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Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Why Western Liberal Values Are Fundamentally Incompatible with Classical Islamic Law


The question of whether Western liberal values can coexist with classical Islamic jurisprudence is not merely a matter of cultural difference or political disagreement. It is a deeper structural issue rooted in the foundational principles that define each system. Western liberalism is built on secularism, individual autonomy, and moral relativism, while classical Islam is grounded in divine sovereignty, communal obligation, and objective moral truth. These are not superficial contrasts but opposing philosophical frameworks that shape law, morality, governance, and social life. Because each system begins from a fundamentally different source of authority, attempts to harmonize them inevitably force one to yield its core premise. This analysis concerns systems rather than individuals; it does not address Muslims as people but the doctrinal and philosophical structures that guide Western liberalism and classical Islam.

At the heart of the incompatibility lies the foundational source of authority. Western liberalism assumes that authority originates from human reason, the social contract, and democratic consent. Morality is considered negotiable, evolving, and subject to pluralism, and the state itself is secular, operating on the basis of man‑made law. Classical Islam, by contrast, holds that authority originates from God and divine revelation. Morality is objective, fixed, and not subject to democratic revision, and Shari’ah is understood as divine in origin, with human legislation occupying only a secondary role. These two foundations cannot be reconciled without one system abandoning its essential principle. If law is man‑made in one system and God‑made in another, they cannot coexist without one losing coherence.

This foundational divide extends naturally into the question of individual autonomy versus communal obligation. Western liberalism elevates the individual as the primary moral unit. Self‑expression, personal lifestyle choice, and freedom from community norms are central, and the prevailing ethos is that personal rights take precedence over tradition. Classical Islam, however, places the community (ummah) and divine command at the center of moral life. Obligations to God override personal preference, social norms are religiously anchored, and individual freedom is bounded by moral duty. A system built on individual autonomy cannot fully coexist with a system built on divinely mandated communal obligations without one compromising its essential structure.

The tension becomes even more pronounced when examining secularism and sacred law. Western liberalism treats religion as a private matter and insists that the state remain neutral toward religious belief. No religious law is permitted to govern public life, and the separation of church and state is considered foundational. Classical Islam treats religion as inherently public. Law, ethics, and governance are unified, and Shari’ah is intended to regulate society as a whole, not merely personal spirituality. A secular state cannot implement sacred law, and a sacred‑law system cannot accept secular neutrality; the two represent mutually exclusive models of governance.

Moral philosophy reveals another deep structural divide: moral relativism versus moral absolutism. Western liberalism embraces the idea that morality is subjective and that individuals should “live and let live.” Competing moral systems are expected to coexist within the same society, and moral pluralism is considered a virtue. Classical Islam maintains that morality is objective and revealed. Certain acts are categorically forbidden or required, and society has an obligation to uphold moral truth. A relativist moral framework cannot coexist with an absolutist one without generating conflict over public norms and the moral direction of society.

Freedom of expression is another area where the two systems diverge sharply. In Western liberal societies, freedom of expression is nearly unrestricted. Criticism of religion is protected, and even blasphemy is considered a legitimate exercise of personal liberty. In classical Islamic jurisprudence, blasphemy is a grave offense, insulting prophets or scripture is strictly forbidden, and speech is morally regulated. A system that protects blasphemy cannot align with a system that prohibits it; the two approaches to speech are fundamentally incompatible.

Gender and family norms further illustrate the structural divide. Western liberalism views gender roles as fluid, marriage as a personal contract, and sexual autonomy as central to individual identity. Classical Islam views gender roles as divinely structured, marriage as a religious institution, and sexual ethics as strictly defined. A system built on self‑defined gender and sexual norms cannot fully align with a system built on divinely mandated ones without undermining one or the other.

Finally, the question of pluralism versus exclusivism highlights a philosophical incompatibility. Western liberalism holds that all belief systems are equally valid in public life and that the state must treat them with equal neutrality. Classical Islam maintains that truth is singular and that Islam is the final revelation. A pluralist truth framework cannot be reconciled with an exclusivist one without one losing its philosophical foundation.

