I had crewed for him once or twice, cack-handedly. He only took me out, I think, because for some reason he thought I was good for a laugh.

Fixed across the upper end, and above the edges of the buddle, is a board, about 15 inches wide, called the ‘jagging-boards,’ or ‘buddle-head,’ rather more inclined than the buddle itself, on which a small stream of water is made to run, at the will of the buddler, spreading itself thinly over the whole length of the board. The buddler, a man, or a boy, standing in the buddle, places on the jagging-board a small quantity of the ore, marking it into furrows, or ‘jagging’ it, with the edge of his shovel; […] Here the buddler does not ‘jag’ the ore on the buddle-head, as previously described; but the tin stuff, after being stirred up by an assistant, passes through the perforated plate (Fig. 5) in a liquid state, and is diffused over it, by means of numerous strips of wood, or guides, and falling into the buddle, is carefully and continually swept with a brush or broom, by the buddler, who stands on a board placed across the buddle.

Some omees have nanti taste.

I posted a bleg in the hope of learning more about local tourism.