Raise the Titanic! by Clive Cussler Page B

interest lay in advertisements for piano tuners, electric belts for rupture, and strange malady remedies, along with editorials on the Denver City Council’s determination to clear such-and-such street of sinful houses of entertainment, or intriguing little inserts guaranteed to make feminine readers of the early 1900s gasp in innocent horror.
    CORONER’S REPORT
    Last week, the habitués of the Paris Morgue were greatly puzzled by a curious India-rubber leg that lay exposed for recognition on one of the slabs. It appears that the body of an elegantly dressed woman, apparently aged about 50, had been found in the Seine, but the body was so decomposed that it could not be kept. It was remarked, however, that the left leg, amputated at the thigh, had been replaced by an ingeniously constructed India-rubber leg, which was exhibited in the hope that it might lead to the identification of the owner.
    Donner smiled at the quaint piece of history and turned his attention to the upper-right-hand section of the page, the part that Koplin had said was missing from the paper he’d discovered on Novaya Zemlya.
    DISASTER AT THE MINES
    Tragedy struck like a vengeful wraith early this morning when a dynamite blast set off a cave-in at the Little Angel Mine near Central City, trapping nine men of the first shift, including the well-known and respected mining engineer, Joshua Hays Brewster.
    The weary and haggard rescue crews report that hope of finding the men alive is black indeed. Bull Mahoney, the intrepid foreman of the Satan Mine, made a herculean effort to reach the trapped miners, but was turned back by a wall of tidal water that inundated the main shaft.
    â€œThem poor fellows is goners sure,” Mahoney stated to reporters at the disaster scene. “The water has gushed up near two levels above where they was working. They surely was drowned like rats before they knew what hit them.”
    The silent and sorrowful throng milling around the mine entrance woefully bemoaned the chilling likelihood that this is one time when the bodies of the lost men will not be recovered and brought to the “grass” for decent burial.
    It is reliably known that it was Mr. Brewster’s intent to reopen the Little Angel Mine, which had been closed since 1881. Friends and business associates say that Brewster often boasted that the original digging had missed the high-grade lode, and with luck and fortitude, he was going to be the discoverer.
    When reached for comment, Mr. Ernest Bloeser, now retired and former owner of the Little Angel Mine, said on the front porch of his home in Golden, “That mine was dogged by bad luck from the day I opened it. All it ever turned out to be was a low-grade ore shoot that never did turn a profit.” Mr. Bloeser further stated, “I think Brewster was dead wrong. There was never any indication of the mother lode. I am astounded that a man of his reputation could think so.”
    In Central City, the last message proclaimed that if the situation is in the eternal graces of the Almighty, the opening will be sealed as a tomb and the missing men will rest in blackness through the ages, never again to see the “grass” or sunlight.
    The grim reaper’s list of the men caught up in this most terrible of disasters is as follows:
    Joshua Hays Brewster, Denver
    Alvin Coulter, Fairplay
    Thomas Price, Leadville
    Charles P. Widney, Cripple Creek
    Vernon S. Hall, Denver
    John Caldwell, Central City
    Walter Schmidt, Aspen
    Warner E. O’Deming, Denver
    Jason C. Hobart, Boulder
    May God watch over these brave toilers of the mountains.
    No matter how many times Donner’s eyes traveled over the old news type, they always came back to the last name among the missing miners. Slowly, like a man in a trance, he laid the paper in his lap, picked up the phone, and dialed long distance.

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