Mining Operations at Mount Mica & Orchard Pit Mines, Oxford County, Maine.
Coromoto Minerals Mining
Operations at Mount Mica,
Our approach in shooting these holes was to work a single row at a time. The pattern had been drilled in a 3 tall by 4 wide grid. The plan was to load and shoot (2) holes at a time. Either the middle and upper hole or the middle and lower hole based on the mineralization. .We'd leave the hole we thought to be in the pocket zone for last. In this way we hoped the blast from the first (2) holes might peel the rock in such a way as to expose a pocket in the remaining rock. The trick is to avoid casting the pocket into the muck pile. We were very lucky with our first shot as shooting the upper and middle holes revealed a 'peep hole' into a pocket. This pocket was not a total surprise. In the image above the lower left most hole has stained the face with rusty water. The percentages were decidedly in our favor. Once we had hand chiseled the opening a little wider , we could see a pile of jumbled feldspar crystals. More chiseling by hand and with our pneumatic chipping hammer opened the pocket, MMP1-08, still further. Using a garden hose fueled with near freezing water to wash away pocket 'mud', a fossilized tourmaline began to emerge. Fortunately for the income side of the Coromoto Minerals accounts ledger this one was gemmy and blue i.e. 'revenue rock'. Blue, especially aqua blue, is one of the most desirable colors for tourmaline. The pocket contained a few smaller pieces but these were by far the best.
Pocket 1 was found on January 8th. On the 11th, upon shooting (2) more holes in the next row and the remaining hole in the first row, exposed a pocket in the back wall. This pocket was perhaps an extension of pocket 1. Again, using the garden hose, we teased a large crystals, broken into many pieces, from the pocket debris. Frequently the cause for these fractured crystals are laid at the feet of the blasters. Though on occasion, and those are quite rare, blasting may damage a crystal, the blasters ,with justification, can plead innocence. Further, I don't believe the phenomenon referred to as 'pocket rupture' is the motive force in this destruction. Frequently a badly fractured tourmaline will be lying adjacent to a large and pristine quartz crystal. Quartz is notoriously easy to 'ding'. The cause(s) is, in my opinion, to found within the crystal itself. Most of these breaks lie on color boundaries. Perhaps differential growth rates or differing coefficients of expansion may be the cause.
So far each of these pockets seemed to house just one large crystal. This is in contrast to many other tourmaline pockets at Mount Mica. Generally there is an abundance of small crystals as well. Pocket (3), the next one we opened, was to be the exception. It was completely barren. By this point we had worked 3 of the 4 rows that we had drilled along this latest advance. It was now mid January and winter was making its presence felt. Cold weather adds an extra dimension to the continuing parade of problems that mining presents. Broken air lines, leaky water hoses electrical issues and so on are typical under any conditions. With cold weather add in frozen pumps ,compressors that wont start ,slippery surfaces, frozen locks and painful body parts. The list seems endless. My estimation is that if June can be defined as 100% efficient, January scores only 65%. With this drop in efficiency so does 'tonnage'. The pace of discovery is directly proportional to tonnage.
We still had one row of holes left and the lowest hole from row 3. When these were done so would our mining season. I just couldn't coax Richard to endure the cold weather much longer. This row was just to the left of the pocket found in December so we were hopeful. We loaded and shot the remaining hole of row 3 and the (2) upper holes of row 4. After the dust and fumes has cleared we returned to see what the Rock Gods may have granted us...or not. It was immediately clear that the pocket from December did indeed extend back into the face. (The December pocket is visible to the right in the image above and barren pocket MMP3-08 is near the center of the image.) First we tried to hand chisel and then switched our pneumatic chisel an effort gain access to what we hoped was a space. After a couple of hours of effort it was evident we would need the assistance of chemical energy. With some trepidation we loaded the remaining hole in row 4. We were gambling the hole was sufficiently to the left of any space that the mini blast we planned with just kick out some of the bottom. The results were pretty much as we had hoped. The blast broke the lower part of face and sheared some of the hard feldspar from the side of the now confirmed pocket. Only it's contents was the issue. Simply touching the feldspar caused it to crumble. This time we had done a good job on the approach. Though it was late in the afternoon we decided to pause so that Mary could suit up and join us in the actual opening of the space. We had no clue as to what we would find.
Once Mary arrived only a few probes at the crumbly feldspar followed by a couple of squirts from the garden hose made clear this space had something. We could soon see what appeared to be a large tourmaline resting in the soft cookeite sand of the pocket and covered by collapsed pieces from the pocket roof. We dared not hope that this crystal would be intact. We fully expected that the concealed part would be scores of broken pieces. Carefully, piece by piece, we removed the debris from around this rusty black tourmaline. As we did so, the sides continued to lengthen. Finally we could stand the suspense no longer. I grabbed the protruding end and extracted the tourmaline from where it had laid quietly for the last 300 million years. Upon seeing the crystal , pocket rapture took hold as we stared in amazement at the crystal. The 'black' tourmaline was in fact an complete elbaite crystal with a perfectly formed termination. Though we had found small crystals this well formed, nothing we had heretofore found approached the proportions of this one.Estimates of its value spiraled uncontrolled. We each took turns holding the piece and examining it from all angles with the light from our cap lamps. We still could not believe the prism was intact. Under the yellow incandescence of our cap lamps and the crystal's light coating of rust, it appeared to be green. Later under daylight illumination and with the rust removed , the crystal was decidedly not green.
Why did this crystal escape the destruction that was the lot of almost every other tourmaline we had found so far? My best guess is the near monochromatic makeup was the reason. In fact the crystal was found in two parts. The upper blue part had parted from the lower deep blue-black section right at the color change boundary. This crystal seems to have been a schorl that had grown into the pocket but had not undergone the multitude of color transitions of other tourmalines. In the pocket wall image above the root of this crystal can be seen as crumbly black schorl near the center of the image.
Frank Perham, the 'god father' of Maine gem mining and a dear and respected friend of the mine, has uncanny ability to appear nearly at the very moment of each pocket discovery. For some reason he had gone MIA on this one. Still in the full glow of the discovery of this treasure, I called Frank and asked if I could bring it by his home to show it to him. When I got to his house it was a bright January afternoon. After a few microseconds of friendly chat, he asked to see the find. Handing him the crystal, he held it up to the daylight and in true Maine Yankee fashion allowed 'yes, that it was indeed a respectable specimen of tourmaline and just perhaps might rank amongst one of the finest in Mount Mica's history'. 'However', he went on to add, ' one might wish it to be a little more gemmy and perhaps.. more translucent... and...perhaps'. Relieving him of this imperfect load, a thought flashed from some dark supressed corner of my mind. What better final chapter to Frank's passion for finding tourmaline crystals could be conceived then be to bludgeoned to death with a giant tourmaline crystal :-). Frank, the quest for perfection continues...