the tasks in which brute strength was not a necessity.
Nicholas dreamed up a name for each gang - the Buffaloes, the Lions, the
Axes and so on. It taxed his powers of invention, but he wanted to
inspire in them a sense of pride and, to his own particular advantage,
to encourage the gangs to compete with one another. He paraded them in
the quarry, each group headed by its newly appointed ecclesiastical
foreman. Using one of the ancient stone blocks as a platform, and with
Tessay interpreting for him, he harangued them heartily and then told
them that they would be paid in silver Maria Theresa dollars. He set
their wages at three times the going rate.
Up to this stage the men had listened to him with a sullen air of
resignation, but now a remarkable transformation came over them. None of
them had expected to be paid for the work, and most of them were
wondering how soon they could desert and go home. Now Nicholas was
promising them not only money, but silver dollars. In Ethiopia for the
past two hundred years the Maria Theresa dollar had been regarded as the
only true coinage. For this reason they were still minted with the
original date of 1780 and the portrait of the old Empress, with her
double chin and her decolletage exposing half her great bust. One of
these coins was more prized than a sackful of the worthless paper birr
issued by the regime in Addis. To pay his labour bills, Nicholas had
included a chest of these silver coins in the first pallet load that
Jannie had dropped.
Celestial grins bloomed as they listened, and white teeth sparkled in
their ebony faces. Someone began to sing, and they all stamped and
danced and cheered Nicholas as they trooped off to queue for their
tools. With mattocks and shovels at the slope they filed off up the
valley to the dam site, still singing and prancing.
"St. Nicholas," Tessay laughed. "Father Christmas. They will never
forget you now."
"They may even enshrine you and build a monastery over you" Royan
suggested sweetly.
"What they don't know is that they are going to earn every single dollar
, the hard way."
From then onwards the work began as soon as it was light enough to see,
and stopped only when it was too dark to continue. The men came back to-
their temporary compound each night by the light of grass torches, too
weary to sing. However, Nicholas had contracted with the headmen from
the highland villages to supply a slaughter beast every day. Each
morning the women came down the trail driving the animal before them,
and with huge pots of tej balanced on their heads.
Over the days that followed, there were no deserters from Nicholas's
little army of workers.
ounted on the high seat of the front-ender, Sapper lifted the first
filled mesh gabion in the hydraulic arms. The mesh'bound parcel of
boulders weighed several tons, and all work on the site came to a halt
as the men crowded the banks of the Dandera river to watch. A hum of
astonishment went up as Sapper eased the yellow tractor down the steep
bank and, with the gabion held high, drove the vehicle in to the water.
The current, affronted by this invasion, swirled angrily around the high
rear wheels, but Sapper pushed in deeper.
The crowds lining the bank began to chant and clap encouragement as the
water reached as high as the belly of the machine, and louds of steam
hissed from the hot steel of the sump. Sapper locked the brakes, and
then lowered the heavy gabion into the flood before reversing back up
the bank. The men cheered him wildly, even though the first gabion was
instantly submerged and only a whirlpool on the river's surface marked
its position. Another filled gabion lay ready. The Contender waddled up
to it, lowered its- steel arms and picked it up as tenderly as a mother
gathering up her infant.
Nicholas shouted at the foremen to get their gangs back to work. The
long lines of men came up the valley, naked except for their brief white
loincloths. Sweating heavily in the heat of the gorge, their skin
glistened like anthracite freshly cut from the coal face. Each of them
carried on his head a basket of stone aggregate, which he dumped into
the mouth of the waiting gabion. Then he returned with his empty basket
down the hill to the quary.
As each gabion was filled, another team fitted the mesh lid and laced it
closed with heavy eight-gauge wire.
"Twenty dollars bonus to the team with the most baskets filled
today!'Nicholas bellowed. They shouted with glee and redoubled their
efforts, but they were unable to keep up with Sapper on the Contender.
He laid his stone piers artfully, working out from the shallow water
alongside the bank so that each gabion lay against its neighbour, keying
into the wall to give mutual support.
At first there was little evident progress, but as a solid reef was
built up beneath the surface the river began to react savagely. The
voice of the water changed from a low rustle to a dull roar as it tore
at Sapper's wall.
Soon the top of the wall of gabions thrust its head above the surface,
and the river was constricted to half its former width. Now its mood was
truculent. It poured through the gap in a solid green torrent, and crept
almost imperceptibly up the banks as it was forced to back up behind the
barriers The rive worried the foundations of the dam, clawing at it to
find its weak spots, and the progress of the work slowed down as the
waters rose higher.
Up in the river in forests along the banks the axemen were at work, and
Nicholas winced each time one of the great trees toppled, groaning and
shrieking like a living creature. He liked to think of himself as a
conservationist, and some of these trees had taken centuries to reach
this girth.
"Do you want your bleeding dam, or your pretty trees?" Sapper demanded
ferociously, when Nicholas lamented in his hearing. Nicholas turned away
without replying.
They were all becoming tired with the unremitting labour. Their nerves
were stretching towards snapping point, and tempers were mercurial.
Already there had been a number of murderous fights amongst the workmen,
and each time Nicholas had been forced to duck in under the swinging
steel mattocks to break it up and separate the combatants.
lowly they squeezed the' river in its bed as the pier crept out from the
bank, and the time came when they had to transfer their efforts to the
far bank. It required the combined efforts of their entire labour force
to build a new road along the bank as far as the ford.
There they manhandled the front-ender into the water, and, with a
hundred men hauling on the tow ropes and her tall lugged rear wheels
spinning and churning the surface to a froth they. dragged her across.
Then they had to build another road back along the far bank to reach the
dam site. They cut out the treetrunks that obstructed them and levered
the boulders out of the way to get the tractor through, Once they had
her back at the dam site they could begin the same process of laying out
gabions from the far bank.
Gradually, a few metres each day, the two walls crept closer to each
other, and as the gap between them narrowed the water rose higher and