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Ch. 9: The Moving Men

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274 THE DIAMOND MINES OF SOUTH AFRICA
ground for diamonds. See illustration between pages 274 and 275.
So unknown to each other and blind to their future clash and union, Cecil John Rhodes, the clergyman's son, and Barney Barnato, the London shopboy, started abreast in the race for fortune on the same track. An ordinary observer of the two young men would probably have picked Barnato as the winner on such a track as the new Diamond Fields. Any one could see at a glance that the young Hebrew was unsinkable, and pecul­iarly fitted to make a good living in the stirring towns by his business training, quick wit, and racial genius for trade, while the English college student had no apparent fitting for success either as a digger or a business man. Kipling has told of the straining of the new ship, as a living thing, in the trial to find herself, and this fine conception has literal truth in the applica­tion to young manhood. So Cecil John Rhodes was forced to find himself, as he did, when he put away his books to plunge into the whirling life of the Great White Camps.
Tall, gaunt, shy, the stripling sat at the diamond sorting table, overseeing the Kafirs who scraped over the pebbles from his brother's claim, on a little " floor " near the edge of the big Kimberley pit. Roughly dressed, coated with dust, disdainful of any foppish touch, peculiarly self-contained, full of novel ideas and aspirations rising, turning, and shaping themselves in his mind, he was not one to mingle, like Barnato, in every stir of the froth in the camps, or ready to jump, like the London shopboy, into any gush of speculation, from a bet at cards to an auction sale. Externally the two young men could scarcely be more unlike than the little, chunky, bullet-headed, near-sighted, mercurial Hebrew, taking a hand in current sport or traffic, and the tall, thoughtful, young overseer, sitting moodily on a bucket, deaf to the chatter and rattle about him, and fixing his blue eyes intently on his work, or on some fabric of his brain.
Yet both were alike in their expanding ambition and power to grapple and mould in their distinctive ways the opportunities about them. Both had keen foresight, and extraordinary com-
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