In synthesis, the incompatibility argument ultimately rests on a single core point: Western liberalism is built on human sovereignty, while classical Islam is built on divine sovereignty. Two systems cannot share sovereignty. When one system asserts that human beings are the ultimate authors of law and morality, and the other asserts that God is the ultimate author of law and morality, the resulting conflict is structural rather than incidental. This makes the incompatibility thesis one of the strongest academically defensible arguments in comparative political philosophy.

Operation Economic Outcast: Inside America’s Largest Sanctions Offensive to Isolate Iran’s Regime

August 25, 2026



Operation Economic Outcast is a broad U.S. economic pressure campaign announced by Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent on August 24, 2026. Its purpose is to sever every remaining financial and commercial lifeline supporting Iran’s regime. Bessent has described the effort as “the single greatest financial offensive ever” and even called it an “economic D‑Day.” The strategy is meant to isolate Iran from global markets, block its revenue sources, and force Tehran to choose between complete isolation or reintegration into the world economy. The campaign follows six months of U.S. and Israeli military operations and comes at a time when a naval blockade is already tightening pressure on Iran.

The plan targets nearly sixty individuals, companies, and vessels tied to illicit oil smuggling networks, nuclear and missile procurement rings, cyber groups attacking U.S. infrastructure, and Iran’s largest state bank, Bank Melli, which has been ordered to shut down all branches. For the first time, the U.S. is also sanctioning crypto facilitators, including exchanges, decentralized finance platforms, and stablecoin issuers. In addition to these direct designations, the United States is expanding secondary sanctions into five major sectors: digital assets, technology, gold, aviation, and shipping. Any entity that helps Iran operate in these areas risks facing U.S. penalties.

To enforce the campaign, the Treasury has built what it calls a “zero‑leakage” architecture and suspended general licenses that previously allowed limited Iranian transactions. The State Department is simultaneously targeting military procurement networks, cyber groups, and petroleum and petrochemical traders. Bessent has warned that no country is exempt from these measures, naming China, India, Russia, Pakistan, Qatar, and Turkey as potential pressure points. The United Arab Emirates has already suspended trade with Iran, closing off one of Tehran’s major financial backchannels.

Strategically, the United States aims to cut off the oil revenue that funds Iran’s security apparatus, disrupt illicit finance through crypto and alternative assets, and prevent Iran from reentering global markets without U.S. approval. The administration has signaled that this economic campaign will remain its primary strategy through the midterm elections, though military options have not been ruled out. In short, Operation Economic Outcast is a sweeping, multi‑sector sanctions offensive designed to economically suffocate Iran, with secondary sanctions turning it into a global enforcement tool.

An Arizona Boom Town: The Draw of Silver after The Civil War

 

Updated on October 20, 2025


John caught the writing bug in high school after a story he wrote was published. He has written for 14 years on HubPages.




Jack and Nell on their way to their new Harshaw home.

A Serial - 19th Century Arizona Journey of Hope

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Installment 2: Apache-Land-Travels-and-Surprises

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Installment 4:

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On Their Way

The sunbaked landscape of Arizona stretched out before Jack and Nell as the couple rode into the small settlement of Harshaw. Jack, his face weathered by the journey, squinted against the relentless desert sun. Nell was sitting not so straight on her horse, her Stetson shielding her fair skin from the harsh rays of the sun.

Their excitement was palpable. They had heard tales of Harshaw—a place where dreams could take root, where fortunes could be made. The promise of a new life beckoned them, and their hearts swelled with hope. Jack's calloused hands gripped the reins, guiding the horse along the dusty trail. His eyes scanned the horizon, searching for the first glimpse of their new home.

As they approached the settlement, the adobe buildings came into view — humble structures with red-tiled roofs, nestled against the backdrop of rugged mountains. Jack's chest tightened. This was it — their fresh start. The house they had purchased sight unseen awaited them — a modest abode with whitewashed walls and a terracotta tiled roof. It might not be grand, but it was theirs.


Beyond the home about a quarter mile was the bustling activity of a thriving mining community. Harshaw was named after David Tecumseh Harshaw, a cattleman-turned-prospector who first discovered silver in the area.

“Jack, it’s as charming as they said! We will find work here, won't we?”

They dismounted; legs stiff from the long ride. The air smelled of mesquite and promise.

