The original traveler--the dishonest one--now remembered that he had once seen a Boer teamster chocking his wagon-wheel on a steep grade with a diamond as large as a football, and he laid aside his occupations and started out to hunt for it, but not with the intention of cheating anybody out of $125 with it, for he had reformed.
We now come to matters more didactic.

Diamonds are not imbedded in rock ledges fifty miles long, like the Johannesburg gold, but are distributed through the rubbish of a filled-up well, so to speak.

The well is rich, its walls are sharply defined; outside of the walls are no diamonds.

The well is a crater, and a large one.

Before it had been meddled with, its surface was even with the level plain, and there was no sign to suggest that it was there.