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Title: Rubber
Author: Browne, Edith A.
Language: English
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PEEPS AT
INDUSTRIES
RUBBER
PEEPS AT INDUSTRIES
EACH VOLUME CONTAINING 24 PAGES
OF ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTOGRAPHS
Large Crown 8vo., Cloth, Picture Cover
SUGAR
“Miss Browne ... gives a singularly full and an exceedingly interesting
account of the cultivation of the sugar-cane and the sugar-beet in
various countries of the world. This is followed by a lucid account of
the making, the exporting, and the refining of sugar.... Twenty-six
instructive photographs, excellently reproduced, embellish and add
value to the book.”--_Educational News._
“This first volume is certainly a happy beginning. Miss Browne writes
from first-hand knowledge, and she describes the life of the sugar from
the Demerara plantations to the tea-table. The illustrations add to the
charm of the work.”--_Manchester Courier._
RUBBER
“It is interestingly written, free from technicalities, and excellently
illustrated. Those who wish for a 'peep’ at this all-important
industry--which, in spite of ever-recurring discoveries of 'artificial
rubber,’ is likely to continue all-important--cannot do better than
read this little book.”--_Morning Post._
“The twenty-four excellent illustrations add considerably to the
value of the book, which is heartily recommended to anyone desiring a
non-technical account of rubber production”--_Nature._
TEA
“It would be difficult to produce a more comprehensive or more
charmingly interesting story of a world’s great commodity. The work
is a result of experience, observation, information, and illustration
obtained on the spot, and, as such, is remarkable value at the
price.”--_Schoolmaster._
“An interesting little book ... the author has introduced the minimum
of technicalities, and gives the maximum of information.”--_Educational
News._
COCOA
(IN PREPARATION)
PUBLISHED BY A. AND C. BLACK, LTD., 4, 5 AND 6 SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W. 1.
AGENTS
America THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
64 & 66 Fifth Avenue, NEW YORK
Australasia OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
205 Flinders Lane, MELBOURNE
Canada THE MACMILLAN COMPANY OF CANADA. LTD
St. Martin’s House, 70 Bond Street, TORONTO
India MACMILLAN AND COMPANY, LTD
Macmillan Building, BOMBAY
309 Bow Bazaar Street, CALCUTTA
[Illustration: SMOKING WILD RUBBER ON A PADDLE IN THE BRAZILIAN FOREST.
_Page 26_
_By permission of the Director of the Museum, Para_]
[Illustration]
PEEPS AT INDUSTRIES
RUBBER
BY
EDITH A. BROWNE, F.R.G.S.
CONTAINING
SIXTEEN PAGES OF ILLUSTRATIONS
FROM PHOTOGRAPHS
SECOND EDITION
A. & C. BLACK, LTD.
4, 5 & 6 SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W. 1
1920
_First Edition published May, 1912_
_Printed in Great Britain._
NOTE
It is astonishing how ignorant is the world as a whole of the great
industries which maintain our oft-boasted civilization, and it is
ignorance of this character which this series of books aims to dispel.
Produced on the same lines as the “Peeps at Many Lands” series, which
has met with such remarkable success, these books will bring the reader
into a complete understanding of all the great industries of the
British Empire and the world at large. Technicalities being avoided,
there are no impedimenta in the way of easy assimilation of the story
and the romance of great manufactures. The reader is taken into the
atmosphere and confronted with the stern realities of each industry,
and when he has laid down the book he will find he has another window
in his house to let in the sunshine of knowledge.
Each of the three volumes already issued, concerned respectively with
tea, sugar, and rubber, has been promoted to a second edition. Such
a reception has encouraged the belief that there is a wide sphere
of usefulness, and power of pleasure-giving, for a series of Peeps
at Industries written from first-hand knowledge. The next book in
the series, now in course of preparation, will deal with cocoa, and
similarly will be a collection of experience, observation, information,
and pictures harvested “on the spot.”
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE ROMANCE OF RUBBER 1
II. THE ROMANCE OF RUBBER (_continued_) 6
III. THE HISTORY OF RUBBER 10
IV. WE VISIT A SERINGAL 17
V. WE GO WITH A SERINGUEIRO ON HIS ROUND 21
VI. MAKING PARA RUBBER IN THE FOREST 26
VII. DIFFERENT KINDS OF WILD RUBBER 29
VIII. DIFFERENT KINDS OF WILD RUBBER (_continued_) 33
IX. DIFFERENT KINDS OF WILD RUBBER (_continued_) 37
X. KINDRED PRODUCTS TO RUBBER 41
XI. THE STORY OF PLANTATION RUBBER 49
XII. HISTORIC DEVELOPMENTS 56
XIII. THE RUBBER BOOM 60
XIV. WILD RUBBER _v._ PLANTATION RUBBER 64
XV. MAKING A RUBBER PLANTATION 69
XVI. LIFE ON A RUBBER PLANTATION 74
XVII. WE VISIT A RAW-RUBBER FACTORY 80
XVIII. RUBBER GOODS 84
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
1. SMOKING WILD RUBBER ON A PADDLE IN THE BRAZILIAN FOREST
_Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
2. TAPPING THE WILD RUBBER-TREES IN THE FOREST NEAR PARA,
BRAZIL 17
3. A BALATA BLEEDERS’ CAMP 24
4. NATIVE COAGULATING JELUTONG 33
5. TAPPING A RUBBER-VINE, BELGIAN CONGO 40
6. (1) TAPPING RUBBER-VINE; (2) EXTRACTING GUTTA-PERCHA, NEW
GUINEA 43
7. BALATA BLEEDERS LEAVING SPROSTONS’ STELLING AT ROCKSTONE,
BRITISH GUIANA 46
8. (1) CEARA RUBBER-TREE IN CEYLON; (2) PARA RUBBER-TREES,
TWENTY-SEVEN MONTHS OLD, CEYLON 57
9. (1) WEEDING YOUNG RUBBER IN MALAYA; (2) LOADING RUBBER IN
MALAYA 64
10. (1) PARA RUBBER SEEDS AND PODS; (2) TAMIL COOLIE PLANTING
RUBBER 67
11. CARRYING LATEX TO FACTORY, IN MALAYA 70
12. TAMIL WOMAN TAPPING RUBBER-TREE UNDER SUPERVISION OF A
KANGANY, ON A CEYLON ESTATE 81
13. MAKING RUBBER BISCUITS 83
14. MAKING CRÊPE RUBBER ON A CEYLON ESTATE 86
15. SAMPLING BOLIVIAN RUBBER AT BULL WHARF, LONDON 88
16. TAKING LATEX TO THE FACTORY BY BULLOCK-CART IN MALAYA 76
RUBBER
CHAPTER I
THE ROMANCE OF RUBBER
There is a wish that has so taken possession of us that it is
beginning to make our hearts ache. Happily, we are living in the
everything-is-possible days of Once Upon a Time. Directly that wish
begins seriously to worry us, Mother Witch realizes that here is a case
in which her services are needed, and forthwith she hurries to our
midst to see what she can do to make us happy and content.
“Carry us away on your broomstick,” we beg, “to some new land, where
we can see people using something which we know nothing whatever about
at present, but which will one day bring to pass a great revolution
throughout the whole wide world.”
Says Mother Witch:
“You civilized mortals have yet so many lands to discover, so much
to learn from the folk who dwell therein. I could take you to many
a strange country where you would see the mere savage turning the
simplest of Nature’s gifts to marvellous account. Some day more
extraordinary uses will be found for these same things by the only kind
of people you think clever. But when that day dawns, such things will
soon become common, and their power of usefulness will quickly come
to be taken as a matter of course. In this way is all wonder being
banished from the earth by the civilization you’re so pleased to call
wise. But I’m not here to preach to you. Come, I will take you to a
country where everything is yet as Dame Nature made it. It is a country
full of possibilities, abounding in natural wonders whose discovery may
create many and many a mighty change in the everyday life of the world
at large. More than this, I will promise you nothing. You shall see
what you see. Let us away.”
We are whisked across the sea. At length we are hovering over a
seemingly boundless forest, which appears to defy even a single ray
of light to pry into its secrets. As we get nearer to the treetops,
we notice that parts of the country beneath us are open to the sky.
A river, inset with islands and sandbanks, completely severs the
forest; a goodly number of streams fight their way into it on either
side, now boiling with rage as their passage is interfered with by a
stubborn array of rocks, now dashing headlong over a sheer precipice,
now corkscrewing a long way round to avoid impenetrable barriers;
and, in addition to the breaches made in the forest fortress by these
waters, there are patches of grassland openly rejoicing in the sun.
Mother Witch assures us that in parts of its course the chief river is
five, ten, or even as much as fifteen miles wide; that the sandbanks
and islands we see in it are of enormous size; that the patches of
grassland cover acres and acres of ground. Of course, she knows what
she is talking about, so, in accepting her word about the size of the
openings, we are better able to realize the immensity of the mass.
For, in a bird’s-eye view, all the features of a landscape are seen in
proportion; and as we look from aloft at this country we have come to
visit, the outstanding feature is a wilderness which Nature designed as
a citadel wherein she could reign supreme, and which, since the days of
the Great Beginning of all things, she has fortified against any human
desire to interfere with her own imagination and power of achievement.
We drop to earth in this country, landing in the heart of the
forest. Now there is no trace of an outlet to be seen. Surely we are
prisoners--but which of us, at this moment, would care to escape,
even were we shown a way? In the wildest revels of dreamland we
have never beheld anything so luxuriously beautiful as the scene of
reality which now surrounds us. Multitudes of giant trees burst the
bonds of thickly tangled undergrowth, only to be fettered again up to
their very summits, a hundred feet or more above our heads, by the
endless twistings and turnings of gnarled vines and stout-stemmed
creepers. Clinging to the trees are choice orchids, weird in form
and fantastic of colour; the dense undergrowth of browns and greens
is thickly patterned with brilliant blooms; from the rich overgrowth
hang vivid-hued floral streamers and festoons; gaily plumed birds are
roosting amidst deepest shadows; bright blue butterflies are holding
carnival in odd spots, whither stray rays of the blazing sun have been
able to penetrate through chinks in the leaf-thatched, flower-strewn
vault.
Evidently there are people living within these forest confines; for
see, a tawny form is breaking through the bush. Come, let us hide
quickly.
“This naked savage might be a cannibal!”
Possibly, but not for that reason alone have we slipped into a nook
where we can watch him without risk of being discovered. Primitive man
is frequently more shy than dangerous; if this aboriginal caught sight
of us, perchance he would quickly plunge out of sight.
“Why does he go about with a parrot perched on his right forefinger?”
The bird is his favourite pet, and master and parrot like to be
together as much as do you and your dog.
“Why does he carry that very long bit of cane? And he doesn’t seem to
have a bow with him, so of what use are those arrows in that pouch
which is strung round his waist?”
The long cane is a very simple weapon called a “blowpipe”; the arrows
are the missiles for it. Whenever yon savage sees anything he wants to
kill, he loads his pipe, puts it to his lips, blows, and out flies an
arrow with terrific force and deadly aim.
Maybe this son of the wilds is out on a hunting jaunt on behalf of
his tribe. Just as likely he is taking a walk; for quite possibly he
has been suffering of late from an attack of wander-thirst--a common
complaint among barbarians, to whom freedom is one of the most blessed
possessions in life--so he has left the camp to roam it off. Weeks,
months even, may elapse before he returns to his fellows. Meanwhile, he
can easily supply all his wants, for he can shoot his meat, trap his
fish, and gather an abundance of tasty and nutritious nuts and roots.
Also, he can amuse himself by making a fine collection of pretty seeds
and gay feathers, wherewith to adorn himself on the next festival
occasion at the camp.
Like all his fellows, he is an enterprising savage in that he is
constantly on the lookout for forest products which can be turned to
account in everyday life. See him now stopping to try the sap of a
certain tree. With a flint axehead he probes the bark, when out oozes
a thick white fluid, some of which drops on his hand. He rubs thumb
against fingers to get it off, whereupon it gets thicker and thicker,
and finally breaks loose as a bit of something solid. He experiments
with this strange gift of the forest, and finds that it will stretch
and rebound. He collects more of the sap, catching it this time in the
palm of one hand. Into this liquid he drops the first little pellet he
made, and proceeds to roll it round and round therein with his free
hand. Soon the freshly collected sap begins to solidify on the pellet,
and his treasure grows appreciably bigger. We watch this interesting
experiment repeated time after time. The pellet has grown into a
fair-sized ball; suddenly that ball slips from the grasp of the man
who is so intelligently playing at work. Surely it is bewitched; for
the moment it touches the ground, it tries to jump into the air. Why,
if only he had known what was going to happen, if only he had stooped
down a second earlier, he might have caught it before it again fell
to earth. No wonder he looks pleased; he has discovered a new product
that can be made into a plaything. He notes the kind of tree which has
supplied him with the material for his highly amusing toy; then he
picks up his blowpipe, calls his parrot back to its travelling perch,
and goes his way.
Yes, certainly we will follow this interesting discoverer, but first we
must ask Mother Witch to borrow for us some of those magic cloaks which
render the wearer invisible; for, as I have told you, were yon son of
the wilds to see us, one way or another our adventures might be brought
to an untimely end.
CHAPTER II
THE ROMANCE OF RUBBER--_continued_
Our leader seems to be pursuing a haphazard course as we shadow him
about the forest. Nevertheless, it is not many months ago since he
wandered this same way, and only a few weeks have gone by since a
little party of the tribe rebeat with their footsteps this path, which
was originally designed and cleared by remote ancestors as a cut to
a good fishing stream. But fresh vegetation springs up with mushroom
growth in this land of tropical luxuriance, and to-day the trail has
been wellnigh hidden from view by a new tangle of undergrowth. There is
no fear, however, of our leader losing himself in the maze; he has the
tribal instinct for finding his way through the forest; the scenery,
which seems to us so hopelessly bewildering, reveals to his trained eye
many a signpost, and the thickest covering of shrubs, creepers, fallen
leaves, broken branches, and storm-strewn trees cannot lead him astray
from a path which he has roamed again and again ever since he was quite
a little boy. Although he seems to be forcing a passage at random, he
is following a trail which is as familiar to him as are the highways
and byways of our native town to us, and sooner or later, according
as the fancy takes him to go the long way round, or turn aside into a
short cut, he will get back to the camp.
Whatever may have been his purpose when he started out on his
wanderings, clearly his chief desire now is to find trees of the same
kind as that from which he obtained the strange material that he has
made into a ball. Sometimes he comes upon two or three within a hundred
yards or so of each other; sometimes he has to walk a good mile from
his last find before he espies another of the forest giants for which
he is seeking.
After a few hours’ diligent search, he walks ahead without stopping to
test the sap of any more trees, and at length we realize that during
the last hour he has been making straight for the camp. The moment he
arrives here he shows his quaint toy to his fellows. The tribe are all
very interested in it, very delighted with it, and it is tossed from
hand to hand. The chief questions him, and there follows a conclave,
at which it is decided that a party shall set forth on the morrow to
collect more of the newly discovered material.
At dawn we leave the camp clearing, and once more plunge into the thick
of the bush. With what a novel procession we join company and once
more strike the trail! Evidently it is not the custom to wear clothes
in this part of the world, but personal ornaments seem to be in high
favour. Nearly everyone is bedecked with some “pretty” knick-knack,
such as a necklet of tiger’s teeth, a jingling girdle of seeds, or a
plaited-fibre armlet; and the majority seem to make “pincushions” of
their chin and lips--the fishbones you see sticking out therefrom are
pegs on which they hang decorations of feathers and seeds when they
are merrymaking.
