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
Dainty little _slots_ of steinbok and duiker, quaint little hand-like
paw-marks of the porcupine, dog-like pads of the jackal; here a wide
swath of country trampled and torn up by the sturdy hooves of a vast
troop of trotting gemsbok, proud monarch of these desert wastes--there
the fast trail of a pack of the ferocious wild hunting-dog, most
dangerous and destructive of pests. Huge spoors of the ostrich, like
a grotesque, deformed human foot, and showing by its gigantic strides
where the big bird had flown like the wind before us; tiny, dainty
pads of wild-cat and genet, larger ones of the _rooi kat_ or lynx,
and, too frequently to be pleasant, the big spoors of the treacherous
sand-leopard, which, when wounded, is more to be feared than the lion.
The queer-looking footprints of the _tijger woolf_ (spotted hyena),
with two huge paws and two quite small ones, were often to be seen
covering these spoors of the leopard, showing where the hulking,
cowardly beast had followed the bolder animal, content to eat his
leavings when he had killed and eaten his fill. And prominent among
all these signs of the dune-dwellers were the huge claw-marks of the
giant _gom paauw_, a magnificent game bird of the bustard family,
which attains a weight of 50 lb. or more, and which, superb in spread
of wing, could be seen getting up from the crest of the dunes well in
advance of the waggon. With the exception of these fine and wary birds,
and of the noisy korhaan, whose harsh, warning cackle sounded from all
quarters, no game whatever could be seen, for the yells of our drivers,
the cracking of whips, and the creaking of the waggon gave plenty of
warning of our approach.
Moreover, here, deep in the dunes, our scope of vision was extremely
limited. In the hollows between them nothing could be seen except the
crest of the sand-wave we had passed or were climbing, and the long
narrow _straat_ on either hand, whilst from the crest itself vision was
bounded by the nearest dune a few feet higher than its neighbours, and
rarely could a view be obtained of anything more than a few hundred
yards ahead. Occasionally we climbed one of the most prominent dunes,
and could see an apparently limitless expanse of wave after wave of
dunes, covered with grey-green grass and scrub, monotonous in form
and colour, and with no single distinctive feature, as far as the eye
could see. No landmarks, no paths, each dune the counterpart of its
neighbour, nothing to guide us, nothing to rely upon but the sense of
direction, this waterless wilderness made it easy to understand the
tales of men who had wandered in a circle for days searching vainly for
t’samma or water or a way back, and dying within a mile or so of safety.
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