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42 THE DIAMOND MINES OF SOUTH AFRICA
In May, 1898, there was another great mud rush through the 1120-foot level, from which a whole gang of native workers barely escaped alive. On this occasion "Jim," one of the best of the "baas" boys, was almost buried alive with his gang of 15 men. The rush shut this working party up in a narrow passage on this level for more than 64 hours. When the men were rescued at length from their stifling quarters, where they were imprisoned for more than two and a half days, without a morsel of food to eat or a drop of water to drink, all were greatly exhausted, as might be supposed. But in spite of his sufferings, the brave leader, Jim, went back at once into the mine to grope back over the mud in search of one of his gang whom he supposed was missing, and he would not return to the surface until he learned beyond doubt that all had been rescued.
The endurance of the native miners under such circumstances is remarkable. In July, 1898, a Basuto boy, "Joseph," was almost buried in a mud rush, and was completely shut in the " dead end " of a tunnel, on the 960-foot level. The attempt to clear a passage to rescue him was begun at once, and the work was pushed without a respite night and day, but it was late on the third day before the place of his entombment was reached. He was found lying crouched beneath some timbers resting on an overturned truck, around which the mud had risen to the depth of two and a half feet. The rescue party had given up all hope of finding him alive, and were about to blast the envelĀ­oping mud in order to pull out the truck, when a faint cough was heard, apparently coming out of the dense mass of mud. The natives at work were badly frightened at this weird sound, and called up the contractor in charge, who finally succeeded in digging out the poor Basuto boy nearly lifeless. One of his legs had been pinned beneath the truck so heavily that the circulation of the blood was stopped, and mortification set in, necessitating its amputation. The boy bore the operation with the characĀ­teristic fortitude of his race, and is stumping about to-day with a wooden leg. He had been shut up for more than three days in a little hole in the ground wholly without food and drink,