From the way these primitive folk set about getting a supply of
the newly discovered product, we soon realize that they have more
intelligence than we had previously given the savage credit for
possessing; for when the discoverer points out to his companions a
specimen of the tree which yields the desired gum, a member of the
party proceeds to carry out an experiment that would seem to be of both
a practical and imaginative nature. A hole is scratched in the ground
at the base of the tree, and a few inches above, in a straight line
with this, several notches are hacked in the trunk. The sap, which
immediately begins to ooze out, trickles down into the hollow beneath.
You see at once that a more wholesale method of collecting has been
devised than that of catching driblets of the sap by hand. But in the
plan which is now being tried there lurks still more intelligence,
inspiration, reason, instinct, or whatever you like to call it. For
at the conclave in the camp, general opinion favoured the idea that
heat was the agent which transformed the liquid into a solid. And if
the warmth of a man’s hand could bring about such a remarkable change,
surely, it is argued, the heat of the sun would more readily have the
same effect. So the sap is now to be left in the collecting hole, where
it will come under the influence of baking hot tropical earth and
thirsty tropical air.
Sap is still issuing from the wounded trunk when the party go off in
search of other specimens of the tree. After a few hours, we find that
they have been steering a course which brings them back to the first
tree on which they operated. No wonder they are all so pleased when
they arrive at this goal, for they can see at a glance that their
experiment has proved successful. True, the sap has now ceased to
flow, but it is more than likely that some fresh wounds would produce
a further supply. And sufficient for the moment is the joy of finding
in the hole beneath the tree a big lump of solid something, like the
material of the toy which their guide made yesterday. It is scooped out
of its semicircular mould, is found to be still soft enough to work,
and is quickly rounded by hand into the form of a ball.
* * * * *
Many years have passed since this new kind of gum was discovered;
but we are still living in the days of Once Upon a Time when we pay
our second visit to the country where flourishes the tree of supply.
In the interval since our first visit, the aborigines have had no
communication with the civilized world. Yet they have contrived to
make their new material serve more purposes than the original one
of providing them with playthings. They have found out that it is
waterproof, so they now smear it over pouches for holding treasures
which they want to protect against a tropical downpour. And see the
mere savage discovering a new use for this product which is destined to
put the whole civilized world under a debt of gratitude to him. He rubs
a thick coating of the sap over his feet--and lo and behold! when it
has dried and he wriggles his feet free, he is the proud possessor of
the first pair of galoshes ever made.
CHAPTER III
THE HISTORY OF RUBBER
Of course, you have already guessed that the material used by the “poor
savages” I have been talking about was rubber. But I should not be at
all surprised if you are thinking that I have made up the whole story I
have told you about the discovery of the product.
For the moment, I will neither confess nor deny that I have spun you a
fairy story. Instead, I will ask you to give your attention to a few
well-known facts about the history of rubber.
On the authority of an old and honoured historian, Herrera by name,
Columbus saw the natives of the Island of Haiti, in the West Indies,
playing with balls which were said to be made of gum from a tree.
This was during his second voyage of discovery, in 1493 to 1496. A
sixteenth-century document refers to elastic balls which the aborigines
of the New World used in their games. And early in the seventeenth
century a report was issued dealing with a tree growing in Mexico, from
which the natives extracted a milky liquid that came to be used by the
Spaniards for the purpose of making their garments water-tight.
In each case, the historical reference is generally admitted to
concern the material we now call rubber. Therefore, by the way, so far
as history enlightens us, Columbus was the first European to become
acquainted with this forest product.
According to history, then, the aborigines in different parts of
Southern America discovered rubber, and made use of it, without any
help from the civilized world. By the way, they called the material
“_cahucu_.” When an English scientist, by name Priestley, discovered
in the latter part of the eighteenth century that cahucu would rub
out pencil marks, this wonderful product was named _india-rubber_, in
plain English. In nearly every other country it is now spoken of as
_caoutchouc_.
Now, to come back to that story I told you “out of my head.” As regards
the time in which the events occurred I have already proved to you that
rubber was discovered before Columbus discovered America; and as there
is no authority which permits me to be more definite on this point, I
think you will agree with me that I was bound to give the period of
my narrative as Once Upon a Time. The scene of that story is, I now
frankly admit, laid in Brazil--to be more exact, in the Valley of the
River Amazon.
Here, you will surely ask what explanation I have to offer for
selecting Brazil as the home of the great discovery--why not Haiti,
since the first mention of rubber in history is connected with this
island? Or why not Mexico, since the natives of this country are also
credited by history with being amongst the earliest folk to make
themselves acquainted with the uses of rubber?
I am quite ready to reply to such very natural questions. Just as no
one can deny that the discovery of rubber has brought about a great
revolution in the industrial world, so no one who knows the whole
history of that revolution can dispute the fact that it was the
discovery of Brazilian rubber which has been far and away the most
powerful agent in effecting it. And although history does not give me a
cut-and-dried date to support my belief that the aborigines of Brazil
collected rubber sap, and made use thereof as early as, or even earlier
than, did the natives of Haïti and Mexico, it supplies me with facts
which uphold this theory.
The Portuguese founded the colony of Brazil early in the sixteenth
century, but naturally their first settlements were on the coast.
About a hundred years later they began to explore the Amazon. The
first European pioneer to journey along this wonderful waterway was a
Portuguese missionary, and it is said that he was the first civilized
man to see the natives of Brazil making use of rubber. Be this as it
may, it is certain that the natives had long been acquainted with the
product when the Portuguese began to colonize the Amazon Valley, for
the settlers found that the aborigines of the district were skilled
in making not only balls for playthings, but such useful articles as
water-tight shoes and bags out of the sap of a tree that flourished in
this locality.
It is not at all likely that the natives of Brazil had received any
help from the natives of Haïti or Mexico in the matter of discovering
that tree and the peculiar value of its sap. For the aborigines of
Southern America are not given to wandering off to foreign lands either
on business or pleasure, and even in these days it is only the very
enthusiastic traveller or the man whose living depends on the rubber
industry who undertakes a journey into the interior of Brazil, where,
for the most part, the means of communication are still very primitive.
So far, I have shown you there is little doubt that the aborigines
of Brazil discovered the rubber in their own country; and I think I
have given you sufficient evidence for asking you to believe that the
discovery was made off their own bat, and at quite as early a period
as the natives of Haïti and of Mexico separately and independently
discovered the rubber-trees in their own homelands.
I will now give you some further proofs that there is more truth than
fiction in the story I told you.
Come with me into the Brazilian forests this very day. The scenery, you
find, is so wildly beautiful that words cannot possibly do it justice,
much less exaggerate its delights; in spite of the coming of the
European, and the annual invasion by hundreds of rubber-gatherers, few
changes have been made in the name of Progress within these forests; so
in the days before the white man knew of their existence they must have
looked very much the same as they do now. And the pure-bred Brazilian
native has not been entirely wiped off the face of his homeland. You
may still come across some of the aborigines, and they still scorn
clothes, adorn themselves with feathers and beads, carry a blowpipe,
hunt their meat, and trap their fish.
As we start off along a track that has little or no more claim to be
called a path than had the Indian trail in my story, I point out to
you a specimen of the rubber-yielding tree that is a native of these
forests. Very soon you notice for yourselves that there are numbers
of these trees in the district. Were you a son of these wilds, wholly
dependent on your surroundings for anything and everything in the way
of supplies, would you not try to find out whether this tree cannot be
made to provide you with something to eat or drink or play with?
Take out your penknife, and cut into the bark of one of these trees.
Out oozes a thickish white substance, some of which drops on to your
fingers. Without a moment’s thought or hesitation, it comes natural
to you to rub thumb against sticky fingers, whereupon the substance
gradually solidifies, and at last breaks loose in the form of a tiny
pellet. In a similarly simple way the mere savage discovered rubber
hundreds of years ago; only he used a flint axehead, or maybe a sharp
tooth of some animal, instead of a penknife.
With regard to the method of collecting rubber by scraping a hole in
the earth, and leaving the sap which trickled down into it to be dried
by the natural heat of the earth and the air, I can only assure you
that the white man found the aborigines “making” raw rubber in this
way, so they must have invented the plan themselves.
To defend my choice of Brazil as the scene of my story, I must now
justify my statement that the discovery of rubber in this country has
been of more importance than similar discoveries in the forests of
other lands.
The native rubber-tree of Brazil, botanically known as _Hevea
brasiliensis_, yields the finest quality rubber. This specially good
material is called “Para rubber,” after the port of Para, at the mouth
of the Amazon, which was the first centre of distribution.
The whole flourishing rubber industry of to-day owes its origin to the
trade which sprang up in Para rubber, following on the colonization
of the Amazon Valley by the Portuguese. During the first half of the
eighteenth century Lisbon began to import rubber goods, such as hats,
boots, bags, and capes, from Brazil, and in 1759 the Government of Para
sent a suit of rubber clothes as a present to the King of Portugal.
In the early part of the eighteenth century, too, France began to take
an interest in rubber, and it was not long before other countries,
including England, began to experiment with the new material.
Until well on in the nineteenth century, rubber goods were made in
Brazil only. The chief market for them was North America, which
imported a varied assortment of such things as rubber shoes,
tobacco-pouches, travelling bags, powder-flasks, and water-bottles.
Amongst all these articles, the waterproof shoes did most to popularize
the new material; the first shipment was sent to Boston in 1820, and
these found such favour with the Americans that a couple of years later
the United States imported another 500 pairs. So quickly was this
second stock sold out that the States began to think an opportunity
had arisen for them to make a new outlet for their manufacturing
energy and enterprise, and very soon they decided to import raw rubber
and manufacture rubber goods. About the same time, some pioneer
rubber-goods factories were erected on the Continent.
The factory soon began to rival the forest workshop in the variety
of goods turned out, and in such details of craftsmanship as style
and finish. But the new enterprise did not prove very satisfactory,
because it was found that these goods did not wear well. Evidently
they suffered from exposure to the air, being damaged by changes of
temperature.
This great drawback to manufactured rubber goods was removed by the
discovery of a method of treating rubber with sulphur. The process,
called “vulcanization,” was discovered by an American named Charles
Goodyear, who made his first successful experiments in 1839. He himself
did much to improve his method of making rubber more durable, and he
also worked up this product into a material similar to horn; but it
was left for another inventive genius to find out how to polish that
material and give us the very useful form of rubber which we call
“vulcanite.”
The discovery of the vulcanization process acted as a very great
stimulus to the rubber industry. More and more keen and widespread
became the desire to manufacture rubber goods, and the growing demand
for the raw material led Brazil to extend her search for Hevea trees,
and to set about dealing with the export of raw rubber in a more
business-like way. Up to about 1877 the forests around the mouth of
the Amazon had been the only source of supply. Now some of the upper
tributaries of the river were exploited, and the glowing reports
as to the wealth of Hevea in the inland forests led to a rush of
rubber-gatherers into the interior. It soon became known that these
reports had not exaggerated the available supply of Para rubber, and
fresh energy and enterprise were attracted to the Valley of the Amazon
by the rosy prospects of the raw rubber trade.
“How has that trade prospered?”
The Amazon District (Brazil, Bolivia, and Peru) now has numerous
competitors who cater for the world’s annual consumption of upwards of
200,000 tons of raw rubber. But up to 1912 the Amazon Valley continued
to control the rubber industry, because it exported such a large
proportion of the world’s whole supply of the raw material, and the
quality of its output was far superior to that of the supplies from
nearly every other rubber-producing country.
[Illustration: TAPPING THE WILD RUBBER-TREES (HEVEA BRASILIENSIS) IN
THE FOREST NEAR PARA, BRAZIL. _Page 23_
_By permission of the Director of the Museum, Para_]
About 1900, however, a competitor gave signs of life in the cradle of
the Middle East. The public knew little about that competitor, and
cared less; the experts with very few exceptions derided it. But a few
years later both the experts and the public began to realize that,
for the first time in its triumphant career, wild Para had a really
fearsome rival. This adversary is commonly known as Plantation Rubber;
as a matter of fact, it is Cultivated Para, which has made such a
determined fight for supremacy in the raw rubber market. This is indeed
a case of child rising up against parent, for the Cultivated Para is
all being obtained from trees that owe their existence to seeds taken
from the Brazilian forests. The struggle has brought about a revolution
in the Rubber World; all of you must have heard of at least one of the
stirring events to which it has already given rise--the Rubber Boom in
the spring of 1910.
CHAPTER IV
WE VISIT A SERINGAL
We want to see for ourselves the way the present-day rubber-gatherers
in Brazil do their work, and the kind of life they lead. So we have
made a long journey by boat up one of the tributaries of the River
Amazon to the landing-stage for a typical rubber-gatherers’ village.
We step ashore straight into the forest, and are warmly welcomed by
a group of working men, who inquire eagerly for the latest news from
anywhere, about anything. For days we have been travelling in a region
that is far removed from the busy haunts of man, and we have grown
quite used to the solitude of the wilds; but the loneliness comes home
to us much more forcibly as we realize that there are civilized folk
who spend nearly all their life in these out-of-the-way parts.
We set out to walk along a rough road that threads its way through the
jungle. Before long we notice buildings ahead. We are close upon a
“seringal”--that is to say, a village which serves as the headquarters
of a number of rubber-gatherers, who work a big area of neighbouring
forest-lands.
The seringal, together with the stretch of country which it serves,
belongs to a man who probably lives far away in one of the two great
commercial centres of Brazil--Para, at the mouth of the Amazon; or
Manaos, about a thousand miles up the river. The owner may have
inherited his claim to proprietorship, or he may have bought it
from some other man; in any case, the tract of forest which is now
regarded as his private property originally became one man’s land
because in days gone by some settler tried to make a living out of
rubber collecting, went so far this way, so far that in his search for
rubber-trees, and gradually came to look upon the district between such
self-appointed boundaries as his own personal hunting-ground.
Great care has to be taken in choosing the site for a seringal. Since
none of the forests have yet been opened up for more than about a mile
in the inland direction, the seringals must all be built near the
riverside; it is very necessary that they should be perched on some
piece of rising ground, because the waters of the Amazon rise very
high at times, causing great floods.
The seringal we have come to visit is typical of the many widely
scattered villages which the rubber industry has called into existence
in the Brazilian forests of the Amazon--typical in its isolation, and
as regards the style of its buildings, the kind of people who make up
the population, and the everyday life of the little community, who are
cut off from the rest of the world. The outstanding buildings are the
manager’s house, which boasts a tiled roof, his office and store. These
are to all intents and purposes “government” quarters; for, although
the manager represents a private individual, he rules the community who
work for his master with much the same sort of authority he might be
expected to exercise if he held office under the Republic. Round about
his quarters are some thatched shanties, which provide accommodation
for part of the community. But some of the labourers have to go their
daily round from tree to tree in far distant parts of the forest;
where their work is, there must they make their home in a solitary
hut. The merriest day of the week for everybody is Saturday, when all
the rubber-gatherers have to make their way to the manager’s quarters,
to hand over the rubber they have collected and to buy stores for the
coming week. This general meeting, called together by business, is
taken full advantage of as an opportunity for gossip, hospitality, and
various little jollifications, such as a “sing-song.”
The population of a seringal consists of working-class Brazilians, who
are of Portuguese and mixed Portuguese and Indian descent. Certainly
they look a rough lot, but that is not surprising, seeing what a hard
life they lead--and there are many rough diamonds among them. You will
feel more in sympathy with them when you have lived but a day in their
midst, and been with one of them on his round. But already you must
have been thinking that they have not much comfort to look forward to
when their work is done, for you can see at a glance that their houses
are mere shelters.
