Reading this::::
Sometimes we would sing while we waited and while we rode to the top - a fine sound when you heard all the men singing.
At that time there were such singers as the Georges, the Houlsons and the Strattons - all of them male voice choir members - working in the mine. To hear hymns such as 'Lead Kindly Light' and 'Abide With Me', coming up from the depths of the Earth was something out of this world.
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Reminds me of when I was working in the South African gold mines - I used to go down South Deeps into some of the stopes - over 3 miles down - and from afar, all you could hear was a constant, rhythmic beat - Hmmm, Hmmmm, Hmmm - and as you got closer to the working area, you began to hear the african chant - the rhythm of the miners as they pass timbers up into the stopes - constant, never ending - chants, songs, amazing music - black faces, the whites of their eyes in the gloom - sweat pouring in rivers over almost naked bodies - huge grins as they saw us - white teeth in the dark - a hand offered to pull you up the steeply sloping opening, past stacks of timber, air and water lines snaking everywhere.... and then the reef - gold, their lifeblood - that narrow reef, sometimes no wider than your waist, and somewhere between vertical and flat - gold...
You don't see the sacrifices when you're sitting in the leather armchairs in the Anglo boardroom....
I was thrown out of bed one morning at 4am.. Thought my friends had played a trick on me. It wasnt - it was a 4.2 on the Richter scale - and the headframe was down - no power - no air - no winder... and 1500 men underground. It took us a week, but hey - we didnt lose one miner.
You read the stories of old Cornwall - but its hard to relate to them unless you've been there - being 3 miles underground with no winder and no power, with the heat and water rising rapidly - you start to realise how they must have felt - terrifying..
The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth
... but not the Mineral Rights...