South Africa -- Description and travel; South Africa -- History -- 1836-1909; South Africa -- History -- To 1836
Their mode of woolwashing was quite new to me. The wool, which seemed to
have been shorn in a very rough manner,--cut off in locks after a
fashion which would have broken the heart of an Australian Squatter,
wool chopped as you would chop a salad,--was first put into a square
caldron of boiling, or nearly boiling water. Then it was drawn out in
buckets, and brought to troughs made in a running stream, in which the
dirt was trodden out of it by coloured men. These were Hottentots, and
Negroes,--the children of the old slaves,--and one or two Kafirs from
the East. The wool is then squeezed and laid out on drying grounds to
dry. The most interesting part of the affair was the fact that these
coloured men were earning 4s. 6d. a day wages each. Some distance
further on the next day we came on two white men,--navvies,--who were
making a dam and were earning only 1s. 7d. a day, and their diet. That
might together be worth 2s. 6d. They explained to us that they had found
it very hard to get any job, and had taken this almost in despair. But
they wouldn’t have trod the wool along with the black men, even for 4s.
6d.
Just as the night was set in we started at a gallop with our tired
horses. I know so well the way in which a poor weary brute may be
spirited up for five minutes; not, alas, without the lash. A spur to a
tired horse is like brandy to a worn-out man. It will add no strength,
but it will enable the sufferer to collect together and to use quickly
what little remains. We had fifteen miles to do, and wearily, with sad
efforts, we did twelve of them. Then we reached a little town, Blanco,
and were alive with hopes of a relay. But everybody in Blanco was in
bed, and there was nothing for us but to walk, the driver promising that
if we would allow the poor animals twenty minutes to look about them,
they would be able to crawl on with the cart and our portmanteaus. And
so we walked on to George, and found our dinner of mutton chops ready
for us at eleven o’clock. A telegram had been sent on so that a vehicle
might be prepared for us before daybreak on the morrow.
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