Here is the picture you will take away in your mind’s eye of a
rubber-gatherer’s home on the shores of the Amazon: A framework of
poles, uprights and crossbars, carries a thatched roof. The building
is open on all sides--indeed, the only other detail which entitles it
to the name of building is one floor, raised well above the ground, so
that the inmates of the house can keep a little distance out of damp’s
way. The unpartitioned space between floor and roof serves as common
day-room and night-room. Hammocks provide sleeping accommodation; old
boxes take the place of tables and chairs; pots and pans pretend to
be ornaments; every corner is a makeshift cupboard for tinned foods,
bottles, oil-cans, tools, and suchlike oddments; and the framework of
poles does duty as wardrobe on week-days and as linen-line for the
washing on Sundays.
In seringal life a married man and his family generally occupy a
private hut. The unmarried men, and their married comrades who have not
brought wife and children into the forest, live together in batches,
several of them sharing one house on the “chummery” system.
CHAPTER V
WE GO WITH A SERINGUEIRO ON HIS ROUND
A rubber-gatherer in the Amazon region is called a “seringueiro.” On
his daily round he has to follow a narrow path, called an “estrada,”
that has been cut through the forest as a means of communication from
one scattered rubber-tree to another.
As I should like you to understand exactly how these estradas are
planned, I want you to imagine, for the moment, that you are standing
somewhere near the river in a tract of unexplored forest. From this
spot as starting-point you set out in any direction you like to hunt
for rubber-trees. However excited you may be, you cannot possibly
hurry, as the only path at your service is the one you are making for
yourself. You cut a narrow strip, the length of your arm’s reach, out
of the dense undergrowth, walk on a few paces, and are again brought
to a standstill; not another step can you move forward until you have
continued the path by cutting away another strip out of the tangle
ahead.
You know you are in a district where Hevea rubber-trees flourish, but
you have to take your chance of finding them among the many kinds of
trees that are crowded together in the forest. When once you have
settled the general direction in which you will explore, you go
straight ahead, for you are just as likely to find what you want in a
direct line as you would be if you let the fancy of every few minutes
lead you into clearing a more irregular, and therefore longer, path.
Of course, if you spot a rubber-tree a little way to the right or to
the left, you bend your path round to meet it. When you have linked up
about fifty Heveas, you curve your path so as to turn your face to the
starting-point, and make your way back there, locating rubber-trees as
you go along in the same way as on the outward journey; so by the time
you get back to the spot you set out from, you have cut an estrada that
is roughly elliptical in shape, and you have linked up from 100 to 120
Heveas. They are fine, sturdy old trees, too, for the most part. Some
are 60, 70, or even 80 feet high, and their circumference is anything
from 3 to 12 feet in the lower regions.
When you have made one estrada, you can set out in a different
direction from the same starting-point and clear another. Again and
again you can repeat the same method of exploration, and you can loop
up side estradas with the main ones. To complete your preparations for
obtaining rubber, you must build a hut near the spot where all the main
paths start and meet again, and arrange for labourers to come and take
up their abode in it and work for you.
To-day we are not going to cut estradas. We have come to a part of the
forest which is already looped with several such paths, and we are now
standing outside the hut where live the seringueiros who work them. The
time is about five in the morning, but, early as it is, the labourers
are getting ready for the business of the day; they are now collecting
their tools, and hurriedly swallowing the coffee they put to boil
whilst they were slipping into their few clothes.
We are joined by the seringueiro who is going to take us with him on
his round. He is wearing a battered felt wideawake, a cotton shirt
open at the neck, and an old pair of trousers that are tied round his
ankles with string; his feet are bare. He carries a small axe, called a
“machadinha”, and a big collection of small tin cups. When he gets to
the first rubber-tree on his beat, he deals it several blows with his
axe, making a girdle of cuts at a height which is conveniently within
his reach. This operation is known as “tapping,” or “bleeding.” Sap
immediately begins to trickle from the wounds he has made in the tree,
so under each cut he has to hang one of his collecting-cups. These are
fastened to the tree by means of a bit of tin on the rim, which he
bends over into the bark. Some seringueiros use clay cups, which they
affix to the trees with a dab of moist clay.
Evidently this tree we are standing by has often been operated upon,
for it has a wide belt of scars. Some of them look as if they were
the marks of very severe wounds; the gashes have healed under a new
skin of bark, but in such a way that the surrounding surface of the
trunk is very uneven with furrows and swellings. This disfigured
appearance is a sign that the tree has been roughly treated by previous
rubber-gatherers. However, if it had been as badly used by the early
generations of seringueiros as were some of the Heveas, it would not
now be here to tell us any tales about the reckless way in which
tapping used to be done in Brazil and neighbouring countries. So little
did the rubber-gatherers of the past care about the future welfare of
the rubber industry of the Amazon that they often used to fell the
valuable Heveas and hack them to pieces, sacrificing the source of
a continuous milk-supply to their greed for getting as much rubber
as possible at the moment, and with as little trouble as possible.
Some time ago masters began to see that they could not afford to let
their men be so wasteful; if the Hevea-trees were destroyed in the
more accessible parts of the forest, which had only been opened up at
much expense and under great difficulties, the hunting-grounds would
have to be extended farther inland, at far greater expense and under
much greater difficulties. Nowadays, owing to the growing popularity
of Plantation Rubber, there is a strong feeling that tapping methods
should be further improved. Brazil and the neighbouring rubber
countries have wakened up to the necessity not only of safeguarding
their Hevea trees against total destruction, but of protecting them
against the injuries caused by unskilled operations. Many experiments
are being made with a view to producing a less clumsy tool than the
machadinha, and the very hard task has been taken in hand of trying to
persuade a large but widely scattered army of rough men to work more
carefully.
[Illustration: A BALATA BLEEDERS’ CAMP. _Page 47_
_From a photograph in the British Guiana Section of the Imperial
Institute, by permission_]
In tapping a rubber-tree, the cut must only go deep enough to open
the cells which harbour the sap--which, by the way, in simple English
is called “milk,” and in technical language “latex.” These cells are
in the bark, extending from just beneath its surface to the cambium,
or true outer skin of the wood. If the tapping tool pierces the wood,
the tree gets maimed for life. Henceforth its supply of milk will be
more difficult to get at, for when the wounds are sufficiently healed
for the tree again to be tapped in the same region, the trunk will be
knotted and furrowed in the way you have already seen. Consequently the
milk-cells will be situated at different levels, instead of being
evenly distributed beneath a covering of smooth-faced bark, and ceasing
on the same level. Moreover, bad tapping makes the milk-supply poorer
in both quantity and quality. And when a tree is very badly wounded in
the wood it will very probably cease to give any milk at all.
While we have been talking about tapping in general, we have been
following our Brazilian friend along his estrada, watching him deal
with one tree after another in the same way as he treated the first one
on his round. After a long walk, we get back to that first tree. The
seringueiro now makes for his hut, puts away his axe, and picks up an
old tin can. Once more he starts off on the same round, and now, as he
goes from tree to tree, he unhooks the cups and pours their contents
into the larger collecting vessel. The milk has stopped running, but
the trees have yielded well this morning, and by the time the “milkman”
is nearing home again he has to carry the can very steadily so as not
to spill any of the morning’s supply.
It is nearly ten o’clock when we follow our leader into his hut once
more, and as we have had nothing to eat since we started out at five,
no wonder we do full justice to the meal he invites us to share with
him, and tell ourselves that dried beef and beans make very good fare.
We might think differently if we had breakfasted on this, or very
similar fare, every day for months past, and were not likely to get
anything very different at any meal for months to come.
CHAPTER VI
MAKING PARA RUBBER IN THE FOREST
After breakfast, the seringueiro sets about transforming the morning’s
“milk” into solid rubber--in technical language, he submits the liquid
to a treatment whereby it is coagulated.
He makes up a big fire with palm-nuts, which burn splendidly, as they
are very rich in oil, and which give off a thick smoke. It is with this
smoke that he is going to dry and cure his rubber, and as he wants it
to be very dense and heavily laden with the essence of the fuel, over
the fire he puts a funnel, which acts as a chimney, and draws up the
smoke in a compressed cloud.
He now takes a paddle-shaped piece of wood, and dips the blade into
the rubber milk. Then he holds the paddle over the funnel, revolving
the blade in the smoke until the covering of rubber is thoroughly dry.
Again he dips the blade into the new “milk,” and again holds it in
the smoke until the sticky liquid solidifies as a coating round the
foundation layer of rubber. Again and again he plunges the paddle into
the “milk” and holds it in the smoke, until he has a large ball of
rubber made up of layer upon layer of the material. This is cut through
and the paddle removed; the rubber is then ready to go to market, and
will perform the first stage of its journey thither on Saturday, when
it is taken by the seringueiro to the manager’s store.
Extra large balls of rubber, or “pelles,” are made in a very similar
way on poles. But instead of the poles being held by hand over the
smoke, they are balanced on a roughly-made rest. A couple of pronged
sticks are driven into the ground to serve as props for a horizontal
bar. In the middle of this bar, which is just another bit of timber,
is a noose of bush-rope. The pelle is made on the middle part of a
separate pole. One end of this pole is slipped through the noose until
the coating of rubber in the centre is well over the smoke; the other
end is supported by hand, with or without the assistance of another
noose of bush-rope hanging from the roof. The seringueiro turns the
pole round and round, always keeping it in such a position that the
growing ball of rubber, which he frequently feeds with milk, is twirled
about in the smoke.
You are wondering, I expect, how the seringueiros get paid. They are
all run by men of capital, called “aviadores.” The aviador lives at one
of the commercial centres of the Amazon rubber industry, such as Para
or Manaos in Brazil. His business is to arrange for labourers to go up
into the rubber districts, to supply them with anything and everything
they want in the way of stores and outfit, and, if necessary, to
advance them the money for their journey. His busiest time is in the
early part of the year, because all new hands start off for the forests
about March or April. They can then reach the scene of their labours
towards the middle of May, when the rubber-gathering season begins.
All the labourers start off in debt to some aviador. When they reach
the seringal which is their particular destination, the manager there
instals them in one of the huts, and tells them which estrada or
estradas they are to work. Often one man is given two estradas, which
are to be worked on alternate days, so that the trees can have a little
longer rest between milking-times.
The first job everyone has to do is to lend a hand in clearing the
estradas--and very hard work this is. Although the paths are old
cuttings, they are blocked with a tangle of undergrowth. They have not
been used since last December, when the Amazon, as usual, began its big
annual rise, and overflowed its banks with a far-reaching volume of
water. Since then the forests have been impassable, therefore work has
been impossible until this month of May, when the lands are once more
uncovered; meanwhile, tropical vegetation has sprung up and run riot
along the paths.
When the estradas have been re-cleared--also some new ones may be
cut, if sufficient labourers have come up to make further development
possible--tapping begins. You have seen how the seringueiro gets
the rubber and prepares it for market. When he delivers his week’s
collection to the manager, the weight thereof is put to his credit,
and his pelles are forwarded to the aviador who has sent him up to the
seringal. The aviador sells them, and remits to the seringueiro the
amount they fetch, less commission and something on account of his
debt. All the rubber-gatherers take part of their dues in stores, as
the aviador is general provider to the seringal.
You want to know what the seringueiros do when the flood season sets
in? Some of them go away to look for work in more civilized parts of
the country. But many of them are several weeks’ journey away from
any town, or from any part of the country where farming is possible.
It would not be worth their while to go so far away and spend a lot of
money on looking for work of a different kind, when the chances are so
much on the side of their being compelled to return to rubber-gathering
as the only means of earning a living. So they stop up in the flooded
forests, living in the shanties which are perched on the highest
stilts. They get through the long time from December to May as best
they can, doing a great deal of smoking, sleeping, and idle gossiping.
Sometimes they drink too much, and sometimes they fight--you expected
as much? Well, although you have only had a peep at the kind of life
these men lead, I am sure you have seen enough to make you slow to
judge them harshly.
CHAPTER VII
DIFFERENT KINDS OF WILD RUBBER
Many varieties of the same species of tree belong to the family which
is known as “the Heveas,” and several of them are rubber-givers. All
rubber obtained from trees of this family has the distinctive name of
“Para” in the commercial world. Three qualities of wild Para are sent
to market--fine, entrefine or medium, and coarse or negro-head.
Fine Para is best quality rubber made from the richest kinds of Hevea
milk. It is cured through and through, whilst the latex is being
coagulated, with the smoke of palm-nuts. The nuts most commonly used in
the Amazon region are the fruit of the urucuri palm, which flourishes
in the forests where the Heveas are found. Various products are turned
to account as fuel for curing rubber in other parts of the world, but
the results, taken as a whole, have led to a general opinion that the
smoke of the palm-nuts used in the Amazon country plays an important
part in keeping the rubber of this region first of all rubbers as
regards quality; but the secret of this smoke’s special power has not
yet been discovered.
Entrefine or medium Para is made from Hevea milk other than the very
richest; or it may be the result of best quality milk which has only
been indifferently well cured.
Coarse Para, or negro-heads, is uncured or partly cured refuse. When
a tree has been tapped, some of the milk in the collecting-cups cakes
into a thin crust on the inside of the bowls, and drops fall and
congeal on the rim and outer surface. The scraps have to be cleaned
off the cups every morning, for new milk loses much of its value if it
is allowed to come into contact with dirt or refuse; sometimes they
are thrown away, but frequently they are hoarded in a bag which the
seringueiro takes with him on his tapping round for this particular
purpose. The refuse is well worth saving, for it will fetch quite
a good price as negro-heads. But such coarse rubber is not always
an extra source of income to the seringueiro. Sometimes he loses
considerably by it, for he finds himself, through no fault of his own,
with nothing but this poor quality material as the reward for his day’s
toil. If it rains hard whilst the trees are being tapped, the latex
curdles in the collecting-cups, and the seringueiro has to collect a
supply of negro-heads instead of fresh milk. Again, the milk sometimes
coagulates much too quickly when it is being cured; the material
produced is then negro-heads instead of fine or even medium Para.
In the commercial world Para rubber has many secondary names, which
tell from which particular district such or such a supply has been
obtained. The chief rubber-producing regions in the Amazon country are:
1. The Brazilian State of Para, in the Lower Amazon Valley, including
the islands in the mouth of the river. One very good quality rubber
from this region is called “Caviana,” after the island of that name,
where it is obtained.
2. The Brazilian State of Amazonas, in the Upper Amazon Valley. Rubber
produced in this State is known generally as “up-river” rubber; it is
also called “Manaos,” after the great commercial centre of the industry
in this region, or “Madeira,” after a tributary of that name which
gives access to some of the richest rubber lands in the State.
3. Acre. This is a far interior territory, bordering on Peru and
Bolivia. Acre, which is now federated with Brazil, is very famous
for its rubber, which, like that of Amazonas, is generally known as
“up-river” rubber.
4. The Brazilian State of Matto Grosso, in the Upper Amazon Valley.
At present very little of this vast forest-land between Amazonas and
Paraguay has been opened up, but, judging by what has already been
seen of its dense jungle, the whole State is a treasure-ground of
rubber-trees. Most of the rubber now exported from this district is
coarse, and sun-cured instead of smoke-cured. It, too, is called
“up-river” rubber.
5 and 6. Bolivia and Peru. Both countries export large quantities of
rubber, much of which is of excellent quality. The various grades of
Bolivian and Peruvian Para are classed collectively as “up-river”
rubber; but the different qualities have native names as well, and
these are quite popular as trade terms.
