In a shaft1 on the Gravel2 Pits, a man had been buried alive. At work in a deep wet hole, he had recklessly omitted to slab3 the walls of a drive; uprights and tailors yielded under the lateral4 pressure, and the rotten earth collapsed5, bringing down the roof in its train. The digger fell forward on his face, his ribs6 jammed across his pick, his arms pinned to his sides, nose and mouth pressed into the sticky mud as into a mask; and over his defenceless body, with a roar that burst his ear-drums, broke stupendous masses of earth.
His mates at the windlass went staggering back from the belch7 of violently discharged air: it tore the wind-sail to strips, sent stones and gravel flying, loosened planks8 and props10. Their shouts drawing no response, the younger and nimbler of the two — he was a mere11 boy, for all his amazing growth of beard — put his foot in the bucket and went down on the rope, kicking off the sides of the shaft with his free foot. A group of diggers, gathering12 round the pit-head, waited for the tug13 at the rope. It was quick in coming; and the lad was hauled to the surface. No hope: both drives had fallen in; the bottom of the shaft was blocked. The crowd melted with a “Poor Bill — God rest his soul!” or with a silent shrug14. Such accidents were not infrequent; each man might thank his stars it was not he who lay cooling down below. And so, since no more washdirt would be raised from this hole, the party that worked it made off for the nearest grog-shop, to wet their throats to the memory of the dead, and to discuss future plans.
All but one: a lean and haggard-looking man of some five and forty, who was known to his comrades as Long Jim. On hearing his mate’s report he had sunk heavily down on a log, and there he sat, a pannikin of raw spirit in his hand, the tears coursing ruts down cheeks scabby with yellow mud, his eyes glassy as marbles with those that had still to fall.
He wept, not for the dead man, but for himself. This accident was the last link in a chain of ill-luck that had been forging ever since he first followed the diggings. He only needed to put his hand to a thing, and luck deserted15 it. In all the sinkings he had been connected with, he had not once caught his pick in a nugget or got the run of the gutter16; the “bottoms” had always proved barren, drives been exhausted17 without his raising the colour. At the present claim he and his mates had toiled18 for months, overcoming one difficulty after another. The slabbing, for instance, had cost them infinite trouble; it was roughly done, too, and, even after the pins were in, great flakes19 of earth would come tumbling down from between the joints20, on one occasion nearly knocking silly the man who was below. Then, before they had slabbed a depth of three times nine, they had got into water, and in this they worked for the next sixty feet. They were barely rid of it, when the two adjoining claims were abandoned, and in came the flood again — this time they had to fly for their lives before it, so rapid was its rise. Not the strongest man could stand in this ice-cold water for more than three days on end — the bark slabs21 stank22 in it, too, like the skins in a tanner’s yard — and they had been forced to quit work till it subsided23. He and another man had gone to the hills, to hew24 trees for more slabs; the rest to the grog-shop. From there, when it was feasible to make a fresh start, they had to be dragged, some blind drunk, the rest blind stupid from their booze. That had been the hardest job of any: keeping the party together. They had only been eight in all — a hand-to-mouth number for a deep wet hole. Then, one had died of dysentery, contracted from working constantly in water up to his middle; another had been nabbed in a manhunt and clapped into the “logs.” And finally, but a day or two back, the three men who completed the nightshift had deserted for a new “rush” to the Avoca. Now, his pal25 had gone, too. There was nothing left for him, Long Jim, to do, but to take his dish and turn fossicker; or even to aim no higher than washing over the tailings rejected by the fossicker.
At the thought his tears flowed anew. He cursed the day on which he had first set foot on Ballarat.
“It’s ‘ell for white men —‘ell, that’s what it is!”
“‘Ere, ‘ave another drink, matey, and fergit yer bloody26 troubles.”
