A trapper boy opened and closed the big doors that kept fresh air trapped down in the mine once it was forced there. He sat in the dark unless a cart came through with a light or he could bum a candle somewhere. He went into the hole before down and came out by moonlight. Those birds he sketched on the door were the only ones he'd see on a regular basis. Look, right now this country may be having some hard times, but at least we're not sending kids down to work in a hole in the dark for ten hours a day anymore. It's a start.
1908, photographer Lewis Wickes Hine