Several concrete buildings remain. Walls
and roofs are cracking and collapsing.
A thick iron cable and wooden rail ties remain on the ground near the
mine entrance. The cable goes from the mine entrance to the
two-story building. Topographic maps show a cable previously went down
the mountain to the prison below.
![Foundations and Small Buildings Foundations and Small Buildings](images/1379x.jpg)
Walt Whitman
(1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
35. In Paths Untrodden
IN paths untrodden,
In the growth by margins of pond-waters,
Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,
From all the standards hitherto publish’d—from the
pleasures, profits, eruditions, conformities,
Which too long I was offering to feed my soul;
Clear to me, now, standards not yet publish’d—clear
to me that my Soul,
![Brushy Mountain Valley View Brushy Mountain Valley View](images/2459x.jpg)
That the Soul of the man I speak for, feeds, rejoices most in comrades;
Here, by myself, away from the clank of the world,
Tallying and talk’d to here by tongues aromatic,
No longer abash’d—for in this secluded spot I can
respond as I would not dare elsewhere,
Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains all
the rest,
Resolv’d to sing no songs to-day but those of manly
attachment,
![2 Story Building 2 Story Building](images/2460x.jpg)
Projecting them along that substantial life,
Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love,
Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my forty-first year,
I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men,
To tell the secret of my nights and days,
To celebrate the need of comrades.
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166. O Me! O Life!
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities
fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and
who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects
mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds
I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me
intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O
me, O life?
![Foundation, Trees and Creek Foundation, Trees and Creek](images/2465x.jpg)
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Thanks to Dr. E for the last four photos above.
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