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claimed that general destruction was too extensive.

    "’I stuck as long as I could,’ he said, ‘until I was eating cooked water cress, chipmunk soup and sagebrush tea. I starved out and had a light stroke which put me on my back for a whole year. Parties are using my story to promote their deal, only made

richer every time -- even (adding) blind fish and real live spooks.’

     “The cavern story attracted those hardy adventurers known as ‘speleologists,’ or ‘spelunkers,’ who dote on jawbreaker terms and go underground because it’s there. Call them ‘cavers,’ for short. They will climb into a cave at the drop of a rack. If they can't hear it bounce or splash, they’re in business. To offer a challenge a cave should be at least on the scale of Tour Sawyer's or perhaps Grand Canyon with a roof. A group of these fans for inner space came to Kokoweef mountain. Their story is told by Dr. William R. Halliday, prominent in the National Speleological Society.

     “With permission, a horde of cavers and company swarmed in during the autumn of 1948. Various cave structures and cracks had long beer known. The Kin Sabe, partly opened by oldtimer Pete Ressler, was blocked with debris as Dorr had said. The party settled on Crystal Cave by way of entrance through a door kept locked by the mining company. A descent led to a chamber with the expected flowstone -– and Dorr's name, which had been smoked on the wall with his carbide lamp.

    “Descending again they came to another room, also with Dorr's name in soot. This was the trail’s end so they didn’t have much fun. But in an alcove was a line of what looked suspiciously like the residue left by the burning of a fuse. The flowstone there was shattered. The caver’s were giver to wonderment as to why Dorr would set a charge there unless to protect something important below. I'm bound to say that I join in that thought.