Jack smiled, his sun-bleached mustache twitching. “I reckon so, Nell. The mines are booming, and there’s talk of a new railroad coming through. We’ll find our place.”

Whitewashed Adobe Never Looked So Good



They walked toward their new house. | Source

A Livable Place

They walked toward their new house. The wooden door stood ajar, inviting them inside. The floors were bare, but the sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the empty rooms. Nell traced her fingers along the rough-hewn walls, imagining curtains and furniture filling the space.



Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended. Colley Cibber | Source

Mining for A Good Life

Outside, Jack surveyed the land — the arid soil, the distant hills. He knew the work would be hard, the days long. But he also knew that here, in Harshaw, they had a chance. A chance to build something from nothing, to forge a life together.

The first thing he looked for were signs of silver shafts.

Evening Approaches

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desert, John and Mary sat on their porch. The stars blinked to life above them, and they whispered their dreams into the night. Harshaw, would be their new beginning, their oasis in the vastness of the Arizona wilderness.

Jack was a bit uncomfortable. He had been waiting to tell Nell of his plans. Now was the time.

"I'll be up early to head to town. It is important to make a connection. The best place for that is the saloon. I will be out at sunup."

And so, with hope in their hearts and the promise of work on the horizon, they settled into their house—their own piece of the American dream, carved out of sunbaked earth and determination.



Approaching Harshaw, Arizona from Jack's and Nell's new home. | Source

An Early Appointment

Jack was up early the next morning. He had tried to be quiet, but Nell was already rustling and anxious to start the new day cleaning a preparing their dated casita.

With a puzzled look, Nell stated, "You're up early. Clean clothes and a shave sound serious."

'You don't land a job in the mines looking like a bum. It's after you secure the job that you look like a bum,' Jack retorted. And then as if to put a fine point on it, he holstered his Colt Single Action Army revolver.

"Going to town shouldn't necessitate that!", she blasted. Nell was holding on to her Eastern upbringing where everything was more civilized.

A Disagreement

“Jack,” she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion, “why in the name of all that’s sensible do you need to be at the saloon at this ungodly hour?”

Jack shifted his weight from one foot to the other, avoiding her direct gaze. “Nell,” he began, “it’s about the job. You know how things are—opportunities don’t wait until high noon.

Nell crossed her arms, her apron strings digging into her waist. “Opportunities, you say? Jack, we’ve been scraping by, living on hope and dust. What kind of opportunity awaits you in that dimly lit saloon?”

He cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. “You see, Nell it’s not just any saloon. It’s where the miners gather—the ones who’ve struck copper veins or silver lodes. They talk business, share secrets, and make connections. If I want work, I need to be there.”

Nell’s eyes softened, but her skepticism remained. “Connections, you say? Jack, you’re not much of a drinker. What kind of connections can a sober man make in a place reeking of whiskey and desperation?”

Jack leaned against the rough-hewn wall, tracing the grain with his calloused fingers. “True, Nell. But it’s not about the drink. It’s about the conversations—the hushed exchanges over cards, the nods exchanged at the bar. Men who’ve been through hell in the mines—they know things. They know who’s hiring, who’s expanding their operations, who needs a steady hand.”

Jack kissed her on the cheek and smiled.

Walking through the doorway he could smell dust and saw some smoke from the hills. Despite the air not being pure, he was anxious to make contacts in town. Harshaw was a bustling place. He mounted his horse counting on some friendly social interaction at the local saloon. Though not unpredictable, Jack would encounter a brief surprise.

Preliminary Observations

His former race horse was walking steadily on the dirt road leading to Harshaw. Not yet to the entrance to town, heading southeast, Jack could see the outlines of townspeople.

On entering town, he rode past the general store, its sign creaking in the breeze. A few townsfolk glanced their way, curiosity etching their faces.

Most of the houses were made of sunbaked adobe brick. Some were whitewashed, others the color of mud. Hitching posts and water troughs purported a lot of horse traffic. He noted a hand-cranked water pump standing just before the saloon. His horse lowered its head and shook; this arid land encouraged animals to drink when they could.

The syncopated rhythm and cheerful melody drifting from this tavern was lively and upbeat. Jack heard a honky-tonk piano playing in the background. The sounds of happy voices and loud singing were quite audible.

