Vanning

Vanning is a type of ore dressing by which ores are washed on a shovel. Typically, a powdered sample of orestuff is swirled with water on the blade of a shovel and then given a series of upward flicking motions. The heavier ore is tossed up through the water and appears as a crescent shaped patch at the top of the charge with the lighter gangue below. Developed in western England, this process was still in use at a major tin mine until 1985.

Frue Vanner

In the 19th century the process was automated and used for the separation of ore on an industrial scale. The Frue Vanner was one such machine that was widely adopted. It was invented in 1874, by W. B Frue, Superintendent of the Silver Islet Mine, Ontario, Canada, who spent two years developing the system.

In the Frue Vanner a continuous rubber belt 4 feet wide and 27½ feet long passed over rollers to form the surface of an inclined plane on which the orestuff was concentrated. The belt travelled up hill at from 3 to 12 feet per minute while being laterally shaken about 180 to 200 times. The inclination of the belt was from 4 to 12 in. per 12 feet. The belt received crushed orestuff from the stamps via a distributor about 4 feet from its upper end. As it travelled upwards, it met with small jets of water which gradually washed the gangue off the bottom of the belt. As the belt travelled over the top roller with the heavier ore adhering to it, it passed into a box containing water where the ore was deposited. From 3 to 6 gallons per minute of water was required. One machine could treat 6 tons per 24 hours of stuff passing a 40 mesh screen, or 2 Vanners to 5 stamps. The Embrey Concentrator and the Triumph Concentrator were similar to the Frue Vanner except that the shaking was longitudinal instead of lateral.

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by: KJ-52

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I was still half asleep and sleepy eyed, still yawnin'
I checked my voice mail to see who'd been callin'
I turned on my computer
Check my email logged on it
Junk mail, junk mail dog-gone-it
Everybody just tryin to sell me they product
But there was one email that just caught my optic
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She said " Dear KJ you don't know who I am,
You probably don't care cause im just another fan.
I doubt you ever read this, now but if ya can
Sometimes I slash my wrists and even cut my hands
And I feel all alone like nobody understands
And I'm gonna end it tonight I got the whole thing planned
Pop pills, leave a note on my night stand
Signed sincerely, Your Number 1 fan
[Chorus:]
Can someone now please help me
Will someone now just please help me
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[Verse 2:]
My heart is poundin as I start to type back
Why do you feel this way do you mind if I ask?
Whats the source and the cause of the pain that you have
How did you get this way, is it something from the past
God cares about you, I hope you understand that
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Let me explain why noone could ever like me
It all started when my father used to strike me
Raped and confused every since 1990
He's gone now but I can't put it all behind me
I tried to run away but my pain would always find me
Is God really the one who can help me (yes He is)
Signed tonight your Number 1 Fan
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Dear number one fan I gotta lot to tell you
But with the email there is only so much I can help you
See I know a Father who could never ever fail you
He'll give you a love when nobody ever cared to
I know you might feel like everybody hates you
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Tell me what you think of what I sent you
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[Chorus]
[Verse 4:]
Yo, I'd be pretending if I said this story had a happy endin
But after that night I never heard from her again
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Did she do it, take her life, or wind up dead en
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