A Trip to the Coal Mine

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 09
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1977
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title A Trip to the Coal Mine
Description tucked myself in a bed roll, "snug as a bug in a rug," and had a snooze before stopping at the Cold Spring for a drink of water. Except for this respite and occasional stops to inquire about road conditions, it was a non-stop drive up Cottonwood Canyon and on to the mine. Even if I were sleeping comfortably, however, I wanted to be awakened to see the early morning sun envelop beautiful Flat Canyon where cows from Cox's Dairy would be grazing peacefully. I had watched with glary eyes as Mamma packed the grub box for the trip. There were all sorts of staples and goodies,--loaves of home-made bread, containers of home-made butter, a lard bucket filled with wheat in which eggs were packed, potatoes, slices of ham and bacon, freshly baked cookies and I don't know what all. I could scarcely wait to be seated at the camp fire eating Papa's concoction: a mix-ture of fried bacon, potatoes and eggs. Even now, I can sense the tantalizing aroma which filtered through the air. Going for coal was really a vacation for me, for Papa did all the cooking. My sister and I did the dishes, however,--tin plates and cups and iron skillets with long handles. I knew that getting to the mine early was terribly im-portant, for, when there were lots of wagons ahead, there could be a one, a two, or even a three hour wait before getting a wagon loaded with coal. The dugways were narrow and steep, so in order to make better time, drivers often turned off on Sand Road, an alternate short-cut route which was very dusty. Actually, men raced their teams in their attempts to make it to the mine first and clouds of dust could be seen for miles around. Once at the mine, wagons lined up waiting for the mule drawn coal car to come out through the shaft. I edged up front to get a good look at the old mule who had worked for years, or so folks said. He went his own speed to the tipple, while pulling the wood and iron car filled with coal. There he automatically turned off. thus allowing the un-coupled car to dump the load into a wagon. Miners who followed through the open shaft were black as coal, liter-ally. When my brother was along, he went into the mine, which could be dusty or muddy, to watch or to lend a hand. The drivers loaded as much coal as they could into their wagons before weighing in with the weigh master, big lumps -23-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 9
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324777
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