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« Reply #15 on: November 07, 2024, 14:57:40 » |
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gave up on trying to spell "corrugated" and ordered "wiggly steel" instead In Northern Ireland it was known as wriggly tin, at least tinners know which metal is which. old word meaning 'Outstretched arms' as with the sailor measuring the depth with a lead line.
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« Reply #16 on: November 07, 2024, 17:11:13 » |
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old word meaning 'Outstretched arms' as with the sailor measuring the depth with a lead line. Now that makes sense! Maybe wrapping ones hands around a square yard could be the derivation of the square fathom or the surveyors fathom stick could be folded in the middle.
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« Reply #17 on: November 10, 2024, 19:57:02 » |
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old word meaning 'Outstretched arms' as with the sailor measuring the depth with a lead line. Now that makes sense! Maybe wrapping ones hands around a square yard could be the derivation of the square fathom or the surveyors fathom stick could be folded in the middle. Every day is still a learning day!
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« Reply #18 on: November 10, 2024, 20:28:34 » |
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old word meaning 'Outstretched arms' as with the sailor measuring the depth with a lead line. Now that makes sense! Maybe wrapping ones hands around a square yard could be the derivation of the square fathom or the surveyors fathom stick could be folded in the middle. Every day is still a learning day! I take it the source of this usage was the need to measure how much material had been mined, for estimating the amounts of useful ore and recovered metal, and also for workers' payments. For that, you multiply the width worked by the distance, and they might customarily both be in fathoms. To get a true volume you would multiply by the height of the working as well, but that's not going to vary so was left out. As it happens, for a lot of mines this height is about six feet! From the comments above that was so in Cornish mines, and I think in South Africa too. If you cut a greater height than that you just didn't get paid for doing it, but that's your problem.
It's been half a century, but I'm pretty sure we were paid based on weight of ore removed, although it could just as easily have been volume as the end result in the pay packet would have been the same. All ore, whichever level it was dug, found its way to the lowest level, then 380 fathoms by being dumped through ore passes. At the bottom, it was loaded into railed trucks, much bigger than those on the levels, hauled to the shaft, then hoisted to the surface in a surprisingly slick operation that saw a load lifted practically every two minutes. I believe there is now a continuous road all the way down for dumper trucks, finished after I left, and that the new operation will bring ore to the surface in these. We were all paid a fairly modest wage every week, with a fortnightly bonus. Every employee got "tin bonus" based on the ore mined rather than the tin produced. The Great Lode through which the mine ran held a pretty high concentration of tin, reasonably evenly spread, so it didn't really matter how big the drive was, that being determined by safety. The standard "end" was about 6 feet square. The drillers would drill a pattern of holes, the blasters would stuff these with explosives (Mr Nobel's finest back that, taken down in the cage in metal rail boxes, sometimes with me sat on top), the muckers would shift the rubble into the trucks, to be shifted by the trammers, and each would be paid a further bonus based on length drilled for drillers and blasters, weight/volume shifted for muckers and trammers. I was a cageman, ferrying men, machinery and materials up and down, and got some sort of bonus cobbled together under an old arrangement, which paid me a lot more than I had earned before, or would earn again for about the next 8 years. Output rose steadily in the weeks leading up to Christmas. Carpenters, plumbers, electricians and anyone else who worked underground had similar arrangements. The level captain had his own little office hacked into the side of the level, and a bit like the croust seat in the photographs. As the mine grew, he needed a new one nearer the end, and I recall him negotiating bonus terms with the drillers for his new sumptious suite.
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« Reply #19 on: November 10, 2024, 21:30:35 » |
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This is fascinating, thanks for posting it.
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« Reply #20 on: November 10, 2024, 21:32:35 » |
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Interesting that the terms used in Cornwall were nearly the same as that used on the Rand. A colleague of mine had the surname of José and I asked if that was Spanish derived - and he said no, it's a well founded Cornish name. His father was a retired Section Manager on our mine with a daughter named Barbara - after the patron saint of miners. It turned out that the survivors of the Spanish Armada, shipwrecked off the Cornish coastline were sent as slaves down the mines rather than the traditional slaughter of the day. They thus became totally integrated into the local industry.
The miners with blasting certificates were called Contractors (paid on the basis of area mined). The muckers were Night-shift Cleaners and the ore was handled in much the same way - descending to the bottom of the shaft to be rapid wind (as in wind a clock) to surface. We had Shift Bosses that oversaw the miners, led by Mine Captains who had charge of a level with a depth measured in 100s of feet. Thus 64 level = 6400'.
Tony's job of cageman was called an Onsetter below ground and a Banksman on surface - the latter was the boss of the shaft system. Strict hierarchy was determined by rank that was almost military in structure with everyone having a different colour of hat depending on one's grade in the system. All except service personnel like surveyors and geologists (me) who had white hats irrespective of rank. Thus although I changed in the Mine Captains' change house, they had yellow hats and could travel as freely as they liked (out ranking anyone else normally underground) I, who had a job to do on surface after having changed, had to beg and plead to be able to leave before shift change over. Thus the Onsetter (Cageman) was my friend to be cultivated carefully.
