American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1922-09-23

was Harry's voice. strangely hoarse
and weak. am thinking the same
thing. But II mustn't be. Dead men
don't always mean they've dled--in a
wye to east reflections on the man
TINT was with EN-. DO you get what
! meant You've said" and he looked
hard into the cramped. suffering face
Of Robert Fairchild- that you were
going to old your father innocent.
SO IN I. We don't know. Boy, what
vent OF ere. And we've got to 'ope
for the best"
Then. while Fairchild stood motion.
less and silent. the big Cornishman
forced himself forward. to stoop by
the side Of the heap Of bones which
once had represented n man. to touch
gingerIy the clothing, and then to
bend nearer and hold his carbide close
to some object which F'airchild could
not see. AT last he rose and with old.
white features, approached his part.
ner.
good"
There was only one thing V do
turn back. Fifteen minutes more n
they we're on the surface, making
their plans; projects which entailed
| work from morning until night for
many a day to come. Harry reached
for a new ax and indicated another.
"weni cut ties first" he announced.
And thus began the weeks N EFFORT.
weeks in which they worked with
crude. appliances: weeks In which they
dragged the heavy stulls and other
timbers into the tunnel and then low
cred them down the shaft to the drift,
two hundred feet below, only TO follow
them I'm their counterbalnnced bucket
and lnboriOusly pile them along the
sides Of the drift. there to await use
later on. Weeks In which they worked
In mud and slime. as they shoveled
out the muck and with their CAD hooks
tore down loose portions OF the hang
ing wall to form a roadbed for their
new tram.
II was a slow. Calling progress. but
they kept at It. Gradually the tram
line began TO take shape, pieced to
cether from old portions of the trach
which still lay In the drift and supple
mented by others bought cheaply n
that graveyard Of miners hopes-th'
Junk yard In Ohadl. At last II wal
finished (; the work of moving the heav!
timbers became easier now as the!
were shunted onto the small tran
truck from which the body had beeI
: dismantled and trundled along tn
rails to the cave-in, there to be pile
In readiness for their use. And ina
ly--
A pick swung in the air, TO CIV
forth II chunky, smacking sound. as
|, struck r-softened, spongy WOO
The attack against the cave-in had BIZ
J. gun. A foot at n time they tore W
the old. broken, spllntered timbers an
the rocky refuse which lay piled b.
nine each shivered beam only to stol
carry away the muck, and then rebuild
: Cold and damp, in the moist air OF u
/ tunnel they labored. but there was
4 10Y In Il all. Down here they cou'
y forget Squlnt Rodalne and his chalk
faced son down here they could fe
: that they were working toward a 90
d and lay aside the handicap while
humans might put In their path.
n Day after day Of labor and the J
n d~entatiOn upon the caye-in grew fro
y a matter of feet To one Of yards.
e week. Two. Then. as Harry swul
= his pick, he lurched forward and we
d to his knees. "Tve gone through y
It announced In happy surprise, 81
t gone through. We're M the end OF u
y Up went Fairchili's carbide. Whe
;. fhe pick stlll hung in the rocky ma