The Amazon country furnishes a rubber that is quite distinct from the
Para material. It is called “Caucho,” and is obtained from a tree known
as the _Castilloa Ulei_. The biggest exporters are Peru and Bolivia.
There is no system of estradas to simplify the work of the
caucho-gatherers. A search-party, largely composed of Indians, sets
out to hunt for castilloa trees in parts of the forest that have never
before been explored. There is not so much as a track to help them on
their journey, nor a clue of any kind to tell them in which direction
to cut their way. In order to collect enough caucho to make a success
of their trip they will probably have to travel several hundred miles;
quite likely they will lose themselves, and have to wander about for
months before they happen to strike the right direction towards some
isolated village. All their baggage has to be carried by hand or on the
back, so only the barest necessities are taken. A large share of each
man’s burden consists of provisions; even so, the stores are scanty
enough, seeing that no one knows for how long they will have to be eked
out, with the help of any game that may be shot.
Every castilloa-tree that is found is felled to the ground, and is
then ringed with cuts, which extend the whole length of the trunk, at
intervals of about 2 feet. The milk which runs out from these cuts
is caught in little bowls. These are either fashioned from leaves,
which are folded and sewn together, or they are made from seed-pods--in
which case they are called “calabashes”--in the very simple way that
you can easily make a cocoanut-shell do duty for a basin or a cup.
The contents of the bowls are poured into a hole in the ground or a
scooped-out hollow in the trunk of a fallen tree, and the milk is
coagulated with the help of soap, lime, or potash. After a few days the
lumps of caucho are pressed together into square blocks, the market
name for which is “Peruvian Slab.”
Some of the milk sticks in the cuts and becomes coagulated through
exposure to the air. About a fortnight after a tree has been felled
the congealed caucho is picked out of the wounds. It comes away in
stringlike strips, which are wound into balls. Some of these caucho
balls are very roughly made; others are put together in a most pleasing
way--the narrow golden strips are prettily interlaced the while they
are being wound into a compact, round bundle; in its finished state the
ball looks as if it had been fashioned from strips of bamboo by the
patient, skilful hands of a Japanese toymaker.
[Illustration:
_Malaysian Rubber Co._
NATIVE COAGULATING JELUTONG. _Page 41_]
CHAPTER VIII
DIFFERENT KINDS OF WILD RUBBER--_continued_
Beyond the Amazon Valley, the chief wild-rubber producing countries in
the New World are Central America and Mexico. Both are homelands of
the Castilloa, and Mexico has large areas of a rubber-giving shrub
called “Guayule.”
Now that you have seen how caucho is collected in South America, you
will, I feel sure, be all the more interested to get a peep at some
caucho-gatherers in Central America, who work in a different way. So
let us go to Nicaragua.
Once more we are standing in the maze of a tropical forest. Just in
front of us is a tree, which has big leaves hanging independently
of each other from either side of the branches. By the shape and
arrangement of its foliage we recognize it as a Castilloa. Under this
tree stands a semi-clad, brown figure. What a dwarf he looks! No
wonder; the tree with whose height you are unconsciously comparing his
stature is a giant, whose top-to-root measure is well over 100 feet.
The native is going to collect caucho-milk. He does not cut down the
tree, but taps it as it stands. With a big knife he makes V-shaped
cuts in the trunk, operating on the lower part from the ground, and
on the upper part from a hanging ladder. This rough-looking climbing
apparatus he has made for himself out of bush-rope. You can see for
yourself that it is easy enough for him to find bush-rope in this
forest; from the branches of numbers of the trees around hang lengths
of naturally-corded fibre, some of it stringlike, much of it thicker
than any rope that is ever made in a factory.
The caucho-milk runs out from the cuts and trickles down the trunk into
a calabash. When the collector has tapped several trees, he puts all
the milk into an old pan, and adds to it some watery juice which he
has obtained from a particular variety of creeper. He then stirs the
mixture, and in a little time the rubber coagulates into lumps, which
float on the surface. He takes these pieces of rubber out of the pan,
and kneads them into flat, round “biscuits.”
Our next visit is to Mexico. Here we will not go into the forests,
among the caucho-gatherers; for time is pressing, and rather than look
at similar sights to those with which we are already acquainted, we
choose to make for a part of this country where we can watch, amidst
quite new surroundings, a novel process of obtaining rubber from a
plant which is quite different from any we can see elsewhere.
We are on the stony soil of a Mexican plain, standing knee-deep in
scrub. As far as the eye can reach in every direction the ground is
covered with dwarfish vegetation, which consists of a shrub called
“guayule.”
Guayule covers acres upon acres of the Mexican plains. It contains
a large amount of rubber, which is secreted by all the plant-cells.
Unlike most rubber-giving vegetation, this shrub does not yield its
riches in the form of milk; the milk naturally coagulates within the
cells and forms tiny particles of rubber. Presently you will see how
these particles are routed out of their hiding-place.
In the district we have come to visit, several Mexicans are busy
gathering in a harvest of guayule. As you watch them at work, you
notice that they pull up some of the shrubs by the roots, but others
they pass by. No, the plants they leave in the ground are not by any
means poor specimens; they are young guayules, as yet under 18 inches
high, which are being left to grow and furnish another crop.
Presently we espy quite a number of donkeys coming leisurely along
towards us over the plain. They have been down to a packing-shed close
by with a load of guayule, and are now returning for another load. When
they reach the harvest-field, great bundles of the shrub are piled up
on their backs, until we can hardly see anything of the useful little
beasts but a row of heads and an array of paws. However, their burden
is not so heavy as its bulk would have us imagine. We follow the
caravan of donkeys to the packing-shed and see them unloaded. Then we
watch the guayule being pitched by hand into crates and tightly jammed
therein by being jumped on by the packers. When the bales are taken out
of the crates they remind us of trusses of hay. The bales are weighed,
stacked in carts, and taken to the factory.
Seated on a bale in one of these carts, we, too, go to the factory.
Here we see the crop of guayule being crushed between rollers, and
for the moment we are reminded of a sugar-mill. The crushed plant,
a mixture of bits of wood and atoms of rubber, is conducted to a
pebble-mill, which is a drum half filled with stones and water. The
mill is rotated, and the rubbing action which is thus set up rolls the
rubber into larger pieces and grinds the wood to pulp.
The mixture is now pumped into large tanks. The rubber, being lighter
than water, floats; the wood, being heavier, sinks. The rubber is
skimmed off and purified, after which it is washed and put into bags
ready to go to market.
Guayule rubber is of sufficiently good quality to be used for all but
the highest class rubber goods, such as surgical appliances.
CHAPTER IX
DIFFERENT KINDS OF WILD RUBBER--_continued_
The chief wild-rubber producing countries in the Old World are Africa,
Northern India, and the East Indies.
In Africa, the rubber-giving plants are the _Funtumia elastica_, a
medium-sized tree, and several varieties of vine whose family name
is Landolphia. Both plants flourish in the tropical forests of West
Africa, extending from Soudan to the Congo, and embracing large
areas in Liberia, Gold Coast, Southern Nigeria, and the Cameroons.
Landolphias grow profusely in these same forests, and in the more
northerly West African districts of Senegal, Gambia, and Sierra Leone;
they also abound in British East Africa and neighbouring territory.
Funtumias are tapped on the “herring-bone” system. A native climbs
one of the trees, and as he ascends he makes a wide cut vertically
up the trunk with a somewhat clumsy chisel or gouge; on his downward
journey he makes numerous branch cuts, which run into the central
one alternately on the right and left sides at an angle of about 45
degrees. The milk which comes out of the side cuts trickles down
into the central channel, where it mixes with the milk which is
oozing out therefrom. The whole supply thus finds its way down to a
calabash or pot, which is placed on the ground at the terminus of the
“herring-bone” or “featherstitch” system.
The more destructive method of felling the trees is also adopted by the
collectors of Funtumia milk.
The rubber is prepared from the milk in several ways. The most common
methods are the addition of the juice of another plant, and the burying
of the milk in holes scooped out of the ground. In the latter case, an
oblong hole, 2 to 3 feet deep, is made, and the inside of it is coated
with clay. When the clay is dry, the milk is poured into the hole,
over which is placed a lid of leaves or boughs. Under this treatment,
about six weeks have to elapse before the change called “coagulation”
is brought about, and then the results are far from satisfactory. When,
at last, the hole is uncovered, there is a lump of rubber in place of
the milk, but it usually contains a great deal of uncoagulated and
partially coagulated latex. The lumps are put in the sun to dry, after
which they are taken home to a forest hut. Here they are stored until
such time as some of the natives set forth for the nearest centre of
civilization, to dispose of a stock of rubber to the merchants. The
lumps are carried to town in native-made baskets, which in shape are
rather like the baskets commonly used by us for soiled linen.
The product prepared from Funtumia milk is generally known as “Lagos
silk rubber.”
Landolphias are large vines, which often creep up to the tops of the
highest trees in the forest. They have stout stems which twist and
turn, interlace and knot themselves together into a tangled mass. They
are among the most picturesque of forest plants, for not only have they
the habit of climbing up the trees and intermingling with the branches
in a very decorative manner, but many of them bear beautiful flowers
and brightly coloured fruit.
To tap Landolphias, the natives make cuts in the stems. The milk is
collected and coagulated in numerous ways. Sometimes it is allowed to
flow to the ground, sometimes it is caught in pots or calabashes, which
are hung by a handle on to the stem of the vine, at the spots where the
cuts are made. It may be left to coagulate by itself, or the change may
be brought about by the assistance of heat, or of some plant-juice,
which is known to produce the desired effect. Sometimes a native smears
the milk over his body, and peels off the skin of rubber into which it
is changed by his own warmth.
Some of the Landolphias have underground stems, or “rhizomes,” which,
when pounded, yield “root rubber.”
Landolphia rubber is sent to market in many forms, of various shapes
and sizes. Balls, lumps, biscuits, morsels called “thimbles,” strips,
and twists are some of the commonest forms in which it is exported.
Africa is an important centre of wild rubber supplies from the point of
view of the quantity of the material available in the forests. But the
quality of African rubber is much inferior to that of Para, the rubber
that sets the standard by which all other varieties must expect to be
judged. The inferiority of African rubber is partly due to the milk
from which it is made, but is largely the result of the way in which
the milk is collected and coagulated. The work is all done by natives,
men and women, whose one idea is to get as much rubber as possible in
the easiest way. They are not at all careful to keep the milk free
from dirt and impurities, and there is no science in their method of
coagulating it. However, England, France and Belgium, who between them
own the rubber-producing colonies of Africa, are hoping to improve the
quality of African rubber. You will understand why they are so anxious
to bring about changes for the better in this respect when I tell you
more about the growing popularity of plantation rubber, the rival of
all wild rubber.
There is one kind of rubber plant which all of you must have seen. It
is grown here in pots, and is much used for indoor decoration. Its
botanical name is _Ficus elastica_.
When you see _Ficus elastica_ in its native element, you can hardly
believe that it is exactly the same species of vegetation as the small
“rubber plants” whose acquaintance you have made in many a hall and
drawing-room. At home, on the lower slopes of the mountains of Northern
India--in Darjeeling, Sikkim, Bhotan, Assam, and Burma--and in Java and
Sumatra, it is a big tree, which has very peculiar habits. In the early
years of its life the tree has a single trunk, with numerous branches.
The branches soon begin to let down bush-ropes, which in growing
reach to the ground. Here they enter the soil and take root, and as
these new roots spread, the bush-ropes develop into big trunks. A
well-established Ficus is a most curious sight. It has claimed for its
own an extensive ground space, the whole surface of which is occupied
by exposed roots. Rising from their midst is a crowd of large trunks;
and high and low among the branches are the aerial roots, from which
all but one of the crowd came into existence as bush-ropes.
[Illustration: TAPPING A RUBBER-VINE, BELGIAN CONGO. _Page 39_]
To get at the Ficus milk, the natives hack great pieces out of the
trunks of the trees. Like the Africans, they sacrifice quality to
quantity in their general methods of collecting and preparing their
rubber.
The material made from Ficus milk is commonly known as Assam rubber.
Rubber of various qualities is now made from the latex of the Jelutong
tree. This tree, which is a giant among forest giants, flourishes in
the jungles of Sarawak, Borneo, Sumatra, and Malaya. The tapping of
Jelutong is roughly done by natives, and the milk is coagulated by the
help of petroleum.
CHAPTER X
KINDRED PRODUCTS TO RUBBER
Distinct from rubber, but closely akin to it, are the two materials
known as “gutta-percha” and “balata.”
The gutta-percha tree has its home in the Far East, in Malay, the East
Indies, and the South Sea Islands. The trees are sometimes tapped as
they stand, by a similar method of V-shaped cuts as is practised by the
Nicaraguans in tapping Castilloas. Sometimes they are felled, trunk and
branches being then ringed with cuts.
Gutta milk, like rubber milk, is white. Sometimes it flows freely, in
which case it is collected in cups or calabashes. It always coagulates
very quickly, sometimes so rapidly that none runs out of the cuts;
these get filled up with solid strips, which can be pulled off.
Frequently it runs so gently that it can be collected on a bit of
coagulated gutta. When a small pellet of solidified gutta is rolled
along a cut, the fresh milk sticks to it, and quickly hardens. In some
districts the free-flowing gutta milk is coagulated by boiling. In
others it is left to itself to turn into a thick cream, and is then
coated over a piece of completely coagulated gutta.
Most of the gutta-gathering is done by natives, who deal very roughly
with the trees, and are not at all particular about the quality of
the material they prepare. But Britain and Holland, who own territory
in those parts of the world where the gutta-percha tree grows, are
anxious to improve the conditions under which the raw gutta industry is
carried on. Already some desirable changes have been brought about, and
efforts are being made to introduce other reforms in connection with
working methods and general organization. Under European supervision,
gutta-percha is now extracted from the leaves of the tree. And there
is an estate, belonging to the Netherland Indian Government, where the
best varieties of gutta-trees are being cultivated, to make up for the
scarcity of them that has been brought about by the destructive methods
of the native workers in the forests.
Gutta-percha lacks some of the valuable qualities of rubber: it is not
elastic, in ordinary temperatures it is quite hard, and when it gets
very dry it is brittle. For manufacturing purposes it has to be heated,
when it can be moulded into the desired form; but as it cools, it
hardens again. It is used chiefly for insulating submarine cables.
Balata is the product of a tree which flourishes in the forests
of British Guiana, a little-known but magnificent country in the
north-eastern corner of South America. The forests of British Guiana
are a continuation of the forests of the Amazon, which they closely
resemble. At present, they are only known to a few explorers, the
balata-bleeders, a few seekers after gold and diamonds, and odd
travellers who like to get away from the beaten tracks. In all my
wanderings East and West, I have had few such delightful experiences,
none more interesting and novel, than my trip to these forests.
Yet, although they occupy by far the greater part of a British
Colony, which is about equal in size to England, not one Briton in a
thousand knows anything about them. Indeed, so little does the Mother
Country appreciate the importance of owning a part, although only a
comparatively small part, of the rapidly developing Continent of South
America, that very few Britons know British Guiana by name even, and
the majority of these imagine it is the same country as British New
Guinea.
[Illustration: (1) TAPPING RUBBER VINE (FICUS). _Page 40_
(2) EXTRACTING GUTTA-PERCHA, NEW GUINEA. _Page 42_]
Most of the balata-bleeders are negroes, the present-day natives of the
Colony. The life they lead is rough and solitary, very much like that
of a seringueiro.