His re-filled pannikin drained, he grew warmer round the heart; and sang the praises of his former life. He had been a lamplighter in the old country, and for many years had known no more arduous27 task than that of tramping round certain streets three times daily, ladder on shoulder, bitch at heel, to attend the little flames that helped to dispel28 the London dark. And he might have jogged on at this up to three score years and ten, had he never lent an ear to the tales that were being told of a wonderful country, where, for the mere act of stooping, and with your naked hand, you could pick up a fortune from the ground. Might the rogues29 who had spread these lies be damned to all eternity30! Then, he had swallowed them only too willingly; and, leaving the old woman wringing31 her hands, had taken every farthing of his savings32 and set sail for Australia. That was close on three years ago. For all he knew, his wife might be dead and buried by this time; or sitting in the almshouse. She could not write, and only in the early days had an occasional newspaper reached him, on which, alongside the Queen’s head, she had put the mark they had agreed on, to show that she was still alive. He would probably never see her again, but would end his days where he was. Well, they wouldn’t be many; this was not a place that made old bones. And, as he sat, worked on by grief and liquor, he was seized by a desperate homesickness for the old country. Why had he ever been fool enough to leave it? He shut his eyes, and all the well-known sights and sounds of the familiar streets came back to him. He saw himself on his rounds of a winter’s afternoon, when each lamp had a halo in the foggy air; heard the pit-pat of his four-footer behind him, the bump of the ladder against the prong of the lamp-post. His friend the policeman’s glazed33 stovepipe shone out at the corner; from the distance came the tinkle34 of the muffin-man’s bell, the cries of the buy-a-brooms. He remembered the glowing charcoal35 in the stoves of the chestnut36 and potato sellers; the appetising smell of the cooked-fish shops; the fragrant37 steam of the hot, dark coffee at the twopenny stall, when he had turned shivering out of bed; he sighed for the lights and jollity of the “Hare and Hounds” on a Saturday night. He would never see anything of the kind again. No; here, under bare blue skies, out of which the sun frizzled you alive; here, where it couldn’t rain without at once being a flood; where the very winds blew contrarily, hot from the north and bitter-chill from the south; where, no matter how great the heat by day, the night would as likely as not be nipping cold: here he was doomed38 to end his life, and to end it, for all the yellow sunshine, more hopelessly knotted and gnarled with rheumatism39 than if, dawn after dawn, he had gone out in a cutting north-easter, or groped his way through the grey fog-mists sent up by grey Thames.
Thus he sat and brooded, all the hatred40 of the unwilling41 exile for the land that gives him house-room burning in his breast.
Who the man was, who now lay deep in a grave that fitted him as a glove fits the hand, careless of the pass to which he had brought his mate; who this really was, Long Jim knew no more than the rest. Young Bill had never spoken out. They had chummed together on the seventy-odd-mile tramp from Melbourne; had boiled a common billy and slept side by side in rain-soaked blankets, under the scanty42 hair of a she-oak. That was in the days of the first great stampede to the goldfields, when the embryo43 seaports44 were as empty as though they were plague-ridden, and every man who had the use of his legs was on the wide bush-track, bound for the north. It was better to be two than one in this medley45 of bullock-teams, lorries, carts and pack-horses, of dog-teams, wheelbarrows and swagmen, where the air rang with oaths, shouts and hammering hoofs46, with whip-cracking and bullock-prodding; in this hurly-burly of thieves, bushrangers and foreigners, of drunken convicts and deserting sailors, of slit-eyed Chinese and apt-handed Lascars, of expirees and ticket-of-leave men, of Jews, Turks and other infidels. Long Jim, himself stunned48 by it all: by the pother of landing and of finding a roof to cover him; by the ruinous price of bare necessaries; by the length of this unheard-of walk that lay before his town-bred feet: Long Jim had gladly accepted the young man’s company on the road. Originally, for no more than this; at heart he distrusted Young Bill, because of his fine-gentleman airs, and intended shaking the lad off as soon as they reached the diggings. There, a man must, for safety’s sake, be alone, when he stooped to pick up his fortune. But at first sight of the strange, wild scene that met his eyes he hastily changed his mind. And so the two of them had stuck together; and he had never had cause to regret it. For all his lily-white hands and finical speech Young Bill had worked like a nigger, standing49 by his mate through the latter’s disasters; had worked till the ladyish hands were horny with warts50 and corns, and this, though he was doubled up with dysentery in the hot season, and racked by winter cramps51. But the life had proved too hard for him, all the same. During the previous summer he had begun to drink — steadily52, with the dogged persistence53 that was in him — and since then his work had gone downhill. His sudden death had only been a hastening-on of the inevitable54. Staggering home to the tent after nightfall he would have been sure, sooner or later, to fall into a dry shicer and break his neck, or into a wet one and be drowned.
