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 slowness of the process I managed to remedy materially during the
first day’s work by rigging up a light scaffolding over the canoe,
from which I could suspend three or four vine-stems at once; and as
they dripped much faster when hanging vertically, I could cover the
surface with comparative rapidity. The vines, too, turned out to be
even more plentiful than I had supposed, so that the work of coating
the canoe progressed briskly.
Meanwhile, the evenings’ labours were being carried forward with such
good-will that the last of the fittings was well advanced. This was
the sail, and a terrible business the cutting out and stitching it had
been, for I had had to make it of odd pieces of bark left from the
covering of the canoe, and my needles penetrated the tough material
with difficulty even when I had made myself a sailmaker’s palm with a
plate of bone for a thimble. Still, in spite of all difficulties, the
sail had been put together, and now only required to be roped round
with a cord of plaited bark fibre to be complete. It is true it was
clumsy and ill-shaped, but it was strong and rather large for the size
of the canoe--having an area of over thirty square feet--for I
reckoned that the great weight of ballast would enable me to carry a
good spread of sail.
At length, after six days of unintermitting labour, the coating of the
canoe was complete. From stem to stern, from deck to floor, she was
covered with a continuous sheet of rubber, smeary and uneven, but
unquestionably watertight. Even this, however, I did not intend to
take for granted, but proposed on the morrow to ladle some water into
her with my brass pan--for I finished the coating just as the light
was failing--a proceeding that was rendered unnecessary by a heavy
shower in the night. It had been my custom to cover the vessel, when I
was not at work, with some thatched frames or hurdles that I had made
for the purpose to protect her from the increasingly frequent rain;
but this being now no longer necessary, I left her uncovered, with the
tilt or apron off the well, and when I came to look at her in the
morning she contained two or three inches of water. By hoisting her
with levers, and rolling her from side to side, I made this water wash
all over the inside, but not a drop came through anywhere. She was as
tight as a drum, so I rolled her over, and let the water run out.
I now entered upon the last task of all--the fixing of the outside
keel and the fitting of the rudder; and this would be but a short
day’s work, since these parts were finished, even to the tree-nails,
and ready for fitting.
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