The balata-gathering season begins in the latter part of May, but weeks
before this many of the labourers have to set out on the long journey
to the particular part of the forest where their work lies. They are
employed, under contract, by companies who hold licences to collect
balata from such or such tracts of the forest, called “grants.” All
employees are paid according to the results they can show in solid
balata, so much for every pound of the material; but they must go where
they are sent to find it, and getting there is such a difficult and
trying business that work may well be considered to begin with the
journey to the grants.
Balata trees grow wild throughout the Colony. Sometimes they are found
in groups, sometimes scattered about amidst the many other varieties of
trees which crowd the forest. Some of the grants that are being worked
are in the lower valleys of the rivers. But in a country where “inland”
is a dense barrier of virgin bush, with its face quite close to the
coast, it is a long journey even to districts which are said to be
“most accessible,” because they happen to be nearer than others to some
place where there is a town or village. Many of the most accessible
balata-grants are a two or three weeks’ journey away from the nearest
centre of civilization. And it takes from four to six weeks to reach
some of the remote ones in the far interior.
The rivers, with their tributaries and creeks, are the only means of
communication with the grants. Owing to the enterprise of Sprostons,
a local firm, and, in later years, to a Government service of river
transport, there are steamer and launch facilities on nearly all the
main rivers, but although the vessels can perform marvellous feats in
the way of shooting rapids and manipulating falls, sooner or later
the terminus of each civilized, up-country service is fixed by long
stretches of disturbed waters, which cannot possibly be navigated by
big craft.
To the majority of the balata-bleeders, the river steamers are a great
boon. But even when these men are going to one of the grants not far
removed in miles from a steamer terminus, they are pretty sure to have
to rough it on the last part of their journey, for nearly all the
grants are situated on the banks of a tributary or creek.
Here is a rough sketch of one journey in which use can be made of the
civilized travelling facilities. The balata-bleeders leave Georgetown,
the capital of British Guiana, in the early morning, and go by steamer
up the Demerara River. By midday they have passed the bounds of
cultivated country; the Demerara sugar-cane lands have given place to
virgin forest. By about five in the afternoon they reach Wismar, where
they leave the steamer. Here, thanks again to Sprostons’ determined
efforts to open up the Colony, there is a train awaiting them. Right
through the heart of the forest runs the only bit of railway-line in
the whole interior of British Guiana, connecting Wismar on the Demerara
River, with Rockstone on the Essequibo.
Why, as they want to get on the Essequibo, do they not go by boat
direct through its mouth, and upstream to Rockstone by its course?
Time was when the balata-bleeders bound for Essequibo grants were
obliged to follow this route; but many were the lives that were lost in
the dangerous falls that block the lower part of the river. The railway
was built to complete a safe passage round to Rockstone, above these
falls, via the Demerara River and a cross-country cut.
The run from Wismar to Rockstone, which takes about a couple of hours,
completes the first day’s stage of the journey. After a night’s rest
in a wooden shanty, the travellers must follow one of two methods
for proceeding on their way. They can at once take to small boats,
or they can go on by launch for a couple of days before being
actually compelled to adopt the slowest and most laborious means of
river-transit.
The visitor to Rockstone is sure to see some open boats tied up to the
landing-stage. On first making the acquaintance of these rough-looking
little craft, he imagines they are merely for the use of men who want
to go a-fishing for a few hours, or for anyone who has to make short
river-trips. On going down to the landing-stage a few hours later--if
he is in this part of the world during the early months of the year--he
is surprised to find that some of those old tubs have been transformed
into tent-boats, that the space beneath each awning is crowded with
stacks of small cargo, such as packing-cases, hammocks, pots and pans,
and that round and above the piled-up goods and chattels stretch long
lengths of string laden with calabashes. He is still more surprised
when he learns that a large party of balata-bleeders is about to set
forth in these boats on a two, three, or four weeks’ journey. Not an
inch of accommodation does there seem to be left for passengers; yet
several men manage to squeeze into each boat. They pass long day after
long day in their cramped quarters, smoking, gossiping, dozing, and
taking their turn at the paddles. At night they go ashore, and camp in
the forest; they light a fire, have a picnic, sling their hammocks,
and turn into sleep until daylight makes it possible for them to get a
little farther on their way to work. On days when they have to navigate
one set of rapids after another, and drag the boat overland past fall
after fall, it is but a very little farther they are able to push
forward.
The labourers who leave Rockstone by launch find little boats waiting
for them when they reach the camp that is situated at the terminus of
civilized travelling facilities in the wilds. They then have to rough
it for the rest of their journey.
[Illustration: BALATA BLEEDERS LEAVING SPROSTONS’ STELLING AT
ROCKSTONE, BRITISH GUIANA. _Page 46_
Note large number of calabashes for catching the gum]
On one of the riverways which leads to many grants, there is no steamer
or launch to help the labourers on their way. The work of paddling
the boats along this route is made specially hard by masses of grass,
which drift down from the Savannahs. A way has to be hacked through the
floating barriers with cutlasses. You can imagine what a difficult task
this is when I tell you that the grass on the water is sometimes so
firm that people can walk on it.
When a balata-bleeder reaches his destination he builds himself
a hut--a wooden framework, thatched with leaves. Then he makes a
dabree, a large tray about half a foot deep, in which balata latex is
coagulated. The dabree is composed of closely-fitted strips of palm,
the crevices between which are filled with damp clay or earth. The
joins are dried in the sun, after which the tray is made water-tight
with a lining of balata. When the dabree has been fitted to a frame,
and a screen of palm-leaves has been put up on the windward side to
keep off the rain, the whole construction looks very much like a
bedstead.
Next comes the work of locating balata-trees within the appointed
tract. This is a serious version of the game of hide-and-seek. The
trees are concealed somewhere--anywhere among other trees and a tangle
of undergrowth and overgrowth; the darkie who has come to find them has
to clear the way for every step he takes in looking for them. After he
has discovered a number of them, he makes his plans for going the round
of these to collect a supply of latex.
Each tree is tapped by means of a cutlass, an implement which the
British Guiana negro uses for cutting anything from a loaf of bread to
a path through the bush. The cuts are made in featherstitch pattern,
running from the base of the trunk to a great height thereon. The
operator stands on the ground to make the lower ones; when he has
reached as far up as he can in this way, he climbs the tree by means
of a bush-rope ladder, or hauls himself up in a rope cradle, or on
stirrups made by twisting a rope spirally round the trunk. At the base
of the trunk a calabash is put, and the latex trickles down into this
by way of the zigzag cuts.
The latex is poured into the dabree, where it naturally coagulates into
sheets. These sheets are hung up first on the framework of the dabree
to drain, and then in a shed to dry ready for being sent down to town,
to the owners of the grant.
Under peril of losing their licence, the owners are responsible for
seeing that their labourers obey certain regulations, which have been
made with a view to keeping the balata-trees in good condition. No tree
may be tapped until its trunk measures 3 feet round at a distance of 4
feet from the ground. Only half the trunk surface may be bled in one
season; the cuts must not exceed a given depth, must not be more than
1-1/2 inches wide, and there must be a distance of at least 10 inches
between any two of them. No part of a tree may be retapped until the
old wounds have quite healed, a process which takes from four to five
years.
Balata is largely used for machinery-belting.
CHAPTER XI
THE STORY OF PLANTATION RUBBER
The earliest experiment in cultivating rubber was made only as far back
as the seventies of last century. And it is only within the present
century that cultivated rubber, or, as it is more generally called,
“plantation rubber,” has become a power in the industrial world.
The hero of the romantic story of that earliest experiment is Mr. H.
A. Wickham. After long and careful study of Wild Rubber-trees in the
Brazilian forests, Mr. Wickham came to the conclusion that it would
be possible to cultivate these valuable trees, and that the Eastern
Tropics would prove particularly suitable as a home for their adoption.
Experienced agriculturists and everyone connected with the rubber
business looked upon these ideas as the wild dreams of a man who had
more imagination than sense.
Nothing daunted, Mr. Wickham determined that at least he would put to
the test his theory that rubber seeds sown by man would grow quite as
well as seeds scattered by the trees themselves, provided they were
reared in suitable soil and in a similar climate to that of their
forest home. He began to plant seeds of the Hevea tree in Brazil,
turning into a nursery for them a piece of ground near to where he was
living at the time.
Little did he think then that the day was not far distant when he would
be given an opportunity of putting his theory to the test on a very
much bigger scale, and in the East, too.
In 1871 this energetic pioneer had published a book entitled “Rough
Notes of a Journey through the Wilderness,” wherein were included
drawings, made by himself, of the leaf, seed-pod, and seed of the
_Hevea brasiliensis_. These drawings came under the notice of Sir
Joseph Hooker, who was then Director of Kew Gardens, and attracted
his attention to the subject of rubber cultivation. Sir Joseph soon
became keenly interested in Mr. Wickham’s ideas. Not only did he favour
the theory that rubber-trees could be cultivated, but he fully agreed
that the Eastern Tropics would make a capital experimental nursery
for them, and thought that the East ought not to neglect so promising
a possibility of agricultural development. He managed to win for the
cause of rubber cultivation its third supporter, Sir Clements Markham
of the India Office. Sir Clements, in his turn, did his best to
interest his colleagues in the proposed new branch of agriculture, with
the result that in 1876 the Indian Government agreed to find the money
for the introduction into India of “the tree which produced the true
'Para’ rubber of commerce.”
Mr. Wickham, who was still living in the up-country region of Brazil,
was deputed to carry out the commission. His instructions were to
obtain a large number of Hevea seeds, and get them delivered to the
Indian Government. Although he was not hampered by any restrictions
as to ways or means, this was a difficult enough task. The seeds
would have to be collected at the particular season when they ripen;
they would have to be very carefully packed for their journey so that
they should not get damp, and yet should obtain enough ventilation to
keep them alive; they must not be very long out of the ground; and,
if anyhow possible, they must be got out of the country without the
Government of Brazil knowing what was happening, for the authorities
might say they would not allow them to be taken away.
If Brazil had known what a certain ship which left the country in
the early part of 1876 was carrying, and if she had guessed what a
revolution in the rubber world its cargo was destined to bring about,
there is little doubt but that she would have seen to it that no Hevea
seeds ever went to foreign lands.
But I am anticipating a state of affairs which is present-day history.
Here, in his own words, is the romantic story of how Mr. Wickham
accomplished his task.
“Whilst I was still boxing about for, or to find, some practicable way,
the few European planters in that remote locality were surprised and
startled by news of the arrival on the great river of a fully-equipped
ocean liner. This was not a little added to on receipt of an invitation
to a dinner on board the ss. _Amazonas_, Captain Murray, as the first
of the new line of 'Inman Line Steamships, Liverpool to the Alto-Amazon
direct.’ The thing was well done. The ship’s boats took us off at
Santarem, and we found the ship dressed out in blue lights. We were
entertained by the two gentlemen, as in charge of 'inauguration of the
new line.’ We had an altogether unlooked-for good evening on board,
with a well-appointed supper in the saloon. The following day she went
on her way for the Upper Amazon. I then thought no more about the
episode in rumination on any conceivable means of effecting my purpose
with regard to getting out a stock of the Para rubber-tree; and the
more anxiously as I knew the season for the ripening of the seed on the
trees in the forest to be drawing near.
“Then occurred one of those chances such as a man has to take at
top-tide or lose for ever.
“The startling news came down the river that our fine ship, the
_Amazonas_, had been abandoned, and left on the captain’s hands, after
having been stripped by the two gentlemen supercargoes (our late
hospitable entertainers!), and that without so much as a stick of cargo
for return voyage to Liverpool. I determined to plunge for it. It
seemed to present an occasion either 'to make my spoon or to spoil the
horn.’ It was true I had no cash on hand out there, and to realize on
an incipient plantation, in such a place and situation, was quite out
of the question. The seed was even then beginning to ripen on the trees
in the _Monte alto_--the high forest. I knew that Captain Murray must
be in a fix, so I wrote to him, boldly chartering the ship on behalf of
the Government of India; and I appointed to meet him at the junction of
the Tapajos and Amazon Rivers by a certain date.
“There was no time to lose. Hurriedly getting an Indian canoe,
posting up the right coast of the Tapajos, and traversing the broad
river--rather ticklish work in a small canoe at that season--I struck
back from the left shore for the deep woods, the _Monte alto_, wherein
I knew were to be found the big, full-grown Hevea trees....
“Working with as many Tapüyo Indians as I could get together at
short notice, I daily ranged the forest, and packed on our backs in
Indian pannier baskets as heavy loads of seeds as we could march down
under. I was working against time. Sometimes, however, during times
of rest, I would sit down and look into the leafy arches above, and
as I gazed, become lost in the wonderful beauty of the upper system
overhead--a world of life complete within itself. This is the abode
of strange forms of life, strangely plumaged birds, and elfish little
_ti-ti_ monkeys, which never descend to the dark soil throughout their
lives, but swing and gambol in the aërial gardens of dainty forms and
sweet-smelling orchids, for every great tree supports an infinite
variety of plant life. All overhead seemed the very exuberance of
animal and vegetable existence, and below, its contrast--decay and
darkness. Here and there a mass of orchid, carried from above by the
fall of some withered branch, sickening into pallor, thrust out from
the vitalizing air and life above.
“I got the Tapüyo village maids to make up open-work baskets or crates
of split _Calamus_ canes for receiving the seed, first, however, being
careful to have them slowly but well dried on mats in the shade, before
they were put away with layers of dried wild banana leaf betwixt each
layer of seed, knowing how easily a seed so rich in a drying-oil
becomes rancid or too dry, and so losing all power of germination. Also
I had the crates slung up to the beams of the Indian lodges to insure
ventilation.
“I was working against time. It was true that the seed would still
continue to ripen, and to fall from the trees for another month or so,
but it would be inexpedient to risk the vitality of some thousands I
had succeeded in securing. The rendezvous with Captain Murray of the
_Amazonas_ would soon fall due at the river mouth, and if I missed
that, when and how another such opportunity? I had got to look upon
the heavy oily seeds in their dappled skins as become very precious,
after having backed them down so many long days tramping across the
forest plateaux, and so lost no time in getting them carefully stowed
under the _tolda_ of the canoe, and starting away downstream, duly
meeting the steamer, as appointed, at the mouth of the Tapajos.
“I found Murray crabbed and sore from the experiences with his two
rascally supercargoes. It appeared they had given instructions to land
the whole of the trade-goods with which his ship had been freighted
ostensibly for purchase of incoming rubber-season crop at the town of
Manaos. He was then to anchor his ship at the _boca_ of the Rio Negro
and 'await orders,’ they meanwhile to dispose of the goods, and to
advise when they had got together sufficient rubber in order to load
ship for the return trip. The time becoming unaccountably long, he
landed, and on making inquiry he could only learn that the goods had
indeed been disposed of, but no one could give any information as to
his two supercargoes, and so found himself left with an empty ship on
his hands.
