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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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