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Boom Copper - The Story Of The First U.S. Mining Boom
Boom Copper The Story Of The First US Mining Boom Author:Angus Murdoch Text extracted from opening pages of book: BOOM COPPER The Story of the First U. S. Mining . Boom BY ANGUS MURDOCH THE MACMILLAN COMPANY New Tori . 19 45 FOR AT2T WJTJFJE, FJLOREWC& CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I TOP OF FORTY-ONE I H RIDDLE OF THE NORTH 8 HI COPPER FINDS ITS COLUMBUS ig IV WHITE PAWNEES 27 V THE KEWEENAW VIRGIN 36 VI FAITH, HOPE, AND A... more » PHARMACIST 48 VH NO SABBATHS WEST OF THE SAULT 59 vm JIM PAUL'S BOULDER 73 DC NUMBER 98 TAKES A JACKPOT 86 X SILVER LAGNIAPPE 98 XI COPPER HITS A HALF-DOLLAR 112 xn BILLY ROYAL'S PIGS 126 Xm COPPER WITH A BROAD A 137 XIV BENEVOLENT OCTOPUS 1$! XV COPPER CORNER l6o XVI BLUE CHIPS ON RED METAL 1 74 XVH FRESH-WATER SEAPORTS l88 XVHI GRAND CALLITHUMPIAN 199 XIX MAAZE MONDAY 209 XX THIRTY-NINE LITTLE WHITE COFFINS 219 XXI DYING INWARD FROM THE EDGE 230 EPILOGUE I THE MICHIGAN COPPER RANGE IN WORLD WAR H 241 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 245 INDEX 249 ILLUSTRATIONS Old Reliable Frontispiece FACING Pre-Columbian Copper 10 Mines on the Coast of Lake Superior n Profile of the Cliff Mine page 57 The Ontonagon Boulder in 1819 page 77 Jim Paul ( Portrait) page 79 Portraits : John Hays, Edwin J. Hulbert, Douglas Hougton 118 Cliff Mine Today 119 Mass Copper at Ahmeek Mine 154 Ghost Town i55 Loading Copper on Lake Boat iQ4 Underground, Tamarack Mine * 94 Houghton, in 1881 195 The Tourist's Copper Country 234 Copper Sunset 235 IBOOJML CHAPTER I TOP OF FORTY-ONE U. S. HIGHWAY FORTY-ONE ends in Miami, Florida, after crossing the lower half of the nation like the sidewalk strutting up to a multimillionaire's show place. The highway's southern extremity is the darling of Sunday rotogravure sections, and tons of printer's ink have been used to paint the charms of its bathing beauties, palm trees, and gilded oddments. Constant readers might well con clude that Forty-one runs only southward, and that all its miles travel steeply downhill. But, picture editors to the contrary, U. S. 41 has a northern terminus which is, in its own rugged way, highly photogenic. Certainly, its romantic and improbable history more than makes up for any shortage of glamour-girls. Northbound, Forty-one unfolds an uneventful, white concrete path through Indiana, Illinois, and Wisconsin. Soon after entering the Upper Peninsula of Michigan the highway properly changes in character to less citified, macadam black-top. Now pine guards the highway and, as the miles roll onward, scattered clumps merge into an endless forest of Christmas-tree green. The black-top passes through smaller and smaller towns, and for long stretches sees no one. Fewer automobiles travel along its surface, and their drivers wave to one another with the eager friendliness of strangers meeting in lonely country. The black-top continues northward one hundred, two hundred miles finally winding its way through the twin towns of Houghton and Hancock spread out on opposite shores of Portage Lake. You might expect Forty-one to pull up here on the brink of Lake Superior ; but it still has fifty-six miles of wilderness to go swooping around the roller-coaster curves of Brockway Moun tain to dissolve in sand on the very brim of the greatest body of fresh water in the world. 2 BOOM COPPER These last fifty-six miles transect a mere thumb of land poked like a testing finger into the cold, blue waters of Lake Superior. This is the Keweenaw Peninsula: a slightly crooked finger, and a narrow one. It is something like thirty miles wide where it joins the figurative hand of the mainland and tapers almost to a pointed fingernail. Compared with other water-gloved projections of the world, the Keweenaw is an insignificant bit of land. None the less, it is as scenically and historically exciting as any spot in the United States travelogue. It seems like a section of the Maine coast, transported intact to the Midwest; like a piece of Colorado, misplaced to the East. Certainly, it doesn't belong in the flat-chested Middle West. But here it is a spectacu lar remnant of Nature at her rawest. In the pre« less