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Holding on to the sides with their knees and feet. But in large
workings, such as this (which is about 150 feet deep), we descend in a
bucket, as in ordinary mines. What a speed we go down at! We seem to
shoot down into darkness. There--bump! we are at the bottom. But I can
see nothing; I only hear the drip, drip, and splashing of water. In a
few minutes my eyes get accustomed to the darkness: then I see the dim
light of a candle held by some one not far off. "Come up here," says the
guide; and we shortly find ourselves in a somewhat open space, more
light than the actual bottom of the shaft. We are each supplied with a
dip tallow candle, by means of which we see where we are. The two drives
branch off from this space: the main is 6 feet 3 inches in height,
broad, and splendidly timbered with stout wood all the way along. The
Chinamen did this work. Water is running everywhere. We try to walk upon
the rails on which the trucks run, to keep our feet dry. But it is of no
use, as there is more water in our way to get through. Every now and
then we slipped off the rail and down into the water. As we got in
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