Tipple Tower Drinking Game

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Down into the air-shaft, every hour of the day and night, an enormous fan in the fan-house at the top of the shaft pumped air into the mine, and by means of many doors, stoppings, and bridges or ’overcasts,’this strong current of air passed through every mile of tunneling, never crossing its own path and never stopping, until it again reached the main entry, but this time at the foot of the hoisting-shaft, through which — fouled by the gases, the dust, and impurities of the mine — it poured out, a cold blast in summer, and in winter a tower of misty vapor that ascended far into the structure of the tipple-tower above the shaftmouth. To keep this current of air from taking the path of the least resistance and ‘short-circuiting,’ cutting off whole sections of the mine, there was arranged a system of doors which were opened to allow the trains and the mine-cars to pass, and closed again when they had gone through. As an additional precaution to take care of this life-blood circulation, without which work in the mine would be impossible, inspectors — whose duty it was to measure the strength of the current, and to inspect the doors and stoppings to see that no part of the mine escaped the cleansing draft — passed constantly from place to place, testing for the presence of gas with their safetylamps, and ever measuring the volume and flow of the air-current. It was usually between four and five in the morning when we left the mine. As we stepped from the hoist and left behind us the confining darkness, the smoky air, and the sense of oppression and silence of the mine below, the soft, fresh morning air in the early dawn, or sometimes the cool rain, seemed never more refreshing. One does not notice the silence of a mine so much upon leaving the noise of the outer world and entering the maze of tunnels on the day’s work, as when stepping off the hoist in the early morning hours when the world is almost still: the sudden sense of sound and of living things emphasizes, by contrast, the silence of the underworld. There is a noise of life, and the very motion of the air seems to carry sounds. A dog barking half a mile away in the sleeping town sounds loud and friendly, and there seems to be a sudden clamor that is almost bewildering. V As tourist attractions go, the RCMP Academy, Depot Division in Regina, Saskatchewan, is an unusual one. The theatre lights dim and the film credits roll, and we’re soon watching a female Mountie cadet being doused in the face with pepper spray.

A coal-mine is a vast city in an underground world. Beside the hoistingshaft, down which the men are lowered into the mine and from which the coal is lifted in great ‘skips,’ or more often in the mine-cars themselves, there is the air-shaft. These are usually the only two connections between the mine and the outer world. Shaft one, where we worked, was about four hundred feet below the surface, and comprised over seventy-five miles of tunnels laid out by the engineers’ transit according to a perfect system for the hauling of the coal and the ultimate mining of the maximum quantity. From the airshaft to the hoisting-shaft ran the main tunnel, or entry; and parallel and at right angles with this tunnel ran other entries, dividing the mine into great sections.Locomotive Coaling Stations: Yard Storage Systems, Cinder Conveyers, Sand Plants; Bulletin No. 73001. Reprint by TLC Publishing, Sterling, VA: Fairbanks, Morse & Co. 1935. pp.4–5. How many holes have you drilled ?' yelled Wild, his voice drowned by the scream of the long air-drill as the writhing bit tore into the coal. There was comparatively little gas in the mine. Each morning, as we entered our room, we made a rough test for gas, for occasionally during the night some door down in the entry was accidentally left open and the air-current, shortcircuited, might fail to reach up into the room and clean out the ever-generating gas. And so, as we left the entry, we would take our lamps from our caps and, walking one before the other, holding them out before us and slowly lifting them above our heads, watch to see if a sudden spurt of blue flame from the pit-lamps would disclose the presence of ‘fire-damp,’ the most feared of all mine-gases. The location can be spotted at a distance by its old water tower, which used to draw water from nearby Feedwater Cave. There are also two sidings, one of which has a coal tipple and two coal hoppers, and an abandoned train station.

Once a bustling community, Aladdin had its own baseball team during the community’s coal mining heyday. Alternatively the nearby coal tower can be entered (and exited) through roundabout paths. The interior is similar in temperature stability to the train station, however, the coal tipple also has chance to spawn some rarer items, such as a Bear Skin Bedroll, as well as more food and materials to break down.During its heyday, Aladdin, Wyoming was comprised of about 20 houses built and owned by the railway and standing at the end of the rail line. It is the custom of the men, when they leave the mine at the close of the shift, to hide their tools; and the imaginations of the loaders, worked upon by eight hours of solitary work, had doubtless seen in the forms of two of their companions who were hiding their shovels the traditional gnomes of their own Hartz Mountains. I’m halfway through a road trip across the Canadian prairies, following the trail of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police as they prepare to celebrate their centenary next year.