On the surface of the Gravel Pit his fate was already forgotten. The rude activity of a gold-diggings in full swing had closed over the incident, swallowed it up.
Under a sky so pure and luminous55 that it seemed like a thinly drawn56 veil of blueness, which ought to have been transparent57, stretched what, from a short way off, resembled a desert of pale clay. No patch of green offered rest to the eye; not a tree, hardly a stunted58 bush had been left standing, either on the bottom of the vast shallow basin itself, or on the several hillocks that dotted it and formed its sides. Even the most prominent of these, the Black Hill, which jutted59 out on the Flat like a gigantic tumulus, had been stripped of its dense60 timber, feverishly61 disembowelled, and was now become a bald protuberance strewn with gravel and clay. The whole scene had that strange, repellent ugliness that goes with breaking up and throwing into disorder62 what has been sanctified as final, and belongs, in particular, to the wanton disturbing of earth’s gracious, green-spread crust. In the pre-golden era this wide valley, lying open to sun and wind, had been a lovely grassland63, ringed by a circlet of wooded hills; beyond these, by a belt of virgin64 forest. A limpid65 river and more than one creek66 had meandered67 across its face; water was to be found there even in the driest summer. She-oaks and peppermint68 had given shade to the flocks of the early settlers; wattles had bloomed their brief delirious69 yellow passion against the grey-green foliage70 of the gums. Now, all that was left of the original “pleasant resting-place” and its pristine71 beauty were the ancient volcanic72 cones73 of Warrenheip and Buninyong. These, too far off to supply wood for firing or slabbing, still stood green and timbered, and looked down upon the havoc74 that had been made of the fair, pastoral lands.
Seen nearer at hand, the dun-coloured desert resolved itself into uncountable pimpling clay and mud-heaps, of divers75 shade and varying sizes: some consisted of but a few bucketfuls of mullock, others were taller than the tallest man. There were also hundreds of rain-soaked, mud-bespattered tents, sheds and awnings77; wind-sails, which fell, funnel-like, from a kind of gallows78 into the shafts79 they ventilated; flags fluttering on high posts in front of stores. The many human figures that went to and fro were hardly to be distinguished80 from the ground they trod. They were coated with earth, clay-clad in ochre and gamboge. Their faces were daubed with clauber; it matted great beards, and entangled81 the coarse hairs on chests and brawny82 arms. Where, here and there, a blue jumper had kept a tinge83 of blueness, it was so besmeared with yellow that it might have been expected to turn green. The gauze neck-veils that hung from the brims of wide-awakes or cabbage-trees were become stiff little lattices of caked clay.
There was water everywhere. From the spurs and gullies round about, the autumn rains had poured freely down on the Flat; river and creeks84 had been over their banks; and such narrow ground-space as remained between the thick-sown tents, the myriads85 of holes that abutted86 one on another, jealous of every inch of space, had become a trough of mud. Water meandered over this mud, or carved its soft way in channels; it lay about in puddles87, thick and dark as coffee-grounds; it filled abandoned shallow holes to the brim.
From this scene rose a blurred88 hum of sound; rose and as it were remained stationary89 above it — like a smoke-cloud, which no wind comes to drive away. Gradually, though, the ear made out, in the conglomerate90 of noise, a host of separate noises infinitely91 multiplied: the sharp tick-tick of surface-picks, the dull thud of shovels92, their muffled94 echoes from the depths below. There was also the continuous squeak95 and groan96 of windlasses; the bump of the mullock emptied from the bucket; the trundle of wheelbarrows, pushed along a plank9 from the shaft’s mouth to the nearest pool; the dump of the dart97 on the heap for washing. Along the banks of a creek, hundreds of cradles rattled98 and grated; the noise of the spades, chopping the gravel into the puddling-tubs or the Long Toms, was like the scrunch99 of shingle100 under waves. The fierce yelping101 of the dogs chained to the flag-posts of stores, mongrels which yapped at friend and foe102 alike, supplied a note of earsplitting discord103.
