The Underground World: A mirror of life below the surfaceKnox, Thomas Wallace
History
The Underground World: A mirror of life below the surface
Knox, Thomas Wallace
Caves; Mines and mineral resources; Social history -- 19th century; Tunnels
On some of the plains, the oxen suffer for want of grass and water,
and the cruel beatings they receive from the hands of their Hottentot
drivers are exceedingly disagreeable to sensitive travelers. The
Hottentots carry a whip of Rhinoceros hide, known by the name of
“shambok.” It is quite analagous to the “courbash” of the Egyptians.
It resembles a small, long, flexible cane, and is capable of drawing
blood at every stroke when handled by an artist. From twenty-five to
forty days are consumed in the journey with ox wagons, and when the
traveler reaches his destination, he feels very much as though he had
been run through a cotton-picker.
[Sidenote: DU TOIT’S PAN.]
The diamond fields are first reached at Du Toit’s Pan, and the
traveler suddenly finds himself in the midst of great activity. The
ground is cut and seamed in all directions, and the pits whence the
diamonds are taken, are, in many instances, two hundred feet deep. The
mode of working in these mines is somewhat different from that of gold
mining. In the first place, the white miners are not strictly miners
at all, as they universally employ the natives to do the work, and
their own occupation is simply that of overseer. The natives work for
a sum equal to about five dollars a week and their board. They are of
four different nations, and a miner thus describes them:
[Sidenote: THE NATIVE MINERS.]
“The handsomest and most trustworthy race are the Zulu Caffres of
Natal and Caffraria. The next are the Basutos. Third are the thievish
and drunken Hottentots, and fourth, the Koraunas, small, ugly, and
contemptible beings, despised by all the rest, and of no use to the
diggers, owing to their unconquerable laziness. I always admired a
Zulu. There was one living near our tent, a model for a sculptor.
He would sometimes cross my path, with his long steady strides, his
blanket hanging around him in graceful folds like the toga of a Roman
senator. One hand grasped the robe, and allowed freedom of motion,
while the other would be crossed on his breast. In his woolly locks,
braided and arranged neatly on his head, would appear feathers of
different wild birds, while underneath his massive brow shone a pair
of eyes—coal-black eyes—with such long lashes that they reminded me
of eyes in eastern pictures. A man with such orbs as his could speak
were he deaf and dumb. An aquiline nose, with inflated nostrils,
overshadowed a delicately curved mouth, full of firmness and pride.
Below was the massive chin of statesmen and conquerors. In fact, he
was a model man in ebony.”
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