To mix things up, this article will be in verse. Having the ability to publish your own bad poetry is one of the big advantages of self publishing.
In nineteen-oh-nine when the winds blew colder,
Nine-hundred and twenty feet long,
Rail-men cool like steel stood atop ore docks bolder,
No room to get their job wrong.
Three-hundred tons in a hundred-fifty holes,
A train, a worker, a labor,
To load the brave lakers as fast as they go,
A captain, a deckhand, a sailor.
As hollow today as in sixty-nine,
Two Harbors remembers its veteran,
Outgrown by its length in its time,
Still close to her lovers, her men.
By taconite shores and breakwaters strong,
One more lover offers his song.
History, in Brief
Dock 6 went into service in 1909 for the Duluth & Iron Range Railroad (also see my article on their roundhouse). It stood 43 feet high, though it would soon be raised to 74 feet, and 920 feet long, short of a dock of this type. It could not be made longer because of the size of the harbor at the time. However, though it was short, it was the first all-steel ore dock and boasted a capacity of 44,000 tons.
It remained in service through the 1969 season.