for it. When it came, we clambered into an empty car and started off. It was most uncomfortable sitting, the tracks none too even, & as we sped along, the noise was terrific, the cars rocked and jerked, & I felt that I did not dare raise my head for fear of beams or the low ceiling. Time after time we switched off to by passage after by-passage, and seemed to go on indefinitely - always ahead of us, that black void, so low & narrow. Finally we came to a stop, our ride was over.
     Our next procedure was to visit one dead end after another where the coal was actually being mined. Here it was not rock-dusted and shown forth in all its sinister beauty - What took my interest at once was the corner of two passageways coming together - the coal took on a zig-zag step-like formation jutting outward toward the top. “Breaks” they called them. Here I felt was my picture. I started making studies. The only light I had was my own, and that of my guide so that I had to draw by guess more than anything. I soon was dripping with sweat. I remarked to me companion on how warm it was, and asked him the average temperature - 58°, he replied, and I realized how wrought up I was!
      We visited several “breaks” and I made studies. Sometimes miners came thru, & the effects were weird. From time to time a dull looming sound came from the depths of the earth, accompanied by a sharp wind against my legs. This was blasting I was in-