Jack was thinking, "This is the place," when a large man, beard and mustache covered with dust, came stumbling out of the saloon through batwing doors. Jack immediately detected the sweet, yet sour odor of pungent alcohol. Jack quickly ruminated about his luck, "My first human encounter in Harshaw is with a drunk. That might not be a bad thing."

Confederate Vets and Union Vets Inhabited Southern Arizona

Some 200 Confederate cavalry (1862) were located in Tucson, while some Confederate militia also existed. By 1863, 2000 Union troops arrived in Arizona from California. As is the usual process, soldiers lingered and decided to stay in Arizona after the hostilities between North and South concluded.

Civil War Consequences

From the doors, Jack could see a long wooden bar. He approached the bar, a space available between two men, obviously miners. The fellow to his left gave a gradual glance at Jack. He quickly turned, standing perfectly straight and shouted pointing to Jack's holster "Yankee!!"

Immediately, Jack felt a large glass mug impact his head. Startled and momentarily wobbly as he leaned slightly forward, Jack mustered enough strength to apply a left hook to this enraged laborer. Spittle sprayed on the bar counter. As it settled Jack gave him a very firm right cross to the other jaw, followed by a quick left uppercut. The worker's head swung back along with his body, and he went down with a heavy thump. He didn't move.

Two other bar goers dragged the unfortunate fighter out of the saloon. His boots scuffed along the wooden floor sounding like a soft scuffing drag.

Jack found a nearby table and pulled up a chair. He was bent forward and moving his head side to side slowly while his hand touched his head. He was in a state of relative disbelief. Nell had more or less warned him. Unfortunately, he had fancied this would be a gentlemanly introduction to the town and a way to have a conversation with those employed in the town.

Chew Adaptations

Many saloons had gutter-like troughs at the bottom of the bar, which were often made of brass. They ran the length of the bar, and fresh water flowed through them to wash away waste, including tobacco spit, to an awaiting drain.

An Introduction

"Howdy," was what Jack heard as he stared at the shiny brass fixture below the foot rest at the bar.

"You will have to forgive Reb. When he's had his limitation of spirits, he can fly off the handle. You Yanks need to be more careful about your garb."

Dismayed, Jack replied, "What you know about it?"

"That holster says it all," came the retort from this mystery man.

Garb Can Do You In



Civil War era holster.

An Introduction

"My name is John Walther, owner of Copper Ridge Mine. You seem to be plenty strong enough to swing a miner's pick and know pugilistic skills for sure. Those are skills I am looking for. Would you be interested in hiring out to me?"

Jack quickly reflected about this. Things did happen fast in Arizona. And he wasn't daft enough to turn down a possible job.

"Yes, sir!" Jack responded smartly.

"Done. Be at the Copper Ridge tomorrow morning. Seven sharp." They shook hands.

Then there would be Nell upon his arrival at home. She always seemed to put a spin on bad news. First, she would watch him come in the door and say, "Are you hurt, what happened?" Then she would blurt, "Seems you’ve upgraded from ‘saloon socializing' to ‘mug dodging’!"

More Reading

For more stories of gold, buried treasure, silver, and other grand things of value, see, Golden Legends Tales of Buried Treasure, https://goldlegendstalesofburiedtreasure.blogspot.com/

Historical Contributions

Trimble, Marshall. (Sep 29, 2020) True West History of the American Frontier. Wyatt’s Stallion, the Apache Kid and the Code of the West - True West Magazine

Chatterton, Liz. (November 18,2010). LIfestyle Blog. A Lesson in Tavern History – the Fresh Flow Trough Spittoon (kegworks.com)\

Lyons, Chuck. (January 9, 2017). Uncategorized Historynet.The Bank Crowd and Silver Kings Made a Fortune From the Comstock (historynet.com)

Vlorel, Jim. (August 10, 2018). Paste. The 1800s: When Americans Drank Whiskey Like it was Water - Paste Magazine

Monday, August 24, 2026

Tech Stocks Slide as U.S. Sanctions, Nvidia Earnings and Inflation Concerns Weigh on Markets

August 24,2026
                                                                  


Traders worked intensely on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange in New York City on Monday as the S&P 500 and Nasdaq closed lower, weighed down by weakness in major technology stocks. Investors spent much of the day reacting to fresh U.S. economic pressure on Iran and preparing for a busy week that includes Nvidia’s earnings report and a closely watched inflation update. 

