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
That night I made an interesting discovery. I had dined sumptuously
off a lump of grilled venison, and was clearing up the debris, when I
bethought me of the fruit with which my pockets still bulged, and
endeavoured to pull out the bunch. But it would not come out. A
quantity of the milky sap had exuded and, solidifying, had cemented
the branch so firmly to the inside of the pocket that I had to turn
the latter inside out and cut the stalk free; and when I came to
examine the cut surface of the cement I found, to my joy, that it was
rubber. My hunting expedition had been a fortunate one indeed, for
here was an ideal material with which to make my canoe watertight.
During the following week I worked steadily at the canoe, cutting and
shaping the sticks for the frame, and lashing them together by the
daylight, and reserving for the evening such tasks as could be done by
the light of the fire. These included the making of a few simple
tools; for instance, finding that lashings alone would hardly make the
frame sufficiently rigid, I determined to fasten the larger timbers
together with wooden pegs or “treenails” in addition, and to this end
I took my smaller knife out of its handle and sharpened its tang to
make a boring tool. Then the treenails themselves had to be cut and
shaped, and a mallet made to drive them in with, and in addition, the
sticks for the ensuing day’s work had to have their bark peeled off,
which bark I tore into narrow strips and twisted into cord for
lashings. Finally, I had to make a measuring rule, which I did by
marking my own height upon a long rod, adding two inches to make it
six feet, and then dividing it up into equal parts with the aid of a
piece of cord. So that my evenings were as busy as my days, and I
usually turned in early, thoroughly tired.
My well-stocked larder relieved me of any immediate anxiety on the
score of food--for the meat became admirably dried and cured in the
smoky fire-hut; but I made few demands on my store, since, in the
course of some experiments upon the rubber vines, I produced an
elastic cord with which I was able to make an excellent catapult, a
weapon with which I had been very skilful as a boy; and as pebbles
were plentiful in the river bed, I was able to supply most of my wants
by this means.
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