The dirty workday draws to a close. Down the dank pit of an anthracite-coal shaft, weary miners pack their tools and straggle into empty coal carts to be hauled up to the surface and into the grimy dusk. But a few remain behind. Sticks of dynamite are pulled from a lunch pail, coat pockets and caches in the mine. Hands work nervously at wiring the dynamite sticks into a bomb, concealing it under a crucial buttress, lighting the fuse. Beneath the coal dust, the men's faces are businesslike, dispassionate. They walk together, away from...
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