The Trump administration announced plans to expand secondary sanctions on countries doing business with Iran, describing the move as an “economic D-Day,” though no penalties were actually imposed. 

 Technology shares struggled throughout the session. Chipmakers slid sharply, pulling down the broader semiconductor index. Nvidia, Micron, and Broadcom all declined, adding pressure to the S&P 500’s technology sector. Sentiment toward tech was also hurt by growing political pushback against AI data centers.

Texas Governor Greg Abbott delivered one of the strongest warnings yet, saying data center companies had “dug their own grave” by failing to build community support. Earlier this month, he ordered a pause on approvals for new data center projects over concerns that rising electricity demand could threaten grid reliability.

Financial stocks, however, managed to rise, with JPMorgan Chase and Visa helping keep the Dow in positive territory. By the end of the day, the S&P 500 had slipped 0.28%, the Nasdaq had fallen 0.77%, and the Dow had gained 0.27%. Concerns about rising government debt continued to hang over the bond market. The 30‑year Treasury yield recently hit a 19‑year high, and although the Treasury announced support measures last week, yields remained above 5%. A CNBC report suggested Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent might use the department’s nearly $1 trillion General Account to help fund bond buybacks. Investors are now turning their attention to Federal Reserve Chair Kevin Warsh’s upcoming speech at the Jackson Hole symposium, hoping for clarity on how policymakers view the Treasury’s efforts. 

Nvidia’s quarterly results are expected to be another major market catalyst. Any sign that the company’s rapid growth is slowing could revive concerns about stretched valuations across the AI sector. As one strategist put it, Nvidia needs to deliver strong results to keep one “leg” of the market steady, while Warsh’s comments on interest rates will help stabilize the other. Traders are also watching the Personal Consumption Expenditures report, the Fed’s preferred inflation gauge, due Wednesday. A mild consumer inflation reading earlier this month reduced expectations for an immediate rate hike, though markets still anticipate one 25‑basis‑point increase by the end of 2026. In a separate development, President Trump warned that tariffs on cars, trucks, and auto parts from Canada will rise to 50% starting January 1 after trade negotiations collapsed over the weekend. Shares of Ford and General Motors fell, and trucking company J.B. Hunt dropped sharply in response.

Sunday, August 23, 2026

An Arizona Boom Town: The Draw of Silver after the Civil War - November 21, 2025


Updated on October 14, 2025


John lives in the AZ copper corridor. Mining is part of Arizona's daily life, past and present. It instills greatly a sense of pride.


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Day breaks.

Rise and Shine

Jack was still snoring

Nell could feel warmth on her right forearm. She knew immediately that the Arizona sun had risen. Breaking her drape, she clearly saw the outline of mesquite trees at the bosque winding in the distance south.

She had mixed feelings as she made her way to their small kitchen area. She thought pensively to herself, "Such a beautiful day. I hope it is for Jack as well."

Nell spied the three eggs Jack's Mexican friend had given him. Reaching for a knife she called out, "Time to get up. Jack. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey."

She mixed flour and water with drippings for a gravy and warmed up biscuits. With any luck at all, Jack would soon make the money to buy a bit of meat.

Groggily walking to their small sideboard, Jack dropped in a chair and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmmmm... That looks good," he mumbled. When he bivouacked in the Army of the Union, Jack and his messmates would sit around a kettle. Hard tack and heated salt pork was what he had to look forward to. The drippings cooking with eggs smelled so good on this morning. Here he had a breakfast served with caring hands, and what's more, he always anticipated the conversation. Nell was a good listener, and as such, Jack loved her talk. It was not because she let him babble on, but because he knew she understood his point of view.

An Ominous Interruption

Pushing his chair out from the table, Jack was about to holster his Colt when a great bang shattered the serenity.

Thwack! went a shutter. The two looked seriously mindful.

"Was just a dust devil, better lower the window," Jack retorted firmly. Then with a warm embrace the two said their goodbyes. Jack rested his cheek on Nell's and said, "Every man is a miner, one way or another.

