The glamour of prospecting : $b wanderings of a South African prospector in search of copper, gold, emeralds, and diamondsCornell, Fred C. (Frederick Carruthers)
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The glamour of prospecting : $b wanderings of a South African prospector in search of copper, gold, emeralds, and diamonds
Cornell, Fred C. (Frederick Carruthers)
Mines and mineral resources -- South Africa; Prospecting; South Africa -- Description and travel
For a howling sand-storm battered and choked and half blinded us by
the river, and when, our work finished there, we struck across to the
coast late at night, we were enveloped in a dense sea-fog that drenched
us to the skin. It was intensely cold, too, and when we off-saddled
and tried to sleep we were soon half frozen. Then the sam-pans tackled
us, and I got up with both eyes swollen so that I could not see out of
them, and in a state of intolerable irritation. The sand was very heavy
going, and for two days we rode along the coast against a wind that
the ponies could hardly stand up against, the sand blowing into us at
such a rate that I felt grateful to the sam-pans for bunging my eyes
up. Nothing but monotonous scrub and sand the whole way made the ride
seem interminable, but at length the wind bore the tolling of a bell
to us--the bell-buoy of Port Nolloth--and soon after we rode into that
fag-end of creation itself.
We were in rags, and so frayed and blistered by exposure that we were
not recognised by people who knew us well in the little dorp.
CHAPTER XI
SECOND TRIP TO RICHTERSFELDT--SMASH-UP IN HELL’S KLOOF--CHRISTMAS
AT KUBOOS--TESTING THE “BANKET”--A NEAR THING IN THE RAPIDS--AFTER
A LEOPARD--NEW TRAILS--HOTTENTOT SUPERSTITION--STEWED FLAMINGO AND
OTHER WEIRD DISHES--END OF THE TRIP.
A month later I was again back in Port Nolloth, accompanied by Ransson
and L. Poulley, a Rhodesian to whose imagination the huge beds of
conglomerate we had seen appealed very strongly. We came prepared to
test them thoroughly, and, if possible, to explore the Tatas Berg and
the eastern portion of the district.
The wiseacres of Port Nolloth shook their heads sagely and prophesied
all sorts of dangers and difficulties.
“Prospect the Richtersfeldt in December! Madness ... no water ... heat
like H---- with the lid off,” etc. etc.
But, as events proved, our troubles came from neither of these sources,
for though the heat really merited the description given it, we were
all used to it, and though we suffered a bit from thirst at times, we
had rather too much water before the trip was over.
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