The Homestake Horror
From lonely Homestake mountain,Around the old log cabins
Loud roared the threatening wind;
The snow in drifts was heaping,
Yet all seemed safe within.
Crash! came the thundering avalanche,
Like an angry ocean wave,
And the slumbering men were buried
Within a living grave.
Oh! who can tell the horror,
The terror or the pain,
The hopes, the fears, the struggles,
Of those imprisoned men?
For none escaped to tell the tale
Of overwhelming woe--
Of how or when they were entombed
By everlasting snow.
A town is clothed in mourning,
A funeral march is played,
Ten honest hearts, sad-fated
Beneath the sod are laid;
And heaven smiles a blessing
Upon those left behind,
Who braved the mountain's perils
Their comrades' fate to find.
--John Garvin
Written for the Leadville Herald, May 3, 1885