hazy
mind. He puts the native to work sifting the upturned gravel. He is
convinced it is blue ground. He is light. The native comes up with a
dirt-encrusted stone about the size of a hen's egg. The native knows
what Jonker is too flabbergasted, too hazy, to know: that this hen's
egg is a diamond. But Mrs. Jonker has no illusions about it.
She
puts Jonker to bed. She places the diamond in a stocking and ties it
around her neck. She summons relatives and asks them to stand guard,
with rifles, around the house throughout the night. The next morning
she deposits it with the officials at the Diamond Corporation. Jacobus
Jonker is thereupon given a check for $350,000. His wife sees he
doesn't spend it all in one night.
The
stone weighed 726 carats. The Diamond Corporation sold it, through
dealers, to a New York importer, who had it cut into twelve stones, the
respective weights of, which are: No. 1, 125 carats; No. 2, 40.46
carats; No. 3, 35.45 carats—and all the way down to about 5.30 carats.
The largest stone, originally 142.9 carats, lacked brilliancy and fire
and was recut to the 125-carat size. Even today, in spite of its
shining glory, it has not that sparkle one finds in lesser stones. This
may be because of its size.
Some
of the stones were sold to the young Maharajah of Indore, others to New
York brokers and individuals. At this writing the big 125-carat stone
remains unsold. It is valued by the owner at $1,000,000 retail. Whether
anyone will be able to pay $1,000,000 for anything, much less a
diamond, is a question.
Another
great South African stone is the Jubilee, found in the Jagersfontein
mine in the Orange Free State in 1895. Roughly—and that is meant
literally—it was a flattened octahedron of 650.8 carats. It was
supposed to be entirely flawless and perfect in color, something to be
doubted, since
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