“For my part, as the fine ship sped on her way with my prospective
Hevea so far safe aboard, slung up fore and aft in their crates in the
roomy, empty forehold, I became more and more exercised and concerned
with a new anxiety, so as not much to heed Murray’s grumpiness. We
were bound to call in at the city of Para, as the port of entry, in
order to obtain clearance for the ship before we could go to sea. I
was perfectly certain in my mind that if the authorities guessed the
purpose of what I had on board, we should be detained under plea for
instruction from the Central Government at Rio, if not interdicted
altogether. I had heard of the difficulties encountered in the Clements
Markham introduction of the _Chinchonas_ in getting them out from
the Montaña of Peru. Any such delay would have rendered my precious
freight quite valueless and useless. But again fortune favoured. I had
'a friend at court’ in the person of Consul Green. He, quite entering
into the spirit of the thing, went himself with me on a special call
on the Barão do S----, 'chief of the Alfandiga,’ and backed me up as
I represented 'to his Excellency my difficulty and anxiety, being in
charge of, and having on board a ship anchored out in the stream,
exceedingly delicate botanical specimens specially designated for
delivery to Her Britannic Majesty’s own Royal Gardens of Kew. Even
while doing myself the honour of thus calling on his Excellency, I
had given orders to the captain of the ship to keep up steam, having
ventured to trust that his Excellency would see his way to furnish me
with immediate dispatch.’ An interview most polite, full of mutual
compliments in best Portuguese manner, enabled us to get under way as
soon as Murray had got the dingey hauled aboard.
“Now fairly away, I could breathe freely, and soon had the hatches off
with the open-work crates slung up on lines fore and aft in the air,
and free of danger from ship’s rats. Again blessed with fine weather, I
was able to keep the hatches off all the way over.
“I got Murray to put me ashore at Havre, and there posted over to
Kew, saw Sir Joseph Hooker, so as to enable him to dispatch a night
goods-train to meet the ship _Amazonas_ on arrival at the Liverpool
docks.
“June, 1876, was a time of commotion at Kew, as they were compelled to
turn out orchid and propagating houses for service, and to make room
for the sudden and all-unexpected inroad of the Hevea; but Sir Joseph
was not a little pleased. The Hevea did not fail to respond to the care
I had bestowed on them. A fortnight afterwards the glass-houses at Kew
afforded (to me) a pretty sight--tier upon tier--rows of young Hevea
plants, 7,000 and odd of them.”*
* “On the Plantation, Cultivation, and Curing of Para Indian
Rubber,” by H. A. Wickham (Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner and Co.).
CHAPTER XII
HISTORIC DEVELOPMENTS
When the Para seedlings were ready to be transplanted into the open,
India could not afford to adopt them. So the majority of them were
sent to Ceylon, and small batches to Burma, Java, and Singapore. The
West Indies, too, were given a few to experiment with, but the seeds
had been obtained specially for the purpose of introducing Para rubber
into the East, so naturally the seedlings were nearly all distributed
throughout the Eastern Tropics.
Most of the seedlings that went to Ceylon were planted in the Botanic
Gardens at Heneratgoda, near Colombo, which were specially opened in
the low-country region as an experimental centre of rubber cultivation.
A few of them, however, were given a home in the island’s world-famous
Gardens at Peradeniya, in the up-country neighbourhood of Kandy. The
plants at Heneratgoda flowered for the first time in 1881, at the
age of five; those at Peradeniya did not flower until 1884.
[Illustration: (1) CEARA RUBBER TREE IN CEYLON. _Page 64_
(2) PARA RUBBER TREES, 27 MONTHS OLD, CEYLON. _Page 65_
_From photographs in the Ceylon Section of the Imperial Institute, by
permission_]
There are differences of opinion as to the career of the seedlings
which went to Singapore. It is known that as early as 1880, some Hevea
trees were in flower at Perak, a mid-region of the Malay Peninsula,
and that in 1881 some of those in the Botanic Gardens at Singapore,
in the south of the Peninsula, bore fruit. These trees may have been
reared from Kew seedlings; or they may have been grown from cuttings
of the young trees at Peradeniya, sent over to Singapore in 1877; or,
again, they may have been transplanted one-year-olds from Ceylon. In
any case, Heveas in the Malay Peninsula were yielding seed as early as
their near relatives in Ceylon. And it is the seed supply of these two
countries that has brought into existence the numerous and vast rubber
plantations that now occupy a very large area of the Eastern Tropics.
For quite a long time rubber-growing was generally looked upon as a
new hobby for botanists, and anyone who prophesied a commercial future
for plantation rubber was dubbed a crank. Meanwhile, enthusiasts on
the staff of the Botanic Gardens in Ceylon and Malaya continued to
ride their hobby-horse, in that they devoted earnest attention to
the new specimens that had been placed under their care. As soon as
possible they began to take cuttings from the Hevea trees, and in
1878 no less than five hundred rooted plants were sent from Ceylon to
British Burma and Madras. Then came the time when the trees began to
furnish a good supply of seeds. By 1886, both Ceylon and Malaya were
in a position to begin distributing seeds among other countries that
wanted to experiment in rubber cultivation, and in the course of the
next few years supplies were sent to Queensland, Java, Fiji, Borneo,
East Africa, and Jamaica. But in most cases the packages went to
botanists--with an odd exception or two, planters and business men in
general would have nothing to do with rubber cultivation.
Presently, the planters in the Malay Peninsula found themselves
in a very desperate position. They had been growing coffee, and
doing splendidly with the crop, but conditions now conspired to
cut down their profits to such an extent that their only chance of
not being utterly ruined was to give up competing in the coffee
market. In despair they began to plant Hevea. This change only took
place as recently as 1895. And still the planters of Ceylon could
afford to laugh at the idea of anyone trying to make money out of
rubber-growing--they were doing well with their tea.
The pioneers in Malaya had a very hard struggle to keep their heads
above water whilst their rubber-trees were growing. They had to wait
five years before they could begin tapping, and few indeed were the
people with sufficient faith in what the harvest would be to advance
them any money for working expenses.
Came the day when motor-cars got so far beyond being a fashionable
craze that people began to realize they would soon be a necessary means
of locomotion in this age when everyone is in such a hurry. Rubber
tyres were going to be so much used in the near future, said someone
to somebody else, that it looked as if we should want more rubber than
was being supplied from the forests. The idea spread, and by 1898 a few
more people had become enthusiastic about rubber cultivation--larger
areas were put under Hevea in Malaya, and rubber planting was begun in
Ceylon, even though tea-growing was paying so well. By 1899 it had been
proved that Hevea trees would yield marketable rubber; in this year the
first cultivated Para rubber, prepared from the trees planted in Perak,
was sold in the London market at 3s. 10d. per pound.
But it was not until about 1905 that money was at all freely
forthcoming for rubber cultivation. Hitherto the planter who had
wanted to turn his estate into a company, because he lacked means for
its upkeep and development, could only hope for support from private
friends. Now that there was an actual output of plantation rubber from
the East, the great financiers who had looked upon any prophecy of such
a supply as a fairy tale began to think that it was worth while to
risk money in an enterprise which gave such sound promise of yielding
extraordinarily large profits. The amount of money that was now
available for rubber-growing gave scope for a considerable development
of the industry. The acreage under Hevea was increased on the existing
estates in Malaya, and jungle was cleared for the opening up of new
estates; in Ceylon, Hevea was planted on a large scale among the
flourishing tea-bushes, and rubber-planting was seriously undertaken in
the commercial spirit in other parts of the Eastern Tropics, also in
tropical lands of the West.
As yet, however, the public had not awakened to the money-making
possibilities of rubber cultivation. At last, in the spring of 1910,
they suddenly “discovered” plantation rubber. Some of the companies
owning Eastern estates which had been planted up with Hevea in 1905,
or earlier, had paid to their shareholders in 1909 interest amounting
to 80, 165, even 300 per cent., and tongues will very quickly wag into
fame an industry that yields such enormous profits. Also, the price of
rubber was going up, and people began to talk about the large number
of new uses to which the material was being put. It was now widely
believed that there would be such a shortage of rubber in the near
future that the supply would fetch famine prices, and consequently the
value of rubber shares would rise by leaps and bounds. The fact that
some people thought they stood to make money by a judicious purchase
of shares in certain estates, about the working of which they had some
knowledge, was now quite sufficient to persuade people who had never
given a moment’s serious attention either to the industry in particular
or to speculation in general that they could quickly make a fortune
by investing in any so-called Rubber Company. Whilst these ideas were
spreading like wildfire, the price of rubber was going up and up, until
at last, in the spring of 1910, the moment came when a feverishly
excited public made that historic run on rubber shares which is known
as the “Rubber Boom.”
CHAPTER XIII
THE RUBBER BOOM
The boom was a very big gamble, in which men and women of all classes
and nationalities took part. The great game was to buy shares, which
is to say, partnerships, in companies that went in for rubber-growing,
and to sell them within a few hours, or days, at a profit. The game
was played with great success by many people for several weeks. Two or
three examples will show you in plain figures how fortune-making was
possible.
At the beginning of the boom, the value of shares in a certain rubber
company was 19s. each; during the boom the great demand for these
shares forced their exchange price up to 70s. each. Suppose, therefore,
someone had bought 4,000 of them at the 19s. price; if he was lucky
enough, or smart enough, to sell them when they were fetching 70s.
each, he would clear, roughly, about £10,000, after paying commission
to a member of the Stock Exchange whom he had to employ to carry out
the deal for him. Again, on a certain night shares in another company
were selling at 27s. each. The next morning some favourable remarks
about this company’s rubber plantations appeared in the newspapers, and
so anxious were people to get shares in the concern that they at once
offered 35s. apiece for them. Therefore, people who had bought these
shares during the previous afternoon had the chance of selling them at
a profit of 8s. apiece within a few hours.
Under ordinary conditions, people buy shares with a view to holding
them, and receiving a proportion of the profits made by the enterprise
in which they have taken a partnership. During the Rubber Boom, no one
bought shares with this idea. The game, as I have told you, was to buy
at to-day’s price, utterly regardless of whether it was a fancy figure,
and trust to luck that very soon there would be some other people so
anxious to get the shares that they would be willing to give a much
bigger price for them.
The Boom provided a fine opportunity for cheating, of which some
people took advantage. The public were invited to buy so-called rubber
plantations, that were mere tracts of jungle. And genuine plantations
were offered to them for a sum much above their value. No one made
any inquiries as to what he was buying--all that anyone wanted at the
moment was a piece of paper which set forth that he was the owner of
some rubber shares, so that he could sell his rights to someone else at
a profit. But on the whole, seeing how big was the chance for cheating,
the public were not made victims by many unscrupulous folk. They were
their own worst enemies during the boom, for by their mad eagerness to
gamble in rubber shares, they forced up the price of shares in the many
thoroughly genuine plantations to a value that was out of proportion to
the profits which could be made on the rubber produced--at any rate,
for some time to come.
Of course, the day came at last when the public began to feel they were
playing a reckless game. Newspapers were warning them of the risks they
were running; rumours were abroad that certain shares were not worth a
penny, since they represented partnership rights in land which had not
been cleared of jungle, let alone planted up with a single rubber-tree;
hints were going round that the rubber-trees on some of the genuine
plantations were being overtapped in order that for the moment big
profits should be made at any cost, to compare well with the present
high price of shares. People saw themselves losing heavily, sooner
or later, if their shares were left on their hands. Now everyone was
feverishly anxious to sell, and hardly anyone wanted to buy. Prices
which had risen so rapidly went down with a slump even more rapidly.
More fortunes were lost in that Slump than were made during the Boom,
and some of the folk who were most badly hit in the end were people
who had won large sums at the beginning of the game, and had thus been
tempted to go on playing more and more recklessly.
Among the few who profited in the long-run were men who had pinned
their faith to plantation rubber long before the Boom. Some of them
had brought the rubber plantations into existence, had worked hard at
clearing jungle and planting rubber-trees, had struggled to pay their
way whilst they brought up those trees to producing stage, in the days
when the public would not have risked a penny on any such hazardous
venture as rubber-growing, even if they had been wide awake enough to
know that a few enthusiasts and a few hard-up planters were trying
to establish this new branch of agriculture. When these men had been
obliged to get a few friends to help them turn their property into a
partnership concern, because they wanted ready money to go on with,
they had taken some of the purchase price of their property in the
form of shares, so that they themselves could be partners. Fortunes
were also cleared by outsiders who had had enough faith in plantation
rubber to buy shares when the earliest planted estates were turned into
companies, for all the people who had taken over or bought shares for
a small sum were able to sell their partnership rights at a big profit
in the early days of Boom. Many of them bought back shares when prices
fell, and bargain after bargain was picked up during the Slump by
people who knew which companies possessed the best plantations.
You must not imagine that the crash put an end to rubber-growing. True,
the faith of the public in this industry had been roughly shaken at
the critical time when that faith was just beginning to bud; but the
industry was sufficiently well-established to withstand this check, and
go on fighting to attain its main object--to become more popular than
Wild Rubber with the manufacturer.
CHAPTER XIV
WILD RUBBER _v._ PLANTATION RUBBER
The Eastern Tropics are the chief seat of rubber-growing, and the
countries in which the principal plantations are situated are British
Malaya (Federated Malay States and Straits Settlements), Ceylon,
Java, Sumatra, and Borneo. Plantations have also been established in
Brazil, Central America, Mexico, the West Indies, British Guiana,
and West Africa. The bulk of the cultivated trees are of the _Hevea
brasiliensis_ variety, yielding what is known as Para rubber.
At present the only plantation rubber which wild rubber has to fear
is the Para that comes from the Eastern plantations. You remember how
recently the first rubber plantations were established in the East.
Here are a few facts which will give you a rough idea of the enormous
developments that have been brought about in a few years.
[Illustration: WEEDING YOUNG RUBBER IN MALAYA. _Page 76_]
[Illustration: LOADING RUBBER IN MALAYA. _Page 80_
_Both illustrations reproduced by kind permission of the Malay States
Information Agency_]
In the Malay Peninsula, upwards of 1,000,000 acres of land are planted
up with Hevea. Malaya has become the biggest rubber-producing country
in the world, its output having increased from 130 tons in 1905 to
140,000 tons in 1918, and being still on the up grade.
Among British rubber-producing countries, Ceylon holds second place of
honour for quantity of output, the quality of which is equal to that
of the Malaya product. Ceylon’s total output of raw rubber was nearly
13,000 tons for the period January to March, 1919, or about one-quarter
of the total output of Malaya for the same period.
Among the world’s rubber-producing countries, Brazil now comes second
on the list for quantity of output; but as regards quality, the best
Brazilian rubber still commands a slightly higher price than the best
grade plantation competitor.
In connection with the quantity test for order of precedence, it is
interesting to note that the Dutch East Indies, notably Java and
Sumatra, are running Brazil close for second place in the world’s
list of rubber producers; further, the quality of Dutch East Indian
plantation rubber is very good, so Brazil must look to her laurels if
she is to avoid being beaten by yet another competitor besides the
all-conquering Malaya.
To get a wide appreciation of the revolution that has taken place,
we must glance at a few more figures: In 1900, the world’s total
production of rubber was 53,890 tons, to which the Amazon Valley
forests contributed 26,750 tons, the rest of the world’s forests
27,136 tons, and the plantations the insignificant amount of 4 tons.
By 1913 (the last year of normal pre-war conditions), the world’s
total production had risen to 108,440 tons, to which the Amazon Valley
forests contributed 39,370 tons, other forests 21,452 tons, and the
plantations the then astounding amount of 47,618 tons; note that in
the short period of thirteen years the total from the plantations had
grown bigger than that from the Amazon Valley, and nearly as big as
the sum total of wild rubber from all sources of supply. By 1918, the
world’s rubber output had leapt up to 241,579 tons, to which Brazil
contributed 30,700 tons, and the rest of the world’s forests 9,929
tons, against 200,950 tons from the plantations--over 140,000 tons
of the plantation supply came from Malaya. The estimated output for
1919 is 382,000 tons, of which it is calculated that 339,000 tons will
come from the plantations; the extent of Malaya’s contribution to the
plantation total may be judged from the fact that her output for the
first six months of that year already totalled upwards of 128,000 tons.
