The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-02-23

something to Eat.
to eat. There was plenty. of bread,
and some cold fried ham, and cutting
a couple Of generous sandwiches, I
hiked out to make my breakfast in
| the omen.
The sandwiches disposed of, began
to quarter The bench woodland back
and forth, searching for some indica-
tions Of the railroad survey. In due
time l found one of the location stakes,
and from its facing and the markings
on 1t, got the direction Of the proposed
line and was able to trace 1t for some
| distance along the bench. As Dad
dy had said, 1t ran within few hun
dred yards Of the Cinnabar claim, and
short sidetrack would make his sug-
gestlon perfectly feasible; our ore
could be shot into the cars with but q
single handling.
From tracing the railroad survey, I
edged around to take another look at
the possibilities Of the drainage tunnel
Daddy and had figured on. Going
over the ground this second time, and
with some better knowledge Of the diff
hculties, 1t appeared that we must have
ridiculously underestimated the prob
! able cost. Pacing the distances care
fully. and guessing at the differences
In altitude by the heights Of the trees,
i saw that 1t wouldn't be safe 70 count
upon less than mile Of tunneling,
and this. In the solid porphyry Of Old
Cinnabar, and In q situation remote
from the nearest base of supplies,
would run-no, 1t. wouldn't run; 1t
would fairly gallop into money.
Was this what Bullerton meant to do
ifthe could Oust me? That he was ut
terly confident of his ability to drain
the Cinnabar was evident. But how
was 1t to be done?~ Would he, or his
hackers, be willing to spend a quar-
ter of million or more, and the better
part of years time. driving that
mile-long tunnel?
The longer thought about 1t, the
larger the convictions grew that no
such expensive eXpedient was to, be
resorted to. Bullerton, or his hackers
or. .Roth, kne& Some other and far
cheaper and hasfe ;e1peaftkgas way Of
! getting rid Of the; water Sitting on a
| big rock that had IN some. fermer earth
convulsion tumb1e Cd from the broken
cliffs above the mine, I gave the me-
ckanical fraction OF my brain az was
a small :fraGtiott .and sadly unter-de-
: veIopedD free reh.%i: -"
+ Two possibilities suggested them
selves. siphons n big pipe; starting
at the bottom, Of the. shaft and leading
out over the top aid down the noun
tain to a poiht lower than the shaft
bottom, ."wouid,' after 1T was once
started. automatically discharge q
stream OF Its own bigness. whatever
that should be. But the cost Of over
mile of such pipe WAS: beyond my
means; and If two six-inch pumps
I driven night and day had failed to
make. any; Impression Upon the food,
what, could be- expected'of' siphon
which l.. Is, the nature of things, couldn't
be, N uah Aigger than sn ordinary
| street water main7 =: :.
The Other possibility was even less
hopeful. II. was the driving Of abort
tunReE wlfeh Daddy and might uri-
dertakeSA~HhsutF additional help, from
the lie, et of the ;high bench straight In
/ ~ "h'ipSAoVSItuh GA Win Hle sndII.
This, estimated. might tap the water
at a point possibly twenty feet below
Its. present level in the shaft Its sue
cess. as saw Yat once. would depend
entirely upon the location and volume
Of the underground lake which was
supposed to be supplying the5fiood. II
this reservoir were shallow and high
in the mountain, the I short tunnel
might. drain IT. II 1t we're deep and
low. nothing would be accomplished.
! The;question was stu hanging hope
lessly Up In the air when I made my
way around to the mine buildings by
the left.hand guleh path, sneaked In
and began to sshuck myself into Dad
dy's extra pair of overalis; just for
what, hadn't the least. idea; only, /
needed to be dong something to keep
me from going completely dotty In the
guessing contest. - - ~ -
BY this time, as I knew, they would
be- getting mp from breakfast In the
cabin, across the dump head, which
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