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Historical Clippings Book (HC-11) (314 pages)
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TALNeS =~ Witter In The Snow
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EUREKA SOUTH 1854
(Graniteville)
By Hollis Bentley
The whole thing culminated at
the Eureka Hotel. The board building itself seemed to heave and
shift with the weight of moving
men and their anger. The anger
and its promise of violence were
in the air. Anger was a common
thing to each man---they all felt
it, but instead of uniting them it
divided them man from man,
until each man stood sightless and
without reason, not even prepared
for the fight they were all driving
for.
The Irish clan in Eureka South
was incensed over accusations of
claim jumping laid by an English
partnership. But the original
claims were forgotten as the
neighboring miners and residents
took sides developing an English: Irish feudinthe deepest of winter
months of 1854. Eureka South,
high in the spruce forest and isolated by snow, was threatening
totear itself apart as its residents
converged onthe street and in the
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PAST AND PRESENT---Eureka mixes time into a Fureka Hotel---totearitself apart
on behalf of nations left continconfusion of old buildings where young pines ents behind.
break through the board walk and modern resiGlory Witter made her way
_dents with tended gardens meet the tourist with Patiently through the crowd to3 PO ward an intersecting street that
an historian's treasure of old tales. would lead her home, She part
~ ta “WB pas
carried and part dragged a great
laundry sack through the snow.
She could hear her shoes squish
with each step when the icy water
was forced out by her weight. Her
hands clutching the sack were raw
andredbuttoocoldtobleed. She
smelled of sweat and babies and
other people's dirty laundry and
strong soap. But her body was
GLISTENING, its ragged pattern bright through
the dark woods, an old barn feels the pressure
of time and change.
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