As Tony will probably remember, all cage movements were telegraphed on a bell-code system (rather like manual signalboxes) and winds for men (signalled 3-3-3) were done a lot slower and safer than materials. Getting out one time, I was told I could only leave on a material wind. It was the scariest trip ever - door only half closed and a double speed wind - heaven knows what would have happened if the winding motors had tripped out (suddenly stopped)- which involves zero gravity free-fall followed by violent yo-yo motions in a steel box. I never did it again.
The Banksman's eyes on me exiting were a sight to behold. Sunshine level - my favourite.
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« Reply #21 on: November 10, 2024, 21:36:16 » |
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As is that. The Spanish / West Country thing resonated too.
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« Reply #22 on: November 10, 2024, 23:27:05 » |
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The drillers would drill a pattern of holes, the blasters would stuff these with explosives (Mr Nobel's finest back that, taken down in the cage in metal rail boxes, sometimes with me sat on top) ...
In my shaft sinking days - thankfully few - there is nothing more comfortable to sit on than a tonne of cardboard boxed Amflex (ammonium nitrate - think Beirut) in a large room-sized bucket (kibble). Comfier than a GWR▸ first class seat.
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« Reply #23 on: November 11, 2024, 16:22:44 » |
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Interesting that the terms used in Cornwall were nearly the same as that used on the Rand. A colleague of mine had the surname of José and I asked if that was Spanish derived - and he said no, it's a well founded Cornish name. His father was a retired Section Manager on our mine with a daughter named Barbara - after the patron saint of miners. It turned out that the survivors of the Spanish Armada, shipwrecked off the Cornish coastline were sent as slaves down the mines rather than the traditional slaughter of the day. They thus became totally integrated into the local industry.
The miners with blasting certificates were called Contractors (paid on the basis of area mined). The muckers were Night-shift Cleaners and the ore was handled in much the same way - descending to the bottom of the shaft to be rapid wind (as in wind a clock) to surface. We had Shift Bosses that oversaw the miners, led by Mine Captains who had charge of a level with a depth measured in 100s of feet. Thus 64 level = 6400'.
Tony's job of cageman was called an Onsetter below ground and a Banksman on surface - the latter was the boss of the shaft system. Strict hierarchy was determined by rank that was almost military in structure with everyone having a different colour of hat depending on one's grade in the system. All except service personnel like surveyors and geologists (me) who had white hats irrespective of rank. Thus although I changed in the Mine Captains' change house, they had yellow hats and could travel as freely as they liked (out ranking anyone else normally underground) I, who had a job to do on surface after having changed, had to beg and plead to be able to leave before shift change over. Thus the Onsetter (Cageman) was my friend to be cultivated carefully.
As Tony will probably remember, all cage movements were telegraphed on a bell-code system (rather like manual signalboxes) and winds for men (signalled 3-3-3) were done a lot slower and safer than materials. Getting out one time, I was told I could only leave on a material wind. It was the scariest trip ever - door only half closed and a double speed wind - heaven knows what would have happened if the winding motors had tripped out (suddenly stopped)- which involves zero gravity free-fall followed by violent yo-yo motions in a steel box. I never did it again.
The Banksman's eyes on me exiting were a sight to behold. Sunshine level - my favourite.
Coincidences abound! One of the landers at Crofty (banksman in your area) was called José, or Spanish Joe to friends. He would be there at the 6.30 muster. The cage had two decks, 8 men in each. The lower deck would fill, then the cage would sink slightly so the upper deck could fill. Joe would then make sure the gate was on and fastened, ring the signal, then say "Bye bye my darlings" while the signal was being repeated and kiss whoever was at the front, me on my first day there. He was married with quite a few children, and did it to see all the older Cornish men trying to be at the back. He thought it funny, and it was. The signal - and I had forgotten that - had an order. 2 rings signified there were no men on board, 3 rings that there were. Then there was a two-part code for the level you wanted to go to, such as 4-2 for 380 level. After that, it was either 1 if the cage was going up or 2 for down, which acted as a check against error. The codes were rung on a small box between the two sides of the shaft at every station, with a button either side and two small orange lamps on top. So, heading for the bottom level from anywhere needed a code 3-4-2-2. The winch driver repeated it so you could see the lights flash, and waited a few seconds before starting so you could hit a button if you had got it wrong. There was an emergency back-up, operated by a lever attached to a cable running all the way through the shaft. I was told that at the end of it, there was a string bag full of empty jam jars that banged on the corrugated iron roof of the driver's hut. I had to use that once in training. Unlike the bells, it couldn't be operated from inside the cage, so the driver waited for 10 seconds or so to give time to get in the cage, then repeated the signal by bouncing the cage slightly to give the code. I was always amazed by the precision with which they could operate the cage, despite it being two bages with half a mile of cable between them. Once the cage was empty and the door replaced, you would ring 2-2-2 to show "Shaft clear". The driver would then move the hoist so that both cages were in neutral territory somewhere. I asked why, which was obvious when explaned. You wouldn't want the cage to start moving as you were climbing into it.
