198 FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
Hantz was the first-class passenger. He left the Falklands 
some years ago, and went gold-digging on Sandy Point. 
The gold-digging there is for alluvial gold. The diggers 
club together, get a boat, a tent, and provisions, land on 
a likely beach, and grub away. This man had made what 
for him was quite a little pile ; he showed us some of the 
gold — brought it out of his pocket in a piece of cloth 
tied up with string. It was in little flakes about the size 
of linseed. He described the life to us as we drank 
beer at the Companies' bar, described it vividly, the. hun- 
gering, and the cold, and excitement. 
I drew him as he was describing a find. Words failed 
him to express the excitement, £ God damn — when you're 
turning it up two inches deep I' was all he could get out ; 
but his face expressed the fun of the thing. 
V. 
