The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-07-22

and watch that shovel for an hour, TO-
see 1t almost humanity strain and tug
into the quartZite that has not been
blasted, TO see it grip and grit and
grind its steel teeth into the mountain
and tear away great chunks of it. A
man standing on pl9tform by the side
of the monster and attached TO it,
works il with a lever and rope. He
points its nose where he pleases, even
to the fraction of an inch, and dumps
each shovel full into q car as precisely
as the farm er's wife puts an egg into
a basket. This one man with that ma
chine could lower seven tons of rock
gently enough to crack the crystal of
a watch without injuring the time
piece, or with enough force to send it
crashing through the steel bottom OF a
car.
Where the Machine Is Weak.
The other day lad from Erin toiled
up the mountain side to see the steam
shovel at work He watched it with
the greatest interest for half an hour
"Bedad," he said, at last, that dommed
machine does the work of wan hundred
Micks, but the Micks has got one adj
vantage. The machine can't vote
Way up on the mountain side, a
quarter of a mile from the steam shovel,
two men We're working last Tuesday
One of them was engaged in bringing
small, rectangular boxes to the other
The second man was taking something
out of the boxes, something that looked
like candles, and dropping Them down
into two holes that seemed bottomless.
Box after box was brought up and its
contents dropped into the holes.
What are those men doing?" one
of the Harpers asked.
"They are dropping dynamite into
those holes" replied Mr.. Gates. 1.-THE
holes are sixty feet deep and eight
inches in diameter The man will keep
dropping dynamite into them until they
are filled. Each hole holds 75G pounds
and the two will be fired simultaneous
ly."
Mr. Harper was impressed. He was
also uneasy. Although we were
quarter of mile away it is not very
exhilarating to see a man handle dyna-
mite sticks as if they were candles.
This fellow kept dropping, dropping,
dropping them. I one had gone off
ne and his working partner would have
been fertilizing the fields around Muir
ray inside of the sick of a watch. The
dropping OF dynamite seemed to be an
obsession with the man. For solid
two hours he kept II up.
Then came the GROWING act. The
man and his partner took long piece
of iron pipe with a stick of wood driven
into one end of it and began ramming
that dynamite. 1t was "Yo, heave. no."
and bling. went the hammer down on
10 $50 pounds of dynamite. A. T. Har-
FER looked at this operation Just
moment. He must have had visions
of himself travelling back to that dear
Portland. Maine, in a lunch hamper
At any rate
Maine Man in Hurry.
We'll. john" he said to his brother
IF we are going to make that 4:30 train
We'll have TO hurry" They had ar
hour and half in which to cover a fiji
teen-minute Journey but they hurried
down the mountain side like gentle
channels leaping from crag' to crag the
oeetling peaks among. And the gentle
men with the iron pipe calmly kept on
rammihg that dynamite. 1t did look
kind of scary, sure enough. Even Gates
said the men should use a wood ram
mer instead of an iron one. The writer
would have used a ramrod made out of