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
Daybreak saw me hard at work on my new residence, a building of much
more ambitious and extensive design; for in a tropical country with
nearly twelve hours of darkness out of the twenty-four, life would be
intolerable with no better shelter than the tiny conical hut afforded,
and I could not at present judge how long my labours might detain me
on the island. A reasonable amount of comfort and convenience was
indispensable, and with this view I decided to build the new house in
the square Ashanti style--a much more commodious form than the conical
or beehive shape. As to the dimensions, the floor space was to be,
roughly, ten feet by eight, the height to the ridge of the roof six
feet six inches, and the height to the eaves three feet. This was a
very different affair from the little temporary huts that I had
hitherto made. The mere cutting of the poles and the creepers for
lashings was a work of some hours, and I had not completely finished
setting up the framework when the light failed, and the long evening’s
idleness commenced.
While I had been at work I had left my baited lines pegged down near a
spot which I had ground-baited with the offal from my meals, visiting
them from time to time, and so had a fair supply of fish for my
supper; but this diet was both scanty and monotonous, and I felt that
some better arrangements would have to be made in regard to board as
well as lodging.
When I came to survey the result of my day’s work on the following
morning, before recommencing my labours, I was not a little pleased to
see how much was done. The frame was nearly complete, and looked like
a huge wicker bird-cage, but it stood firm, and was stiff and strong,
and the interior seemed very large and roomy. Half an hour’s work
sufficed to finish the framework, and then came the tedious task of
clothing the skeleton. I did not propose to use thatch, for grass was
scarce in the forest; but leaves were abundant enough, and it seemed
to me would answer the purpose better. I had noticed, in particular, a
creeper that shrouded almost every tree trunk, and bore stout, glossy
leaves nearly a foot long. These--of which I could gather as many as I
wanted--would be almost as good as shingles for the roof, while the
flexible stems could be split to furnish lashings. I accordingly
collected a quantity of this creeper, and fastened the broad leaves in
overlapping rows on to the roof and gables; but although I worked
steadily from daybreak to sunset, with but short intervals of fishing
and firewood cutting, when the darkness closed in I had only the roof
and gables finished. However, as the night looked threatening, and I
was uneasy about the fire, I moved into the unfinished house, and
transferred the blazing faggots to the interior of the conical hut;
and it was well that I did so, for that night the rain fell for a
short time in such torrents that, had the fire been exposed, it must
have inevitably been put out.
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