Nell shook her head a little, "Come home safe to me."



A twister shakes the house. | Source

Riding to Work at the Mine

There was a promise in the air as Jack rode to the mine. It was about a one-half mile trek to Harshaw, and then another one mile to the mine. The morning was already warming. But with thoughts of paying work, Jack and his horse moved confidently toward town.

Soon, Jack's horse slowed a bit and then, with no warning, the horse refused to continue.

Jack rarely heard his horse snort. Stopping rigidly was truly eventful, but with a snort it made the situation alarming.

Contemplating a dismount to investigate, Jack focused his attention at the movement on the side of the road. Momentarily, he witnessed a pop and a rustle in the brush to the right. Then, a projection from the grass appeared to be a boot toe. The color was nearly identical to the brush.

With an air of concern, Jack spoke with little vocal strength, "What's the matter, boy?"

Contemplating dismounting to investigate, Jack focused his attention at the movement on the side of the road. Drooping desert thicket grass on the side of the road was suddenly moved, popping and rustling was heard. Then a projection from the grass appeared to be a boot toe? The color was nearly identical to the desert brush. After a temporary pause, Jack was stunned by a forked tongue that flicked. He knew what was on.

Slowly, a giant Gila Monster entered the road. Wit a deliberate and swaying motion it got to the middle. Turning its head toward Jack, it tarried and flicked repeatedly. After a suitable time to the lizard, it straightened its head and moved toward the other side of the road. The horse seemed to be less inflexible that before. That gave Jack a shot of trust that the worst was over.

The body of the monster was 36 inches long not including its tail. Its short little legs moved in unison, the left side dropping while the right side lifted. Once a step was taken, the same motion occurred on the right side. It therefore seemed to rock left and right as it lumbered along. Surely this was the largest Gila monster he had ever seen.

Later in the 20th century, zoologists would discover the Komodo dragon. An average adult male will weigh 174 to 201 pounds and measure 8.5 ft. Yes, Gila monsters can be large, but monsters, maybe not? "The Gila monster may measure 20 to 22 in. The tail is about 20% of the body size. Body mass can reach 1.76 lb."

- Alina Bradford

What Jack saw was an outlier. There have been unsubstantiated reports of Gila monsters twice this size.



A Gila monster poked out from the brush.

Approaching the Mine Tunnel Portal

The low hanging sun cast shadows over the adobe buildings of Harshaw. The townsfolk watched Jack and his horse walk by giving him a nod here and a hat tip there. The trail ahead wound upward with switchbacks running across the carved rock.

Starting to ascend the miner's hill, the air smelled of sage and old rain. As he climbed the dusty dirt trail, twisted juniper appeared. They were gnarled survivors of the desert, their roots gripping the dirty spaces between rocks.

Soon, Jack could see the mine portal. As he approached, he could see seven men sitting in a cue outside. The last man raised an arm to wave.

Jack could see burros tied up on the other side of the portal and rode his horse to the picket line. His horse watered and tied up; Jack moseyed over to the other men lined up in wait.

Picket Meaning Sharp Point (Hammered) Securing A Line

A picket line is a horizontal rope along which horses are tied at intervals. The rope can be on the ground, at chest height (above the knees, below the neck) or overhead. The overhead form is usually called a high line.

Day Shift

They called it the day shift, and Jack and the others were about to go in. Spout oil wick lamps, mounted on beams or on caps, and candlesticks were the lighting tools most usually used. Whale oil and kerosene were the fuels of the day for bringing light into the caverns. The candlestick's flames danced like ghosts illuminating pickaxe strikes on the walls.

The environment was new. There was some reticence in Jack's heart, but this was his chance to make a living off the desert. The mine tunnel was dark. Small sparkles emanated from the walls as light bounced off particles of silver. It was cooler in there - there was a tiny scent of smoke. Strangeness of place sent Jack back to his days on the battle front.

When he felt a bit uneasy, he would travel back in his memory to those war places that had scared him the most. He recalled the desperate feeling he had as bullets passed his head, and he heard the screams of friends. Conjuring these thoughts when he felt uncomfortable helped him relax a bit; the present seemed less intimidating.

