Essay On Lead Ore

When dawn broke, he had a clear view of the river, which was a good hundred fifty feet from his back porch doorsteps. Even in the worst of rainy seasons, he 'd never had to worry about the rise of the river; the gentle slope of the land raised the cabin well above flood level. In the nearly thirty years he 'd lived there, river water had never risen high enough to reach the 160-year-old cabin that once housed the overseer of the old Caledonia Plantation.

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

[Little Tree] would go far up the spring branch, wading the clear water, bending low through the green feather curtains of the weeping willows that hung down, trailing branch tips in the current. Water ferns made green lace that curved over the stream and offered holding places for the little water spiders (Carter,

Appalachia, a vast, beautiful panoply of lush green mountains. At least, most of the thin line of peaks that make up the Appalachian Mountains used to be that way. Currently, the continued spread of a method of coal extraction known as mountaintop removal mining has plagued areas of the eastern United States, mainly including the state of West Virginia. Throughout its increasing stages of implementation, mountaintop removal mining has caused numerous hampering effects, including causing serious harm to nearby residents, and polluting a once-pure environment. Because of this, mountaintop removal mining needs to be limited in order to preserve the natural state of the Appalachian Mountains.

“The Calumet region that North American Indians and, later, European settlers knew was one of prolific natural richness, much of it thoroughly wet. Between its many lakes and rivers were vast acreages of marsh and prairie, broken by gentle, wooded ridges and towering lakeside dunes. Early settlers wrote of waterfowl that darkened the sky. In Chicago’s younger days, local guides would take hunters out on excursions yielding hundreds of ducks,

We had not gone a rod when we found ourselves in a heap, in a heavy drift of snow. We took hold of each others’ hands, pulled ourselves out, got into the road, and the cold north wind blew us down the road a half mile south, where the Strelow boys and John Conrad had to go west a mile or more. When they reached a bridge in a ravine, the little fellows sheltered a while under the bridge, a wooden culvert, but Robert, the oldest, insisted that they push on thru the blinding storm for their homes. In the darkness they stumbled in, and by degrees their parents thawed them out, bathed their frozen hands, noses, ears and cheeks, while the boys cried in pain. “My brothers and I could not walk thru the deep snow in the road, so we took down the rows of corn stalks to keep from losing ourselves ’till we reached our pasture fence. Walter was too short to wade the deep snow in the field, so Henry and I dragged him over the top. For nearly a mile we followed the fence ’till we reached the corral and pens. In the howling storm, we could hear the pigs squeal as they were freezing in the mud and snow. Sister Ida had opened the gate and let the cows in from the field to the sheds, just as the cold wind struck and froze her skirts stiff around her like hoops. The barn and stables were drifted over when we reached there. The roaring wind and stifling snow blinded us so that we had to feel thru the yard to the door of our house. “The lamp was lighted. Mother was walking the floor, wringing her hands and calling for her boys. Pa was shaking the ice and snow from his coat and boots. He had gone out to meet us but was forced back by the storm. We stayed in the house all that night. It was so cold that many people froze.” Although most of the information that was collected or the stories that were told were in South Dakota, Nebraska, North Dakota the temperatures took

“the first 20 ms. of their rout was up Commeâp Creek and through a plain open Country, the hills of the Creek Continued high and broken with Some timber near it 's borders, the ballance of heir rout was through a high broken Mountanious Country. generally well timbered with pine the soil fertile. in this quarter the meet with abundance of deer and Some big-horned Animals. The East fork of Lewis 's river they discribe as one Continued rapid of about 150 yards wide, it 's banks are in most places Solid and perpindicular rocks, which rise to a great hight; it 's hills are mountanious high. on the top of Some of those hills over which they passed, the Snow had not entirely disappeared, and the grass was just springing up.”

Mining; the life blood of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, which became renowned for its massive supplies of iron, nickel, and copper ores. The sanctity of the residents living in Northern Michigan were dependent on the flow of natural resources coming from the mines, where many flocked to the growing cities to find work. Despite the wealth the region found in mining, it vanished once the prices of these metals dropped, where most mines were abandoned. Mining has once again taken root in the Upper Peninsula, with promises of jobs and greater economic and environmental security. The impacts of such promises once caused the region to flourish, yet left a scar the people and environment

A few miles northeast of Afton, the Neosho river runs long, and deep. There is a path that runs along the river bank that has been beaten hard by the ranchers coming down from the ranches transporting their goods. The path is wide, and covered with grinded up gravel caused by the many trucks, and trailers that drive across it. The Neosho river is long, and green; home to many critters that scurry throughout the river’s surface. Beneath the surface is another world that is inhabited by creatures, who thrive on the very little food that the Neosho river produces. On the muddy river bank, tree leaves lie deep within the sandy shore, engulfed by clay like sand. Then from the direction of the gravel path came the sound of footsteps on the loose

Here they found a large lagoon of good water, full of very coarse rushes. The high land of Grose Head appeared before them at about seven miles distance, bearing north by east. They proceeded this day about three miles and a quarter, in a direction varying from south-west to west-north-west; but, for a third of the way, due west. The land was covered with scrubby brush-wood, very thick in places, with some trees of ordinary timber, which much incommoded the horses. The greater part of the way they had deep rocky gullies on each side of their track, and the ridge they followed was very crooked and intricate. In the evening they encamped at the head of a deep gully, which they had to descend for water; they found but just enough for the night, contained in a hole in the rock, near which they met with a kangaroo, who had just been killed by an eagle. A small patch of grass supplied the horses for the

Soughing (pg. 530): “The lake was rough and the waves tossed up, white with spray, sucking at the shore, and the wind went soughing through the line of old willows, swaying them with a sonorous, restless

The opening remained me of the large gaping mouth of a bear I had slain at Ithaca.

My endeavour to find and record bits and pieces of Blackstone Lake's past at first evolved into a history project when I discovered there was so much more that could be recovered than a smattering of stories of lore and interesting rocks. As I continued to uncover more historic facts, a greater story began to form that deepened my interest that may have verged on obsession. I couldn't just study the original and permanent residents and not the early cottagers. Then there is the intriguing deep, primordial past, the big-story geology that literally shapes the lake, the difficult-to-recover native stamp on the lake reflected in its name and this lake's significant legacy revolving around its famed muskellunge.

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Coal, a mineral I have discussed previously, is necessary to our everyday lives. Coal is an incredible source of energy; it heats our houses and buildings, and also fuels stoves. You may often wonder where this extremely useful mineral comes from. Coal does not just appear; it needs to be mined through a process which results in our being able to utilize it. Coal mining is fairly inexpensive, is carried out on a large scale and can be mined in either underground or surface mines.