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There was comparatively little gas in the mine. Each morning, as we entered our room, we made a rough test for gas, for occasionally during the night some door down in the entry was accidentally left open and the air-current, shortcircuited, might fail to reach up into the room and clean out the ever-generating gas. And so, as we left the entry, we would take our lamps from our caps and, walking one before the other, holding them out before us and slowly lifting them above our heads, watch to see if a sudden spurt of blue flame from the pit-lamps would disclose the presence of ‘fire-damp,’ the most feared of all mine-gases. Carnforth: The Coaling Plant". Historic England. 2015. List Entry Number 1078213 . Retrieved 26 December 2022. A coal-mine is a vast city in an underground world. Beside the hoistingshaft, down which the men are lowered into the mine and from which the coal is lifted in great ‘skips,’ or more often in the mine-cars themselves, there is the air-shaft. These are usually the only two connections between the mine and the outer world. Shaft one, where we worked, was about four hundred feet below the surface, and comprised over seventy-five miles of tunnels laid out by the engineers’ transit according to a perfect system for the hauling of the coal and the ultimate mining of the maximum quantity. From the airshaft to the hoisting-shaft ran the main tunnel, or entry; and parallel and at right angles with this tunnel ran other entries, dividing the mine into great sections. I’m halfway through a road trip across the Canadian prairies, following the trail of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police as they prepare to celebrate their centenary next year.

This wooden coal tipple is one of the last structures of its kind in the American West. It’s a great example of mining technology used in the late 1800s, constructed to store coal coming out of the mine and sort the resource as it moved down the chutes. Just shovel ’er full, then wait till the motor takes her out and sends in an empty, and fill that one. I ’ll look in on you once in a while and see how you ’re getting along.’ The lakeside city of Regina – home not only to the RCMP’s training centre but also the beautiful 2,300-acre Wascana Park and its striking First Nations University – awaits after another contemplative five-hour haul through mesmerising prairie country.Locomotive Coaling Stations: Yard Storage Systems, Cinder Conveyers, Sand Plants; Bulletin No. 73001. Reprint by TLC Publishing, Sterling, VA: Fairbanks, Morse & Co. 1935. pp.4–5. In Drumheller itself there are dinosaurs on every corner – made of fibreglass and concrete and advertising everything from restaurants to tyres. Taking centre stage is “the world’s largest dinosaur”, an 86ft-tall T-Rex; you can’t miss it as you push on across 11 fetching, period timber-bed bridges to the atmospheric ghost town of Wayne. Once a thriving mining town of 3,000, its population now hovers around just 40. The Grand Trunk Western Railroad Grand Haven Coal Tipple is a massive structure built from reinforced concrete, standing 79 feet high and covering an area 38 feet by 30 feet. The structure includes a large coal storage section along with a small gabled unit above that at one time housed the hoist machinery. Adjacent to the main structure is small single-story reinforced concrete power house building. Also located in the park is the Pere Marquette Railway Locomotive No. 1223, separately listed on the National Register. [2]

Next stop is Riding Mountain National Park, Manitoba, a 1,864 sq mile (3,000 sq km) treasure trove of lakes, forests and valleys, designated a national park in 1933. The ancient First Nations communities that were once pushed out have recently regained access to hallowed lands. For other uses, see Tipple (disambiguation). Diagram of a coal tipple with screens for up to 4 grades of coal Diagram of a rotary dump

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With the mule came the ghost, of a little white dog; but for some curious reason, although the dog was reported by many to have run out from abandoned rooms and barked at the men as they stumbled up the entry, but little attention was paid to it, and it seemed to possess no particularly disturbing influence.

Down into the air-shaft, every hour of the day and night, an enormous fan in the fan-house at the top of the shaft pumped air into the mine, and by means of many doors, stoppings, and bridges or ’overcasts,’this strong current of air passed through every mile of tunneling, never crossing its own path and never stopping, until it again reached the main entry, but this time at the foot of the hoisting-shaft, through which — fouled by the gases, the dust, and impurities of the mine — it poured out, a cold blast in summer, and in winter a tower of misty vapor that ascended far into the structure of the tipple-tower above the shaftmouth. To keep this current of air from taking the path of the least resistance and ‘short-circuiting,’ cutting off whole sections of the mine, there was arranged a system of doors which were opened to allow the trains and the mine-cars to pass, and closed again when they had gone through. As an additional precaution to take care of this life-blood circulation, without which work in the mine would be impossible, inspectors — whose duty it was to measure the strength of the current, and to inspect the doors and stoppings to see that no part of the mine escaped the cleansing draft — passed constantly from place to place, testing for the presence of gas with their safetylamps, and ever measuring the volume and flow of the air-current. During its heyday, Aladdin, Wyoming was comprised of about 20 houses built and owned by the railway and standing at the end of the rail line.In the early 20th century, mine operators began using conveyor belts to load coal and ores into railroad cars, eliminating the use of mine cars. [5] At some mines the conveyor loading facility is still referred to as a "tipple".

It is natural that a mine should have its superstitions. The darkness of the underworld, the silence, the long hours of solitary work, are all conditions ideal to the birth of superstition; and when the workmen are drawn from many nationalities, it is again but natural that the same should be true of their superstitions.

TEN days after my graduation from Harvard I took my place as an unskilled workman in one of the largest of the great soft-coal mines that lie in the Middle West. It was with no thought of writing my experiences that I chose my occupation, but with the intention of learning by actual work the ’operating end’ of the great industry, in the hope that such practical knowledge as I should acquire would fit me to follow the business successfully. That this mine was operated in direct opposition to the local organization of union labor and had won considerable notoriety by successfully mining coal in spite of the most active hostility, gave an added interest to the work. The physical conditions of the mine were the most perfect that modern engineering has devised: the ‘workings’ were entirely electrified; the latest inventions in coalmining machinery were everywhere employed, and every precaution for the safety of the men was followed beyond the letter of the law. I That evening, as we walked home to the boarding-house, we saw a dozen men walk slowly from the Company Hospital carrying on their shoulders a long white-pine box. Perhaps he had hoped some day to return to his village; perhaps he sent monthly remittances to his family in some obscure town in the Croatian highlands; or perhaps he had come alone, seeking a fortune in a new land. IV