Douglas Island news., 1904-02-03
A Half Shift.

w the big Treadwell hoist. The "3OO' is idle now and so is the elevated tram road over which the ore is conveyed to the mill. Assayer Ott was just going to lunch, and was met at the foot of the steps by his energetic little son, Emil, who was vainly endeavoring to get service out of a coasting sled on the vet walk. Emil wanted his indnlgent father to pull him and his sled up the steep flight of stairs that leads to his home, but papa Ott couldn't see 1t in that light. so Emil had to walk.
 At the Treadwell hoist Joe Coggins was pushing with all lis might on a car, loaded with dull drills. The car ran smoothly until it came to sudden curve in the track, and then part of the load fell off. Joe stopped pushing, gave expression to his feelings, and then began placidly to load them on again. Joe Patterson, who works way down in the mine, had finished his lunch, and gave us few moments of his time, describing the streets and thoroughfares below ground. Tom Tatom who runs the big hoist, had a wrench and bunch of waste, and was busily engaged in trying to make his machine look bright and pretty. He was too busy to talk much.
 At 20 minutes to one, a crowd of miners was seen at the top of the shaft 4 skip slid into view, and in moment it was filed with men, each one with a firm grip on some part of the frame work. A man, who seemed to be iu charge, let down the bar, stepped over and gave signal and the skip shot out of sight. In few moments, another skip came up, and the performance was repeated. This continued until a small army of men had been taken down to the different levels, and then, as no more men appeared, the skips stopped running. The ore for the 24O mill is now hoisted at night.
 The work ou the addition to the hoist has not progressed far enough to make much of show, although there are some huge timbers laying ready to be hoisted into place.
 The old Glory Hole looks bigger, and grander than ever. \ long stairway now leads down from the mouth of the old tunnel, but the bottom of the pit is away below the 11O level. All around the sides, men were clambering over the rocks with the agility of goats, setting up machines, dragging hose, and prying down loose rock.
 Up at the blacksmith shop, they were strengthening and sharpening drills. That's what they are always doing, only sometimes they have more drills.
 In the engine room the pair of big Corliss engines were standing as still and silent as if they were deserted. Those engines that have run so many years. and have carried their load so faithfully, were having rest-every. thing was Ion water"
 The 240 mill was pounding along ID the same old way, only it was making more noise than usual, kind of a shout of triumph that it's only rival the 300 was shut down and it was still running. Foreman Nick King had a happy smile on his face that told of his pride in the record the old mill is mak- ing.
 Sup't. Macdonald, Bob Willis and Harry Sterling were also in the mill listening to its sweet music, and giving it admiring glances. The Superintend- ent carried candle stick which indi- cated that he and his companions were headed for the mine.
 The only lonesome looking, unused, deserted looking thing in Treadwell is the jail. It's pretty jail and it looks neat and clean. Any man might be proud to be locked up in such jail, but the Treadwell people don't seem to take to it worth cent. It is still wait ing for its first occupant.
 Charlie Johnson, the pattern maker, was securing away on block of wood, with piece of sandpaper, as if his life depended on it. The pattern depart ment of the foundry is the curiosity shop of Treadwell. There are so many queer shaped things that an ordinary