National Geographic : 1952 Mar
JU1 Blood-sucking Lampreys, Hanging On Like Leeches, Kill Trout by the Million Sea lampreys, using man's canals to get past Niagara Falls, have invaded the Great Lakes and adapted themselves to fresh water. Nothing now seems to stop them but weirs and electric fences built across spawning streams (page 295). Hammond Bay Fishery Laboratory pens these eellike killers with rainbow trout for scientific study. Clinging with suction-cup mouths, the hitchhikers pierce scales and skin with razor teeth. Thousands of years before white men came, some unknown people worked Keweenaw's copper lodes. Speculation about their iden tity has ranged from aboriginal Indians to the Vikings and back even to the Aztecs and Phoenicians! Copper output on the range reached its peak in 1916 and 1917. Later, unsettled con ditions and richer discoveries elsewhere cut back operations. To a Miner, a Strike Is a Strike North on U. S. 41 from the twin cities of Hancock and Houghton, the road curved past mine-shaft headworks, suggesting grain ele vators with bustles. At Calumet, W. I. Sincock, director of in dustrial relations of Calumet and Hecla Con solidated Copper Company, told me that during boom days at the turn of the century Calumet and Hecla stock sold for $1,000 a share! Mr. Sincock had a story for me about a Finnish miner's visit to Detroit in the days just after the crippling miners' strike of 1913. This uncitified fellow went to his first baseball game. Confused by the goings-on, he heard "Strike one" and "Strike two" called against "tat fellow wit clubee." The batter missed for the third time. Then, as the miner related it: "Tat fellow wit mat tress on pellee and bird cage over head holler, 'Strike tree! You're oudt!' Dat's funny ting. In de Gopper Gountry where I gome from, one strike and everybody out!" * The coast of Keweenaw Peninsula is north country landscape at its best. Between Eagle River and Copper Harbor the road spanned a pleasure land of blue waters, capes of twisted rock, white sand crescents, and fra grant evergreen woods (pages 314 and 316). East of Eagle Harbor, spectacular Brock way Mountain Drive climbed hill crests bright with wild flowers. From Brockway Moun tain I counted 17 Lakes freighters laying smoke plumes as they plowed the immensity of Lake Superior. Heading back toward lower Michigan, I drove southeast to Manistique. * Richard M. Dorson has collected and published a number of these dialect stories in the Journal of American Folklore, April-June, 1948.