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
He was gone two days, and came back with the horses absolutely
exhausted. The pit was there, but it was bone dry, there was not a drop
of water between the Molopo and the pan, and although there was an
abundance of grass, the horses had suffered badly: for it too was dry.
Of the various succulent sorrels and other juicy plants and grasses
that spring up immediately after rain there was not a vestige, nor of
t’samma.
This was bad news, and we now for the first time realised what the
failure to obtain camels would mean to us.
Our specially made water-tanks would be almost useless, and our idea of
pack-oxen as bad, for obviously they could not carry water for their
own consumption, and could therefore only work within a very limited
radius of the water base. We were two months too early, the reports as
to t’samma in abundance that we had received before leaving Cape Town
were without foundation; and as we could not afford to wait, there was
nothing else for it but to attempt to arrange a water depot as far in
as practicable, and do our exploring on foot.
Rauchtenbach strongly advised us not to make for Aar Pan, but to camp
at a spot about eighteen hours’ trek due east of his farm, from which
spot we should be within a reasonable distance of the better-known
pans, and which would be the farthest distance to which he would be
able to convey water for our actual need.
As Old Gert knew this spot and approved of the plan, this was agreed
to, and we trekked up to the water-pits at the northern part of the
farm, from which we should in future draw our supplies. For days past
the clouds had hung heavily to the eastward, and it appeared to be
raining in that direction, though so far no drop had fallen near us
during the whole journey; but as we now trekked towards the well, a
violent sand-storm came up behind us, and within a few minutes of
its overtaking us we could scarcely see a yard. We were sitting in
the after-part of the waggon, talking to Du Toit, who was holding on
behind, when suddenly he gave a yell and began dancing and kicking
frantically.
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