The Book of the Pearl: The history, art, science, and industry of the queen of gemsKunz, George Frederick
History
The Book of the Pearl: The history, art, science, and industry of the queen of gems
Kunz, George Frederick
Pearls
As the fishery increased rapidly in extent, the problem of securing nude
divers became a serious one, and “nigger hunting” became rather common,
the Australian black man representing the cheapest form of labor,
working for his food, tobacco, and the simplest articles of clothing.
There was no complaint that the men thus impressed were treated with
inhumanity; on the contrary they were well fed and cared for; yet, with
a view to protecting them and preventing even a suspicion of
wrong-doing, the Australian government enacted regulations restricting
pearling contracts with the natives. Nearly every year these regulations
became more stringent, affecting the hours for diving, and limiting the
work to depths of six and a half fathoms, so that the employment of
Australian aborigines in the fishery became extremely troublesome and
annoying.
The government of the Netherlands also placed severe restrictions on the
employment of natives of the Dutch Indies, requiring security of £20 per
head for the repatriation of each man; and the local chiefs or rajahs
also expected a rake-off before permitting their men to ship. These
Malays—from the islands of Solor, Allor, Adonare, etc.,—also expected
much better pay and better provisions than the Australian blacks.
The following interesting account by Henry Taunton gives a graphic
description of the fishery as carried on at that time:
The work was far from easy. It was exhausting and perilous for the
divers, and full of privation, exposure, and danger for the white
men. Only the hope of a prosperous season reconciled one to the
life. When shells were plentiful and the weather fine, the work was
exciting and interesting enough; but during rough weather, when one
had to be constantly straining at the oar to keep the dinghy from
drifting too rapidly, or when hour after hour might pass without the
men bringing up a single shell, the discouragement was great. The
rays of the vertical sun beating down on one’s shoulders at such
times seemed as if it would never reach the western horizon, which
was the signal for returning on board.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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