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- The Commute Over Ground Zero On July 16, 1817, Major Stephen H. Long of the U.S. Topographical Engineers arrived by a six-oared skiff below the Falls of St. Anthony. He was executing strict orders from a panicked War Department. Fresh off the War of 1812, federal leaders feared British fur traders were radicalizing native bands. Long was sent to map the landscape and locate a site for a permanent military garrison to secure the western frontier. Today, thousands of St. Paul commuters speed down the asphalt of Shepard Road near Randolph Avenue, completely unaware. They are driving directly over the buried, paved-over cradle of their state. This is the origin of origin stories—where an ancient sacred world collided with the cold math of progress. The Chessboard of the Frontier The year 1817 was a time of deep geopolitical panic for the young United States. Although the War of 1812 had ended two years prior, federal control over the upper Mississippi valley remained entirely on paper. British fur traders still moved freely through the dense river forests, flying British flags and maintaining tight trade alliances with the local natives. In Washington, the U.S. War Department feared these foreign agents would arm the indigenous population and challenge American sovereignty over the Northwest Territory. President James Monroe needed a definitive show of force to secure the western frontier once and for all. He ordered the newly formed U.S. Corps of Topographical Engineers to dispatch their best strategist north from St. Louis. Major Stephen H. Long was tasked with a high-stakes reconnaissance mission. He had to map every mile of the river corridor, calculate its military geometry, and find the absolute best location to build a heavy stone fortress. This base would serve as a permanent military garrison designed to project federal power, control the fur trade, and block British access to the continent's interior. Interestingly, despite the intense federal panic, American forces would never actually encounter the British in a militaristic sense on Minnesota soil. Yet, every creek, cliff, and clearing was logged in the service of imperial expansion, creating a permanent military grip on the valley. Two Ways of Seeing Major Long’s skiff glided past the deep river confluences, moving through a landscape that already carried a profound human history. To the Mdewakanton Dakota, this specific stretch of the river gorge was the literal center of the universe. They called the sacred meeting place of the Mississippi and Minnesota rivers Bdóte (“bah-DOH-tay”)—the precise location where human life first emerged on earth. The towering white sandstone bluffs and spring-fed streams were not wild resources to be conquered. They were living, venerable components of an ancestral homeland known as Mni Sóta Maḳoce ("mnih SOH-tah mah-KOH-chay”), requiring deep reverence and careful tribal stewardship. Long’s military eyes, however, were completely blind to this sacred geography. Where local bands saw spiritual anchors and seasonal camps near the village of Kaposia, the American engineer saw only abstract geometry and raw utility. He viewed the landscape as a blank slate of grid lines, river miles, and tactical crossfires. His mission was to reduce this complex, living territory into cold military data points for a government ledger. As the skiff pushed north, Long spotted a distinct environmental anomaly breaking through the riverbank. A narrow, spring-fed creek washed out from a deep, hidden ravine, cutting straight through the massive stone bluffs. He ordered his crew to turn the boat hard toward the shore. The rowers pulled against the current, grounding the heavy wooden craft onto the muddy banks. Long stepped out into the dense brush, pulling his compass and inkwell from his leather pack. He was ready to map a space that had never known a surveyor's line. The Cavern and the Void Major Long and his crew marched on foot up the narrow ravine, tracking the cold creek inland for one hundred yards. The crew stood inside a towering, forty-foot amphitheater formed of sugar-white sandstone. High-pitched cries echoed above them as flocks of swallows darted out from porous niches in the brilliant white cliffs. Ahead, the blinding stone face split open at the base of the valley floor, revealing a dark, gaping portal. The soldiers lit their tallow candles and stepped across the threshold. The sweltering July heat vanished instantly, replaced by a damp, heavy chill that seeped from the deep bedrock. Long led the men down a winding sandstone hall that stretched one hundred and fifty feet into the earth. The ceiling pressed lower until the path narrowed into a tight bottleneck. The men dropped to their hands and knees, pushing their heavy gear through the tight slot. They emerged into a beautiful circular room spanning fifty feet in diameter. An active aquifer stream cut across the floor, discharging ice-cold water from a deep fissure. The men stepped into the flood, shivering as the freezing current rose quickly to their knees. Long raised his ledger to map the dimensions, but the ancient earth suddenly resisted the imperial lens. Without warning, a quiet wave of stagnant, low-oxygen air rolled over the party. Every single tallow candle flame went out at the exact same instant. The transition was absolute, encasing the crew in a crushing, blind void of darkness. Groping blindly along the wet, friable sandstone walls, the men had to execute a desperate reverse survival navigation. They crept slowly through the freezing channel, feeling for the bottleneck until they finally broke out into the saving light of the ravine. The Fractured Boundary Major Long survived the dark and officially named the natural feature Fountain Cave. This act of renaming began a swift process of cultural and physical erasure. In 1820, Colonel Henry Leavenworth negotiated a treaty with local Dakota bands, and Fountain Cave was used as one of the boundary markers for the original Fort Snelling military reservation. This legal line sliced the landscape apart, weaponizing the natural landmark to separate federal territory from sovereign Dakota land. The physical landscape soon bore the scars of this geopolitical shift. On July 5, 1831, Joseph R. Brown and others brought a cannon down from Fort Snelling and discharged it from within the mouth of Fountain Cave. The concussive blast fractured the fragile sandstone vault, nearly collapsing the entry archway and physically damaging a site that had stood silent for centuries. Subsequent government explorers like Henry Schoolcraft would publicly mistake this cavern for the historic Carver's Cave. Major Long’s July 1817 logs firmly isolated this specific sandstone labyrinth, cataloging it under the permanent designation of Fountain Cave. The lawless ravine at Fountain Cave served as the initial, volatile crucible where frontiersmen and bootleggers first gathered outside federal military law. By 1838, the sacred geography was utterly obscured. The harsh smell of cheap corn whiskey and woodsmoke rose from the illegal tavern shacks staked by Pierre "Pig's Eye" Parrant near the cave mouth, turning a venerable Dakota resource into a volatile frontier borderland. The Paved-Over Cradle The fort built from Long’s report cast a long, devastating shadow. Below its stone walls, during the brutal winter of 1862, the U.S. military held more than sixteen hundred Dakota non-combatants in an internment camp, and many individuals died from disease and exposure. By 1960, the final stage of progress arrived. Civil engineers brought heavy machinery, filled the cave ravine with dirt, and paved the lanes of Shepard Road directly over the site. Today, modern commuters rush past with zero reverence, completely blind to the buried cradle of history resting silently beneath the asphalt.