A tramline took the mine's
gold-laden quartz to the top of the incline and down to the 10-head
stamper or crusher, which was driven by a 7m-diameter overshot waterwheel.
The track down to the wheel and crusher is steep, rutted, and tricky: it
drops 300m over 1.5km. Do not drive down if you are alone or if it has
been raining, because you may not get back up.
Further along the road is the
Serpentine Union Church, built of stone in the middle of nowhere by miners
perhaps made more God-fearing by the stark, forlorn landscape in which
they sweated. Here is an account of the church's grog-marred consecration
service, told on a wooden plaque on the end wall of the building.
The minister came late. The
congregation of miners, after waiting for some time, went down to the
hotel for refreshments and drank deeply to keep out the keen July air,
keener than ever at this altitude. The service opened with a well-known
psalm and an encore was demanded by the congregation. The preacher, after
expressing very strong disapproval, went on with the service which was
however abbreviated.' See the Serpentine Route in Volume 2 for the full
story.