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Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.

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An experimental shaft dug in the 1950s and its Hoist House.
Somewhere, Bruce Springsteen is playing while an exceedingly furry man tunes his Ford truck in the driveway of a house he built with his bare hands. This is for that person.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt--a ghost, out of time and place.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies.  Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
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    Minnesota Power's Taconite Harbor power station, as seen through the ship loading control room windows.

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    The town of Elcor, near the Elba and Corsica Mines. Courtesy Iron Range History Center.

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    It was a hospital, not an insane asylum, they insisted. Starting in 1885, this Westborough mental institution was both and housed thousands at a time.