A miner puts his head down and runs, with a long swinging stride, through places where I can only stagger.
In fact, many of them appear more clean-cut than one might expect a miner to look after a typical day at work.
During a recent interview with miner Samuel Avalos, it was clear the reminders of the entrapment were never far away.
“She called me a couple of years before she died,” miner said.
A New York friend heard about the miner with four different families and began to tell me about her great-grandfather.
Genius is the gold in the mine; talent is the 50 miner who works and brings it out.
The miner then went into the house and shut the door, leaving the monkey outside.
As his mind grasped these facts the miner rose and danced—but he did not shout!
Every miner travelling with gold seemed to me a possible victim for my crime.
It had no weight in diverting Mr. miner from what he deemed a higher call.