Ch. 4: The Premier

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accomplished: I didn't trust the system. As the waste was carried off my eyes followed it. I was worried. How could they be so sure, day after day, that no diamonds had slipped past in the tailings? And another thing; what would happen nowadays to a big diamond, I asked, as for instance the other half of the Cullinan, if by chance it turned up in the blue ground and fell into that crusher?
It was evident that I had asked a rather awkward question. I learned that it is on record that one or two big stones have as a matter of fact been destroyed in this manner. It is true that the blue ground is carefully inspected throughout the process, from crusher to crusher, down to the working size of Vs of an inch or less. Men are stationed to inspect the conveyer belts that carry the gravel along, and anyone who catches a big dia­mond in this manner is paid a good bonus. Nevertheless a stone does slip past now and then and is ruined. The tactful visitors learn not to lament this fact too strenuously, for mining engineers in the diamond industry are rather touchy on the sub­ject of big stones. They resent the publicity received by the giants. They take the side of the littler, unsung diamonds, the gallant small things that are extracted in bulk and put into ordinary engagement rings or factory tools, for on these the whole trade depends today. It is unfair, say the engineers, to act as if diamond mining were simply a matter of digging up a Cullinan once a week.
"You wouldn't keep a mine going steadily on the proceeds of the big fellows," one of the men said to me indignantly. "You couldn't run this industry on fancy stones. Where would we all be if we tried?"
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