We would put in a charge of powder, insert half a yard of fuse, pour in sand and gravel and ram it down, then light the fuse and run.

When the explosion came and the rocks and smoke shot into the air, we would go back and find about a bushel of that hard, rebellious quartz jolted out.

Nothing more.

One week of this satisfied me.

I resigned.
Clagget and Oliphant followed.