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Radioactive Montana Gas the Mother of all Cure Alls

Reference #: 600
Submit Date: 13 May 2004
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Treatment used: uranium radioactive gas
You can buy this remedy at: Basin, Montana
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Country of Remedy: USA
Remedy Source: January 2004 National Geographic Magazine
More Links about this Remedy: http://www.vanderbilt.edu/radsafe/0312/msg00352.html
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Remedy Description

source: National Geographic Jan 2004

By Kira Salak Photographs by Landon Nordeman




"...Folks come from all over to sit in a Montana mine

and inhale radioactive gas. Is it good for what ails them? Get a taste of

what awaits you in print from this compelling excerpt.

People come to Basin looking for miracles: cures for rheumatoid arthritis,

multiple sclerosis, depression, cataracts. From the

highway, though, the tiny Montana town doesn't seem to offer much. There's

just one exit, and a single long look reveals all

there is to the place: a collection of weathered houses and old miners'

cabins huddling close to the interstate, caught between

the high peaks of the Elkhorn range. Basin looks like a place left behind

on a whim. Were it not for its radon "health mines,"

Basin, population 250, would probably vanish back into the mountains as

quickly as it came, left only in the memories of the

boomers, or prospectors, who first called this place home. Miners founded

Basin in 1880, when it was nothing more than a

collection of brothels, tents, and saloons in a Montana that hadn't even

graduated to statehood. Law and ord! er! depended

less on rules than on the strength of a man's fist. "They were a tough

bunch of people, and they all liked to fight," says

68-year-old "Hap" Bullock. "There were cowboys on one side and miners on

the other." Hap claims Basin roots that go back

three generations. He settles himself in his chair in the Silver Saddle Bar

and examines me with the patient stare of a man who's

seen more than his share of newcomers. "Did you like to fight?" I ask him.

He gives me a slow grin and winks. "A little," he

says. "We were looking to make a fortune. What you did is, you hollowed out

a mountain and walked through it. I shipped

35,000 tons (32,000 metric tons) of gold, silver, and other metals from my

mines." You can still see evidence of Basin's

late-19th-century mining heyday. Hike up in the hills and you practically

stumble on tunnels abandoned during the gold fever

search for big-ger and better. Graves of Chinese laborers lie in unmarked !

mo! unds along Basin Creek. Ghost towns stare

down on Basin from the high hills. Why did the town survive? Local legend

explains it this way: Someone once put up a small

sign along the highway that said, "Basin—Heaven." If you saw the sign,

you'd end up in Basin for life. "Every time someone

crazy comes to live here," one resident says, "we say, 'Oh, they must have

seen the sign.' " I look for the sign along the highway

but only see ones advertising the Merry Widow and Earth Angel Health Mines,

two of the world's handful of radon mines.

Believers claim that ten days in the mines, breathing in radioactive gas

and drinking radioactive water, will cure a whole host of

ailments. The owner of Earth Angel, "Wild Bill" Remior, a disabled WWII

veteran, goes into the mine every day with his dog,

Mr. Stup. "Now I seen a dog go in that mine that couldn't hardly walk," he

says, "and by about the second day he was chasin'

rabbits. That was my rabbits that he was chasing.! " ! He's referring to

his more than 120 pet rabbits that live on the

mountainside around the mine. When he leaves his trailer, they flock around

him like he's a latter-day St. Francis. "Lady, I seen

miracles go through this mine here," he says, pointing to the 600-foot-long

(200-meter-long) tunnel that cuts through the granite

bowels of the mountain. "But what does it? I don't know. Now, I cannot see

the radon in there, and I cannot smell it, and

neither can I see the good Lord nor smell him neither, but there's

something in there that does ya good.

This remedy can also be used for:

rheumatoid arthritis, multiple sclerosis, depression, cataracts.