The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mineFreeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
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The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mine
Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
British -- Africa -- Fiction; Mines and mineral resources -- Fiction
The faggots were still alight, and the embers in the pan still glowing
when I reached my new abode, and I at once proceeded to build up my
fire after the fashion that I had learned from the Hausas. The art of
making and maintaining a fire with green wood is a very simple one,
but requires to be practised with method. The important thing is to
place the faggots like the spokes of a wheel with the burning ends at
the centre. Thus each faggot becomes dried by the heat, and the fire
slowly spreads outwards, becoming more and more dull as the burning
ends become more widely separated; but built in this way it will burn
without attention for an incredible time, and when almost extinct, it
can be revived in a moment by simply pushing the faggots forward until
their ends meet in the central heap of embers and hot ashes.
I tipped out my pan of charcoal on to the hearth, and arranged the
faggots in the way I have described, and soon had the satisfaction of
seeing a well established fire in my new camp. It took me two more
journeys to transport the poles and thatch of the hut, and as I came
away with the last load, I looked round sadly at the little grassy
oasis in the forest. It was now to be left desolate and deserted. A
large white patch of ashes and poor Aminé’s primitive mausoleum alone
remained as memorials of the dreadful tragedy that it had witnessed.
The remainder of the day was spent in fishing, collecting firewood,
and re-erecting the hut, which I did not build in its original beehive
form, but in a conical shape like that of a bell tent. I constructed
it without a centre post because, as my stay on the island might be a
prolonged one, I intended to build a larger house for permanent use,
and this conical hut would then serve to make the fire in, so that it
might not be extinguished by a night’s heavy rain.
Through the long evening as I sat by the fire I considered and
re-considered my wild scheme of carrying away the treasure, and as I
turned it over, its difficulties--so insuperable at first sight--began
to melt away, while its attractions grew upon me, and, when I at last
banked up the fire and turned in, I had made up my mind not to abandon
the plan until I had tried it and found it impossible to carry out.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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