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« Reply #24 on: November 11, 2024, 17:42:26 » |
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I was on a geological field trip in Namaqualand in northwestern South Africa near to the Namibian border, an area also renowned for its tin. We came to a long abandoned old mine that I, being the only Englishman, immediately recognised as a Cornish tin mine. It would not have been out of place on the wild Cornish sea cliffs, but here it was in the middle of the desert.
In Australia, I was flummoxed by the constant use of the term 'costean' which I had never come across before, and it was only when I was shown one by a local that I saw that it was an exploration trench or pit. Turns out 'costean' is a Cornish mining term. Those lads got everywhere!
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« Reply #25 on: November 11, 2024, 17:58:07 » |
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William Huskisson MP▸ was the first person to be killed by a train while crossing the tracks, in 1830. Many more have died in the same way since then. Don't take a chance: stop, look, listen.
"Level crossings are safe, unless they are used in an unsafe manner." Discuss.
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« Reply #26 on: November 11, 2024, 20:05:27 » |
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To keep things on a transport theme - the cage was just the first part of the journey to the workplace. I will now introduce you to the man carriage - all 4 feet high of it inside with a steel roof and a 4km long ride. Often 4 wheeled - but with bogies on the bigger shafts - it was always unsprung and you felt every last rail joint and track defect on the way. This was exacerbated in a way - and I hesitate to say this loudly lest DfT» /GWR▸ hear me - by having an all steel interior including the seats which were part of the chassis.
Derailments were very painful - and I experienced three of these - always in a 4-wheeler. The tracks were to a 2 foot gauge with sleepers every 3 foot and proud of the crude ballast. Speed was probably no more than 10 mph but once you were off the rails you felt every sleeper until the train finally stopped - each one directly delivered to one's derrière, head and other extremities, as remaining vertical was a challenge.
Despite the shouts and flashing of headlamps from within - plus the racket and snatching of the couplings - I reckon the braking distance was inversely related to how well the miners had treated the driver in the recent past.
Still, we always said - a third class ride was better than a first class walk.
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« Reply #27 on: November 12, 2024, 20:56:08 » |
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Going back to vertical transport, the lift component of the journey into the mine on the Rand was very different to Tony’s Cornish experience where his ‘cage’ (as they are called on all the mines) was tiny compared to our's. Tony mentioned 8 men per deck of a two deck cage; our cages held over 50 men in each deck and sometimes there were up to three decks.
When one is suspended on the end of a rope, the mind always wanders to how strong it is, but this is never the issue, it can take it and many times more. When fully extended to the bottom level of the shaft, it is the heaviest component of the lift system - even when a locomotive is dangling vertically underneath the cage, hanging from a hook. Yes, that’s how they get them down there.
The rope is several times stronger than the maximum load including dynamic loading. If motor power trips out (overspeed, overload, power problems) and the winding suddenly stops, the cage bounces - it is especially bad on the way up. Called a ‘trip’, I never experienced it thankfully, but it is quite horrible - zero gravity at the top of the bounce coupled with several ‘g’ at the bottom. You have 50+ people to share it with.
Another risk is the cage getting stuck in the shaft on the way down. The heavy wire rope would coil away on the top of the stuck cage until its weight would force the cage through the obstruction with disastrous consequences.
I came across a report of a Cornish mine example, which because of subsidence, had a tight kink in the shaft. It stated that the solution was to allow the cage to free-fall from surface, through the obstruction, when normal winding would be continued. It observed that this was normally accompanied by the Cornish miners singing hymns.
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« Reply #28 on: November 12, 2024, 21:39:14 » |
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Still, we always said - a third class ride was better than a first class walk.
In the police, we used to say, "If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined the job."
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William Huskisson MP▸ was the first person to be killed by a train while crossing the tracks, in 1830. Many more have died in the same way since then. Don't take a chance: stop, look, listen.
"Level crossings are safe, unless they are used in an unsafe manner." Discuss.
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« Reply #29 on: November 13, 2024, 04:07:05 » |
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Another way of lifting miners in/out of the mine was to use a "man lift" This consisted of a number of small steps fixed to the vertical pump rod of a beam engine. The steam engine was on the surface, and drove the pump at the shaft bottom by a shaft.
To travel to the surface, the miner climbed up a few meters by a stairway. and then when the pump shaft was near the bottom of its stroke, they stepped of the landing and onto the nearest step on the pump rod. When the rod was near the top of its travel, they stepped of it and onto a landing. Wait briefly, and then when the shaft is again near the bottom of its travel, step on it. Repeat as needed until the surface is reached.
Each stroke of the engine took about one minute, and could lift a man by most of the vertical stroke. Worked well until there was a terrible accident when the pump rod broke, taking many lives.
A somewhat similar device was used to move persons and light packages from one floor to another in a large factory or works, known as a "vertical conveyor belt"
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A proper intercity train has a minimum of 8 coaches, gangwayed throughout, with first at one end, and a full sized buffet car between first and standard. It has space for cycles, surfboards,luggage etc. A 5 car DMU▸ is not a proper inter-city train. The 5+5 and 9 car DMUs are almost as bad.
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