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
Meanwhile the Hottentots kept up their reputation for laziness and
deceit; our gang was never full--except of honey beer--which they
made from a big haul of wild honey that they had made in the rocks
just before our arrival, and on which they got gloriously drunk every
day. They plundered our stores in our absence from the camp, and we
were obliged to take turn about in remaining there; kind treatment
was taken advantage of, and when we simply _had_ to sjambok them they
ran away. Moreover, those who did work clamoured for fresh meat, and
this we could not obtain except from their drunken old headman, Klaas
Fredericks, who asked prices out of all reason. Once or twice after
a big drink these thieving, poaching scoundrels came to the camp
in the evening and demanded tobacco, etc., and became threatening
when we refused, but the sight of a couple of rifles always stopped
them. Still, there was very little chance of doing much under such
conditions, and so exasperated did we become that we should have
welcomed an open outbreak by the brutes, which would have given us an
opportunity for a lesson in the shape of a few bullets. Our nearest
policeman was at least five days away--and we had no horses. To add
to our annoyance, the river rose again with startling rapidity, until
it threatened to burst through an old channel behind our tent and
completely maroon us. That this had happened before was amply evident,
as many of the larger thorn-trees showed traces of having been more
than once almost completely under water.
[Illustration: PACKING THE CART FOR THE JOURNEY.]
[Illustration: DUMPED WITH MY BELONGINGS IN THE DESERT WHILST THE OXEN
WERE DRIVEN ON TO SAVE THEM FROM DYING OF THIRST.]
Moreover, the intense heat, hard work, and hard living had told on
both of us, and on more than one occasion we were down with fever at
the same time; and we were deaf and nearly blind with quinine and
mosquitoes.
Still, we did not like to strike camp, but one day, after both of
us had been queer with fever, it occurred to us that we should be
in a very bad plight indeed if we got too ill to get about, for the
Hottentots would be more likely to rob us than help us! We therefore
attempted to make a raft, so that if need be we could get across the
river to the Germans, from whence at intervals there was communication
with the outside world.
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