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All day long, and far into the small hours of the
dawn, the blue-coated diggers toil unceasingly. As the
pit deepens, masses of white limestone, cleared of all
surrounding earth, stand out like jaggecL- islands. On
the floor of the pit, rails are laid for the trucks which
are to carry away the earth, and near the diggers these
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rails ray out like fans from a turn-table. Thus each
digger has a truck under his elbow. From the pit to
the washing engines on the hill a brace of endless
wires moves on pulleys. The trucks are hitched on to
these, and move as the wires move. But at a little
distance the wires are invisible, and then the trucks
moving slowly in a perpetual double procession, as they
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