Classic American
Ghost Stories
Edited by Deborah L. DownerThe Mamie R., the
WPA researchers found, had a bad reputation in
1894. Three men had died there. A new cable had
broken, and the falling bucket smashed a mucker
"into an unrecognizable mass." Later a
miner was killed in an unexplained blast.
Third, a
man named Garson, who ran the mine boarding
house, fell ill of mountain fever. He died nine
days later. On Nov. 15, 1894, E.D. Blake was
appointed boarding house boss in his place.
Thanksgiving
night, Blake, Fatty Root, a foreman, and two
other men were working. They were all on top.
Suddenly
the signal bell rang three times, then one. This
was the signal for "Man aboard, hoist
away."
The
hoist man started to bucket upward but before it
reached the top of the workings the bell rang one
time, indicating "Stop." The it rang
twice, the signal for "Lower away."
Then came a bewildering mixture of signals.
Blake
and Root hauled the bucket up, went down and went
all through the workings. They saw no one. On
their return to the top the engineer there said
no one had come out, either.
A few
nights later a miner was working at the 375-foot
level. He came up to report that he believed a
man had been killed in his drift.
He had,
he said, placed a round of shots and someone had
passed him, walking into the charges. He yelled
"fire!" But the man had paid no
attention.
As soon
as the smoke cleared a party went down. They
reported they saw a man with blood streaming from
several gashes on his head. One of his arms was
blown off and he carried it on the other
shoulder, like a rifle.
They
spoke and got no reply, so one of the party
grabbed at the figure. His hand went through it.
The shift boss poked a drill at the thing bur it
encountered nothing.
The
specter went to the bucket and rode up. When the
rescue party got their courage back they signaled
for the bucket and went up themselves. The
engineer denied that the bucket had ever been
hauled up.
On
Christmas Eve (and maybe after a little holiday
cheer) Root, Blake, and two others again were on
top, talking. The bell sounded.
"Who's
down there?" Root asked.
"Not
anybody!" the engineer said. But he started
the hoist anyhow. The bucket reached the surface.
The WPA
report quotes Blake:
"All
three of us started back and the blood curdled in
our veins...I hope to be spared ever seeing such
a sigh again.
"Garson
got out of the bucket first, Garson, with his
yellow, pinched face and staring eyes, just as he
looked the night I saw him die of mountain fever.
"Then
came the one-armed man, with the blood spattered
over his features, and the shattered stump of an
arm.
"Between
them they lifted out the body of a poor fellow
lashed to a plank and laid it on the platform.
"Then
the one-armed man reached down in the bucket and
brought out his arm. As re rose from the stooping
posture he looked toward us, the most ghastly
object I ever beheld, his face all cuts, his
clothing torn to shreds.
"He
laid the arm on top of the body that was lashed
to the plank, and the two raised the whole
horrible thing to their shoulders and walked out
into the night.
"For
a minute no one spoke, and then we all rushed to
the door, and as true as I live, we saw the two
dead men, ghosts or whatever they were, walk over
the edge of the dump and disappear in the
darkness."
The next
day, Christmas Day, Fatty Root took the bucket
dumper's place and was working away along toward
midnight.
"They
had just hoisted a dozen buckets of water and the
13th was coming to the top, when the winding
spool slipped out of the frame and the cable came
off in the coils.
"One
of the loops caught Fatty around the neck,
cutting his head off as clean as if it had been
done with a knife.
"About
a month later the mine closed down with the
operating company losing much money."
There's
a catch, of course. The State Bureau of Mines
says it has no listing of a Mamie R. mine in the
Cripple Creek district. However, the bureau
records start with 1895, and this story is dated
1894. You draw your own conclusions. Me, I can
just see that eerie trio disappearing over the
edge of the mine dump.
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