Muckin in the Mines
Mucking in the mines
Yore Aspen
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Tim Willoughby
February 16,
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Each
additional foot of snow logarithmically lengthens long hours of shoveling.
Recent storms remind me of what not long ago was a noble profession:
mucking.
To appreciate the life of a mucker, it is not necessary to
remove a snowbank as tall as you are from a driveway using only a shovel. But my
biceps, sore from shoveling a few hours a day, remind me that my challenges
cannot be compared to mucking minerals underground, eight to 10 hours a
day.
“Mucking” was the mining term for shoveling broken rock into
tramming cars. In mining operations large enough to divide up the work, the men
who earned their living shoveling were called muckers. Digging ditches or
shoveling cement did not compare with mucking underground and was not rewarded
accordingly. Muckers were well-paid, 50 cents a day less than the miners who did
the drilling and blasting. They made between $3 and $4 a day, good wages from
1860 to 1910. Muckers were often apprentice miners, younger and more able to
match the rigorous routine.
My father’s first mine training came from
unloading boxcars of coal for Koch Lumber as a high school student in the 1920s.
It would take him about eight hours to unload one car and he was paid $4. He
would start as soon as school was over and work into the night using a miner’s
carbide lamp to see when it got dark. That work provided good conditioning for
the mucking jobs he found, and was glad to have, in the Depression years.
Although coal is lighter than the rock in a mineral mine, the total weight of a
railroad car of coal was equivalent to a day’s mucking. You might remember the
old Tennessee Ernie Ford song, “Sixteen Tons.”
In the 1890s, a mucker’s
daily quota was 16 mine cars of ore per shift. The small ore cars used in
hardrock mining are about the size of a bale of hay and haul 1 ton. Muckers did
more than shovel ore and waste into the car; they also sorted the valuable ore
that went to the mill from the waste that went to the tailings dump. In
addition, muckers broke up the larger rocks. Sometimes they called in a miner to
blast large rocks into smaller pieces. They hand-lifted some of the rock into
the ore cars and shoveled the rest.
The job was made easier by laying
down boilerplate sheets on the tunnel floor before blasting. That smooth surface
allowed muckers to easily roll and turn the ore cars where they were working. It
also provided surface that prevented snagging a flat-point shovel when scooping
material from the floor.
A routine mine shift began when miners drilled
holes for blasting, then set and exploded their charges. The muckers entered at
the beginning of the next shift, checked that rock above wouldn’t tumble onto
them, and started mucking. Residual fumes from the blasting made the mucker’s
life miserable. It wasn’t a job you could dedicate your life to, unless you
wanted a short life. Still, the compensation lured miners back to mucking when
pneumatic drills replaced time-honored hand drilling and replaced many
miners.
In smaller operations everyone took on all tasks. Mucking was the
least favorite, except when high-grade ore was found. A number of Aspen mines
were one-man operations even into the 1930s. Some found great satisfaction
combining the work of prospecting, mining, geologist and teamster. There was
also excitement for muckers, full or part time, when shoveling silver.
I’m sure that was much more satisfying than shoveling
snow.
Tim Willoughby’s family story parallels Aspen’s. He began
sharing folklore while a teacher for Aspen Country Day School and Colorado
Mountain College. Now a tourist in his native town, he views it with historical
perspective. He can be contacted at redmtn@schat.net.
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