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
During the afternoon of the day following this incident I put the
finishing touches to the covering of the canoe, and slipping it on to
the frame, fastened the lacing by which its edges were to be drawn
together on the deck. It was not a perfect success, for although it
fitted fairly well, there were slack places in which the skin bulged
away from the frame. After it had been on an hour or so and the bark
had stretched a little, I was able to draw in the lacing somewhat; and
this, with some judicious rubbing and stroking, reduced the bulgings
appreciably, but still it did not set as smoothly as I had hoped. In
the night, however, several showers occurred, and, when I came to
examine the canoe in the morning, its skin was as tight as a drumhead,
and fitted the frame perfectly; and all that was necessary to maintain
this condition was to draw in the lacing as the skin relaxed in
drying.
I had now reached the last stage in my labours--the coating of the
bark skin with rubber to render it watertight; and if I failed in
this, then all my previous work would be wasted, for the canoe would
not float ten minutes in its present state.
It was therefore with no little concern and anxiety that I sallied
forth into the forest to collect the material for the first trial. I
made my way straight to a place where I knew the vines grew in some
abundance, and, dragging down one of the long stems, cut it through
just above the ground, and hurried back to the island. By the time I
arrived, the sap was already becoming thick and sticky, and I had to
cut a fresh surface, from which the milky juice exuded freely; and as
it oozed out, I let it drip upon the skin of the canoe, spreading it
out with a small rag of bark. From time to time as the flow diminished
I had to cut away fresh portions of the stem, until the whole was used
up, when I ran off to my collecting ground for a fresh supply. It was
a tedious and slow business, for after almost a whole day’s work, I
had covered not more than nine or ten square feet; and as I estimated
the surface of the canoe at from seventy to eighty square feet, this
was a painfully small beginning.
However, on coming out the next morning to inspect my work, I was
consoled to find that, little as there was done, that little had been
done effectually, for the part that I had smeared with the juice was
now covered with a moderately thick film of rubber--enough to render
it watertight beyond all question. The method was therefore
practicable, and the accomplishment of my object was only a question
of time, and I set about my day’s task with renewed courage and
spirit.
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