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From the town we walked to one of the neighbouring camps where my
companion had acquaintances. These camps offer a much pleasanter life
than that in the towns. Each forms in itself a small settlement of
large canvas tents fitted up by the residents, who have a common mess
and every opportunity of leading a sociable life. At the camp which we
visited we found several of the men disporting themselves in hammocks
in an arbour made of {311} closely plaited branches of trees, which
kept off the heat of the sun and admitted a cool current of air. In
the course of conversation it was arranged that we should visit several
of the mines on the following day.
In the morning we visited a mine upon which little had, so far, been
done. We were placed at the top of the shaft in a small cage, by which
we were let down to a depth of a hundred feet. Then we were led along
a labyrinth of passages from which my companions gathered the direction
and extent of the reef, and we were shown various points at which the
gold, which was of a coarse character, could clearly be seen in the
stone. In the afternoon we visited another mine which was of more
interest to me. A shaft had been sunk to a depth of two hundred feet,
at which level water had been struck, and the miners were busily at
work. Again we were let down in a cage, and wandered through seemingly
endless passages, which reminded me, in my ignorance, of parts of the
catacombs at Rome, as nothing appeared to the unsophisticated eye but
the bare rock. The gold was very fine, and only visible to us when the
foreman struck off a flake and pointed it out to us glistening in
minute particles in the quartz. He told me that ordinary miners earned
L3 10s. a week, those working in the water at the low level L4, but
that they could not live on less than L2, and, even so, only in the
roughest way. The life is, however, not an unhealthy one, {312} as the
mines are, to judge from those that I visited, well ventilated. The
mine and other surrounding properties have created a thriving
settlement; well-built offices have been erected, hundreds of men are
employed, and the ear is continually greeted by the din of machinery.
In the evening we returned to Kalgoorlie and heard, near our hotel, a
service held by the Salvation Army in the centre of the street. A
large group of loungers stood around, moved neither to ribaldry nor
attention, but apparently listening in complete indifference to the
passionate pleadings of the preachers. Some yards away a mining agent
was doing a brisk business in shares.
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