Mind Your Light

The miner who had loaned candles to Jack was named Jeb. He was in front.

Head turned to the side, he said, "We're pretty close. Be alert. Watch your candle." Small notches were carved in the walls near operations and held the candles.

Excavation was their job at the end of the mine. From the conversation the others had, it sounded as if they were near that point. Turning a bend, the tunnel halted, and the face of a huge end wall appeared. Everyone stopped and put their belongings to the side.

Jeb stopped as if in thought, and then turned to Jack. "Mind your water. I'll tell you when to quit for Twal-hours" - (Scottish for lunch.) It was cooler in the tunnel than outside, but thirst is generated fairly soon when breaking rock.

Of course, there are belongings, and then there are belongings. The tools of the trade stayed close by. Jack had some light, along with his fellow miners, but he had no tools of his own. He was a newbie.

There was a broken-down locker against the opposite wall with a few tools. Jack raced to get a pick. He saw a sledgehammer and grabbed that too. Finding his place again, and copying Jeb, he began to beat the wall. It was slow going, but eventually large chunks of ore would fall.

Jeb hollered, "Put your bock into it and then after strike, relox your bock. You'll last longer that way."

Between the 1860’s and 1880’s many processes were tried and abandoned before some were successful. Jack and his fellows were mining at a point just prior to a breakout in a scientific approach to mining. By the early 1870's the efficacy of stamping mills to crush the burden Jack and his fellows would haul out, was proven.

In the latter half of the 19th century, furnaces were used to cook silver cake. This cake was not pure enough to make silver items from (for instance, coins) but it could be shipped elsewhere (like San Francisco) to be refined. Indeed, most of the U.S. coinage minted was from Arizona, California, and Nevada mines.


Black powder was first used to fragment rock in mining in the early 1600s1. There is a doubtful claim that it was used in mining operations in Germany in 1613 and fairly authentic evidence that it was employed in the mines of Schemnitz, Hungary (modern Banská Štiavnica, Czechoslovakia), in 1627. The term black powder was coined in the late 19th century.

A mandrill, also called a miner’s pickaxe is used in traditional mining, or old-school mining, as it is a mining method involving the use of basic manual tools, like pickaxes. This was the method of the individual miner until the early 20th century for hacking at tunnel or shaft walls to break ore loose for removal.

-In the 19th century, miners commonly referred to their tools as pickaxes or mattocks. A pickaxe typically had a pointed end for breaking up hard ground and a flat end for prying.


Echoes Reverberate in the Mine

They had been working for about an hour, and Jack could hear a loud rumbling. It was like a thunderstorm in the distance. Jeb stopped his work, which seemed unusual, and then the sound became more intense. At the point when gnashing and banging began, followed by debris and dust falling, Jeb threw his pickaxe down and screamed. "Run! Get to the portal."

The mules were braying and stomping their feet. Suddenly, a rock slab fell from the ceiling. It just missed Jeb behind the back of his head. But a piece of shoring fell and down he went.

Though the light was minimal, Jack saw Jeb lying in a heap, covered with dust. Amidst the dust and turmoil, Jack ran and hopped toward Jeb. He knelt down and gently raised the wooden shoring away. Jack put his hand behind Jeb's head and asked, " Partner, can you walk?"

Jeb seemed to be dreaming. He said, "Yes." But then he wondered out loud, "Did you order me ale?"

Jack encouraged Jeb to help get up. "Come on, Jeb. Let's get the hell out of here."

As Jeb was getting upright, Jack brought is hand down to secure Jeb's shoulder. The lifeline on Jack's hand had rivulets of bright red crimson, warm blood quickly running to the side and dripping off. The iron square head nail on the shoring had ripped Jeb's head. Jack took his shirt off and wrapped the injured miner's head.

There was dust in the tunnel, and by this time the mules and their wagons had run to the portal. Jack and Jeb, arms wrapped around each other, stepped out of the mine. The air immediately felt cleaner and was easier to breathe. A couple miners grabbed their mining friend and got him to some shade.

Jack looked up and was astonished. Standing right in front of him was John Walther, owner of Copper Ridge Mine.

