The great salt mountain of Zipaquira, 31 miles north of Bogotá, has been mined for 400 years and still looks good for 1,000 more. On working days, the mine is a clangorous labyrinth where dynamite blasts are fired, power shovels snort, trucks rumble along black,*glittering galleries as high as five-story houses. This week the mine was silent as the miners observed the holidays. But on Christmas Eve, they would troop back to the hillside entrances with their families, and plod 2,600 ft. down into the mountain. There, for the first time, they were to hear Father Luis Posada, mine...
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