You find these figures dull? Look at them again for a minute, then
pause and give your imagination rein. In 1900 a mere patch of the
British Empire is planted up experimentally with rubber trees,
raised from seed originally brought from the Amazon Valley under
adventure-story conditions; the total output is a mere 4 tons of
rubber. In 1918, much less than a quarter of a century later, rubber
plantations are occupying nearly three million acres of land, mostly
within our Empire, whilst the annual yield is up to 241,579 tons, and
is still rapidly increasing.
Does not the romance behind these figures begin to grip you? Never
in the whole world’s commercial history has so great a triumph been
achieved in so short a time and in the face of such difficulties as
the development of the plantation rubber industry. Here, indeed, is a
triumph that should make you proud of your countrymen, for the motive
power behind that development was British; for years the British
pioneers who paved the way to success were derided for their faith in
the new enterprise, and they almost had to pawn their shirts to meet
expenses whilst they were bringing the first plantations to bearing
stage. To those pioneers we owe Britain’s control of the rubber
industry, a weapon which went far towards helping the Allies win the
war against rubber-starved Germany.
[Illustration: (1) PARA RUBBER SEEDS AND PODS
(2) TAMIL COOLIE PLANTING RUBBER. _Page 72_
_From photographs in the Ceylon Section of the Imperial Institute, by
permission_]
You know, of course, some of the ways in which rubber was of priceless
value for the manufacture of munitions of war--tyres for motor lorries,
motor cars, and motor ambulances; aeroplane parts, waterproof boots,
ground sheets and macintoshes for the fighting men, surgical appliances
for the wounded. And despite the big demand for raw rubber, the
supplies on which we could draw were so abundant that the price of
the material fell, instead of soaring up and up, as was the case with
practically every other raw product under war conditions.
We have seen how the plantation rubber industry was developed through
a sound belief that the world’s demand for rubber would exceed forest
supplies. So great has been the development, that to-day some people
are prophesying all manner of catastrophes on the ground that the
supply will soon be exceeding the demand. On the other hand, there are
the optimists, who are well in the majority; they have their reasons
for looking on the bright side, and from what we know of the rubber
industry we find ourselves strongly in sympathy with their arguments.
They believe that under the renewal of peace conditions the world’s
demand for rubber will increase by even bigger proportions than it did
under war conditions. They admit that the call on rubber for active
service was only a temporary stimulus to the industry, but point out
that this artificial spur checked the natural growth of the industry
by interrupting the adoption of rubber in civil life. Before the
war, rubber was gaining ground with striking rapidity as the popular
material for a wide variety of necessities and luxuries; now that the
war is over, rubber has an opportunity of continuing its civil career
with phenomenal success, serving as an indispensable material for
reconstruction activities and for the business and pleasure facilities
of a progressive civilization. Motor traffic is bound to increase,
particularly in our less-developed and enterprising colonies, where the
making of roads suitable for motor transport is recognized as a primary
essential to the development of natural wealth, such as agricultural
possibilities and mineral deposits; up will go the demand for tyres,
and this is but one of the many ways in which already known uses for
rubber should make a bigger draw on the output of the raw material. It
is well within the bounds of possibilities that uses which have already
successfully passed the experimental stage may pass into the sphere of
practical life--for instance, rubber roadways and rubber tennis-courts.
And it is more than likely that many new uses for rubber will be
discovered.
Certainly, the outlook reveals chances of catastrophes--the price
of raw rubber has fallen perilously near to the lowest margin at
which Brazil can compete with the plantation product, but Brazil is
making some strenuous efforts to reduce the cost price of obtaining
forest supplies; on the other hand, disease is threatening the trees
on the Eastern plantations, but it has been scientifically treated
from the outset of its appearance, and no trouble and expense are
being spared to combat it. Still, whilst we do not shut our eyes
to the possibilities of disaster, we seem to see bright prospects
predominating, and to such an extent that we should not be surprised to
find ourselves, at no very distant date, experiencing another though
milder Rubber Boom.
CHAPTER XV
MAKING A RUBBER PLANTATION
We have come out to the East, to see for ourselves how rubber is
cultivated. And we have chosen to spend most of our little remaining
time together in the Malay Peninsula, since this is the country where
the largest area of land has been given over to rubber-trees, where
many of the finest plantations are situated, and where advanced methods
of cultivation and manufacture are most generally practised.
Our surroundings are very Oriental, yet there are many signs that
Western civilization is playing an important part in the life of this
country. When our ship dropped anchor in the harbour at Singapore,
we imagined that by some mistake we had been brought to a Chinese
port, instead of to our proper destination in the British Straits
Settlements. The quay was packed with Chinamen, or “boys,” as they are
all called when they belong to the working class, no matter whether
their age is six or sixty. When our luggage had been seized by as
many of the pig-tailed brigade as could manage to secure any one of
our belongings, when we and our traps had been taken possession of
by Chinese rickshaw coolies, and at last we were on the move again
each of us being jog-trotted along in a sort of invalid chair with a
picturesque, yellow-skinned ragamuffin in the shafts, we were even more
sure that we were in China, and the impression became stronger still as
we passed through street after street thronged with Chinese men, women,
and children, and lined with shops displaying Chinese wares, Chinese
signs over and around the doors, and Chinese lanterns for every-night
illuminations. Presently, as we emerged into a broad thoroughfare, we
found ourselves in totally different surroundings. The fine public
buildings, houses, shops, and hotels looked distinctly Western; several
times a minute trams and motors threatened to run down our rickshaws;
we saw many English faces, heard English being spoken freely, and
noticed that shops and hoardings gave us a great deal of information
in the English language. But now we were thoroughly puzzled as to the
nationality of Singapore. The crowd in the streets was cosmopolitan,
Western and Eastern in about equal proportions, but whilst undoubtedly
the West was represented mostly by English people, it was difficult to
make up our minds whether there were more Malays or Chinese among the
Eastern population.
[Illustration:
_M. S. Nakajima, Kuala Lumpur_
CARRYING LATEX TO FACTORY, IN MALAYA. _Page 81_]
Now that we have come up-country in the Malay Peninsula, it is more
difficult than ever to tell from our surroundings who is the ruling
power in the land. We see a few Europeans among a host of Orientals,
all of whom are called “natives,” although they represent many races.
We are in the midst of a highly cultivated district, which is entirely
devoted to rubber-growing; through its midst runs a railway, and
the interior is served by excellent roads. Yet everywhere in the
background rises a wall of jungle. We are right when we jump to the
conclusion that the rubber lands were once jungle too, and when we tell
ourselves that, in spite of the fact that the bulk of the population of
this Peninsula is Oriental, the plantations, roads, and railways owe
their origin to Western enterprise and a Western scheme of development.
The Malay Peninsula consists of the Straits Settlements--Singapore,
Malacca, Province Wellesley, the Dindings, and Penang, which are
British--and of a number of Native States. But British influence is
quickly becoming as active in the Native States as in those parts of
the country which are British possessions. Indeed, four of the native
divisions--Negri Sembilan, Selangor, Perak, and Pahang--are united as
the Federated Malay States, and administered on up-to-date progressive
British lines by a Federal Council. The Governor of the Straits
Settlements, who is High Commissioner of the Federated Malay States,
presides over the Council, and its membership consists further of the
Sultans of the four States in question, the British Resident of each,
and four unofficial members, three of whom are British and one Chinese.
Three other States have a British adviser, and the Sultan of Johore has
availed himself of the aid of a similar official to help him develop
his territory, particularly with a view to furthering the interests of
rubber-growing.
The principal rubber lands in Malaya are situated in the Straits
Settlements, the Federated Malay States, and Johore. We have come to
a rubber estate in the heart of the Federated Malay States, where the
plantation area is about to be enlarged. Another tract of jungle is to
be cleared and planted with Hevea.
For days we watch the clearing being made. First the undergrowth is
cut, then the trees are felled. When these preparations are complete,
a light is put to the great mass of unwanted vegetation. A big bonfire
is soon raging, and when this has burnt itself out, the jungle tract
has given place to a clearing that is strewn with charred stumps and a
wreckage of trunks. When the clearing has had time to cool, a central
road is made, and the land is divided into blocks by side-paths.
Little Heveas are now brought from an open-air nursery and planted in
rows, between the stump and trunk ghosts of the dead jungle. These
little Heveas have been grown from seed on a very much smaller piece of
ground than that over which they are now distributed. They do not want
very much room until they are about a year old, and by the method of
putting treelings, instead of seeds, in a clearing, the plantation is
brought to bearing-stage in about four years instead of five.
There is a great difference of opinion as to what distance apart the
young plants should be put in the ground when they are transferred
to their permanent home in the clearing. Some planters put in three
or four hundred to the acre, and obtain quite good results; others
maintain that the trees are overcrowded, and cannot possibly grow to
their full size, if more than fifty occupy one acre of land. Generally
speaking, from one hundred to two hundred trees are planted per acre at
the present time.
Jungle clearing is always done in the way we have seen up to the
bonfire stage of the proceedings. But in some cases, further
preparations are made before planting begins. Stumps are uprooted,
and removed with all the wreckage left by the fire, so that the land
to be planted is quite clean. This more thorough method is followed by
growers who prefer not to run any risk of their rubber-trees becoming
infected by possible disease among the trees that formerly occupied the
ground; but complete clearing is a long and costly business.
Grassland is sometimes used for rubber-growing. Paths are cleared and
the rubber is planted in rows, between strips of grass; or the whole of
a given area is completely cleared before planting is begun. The most
common grass, called _lalang_, is the worst pest with which many of the
planters have to contend. It is difficult to uproot, and any that may
be left in the ground spreads very rapidly.
In Malaya the work of clearing is nearly all done by Sakai and Malays.
The Sakai are the aborigines of the country, who live in the jungle.
They are very skilful woodcutters.
The Malays, it is believed, are descended from natives of Southern
India, who emigrated to Sumatra. In 1360 some of the emigrants made the
short journey over to the mainland, and settled in the country which
we call the Malay Peninsula. They increased and multiplied, and became
more and more powerful, although first the Portuguese, and then the
Dutch, tried very hard to get the upper hand of them. When the British
succeeded the Dutch as the chief European power in the Peninsula, the
Malays were at first left in undisputed possession of the interior
of the country. But they quarrelled and fought so much amongst
themselves that the interior was always in a state of turmoil; when
they began to hamper our trade still further, by raiding our territory
in the Peninsula, steps had to be taken to bring them under control.
Gradually, by means of force and diplomacy, order was established,
British influence was widely extended, and the Native States entered
into that close political relationship with Britain which I have
already summed up for you.
Generally speaking, the Malays are very different from the Sakai. The
jungle-men are savages. The Malays are a civilized people; they have a
national style of dress, their conversation is witty and is frequently
carried on in poetic language, they have produced some literature, and
they are most artistic metal-workers.
But the Malays and the Sakai are alike in that they both want but
little here below except time to loaf in the sun. Regular work they
heartily dislike, and will not do. But, as a rule, they are quite
pleased to make a clearing for the planter. That is a job which will
come to an end some day not so very long after it is begun, and it will
bring in enough money to carry them through another lengthy spell of
leisure.
CHAPTER XVI
LIFE ON A RUBBER PLANTATION
During the time the trees are growing big enough to be tapped, the
principal work on a rubber plantation consists of weeding, manuring,
and pruning.
The staff consists of a manager, generally spoken of as the planter,
two, three, or half a dozen assistants, according to the size of
the estate, and a number of natives, called “coolies.” The planter,
a white man, has his own bungalow. On the big estates such bungalows
are large, well-built, convenient residences, of country-seat rank. If
the planter is married, his wife probably lives with him. His business
may have brought him to a lonely spot, where at present there may be
only a poor sort of bungalow to serve as the manager’s quarters, but
his wife has chosen to rough it with him, rather than say “Good-bye.”
And there may be some little English girls and boys to welcome Daddy
Planter when he comes in from his work of looking after many things
and many people; for, as a rule, white children thrive in the tropics
until they are seven or eight years old, and then, when the sad time
of parting does come, they are sent “home” to England not only for the
sake of their health, but in order that they may have the advantage
of going to a good school. The assistants on a plantation are usually
white men; in Malaya and Ceylon, almost all of them are English. They
chum together in a bungalow. The labourers are coloured men, women, and
children, in all shades of yellow and brown; their quarters are called
“coolie lines,” and are long buildings of the bungalow type, which are
partitioned off into family residences.
Many of the rubber estates, especially here in Malaya, seem to be so
isolated that we are tempted to compare them with a seringal in their
loneliness. In reality, no plantation, even though it be in the heart
of the Bush, is isolated in the strict sense of the word. Somewhere,
not very far away, there is a good road leading to some centre of
civilization that can be reached in a few hours, maybe an hour or two
by motor. Many of the planters keep a car, and “What’s mine is yours”
is the popular way of looking upon possessions. Both in Ceylon and
Malaya there are many little towns scattered throughout the rubber
districts, and in most of them an English Club is an important feature
of the place. In both countries, too, any planter can get to a railway
station without much difficulty or loss of time; and there are good day
and night trains to take him to the capital, or to one of the few big
towns.
With regard to the cultivation side of plantation work, the chief
matter on which the planters differ is the business of weeding. Some of
them are certain in their own minds that rubber-trees grow best when
the ground is quite clear of weeds. Some maintain that perfectly clean
weeding is a waste of time and money; they believe in having a clean
circle of ground round each tree, and keeping the weeds down on the
rest of the land by putting in some variety of dwarf spreading plant.
Those who favour this latter plan talk of the manuring properties of
such plants, and of the good they do by harbouring moisture. Planters
in favour of clean weeding say such plants keep light and air from
the ground, and that they are not good food for the soil. At the
various Botanic Gardens, especially in Ceylon, Malaya, and Java, many
scientists are devoting much time to the study of rubber cultivation
and preparation, and this question as to the best method of weeding is
receiving a great deal of attention.
[Illustration:
_M. S. Nakajima, Kuala Lumpur_
TAKING LATEX TO THE FACTORY BY BULLOCK-CART, IN MALAYA]
Whilst we have been talking, we have been making our way to one of
the oldest and finest rubber estates in the East. It is known as
“Linggi Plantations”; and is situated in the Federated Malay States,
in the neighbourhood of Kuala Lumpur, the chief up-country town of
Malaya, and close to Port Swettenham, the busy, up-country port which,
during the last few years, has been raised by the rubber industry to a
position of great importance on the Suez-Far East trading route.
“Linggi” consists of so many large plantations and up-to-date workshops
that in a whole day we can only get the merest peep at the estate.
We begin sight-seeing about six in the morning, just as the sun is
rising, by going into one block of one plantation to see the tappers
at work. We are in the midst of a carefully cultivated wood of Heveas;
all around us stand a dignified army of straight, tall trunks; high
overhead stretches a thick canopy of leaves. For a few moments, the
landscape strikes us as being a rather sombre picture in browns and
greens, and we cannot see a single human being anywhere in the scene.
Presently the dawnbeams discover numerous chinks in the canopy, and
come streaming through the leaves, here, there, and everywhere; the
ground is bronzed, the trunks are gilded, the treetops are illuminated
with quaintly shaped patches of rosy light. Then, suddenly the scene
becomes a blaze of colour; strolling leisurely across the horizon come
a crowd of figures, all of whom are undoubtedly wearing some bit of
clothing that is bright red, green, blue, or yellow.
These people are a gang of tappers, who are going to make their daily
round of certain trees from which it is their duty to collect milk.