Standing there with his hands in his trousers and with a gruff tone, yet a small smile, John declared, "We seem to meet at the most violent of times, don't we?"

                                                 

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The Nugget Bucket is Golden


Updated on December 29, 2022
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John has prospected for gold in Arizona 10 years. His experience taught him to deal with the terrain, heat, and gold fever. He makes tools.

The Basic Concept of the Nugget Bucket

Imagine for a moment that you are looking at your child's kiddy swimming pool. The water has a greenish tone, and there are a couple of small rocks, a few pebbles, and some sand and silt at the bottom. You wish you could save the old water for your garden.

Now, imagine having a spark of imagination cross your mind. You realize you can save the water and clean the little pool at the same time. Placing your kids' little pool inside of a somewhat larger child's pool will allow you to catch the water spilling over the edge of the smaller pool. If you turn on your hose with a high-pressure setting, the water will get agitated. Dirty water will flow out and into the bigger pool. At the same time, briefly stir the water a bit with a rake, and the silt becomes dispersed.

Pretty soon, you will see the water in the tiny pool getting clearer. The grubby water collecting in the big pool will be available to drench your plants. You will also be able to see a couple rocks, a few pebbles, and the heavier sand particles that don't dissolve into the solution. The example above is an analogy for the process of washing shovelfuls of dirt and rock and being left with the gold.

Oh, If Only for a Good Idea!

Unfortunately, I never had this idea cross my mind. It is the principle that might have made me a lot of money! I probably would still have taken a bucket and gathered the old water, pouring it on my plants. Mark Petersen was more observant and much smarter than me!

Petersen, an Oregonian, was wanting to get his kids away from the TV and phone. He knew the kids liked to polish rocks, so he thought of a way to separate and wash them for the rock tumbler. With a screen over the bucket and scoopfuls of dirt being poured on top, he instructed the kids to stream pails of water on the material. Petersen had cut a hole in the bottom of the bucket so dirty water could be discharged. He noticed how much fun the kids had and how well it worked. He knew the principle could be applied to amateur gold prospecting.

Eureka! The Nugget Bucket Was Conceptualized

The Nugget Bucket is patented and is a substitute for long sessions of traditional gold panning. If you mine for gold, you can spend backbreaking hours panning while trying to filter out dirt and get down to just black sand. At this point, you very slowly and carefully wash back and forth to reveal the color in your pan. Instead of panning material until you are left with black sand and some heavies (and low back pain), much of the panning is eliminated by the Nugget Bucket.



A cross section of the construction of the patented Nugget Bucket | Source

Could I Make One?

I envisioned the parts above and below as a way to wash more material faster than panning. The point is that the cost was minimal:

  • The funnel was one I used to change oil.
  • The electric box cost about a buck at a hardware store.
  • The bucket was free.
  • The little kids "U" shaped table or stand or chair or whatever was 2 bucks at Goodwill.
  • The screen was part of a set I bought at a gold prospecting show.
  • Use any 1/8 " mesh and make your own.
  • The container I "stole" from my wife!



My attempt: This apparatus fits inside the bucket—the blue section keeps the funnel and screen from falling through the hole in the bottom of the bucket. | Source


How my apparatus fit in the bucket: my version of a bucket classifier made from scraps | Source

What Comes in the Kit?

There are no age requirements, and the bucket contains everything you need to gold prospect.

  • Gold Prospectors Association of America (GPAA) approved
  • Contains:
  • Written instructions on use
  • Gold pan
  • Lid makes bucket seat
  • 2 screens
  • Funnel
  • Concentration bowl and base
  • Scoop
  • Tweezers, gold vial, black sand magnet, suction bottle
  • Outer bucket and water pail

At the time of this writing, the prices for the Gold Nugget Bucket were all over the place, so shop carefully.

A Great Way to Introduce Gold-Panning to Youngsters

The Nugget Bucket does not have to be perfectly level to work. The self-contained kit has drain holes that free the wash water, so it doesn't back up. This 5-gallon bucket weighing only 7 pounds is especially useful for kids. There is no searching for what you need, and it is light to carry into the wild. It's a great way to introduce gold panning to youngsters for developing the family's "fever." The Nugget Bucket is a self-contained classifier and sluice all in one.



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