1921 Duluth & St Louis County MN, Van Brunt.pdf - Garon.us
1921 Duluth & St Louis County MN, Van Brunt.pdf - Garon.us
1921 Duluth & St Louis County MN, Van Brunt.pdf - Garon.us
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DULUTH AND ST. LOUIS COUNTY 559<br />
lessly outclassed by the four-story fire-proof structure that was in<br />
process of erection in the fall of 1920 at South, or new, Hibbing. The<br />
Androy Hotel, a palatial hostelry of 162 rooms and 100 baths, promises<br />
to excell all<br />
<strong>Duluth</strong>.<br />
hotels in the county, even including the Spaulding of<br />
However, such a structure was not even the subject of the<br />
craziest dream of even the most optimistic Hibbingite, of the '90s.<br />
Hibbing for Long Literally a Mining Village.—As a matter of<br />
fact, Hibbing for very many years was a mining village, a place wherein<br />
mining was supreme, and where all other considerations were secondary.<br />
Hemmed in as she was by mines on three sides of her, and<br />
actually not owning the ground upon which she stood, her position,<br />
as a municipality, and as a place of homes, was not an enviable one.<br />
The attitude of the mining company was that the people were there<br />
beca<strong>us</strong>e of the mines ; which of course was true. They argued, or<br />
thought, that the people without the mines, without the employment<br />
the mines gave and the money the mines circulated, would starve<br />
consequently, the comfort and interests of the people m<strong>us</strong>t be subordinate<br />
or secondary to the interests of the mining companies. And<br />
when it became necessary to blast, for instance, within dangero<strong>us</strong><br />
proximity to the home of the people, the people m<strong>us</strong>t make the best<br />
they could of such conditions, which were unavoidable. One writer,<br />
who may have been perhaps, somewhat too graphfc in his description,<br />
pictured the condition in the following words<br />
You sit with your little family around the table, partaking of the humble<br />
repast your daily pittance allows you. Suddenly a mig^hty roar and blast<br />
shakes everything in view, and a few seconds later there comes crashing<br />
through your roof, or windows, the upheaved rpcks and debris, endangering<br />
your lives and the lives of your loved ones. Picture the condition as a daily<br />
occurrence. Likewise imagine yourself walking upon the public streets of<br />
a town and then be suddenly forced to flee for safety into shelter, from similar<br />
ca<strong>us</strong>es.<br />
Put yourself in the place of a merchant, having, erected a suitable building<br />
for your <strong>us</strong>e, to wake some day to see the yawning abyss right at your<br />
door, with the hungry maws of the steam shovel tearing away at your streets.<br />
And this is j<strong>us</strong>t what happened here.<br />
Such a condition has been duplicated, in respect to caving, in<br />
quite recent years in the great city of Scranton, Pennsylvania, where<br />
cavings have dropped buildings, or parts of buildings, without warning,<br />
20, 30 or 40 feet into the bowels of the earth. But at any time<br />
in early, or in modern, times such a state of things is deplorable. It<br />
held Hibbing down for many years, j<strong>us</strong>t as similar conditions in<br />
Scranton, Pennsylvania, resulted in an increase of only 3 per cent in<br />
its population during the last decade. However, most wrongs are<br />
righted eventually. Unreasonable conditions cannot prevail for long.<br />
But the righting of Hibbing's wrong came by an un<strong>us</strong>ual se(|uence<br />
of events. The condition at Hibbing in its early years, and the ultimate<br />
remedv were referred to in the* "<strong>St</strong>. Paul Despatch," of Mav<br />
29, 1918, th<strong>us</strong>:<br />
In the early days, open-pit mining encroached upon the town of Hibbing<br />
from all sides, ami the clatter and rfiar of the steam shovels and the blast<br />
of explosives filled the air day and night. The din resembled at all hours a<br />
miniature battle of the Aisne.<br />
With each and every blast, the rocks and shale had a most unpleasant<br />
way of coming down through one's roof, or giving one a sudden attack of<br />
heart failure, by falling in one's immediate neighborhood. Hibbing was being<br />
literally blasted off the map. But nobody complained. It was expected as a<br />
matter of course—an hourly occucrence. It was in n. and Hibbing was iron.<br />
The iron and the blasting went hand in hand, and tiicre could be no complaint.<br />
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