But except for this it was a wholly mechanical din47. Human brains directed operations, human hands carried them out, but the sound of the human voice was, for the most part, lacking. The diggers were a sombre, preoccupied104 race, little given to lip-work. Even the “shepherds,” who, in waiting to see if their neighbours struck the lead, beguiled105 the time with euchre and “lambskinnet,” played moodily106, their mouths glued to their pipe-stems; they were tail-on-end to fling down the cards for pick and shovel93. The great majority, ant-like in their indefatigable107 busyness, neither turned a head nor looked up: backs were bent108, eyes fixed109, in a hard scrutiny110 of cradle or tin-dish: it was the earth that held them, the familiar, homely111 earth, whose common fate it is to be trodden heedlessly underfoot. Here, it was the loadstone that drew all men’s thoughts. And it took toll112 of their bodies in odd, exhausting forms of labour, which were swift to weed out the unfit.
The men at the windlasses spat76 into their horny palms and bent to the crank: they paused only to pass the back of a hand over a sweaty forehead, or to drain a nose between two fingers. The barrow-drivers shoved their loads, the bones of their forearms standing out like ribs. Beside the pools, the puddlers chopped with their shovels; some even stood in the tubs, and worked the earth with their feet, as wine-pressers trample114 grapes. The cradlers, eternally rocking with one hand, held a long stick in the other with which to break up any clods a careless puddler113 might have deposited in the hopper. Behind these came the great army of fossickers, washers of surface-dirt, equipped with knives and tin-dishes, and content if they could wash out half-a-pennyweight to the dish. At their heels still others, who treated the tailings they threw away. And among these last was a sprinkling of women, more than one with an infant sucking at her breast. Withdrawn115 into a group for themselves worked a body of Chinese, in loose blue blouses, flappy blue leg-bags and huge conical straw hats. They, too, fossicked and re-washed, using extravagant116 quantities of water.
Thus the pale-eyed multitude worried the surface, and, at the risk and cost of their lives, probed the depths. Now that deep sinking was in vogue117, gold-digging no longer served as a play-game for the gentleman and the amateur; the greater number of those who toiled at it were work-tried, seasoned men. And yet, although it had now sunk to the level of any other arduous and uncertain occupation, and the magic prizes of the early days were seldom found, something of the old, romantic glamour118 still clung to this most famous gold-field, dazzling the eyes and confounding the judgment119. Elsewhere, the horse was in use at the puddling-trough, and machines for crushing quartz120 were under discussion. But the Ballarat digger resisted the introduction of machinery121, fearing the capitalist machinery would bring in its train. He remained the dreamer, the jealous individualist; he hovered122 for ever on the brink123 of a stupendous discovery.
This dream it was, of vast wealth got without exertion124, which had decoyed the strange, motley crowd, in which peers and churchmen rubbed shoulders with the scum of Norfolk Island, to exile in this outlandish region. And the intention of all alike had been: to snatch a golden fortune from the earth and then, hey, presto125! for the old world again. But they were reckoning without their host: only too many of those who entered the country went out no more. They became prisoners to the soil. The fabulous126 riches of which they had heard tell amounted, at best, to a few thousands of pounds: what folly127 to depart with so little, when mother earth still teemed128! Those who drew blanks nursed an unquenchable hope, and laboured all their days like navvies, for a navvy’s wage. Others again, broken in health or disheartened, could only turn to an easier handiwork. There were also men who, as soon as fortune smiled on them, dropped their tools and ran to squander129 the work of months in a wild debauch130; and they invariably returned, tail down, to prove their luck anew. And, yet again, there were those who, having once seen the metal in the raw: in dust, fine as that brushed from a butterfly’s wing; in heavy, chubby131 nuggets; or, more exquisite132 still, as the daffodil-yellow veining133 of bluish-white quartz: these were gripped in the subtlest way of all. A passion for the gold itself awoke in them an almost sensual craving134 to touch and possess; and the glitter of a few specks135 at the bottom of pan or cradle came, in time, to mean more to them than “home,” or wife, or child.
Such were the fates of those who succumbed136 to the “unholy hunger.” It was like a form of revenge taken on them, for their loveless schemes of robbing and fleeing; a revenge contrived137 by the ancient, barbaric country they had so lightly invaded. Now, she held them captive — without chains; ensorcelled — without witchcraft138; and, lying stretched like some primeval monster in the sun, her breasts freely bared, she watched, with a malignant139 eye, the efforts made by these puny140 mortals to tear their lips away.
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foe
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