They disperse in various directions, some making straight for trees
that are close by where we are standing. As we get a nearer view of the
labourers, we are better able to study their picturesque attire. Some
of the men are wearing nothing but a cloth round their loins, and a
handkerchief, knotted into a turban, on their heads. Many of the male
folk look like women; they have long hair, which is twisted at the neck
into a “bun,” and their nether garment is a piece of cotton material
which is hung round the waist skirt-fashion. The women’s costumes are
evidently made as they dress themselves. They are clad in draperies,
which hang in graceful folds. Very large earrings, nose-rings, numbers
of bangles that reach half-way up the arms, and bangles round the
ankles are striking features of their attire.
Most of these labourers are Tamils from India. A large proportion
of the coolies employed on the rubber estates of Ceylon and Malaya
consists of Tamils. In Ceylon, some of the labourers are Cingalese; in
Malaya, the rubber estate coolies include a few Malays, some Javanese,
and a number of Chinese. In both countries it is very difficult for
the planters to get as much labour as they require, in spite of the
large immigrant population, and in order to make an estate pay, the man
at the head of affairs, and all his assistants, must be so skilful at
managing the natives that this particular estate is never the one to be
short of hands.
Following a tapper on his round in a plantation is a very easy
expedition compared with that journey we took with a seringueiro to
see him get his morning’s milk. The plantation tapper is surrounded by
rubber-trees, they are never very far apart, and even when, for some
reason or other, he has to pass one by without operating on it, the
distance from his last stopping-place to his next is quite short. As a
rule, only trees that measure at least 18 inches round at 3 feet from
the ground are tapped, but some trees, even though they belong to the
grown-ups, have to be missed out for a time because they are doing
a rest cure. Most of the trees in a grown-up section are, however,
tapped daily, or on alternate days, for the greater part of the year,
but the circumference of the trunk is so portioned off for operations
that no part is retapped until old wounds have completely healed. Yet
it is seldom that a tree is tapped at a higher distance than can be
conveniently reached from the ground. The amount of milk yielded by a
tree depends partly on its age, and partly on the state of its health.
If a tree gives enough milk to make about 3/4 pound of rubber the first
year it is tapped, it is considered a good specimen. As it grows older,
the yield should steadily increase. During 1909, one of the finest old
Hevea trees in Ceylon, aged thirty-three, gave 15 gallons of milk,
which contained 76 pounds of rubber.
At random we choose which coolie we will accompany on his round, and
as we dog his footsteps we see a great deal of the outdoor life on a
rubber plantation. At first, all our attention is taken up by watching
how the one tapper does his work. The trees he visits already bear
a herringbone, or half herringbone, design on the lower part of the
trunk; but it consists of alternate strips of almost bared wood and
of bark, slanting down into the central line. With a tool something
like a chisel, the coolie takes a shaving off each strip of bark,
whereupon milk oozes out from the cuts, makes for the central channel,
and trickles down into an enamel cup that awaits it at the base of the
trunk.
Presently we are joined by another onlooker. Although he looks
very much like a coolie, he is far and away the superior of the
working-class mass. He is a “kangany,” an enterprising native who
serves the planter in the double rôle of recruiting-sergeant and
overseer. He makes periodical journeys to India to arrange for new
batches of Tamils to emigrate to the rubber-growing districts;
he brings his recruits to the particular district which is his
headquarters, and sees them settled on this estate or that; and until
he is again wanted to go off recruiting, he joins the staff of some
plantation, and takes up the duties of teaching the new hands their
work, and of seeing that a certain gang of the old ones are kept up to
the mark.
Evidently the kangany overseers cannot be wholly relied on as teachers.
For the one over yonder, who is showing a little Tamil girl how to tap
a rubber-tree, has a white man standing by his side and superintending
the lesson.
By about eleven o’clock most of the trees are ceasing for this day to
yield milk. The coolies now make their rounds again for the purpose
of collecting the day’s supply. The contents of the little cups are
poured into pails and cans, which, as they are filled, are taken to the
factory. Some of the carriers balance their load on their head, others
hang a vessel at either end of a pole, scale-fashion, and balance the
burden on one shoulder.
CHAPTER XVII
WE VISIT A RAW-RUBBER FACTORY
It is time for us, too, to leave the plantation, since we want to
see the milk made into rubber. A short walk brings us to one of the
Linggi factories, which is the rubber-making centre for a neighbouring
portion of the estate. Remembering that I promised to bring you to
one of the finest rubber factories in the East, you are disappointed
when you see only a medium-sized, one-story building, with a corrugated
iron roof. In your mind’s eye you immediately compare this building
with some of the enormous factory piles you have seen in connection
with other industries, and you think what a poor show it makes. Even
when you go inside, there are no striking sights which immediately
tempt you to alter your opinion.
[Illustration:
_C. H. Kerr & Co., Kandy, Ceylon_
TAMIL WOMAN TAPPING RUBBER-TREE UNDER SUPERVISION OF A KANGANY, ON A
CEYLON ESTATE. _Page 80_]
“Seems to me,” you say to yourselves, “there’s nothing much to be seen
here except dairy-pans and mangles. What a curious mixture!”
The explanation of your simple surroundings is that the process of
manufacturing rubber is extremely simple, making no demands for huge
machines such as a sugar-mill, for instance. I can assure you that in
this factory you are going to see the process being carried out by the
most scientific of present-day methods, with the assistance of the
most up-to-date machinery. But in order that you may fully appreciate
advanced methods of manufacture, let me first tell you how plantation
rubber was generally made not so very long ago.
The milk was poured into small, round, shallow pans. To each panful
a little acetic acid was added, to help the milk curdle, and the
mixture was then stirred by fingers until it became a thick dough. Each
little bit of dough was taken out of its pan, laid on a board, and a
rolling-pin was passed over it to squeeze the water out. The result
was a thin, round little “biscuit” of rubber. These biscuits were hung
over a line, and when they were dry they were sent to market. Rubber
biscuits are still made on some plantations, where the supply of milk
is too small, for the time being, to warrant the expense of putting up
a factory and buying machinery. But the bulk of plantation rubber is
now turned out in the form of crêpe or sheets such as we are now going
to see made.
You notice that some of the milk which is brought into the factory is
poured into those big pans which reminded you of a dairy, and some
into oblong trays of enamel ware. In the pans, the milk is coagulated
in bulk--that is to say, into big lumps--by the addition of acetic
acid. The milk in each tray has to have a separate dose of the acid, so
that each trayful will coagulate into a slab. To-day the machines are
working on yesterday’s milk-supply; the milk which has been brought in
to-day will not be sufficiently coagulated for them to work on until
to-morrow.
From some of the pans we see coolies lifting big lumps of a white
substance that looks like very heavy dough. These are put into a
machine which tears them into small pieces. A second machine, which has
rollers covered with a diamond pattern, kneads the pieces together, and
turns out a long strip of material which looks like tripe. When this
has been passed two or three times through a third machine, which has
smooth-faced rollers, a strip of “crêpe” rubber is ready to be taken to
the drying-room or to the smoking-room.
The slabs taken out of the trays are passed through a machine which
has smooth, copper rollers. The compact, oblong pieces of rubber which
are the result of this method of preparation are called “sheets.” Some
factories send smooth-surfaced sheets to market, others stamp their
sheets top and bottom with a deep diamond pattern, to provide for
ventilation when they are packed. Here we see the sheets, after they
leave the smooth rollers, passed through a machine that has a diamond
pattern deeply indented on its rollers.
[Illustration:
_C. H. Kerr & Co., Kandy, Ceylon_
MAKING RUBBER BISCUITS. _Page 82_]
All the rubber we see leaving the machine is white. We go now to the
drying-room, and there we find sheets and crêpe in all shades of
yellow, hanging over the wooden rails that stretch from end to end and
side to side of the apartment. The material turns yellow as it dries;
sometimes it takes on a pale lemon tint, sometimes a rich, deep amber,
or golden hue. The quality of rubber does not depend on the shade of
the material, but if any dirt has been allowed to get into the milk,
the light-hued strips tell tales more plainly than the dark ones. The
rubber which is finished off in the drying-room is uncured.
We are very anxious to see the smoking-room, for we know that every
planter’s great ambition is to turn out of his factory rubber which is
so thoroughly well cured that it can compete with the exceptionally
well cured Brazilian Para. We are even more anxious to get out of that
room. After a very few minutes we feel that not for another moment
shall we be able to breathe in such an atmosphere. On the ground floor
beneath us a big fire is consuming cocoanut shells, and belching forth
clouds of smoke. We cannot actually see the smoke, but, like all
the rubber around us, we are getting the full “benefit” of it as it
finds its way through a double ceiling of perforated zinc. The smoke
is turning most of the rubber in this room brown; some thin crêpe,
which has been here nearly three weeks, and some thick crêpe, called
“blanket,” which has been here over a month, are very dark brown. You
are quite right in thinking they must be well baked. They will soon be
taken from their present quarters, packed up and sent to market; and
they are so well cured, and are of such excellent quality, that they
will probably fetch a higher price per pound than the best quality wild
Para.
It is in this room that you happen to make your first acquaintance with
some crêpe rubber of a greyish hue. It is made from scraps, which are
collected by the tappers from trees, cups, and cans, after they have
taken the day’s milk to the factory. The scraps are washed as clean as
it is possible to get them, and then put through the crêping machines.
Plantation scrap is far superior in quality to wild scrap.
CHAPTER XVIII
RUBBER GOODS
In England, the chief markets for raw rubber, wild and plantation, are
London and Liverpool. The other principal importers are the United
States, France, Italy, Belgium, and Russia. The making of rubber goods
is an important industry in all these countries. America is well ahead
as the biggest importer and manufacturer. Germany and Austria also
have some fine factories, and both were big importers of raw rubber in
pre-war days.
Rubber passes through many hands during its long journey to market.
First it has to be sent to the chief port of the district where it
is obtained. In Brazil this means a long journey by river direct to
Para, or to Para via Manaos, with a break of journey at that busy
up-country river port. Some of the Brazilian rubber has to be taken
250 miles in open boats, along a course that contains many stretches
of dangerous rapids, and is blocked by a number of falls. It then has
to go on by steamer for 500 miles before it gets to Para. And some of
the Brazilian pelles are made into rafts, which are taken downstream
to the nearest point where the pelles can be transferred to a steamer.
In Ceylon, the principal distribution depôt is the port of Colombo;
in Malaya, most of the rubber leaves home via Singapore or Port
Swettenham. Plantation rubber travels in packing-cases to local ports
by rail, by river in little Noah’s Ark boats thatched with palm-leaves,
or by road in bullock-carts. Both wild and plantation rubber get a
break of journey at some local port, where there are warehouses in
which the material can be stored in order that it may be submitted to
a searching examination. It has to be weighed, sampled, and sorted
according to quality. Plantation rubber can be very easily sampled
and graded, because its form is such that it can be easily handled
and seen through. But much of the wild product is sent to market in
bulky masses. It is hard work cutting through the samples which are
selected to undergo the test of seeing whether they are as good through
and through as they are on the surface, or whether they contain any
makeweight, such as bits of old iron or rope.
When the time comes for the raw material to continue its journey
to market, it is put aboard an ocean-going steamer, which takes it
overseas to the port where it is to be sold. Here again it is received
into a warehouse. Once more it is weighed and sampled. The samples are
sent to manufacturers, with a catalogue, stating that so many pounds
of rubber, corresponding to such or such a sample, will be sold by
auction on a certain date at a certain market. The rubber itself, in
its packing-cases or sackcloth covering, is taken down to vaults, where
it is stored until it is claimed by whoever buys it at the auction.
Vaults are used as storage quarters for raw rubber in order that
the material may be kept in an even temperature; for not until that
material is within a rubber goods factory is it made climate-proof by
vulcanization.
We can stand outside any rubber goods factory and watch the material
being taken within its doors; that is to say, we can see big boxes
and bulky canvas packages being taken in, and we know now that their
contents consist of rubber pelles, crêpe, sheets, biscuits, or blocks,
which were once white milk, and are now a solid material that is
yellow, brown, grey or black in colour.
[Illustration:
_C. W. Kerr & Co., Kandy, Ceylon_
MAKING CRÊPE RUBBER ON A CEYLON ESTATE. _Page 83_]
To see what comes out of such factories we need only look around us
at the common objects of everyday life. In the streets there are
motor-cars, taxicabs, omnibuses, and bicycles running on wheels that
have rubber tyres. On a wet day most of the people outdoors are wearing
macintoshes, whilst some of them are further protected against the
rain by galoshes; even on a fine day, rubber is worn a very great deal
outdoors in the form of boot-and-shoe-heel protectors. In the house
there are rubber washers on the taps, rubber rings on the stoppers of
the ginger-beer bottles within the pantry, a teapot on the kitchen
dresser has been mended with a rubber spout, and the children are
playing with rubber balls, dolls, and toy balloons. In the hospital
the doctors use surgical instruments that have important parts made of
rubber, and many of the patients are provided with rubber necessaries,
such as elastic stockings, made of rubber thread, for bad legs,
and false teeth on a plate of vulcanite, which is chiefly rubber.
Travellers take rubber baths and rubber cushions about with them.
Golfers play with rubber balls. Machinery would be at a standstill
without rubber belting. What an inconvenient world this must have been
to live in less than a hundred years ago, when anything made of rubber
was a novelty! And there is no telling how much more comfortable and
convenient rubber may make life in days not so very long ahead.
Knowing the form in which rubber goes into the manufacturer’s
possession, and a few, at any rate, of the many forms in which it next
makes a public appearance, we are naturally very anxious to learn how
such transformations take place. It is impossible for me to take you
over a rubber goods factory, much as I should like to do so. All such
establishments keep very strictly to the rule of “No admittance except
on business.” There are secrets to be hidden, not from the public, but
from a rival manufacturer. You must quite understand that no offence
is meant to you personally when no exception can be made in anyone’s
favour in case some rival’s friend should slip through.
You need not be very disappointed--enough is known of the way rubber
goods are made to satisfy much of your curiosity.
The manufacturer must always bear in mind that he must fulfil two
important conditions: first, his goods must serve the purpose for which
they are intended, and next, the price which customers will pay has
to be taken into consideration, with the idea of producing the best
wearing article that can be made for the money.
According to the use to which rubber is to be put, it has to be mixed
with certain other materials, to make a material that is neither too
heavy nor too light, too hard nor too soft, too tough nor too elastic,
to fulfil its purpose. And according to the price at which the goods
are to be sold, certain other materials must be mixed with the rubber.
It is with regard to the proportions in which such mixings are made
that the manufacturers have secrets of their own which they specially
want to guard. The compounding materials consist of such things as
zinc oxide, white lead, and magnesia. Always to the “dough,” “mixing,”
or “batch,” as the compound is called, some sulphur is added to bring
about vulcanization. A colouring ingredient is also put into some of
the dough, according to the taste and fancy of customers for whom goods
are going to be made. The dough is worked smooth, and is then put into
moulds shaped like the required articles, or built up into shape and
form. The goods are generally vulcanized by steam heat. Much skill,
together with great care and patience, goes to the making of all rubber
goods; and when such goods have to be canvas backed, or to be made of a
material that is bodily a mixture of thread and rubber, the process of
manufacture calls for particularly good workmanship.
Printed in Great Britain by Messrs. Billing and Sons, Ltd., Guildford
[Illustration:
_R. B. Lodge, Enfield_
SAMPLING BOLIVIAN RUBBER AT BULL WHARF, LONDON. _Page 86_]
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