
pump, which was wearing itself cut in
vain, for it lifted no water.
Bob" said 7, eve must fix that
pump It is our only hope 10 save
Little Jimmy"
Wen fix it," replied Bob, quietly.
The pump is starved-choked up at
the bottom. Wen fix it; and as for the
Hoor lad we'll git I'm out"
Bob was West Of England man, and
his dialect stuck to him.
Wen get I'm out, Benny; I think he
3ean't dead. I've helped dig men out
IN the old country and this, too; an God
viii help US we'll get1un out now; won't
, us, Benny?"
Benny; thus appealed to, answered
with an emphatic "You bet" and the
next moment he and Bob, followed by
! two others, were clambering down the
steep and slippery fight Of ladders that
led into the mine, until their candles,
glimmering like stars, were one by one
swallowed up in the black shaft Axes
had been sent down in the bucket, and
in few moments were heard blows
ringing on the mass Of wood and iron
that composed the barrel of the pump.
They were cutting holes to let water into
the pump below. It had already risen
above their waists, and the mouth of the
lowest drift was nearly submerged.
The machinery was creaking and
groaning, and the wheel dashing round,
| and it was idle show, and the mine was
filling up, and soon the men would be
driven out but meantime we could
hear the blows of the axes. Presently
the clumsy walking beam quit groaning,
stood still and began to tremble. The
wheel had stopped for a moment, then
began to move slowly, and went round
with surge. There was a great rush
of water through the pump, and it was
all right. Our old wooden pump was
equal to the occasion. The food gates
were opened to the great overshot
wheel, and it was required to do its
best. 1t rushed round steadily, and in
an hour the mine was freed from water
so that men could press into the drift.
1t was arranged that if Little Jimmy
was found alive the fact should be tele-
graphed aloft by two strokes of the sig
nal bell but if dead, one tap should
announce it. Men were working under
ground as only such men would work.
They had been told off into gangs Of four
each, which spelled or relieved each
other every fifteen minutes; and, as they
advanced into the avalanche of rock
and earth that filed the drift, every inch
had to be propped with heavy timbers,
for the vast mass above them had been
shaken and had lost its cohesion, and
at every moment might crash down like
, mountain.
Presently, to those who waited above,
there came sharp peal Of the bell
then another. He was alive What a
shout went up from the men assembled
there. Out of the depths Of that canon,
above its cliffs and crags, and over the
trees that waved on their SUBMITS, and
above the mountains that lowered
beyond-far above them all it rose like
incense. It assembled into heaven, for it
was prayer-a prayer OF thanksgiving
and Of praise. Not formed in speech,
not framed in language, but the over
flowing Of the heart that can not be ut
tered in words.