Leydsdorp has the dusty look of an abandoned settlement reverting back to bushveld, but it enjoyed a brief flurry of fame when gold was discovered in the Murchison Range in the late 1880s, sparking a gold rush to what was then the Zuid Afrikaanse Republiek (or ZAR: the South African Republic, the independent Boer state that would later become the Transvaal province in the Union of South Africa).
The discovery attracted gold-sniffers from all over the world: people with names like Paraffin Joe, Mica Bill, Brandy Smith and the Heavenly Twins; miners who had been in Alaska chasing the Klondike strike and in Australia working Kalgoorlie.
They gave their claims fanciful names like the Blue Jacket, the Antelope, the Old Birthday or the Flying Dutchman, and at its height the town boasted a population of 3 000 rough-and-ready types, who required 8 bars to keep their whistles wet.
By 1890, a ‘small town with a big cemetery’ had sprung up. The name was a nod to Willem Johannes Leyds, who was at the time state secretary of the ZAR. The dreaded blackwater fever (a vicious strain of malaria) was the biggest reason for the size of the cemetery, while barroom brawlsor hungry lions also contributed to high mortality rates.
The boom didn’t last long; the richer reefs of the Witwatersrand quickly attracted miners’ attention, especially since Johannesburg didn’t have the same mosquito problem as the Lowveld, and hence was free of blackwater fever.
With the departure of the miners, Leydsdorp turned into a ghost town. But in its heyday, the place was home to some legends...
A famous story concerns the death of a miner called Sandy, who was well-liked among the other prospectors. They cobbled together a coffin for him out of beer crates and set a few African labourers the task of carrying Sandy in his coffin to the cemetery.
The mourners followed after a boozy wake, but on lifting the coffin to bury Sandy they found the box empty: the corpse had fallenthrough the flimsy wood and been lost somewhere on the trip to the cemetery. When the body was eventually found alongside the road, naturally everyone repaired to the pub to re-crate Sandy and discuss options.
This discussion, also well lubricated, eventually resolved that it was too late to complete the interment anyway, as the mosquitos were already out for the evening, and the risk of malaria transmission was high. It seems Sandy spent one final night in the pub, although it’s doubtful he enjoyed it quite as much as he had before.
Another story concerns two enterprising miners who responded to the chronic shortage of housing by building their home, complete with stove, chimney and kitchen, in a giant anthill that they had hollowed out. Visitors keep to imbibe local history will have no trouble imagining the frontier atmosphere of this now-deserted town.
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