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
These sea-fogs are a feature of the South-West African coasts, and on
the British (Namaqualand) coast they are beneficial, as they distribute
a certain amount of moisture to the scanty vegetation of the coastal
belt; but at Luderitzbucht there is no vegetation for the fog to
moisten.
For, north, south, and east of it there is nothing but sand and barren
rocks, and this description applies to practically the whole of the
coast belt for hundreds of miles in either direction.
Luderitzbucht, at the time of which I write, was little more than a
forlorn collection of corrugated iron huts clustering around one or two
of the more important buildings, dignified by the names of “hotel,”
store, and Customs House. The streets were ankle deep in sand, and the
first thing that struck me was the enormous number of empty bottles
that lay piled and scattered about in all directions--principally
beer bottles, of course, but also thousands of mineral-water bottles,
for water was at that time extremely scarce. The very little obtained
locally was of poor quality, had a vile alkaline taste, and often
alarming medicinal effects upon the new-comer; moreover, it had never
been sufficient even for the scanty population existing here before
the discovery of diamonds. A large condensing plant had supplied the
deficiency in an intermittent manner, for it frequently broke down or
got out of order, and it was the usual thing in the early days to have
cargoes of water brought by steamer from Cape Town.
With the discovery of diamonds came the influx of “all sorts and
conditions of men” usual to “rushes” all over the world, and water
rose to famine prices. Washing in sea-water, when tried by a few
over-particular new-chums, was followed by extremely painful results,
for the brine aggravated a hundredfold the painful sun-blisters
inevitable in a country where the blazing rays of a sub-tropical
sun beat back with redoubled fierceness from the glaring, scorching,
all-pervading sand. A helmet, whilst absolutely essential, is after all
but little protection from a glare that comes from the sand all around
one as from a huge mirror. We soon found that, if this glare was to be
borne at all, it was by using spectacles of smoked glass, and these,
fitted with wire gauze side-protectors, are also essential in the
blinding sand-storms that form a frequent variation of Luderitzbucht
weather conditions.
We found the place so crowded that it was almost impossible to obtain
even the roughest accommodation; the hotels were full, the stores were
full, every shanty dignified by the name of a dwelling was crammed, men
“pigging it” four and six in tiny rooms meant for a single occupant,
and food, and above all water, at famine prices.
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