Douglas Island news., 1898-11-23

 or used to grind coffee in, and we thought the teeth would be even larg CT than Tacoma girls foot, but the crusher is most harmless looking ma chine, and just the opposite of what we expected to see. In the center of the room are two concave disks or hoppers we should probably call them. The ore comes down an incline chute from the hoisting boxes where they are automatically emptied. In the center of the disk is a round opening some three feet wide, and in the center of this opening, little lower down is round cylinder two or three feet long that revOlves and moves laterally at the same time. The ore falls between this disk and the basin in which it is set and tho disk just crushes it into small pieces, and when broken to a cer- tain size it drops down into bin below. Two men are in the crusher room to keep the large pieces of ore from clog ging the hopper. The ore as it comes down the chute is sometimes in large pieces and those employed at the crusher are constantly on the watch to keep out of the course of the heavy pieces of ore.
 From the crusher room we go just below, where we see u train of small cars backing up under the chute that holds the crushed ore. There are five or six of the cars to which is attached the cutest little engine you ever saw. It is little bit of thing, not over three or four feet high, and is minus a cab and tender. One man runs this little locomotive. The diminutive size of the machine makes the man that runs it look several sizes larger than the ordinary man, in fact we thought he must be between seven and ten feet tall We didn't get the best kind of a look at him, but we thought he rode the engine like the girls did the old gray mare, when the writer was a boy, -a-straddle, but we might have been mistaken.
 When the cars are loaded the little engine pulls them into the mill where they empty into bins far above the stamps, into which it is fed automati- cally. ....
 We next go down several flights of stairs into the room where the stamps are running. Have you ever been in a stamp mill? Ifyou haven't, you never heard any noise. You may think you have but my friend you are mistaken. This mill has 240 stamps, all going at the same time. Talking in there is never thought of. Stamp mill language is by means of signs.
 We were only too glad when Fore man Hunter conducted us into side room, where we could think and talk. It proved to be the office of Mir. Wm. NJ. Hale, foreman of the stamp mill, who is genial, pleasant gentleman. We were also pleased to meet MT. Nick King who is employed in the amalga- mating department. Here we bade Foreman Hunter goodbye for the day. There is muchto be seen and great deal to be said as we follow the course of the precious metal at the Treadwell and future issue will contain more upon this subject. ....-
 Saturday was cold dreary day and our stay at the mines was limited. The new stamp mill which is nearing completion is larger than the one we visited and will contain 300 stamps, but we did not go into the building. We also made no mention of the tunnels one hundred feet below the one we were in, the "glory hole" and the many other places of interest.
 When one considers the magnitude of the Treadwell mines, one naturally wonders what master mind is superin- tendent of this great plant and others, as we'll as the writer, will be surprised to know that young man, less than forty years of age, has charge of these works and successfully conducts them an enterprise that employs some 700 rlen-included in which is also one of the greatest general stores in Alaska, and equal to those on the Pacific coast. The name of this man is J. P. Corbus.
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