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              Julius ever seriously considered forming his own company, such an 
              idea was abandoned when Porgès made him manager of 
              the London end of the business. The office was established at the 
              newly built Holborn Viaduct, conveniently close to the diamond dealers 
              of Hat ton Garden.  Meantime 
              at Kimberley, during six months of 1881, a great inflated bubble 
              of speculation known as the "share mania" engulfed the town. It 
              was all very different to the struggles and dreams of the "Grand 
              Old Days of the Diamond Fields". The success of the French Company 
              and flotations by other main groups suddenly produced a frantic 
              scramble to form public companies by small claim holders, desperate 
              for capital to offset their debts. A Stock Exchange, the first in 
              South Africa, was established temporarily at an edifice of brick 
              and corrugated iron known as Beit's Building. When the boom began 
              there had been twelve com- panies, but soon there were seventy-one, 
              in which £8 million had nominally been invested. "The whole of Kimberley 
              took part in these flotations," said one writer. "Regular work came 
              to a stop, interest centred in the share market, life was lived 
              at high pressure, and champagne flowed freely. It was Kimberley's 
              heyday." It 
              was a heyday also for the common swindler. The prices of shares 
              rose to absurd heights, and plunged dramatically when banks called 
              in overdrafts. Inevitably many companies had to be liquidated, and 
              there were bankruptcies, including that of Rothschild, who had been 
              a main share dealer. There were also suicides, one being a friend 
              of the Wernher family. Among 
              the principal players in the complicated struggle for power, J. 
              B. Robinson was to end as a loser, though over a matter of years, 
              and he was to rise up again. Barnato and Rhodes, through some shrewd 
              manipulations, had their positions nicely strengthened. Beit was 
              not yet among the big names, but had steered a brilliant course, 
              and it was then, as a future colleague was to say, that his extraordinary 
              financial genius really came to be recognized. He also generously 
              helped to guide various small firms back from "insolvency to prosperity". 
              Even so, one-third of the companies floated in this period had gone 
              bankrupt by 1884. Beit 
              had a small investment in the De Beers Mining Company, and it was 
              during this time of crisis that, as Julius put it, he came into 
              more intimate contact with Cecil Rhodes. To be more exact, he fell 
              completely under Rhodes's spell. Both men were still under thirty, 
              both more interested in making money than in the opposite sex. Beit, 
              though of course a foreigner by birth, seemed to be mesmerized by 
              Rhodes's grandiose and almost mystic, if jejune, ideas about expanding 
              the British Empire, which included not only enveloping the whole 
              continent of Africa but the "ultimate recovery of the United States 
              of America". Rhodes by then had already entered politics. After 
              Griqualand West had been formally incorporated in Cape Colony, he 
              had been elected a Member of Barkly West, and thus had a seat in 
              the Legislative Assembly at Cape Town. Over 
              the past decade the fortunes of the Kimberley diamond industry had 
              seesawed from euphoria to gloom. By mid-1882 the situation seemed 
              to be at its most critical ever. In his "Notes" Julius spoke of 
              the cut throat "senseless competition of producing". "Dividends 
              became the exception, and prices of shares in some cases dropped 
              to four per cent of their former values." Gradually the richer parts 
              of the mines were covered up by fallen reef. "It was a time of great 
              hopelessness and improvidence by the owners themselves. The French 
              Company suffered with the rest, but remained in an excellent financial 
              shape. Owing to their having a shaft sunk outside the Mine and thus 
              leading into it, they always managed to get some revenue, and they 
              succeeded in making some purchases of claim properties of high strategical 
              value."  This 
              "hard school of experience" had now convinced claim holders that 
              only combinations among themselves could save the industry from 
              ruin. Amalgamations continued to take place. The question was, who 
              would rise to the top of the pile? In the Kimberley Mine the most 
              powerful, for the present, was Baring-Gould's Central Company, and 
              in the De Beers Mine it was Rhodes's Company. Julius was not happy 
              about his representation at Kimberley, and decided that he would 
              have to return. So in December 1882 he left for the Cape. He was 
              away for fifteen months, and during that time Porgès 
              made constant journeys across the Channel to London, at least twice 
              a month, "returning after dealing with mail and shipments".  So 
              now the letters to the parents resumed. There was smallpox at Cape 
              Town, and he did not linger there. Luckily, with the improvement 
              of the railway system, the journey from the Cape to Kimberley only 
              took four days. "Business looks indescribably miserable", he wrote 
              in February. "Only a few have ready cash. How most of them live 
              is a riddle to me." It was not until 6 April 1883 that he could 
              say: "I am gradually getting a little order out of this terrible 
              mess." A first priority had been to sack his agent Paul Keil.  Julius 
              was living in the institution known as the Old German Mess, frequented 
              by special friends like Alfred Beit, Martin van Beek, Hermann Eckstein 
              and newcomers such as J. B. (Jim) Taylor and Max Michaelis. "I do 
              nothing but business, and my social life is limited to this circle." 
              He got up very early and always first rode to the claims. During 
              the day there were constant meetings, and "therefore I do not feel 
              inclined to do anything in the evenings except playa hand at cards." 
              He went to the Levys' about once a week, but the poor things had 
              suffered in the great game of "share mania". "Visits there would 
              not be very pleasant if one did not at once arrange for a game of 
              cards, which cuts off Mrs Levy's moanings."  All 
              the same, there was some good news to relate. "I have operated a 
              lot in the diamond business in the last month, and what is more 
              important, very successfully. This gives me a special pleasure, 
              as it is my old business, so to speak. But otherwise it still looks 
              dreadfully bad here, and for many there is no future at all. People 
              are leaving the place in hundreds, which is the best thing they 
              can do." At 
              least sanitation in Kimberley had been much improved. Gone were 
              the days when cesspits "fermented and bubbled up". Dustcarts removed 
              rubbish daily. It has since been estimated that the death rate at 
              Kimberley during the 1870s had been nearly double the rate per thousand 
              found in Calcutta, regarded as the unhealthiest city in the Empire. 
              Julius, however, did not alarm his parents about the smallpox, which 
              arrived in the autumn of 1883. This was a particularly disgraceful 
              episode, for some employers jibbed at paying for medical care and 
              refused even to acknowledge the disease's existence in case it should 
              discourage the arrival of new black workers, or - worse - involve 
              the shutting down of mines. Only when whites became infected were 
              quarantine measures introduced.  Various 
              claims were bought by Julius in the old "poor man's diggings", Dutoitspan 
              and Bultfontein, and also in Jagersfontein, as these mines had been 
              less troubled by reef falls. Such "outside ventures" were managed 
              for the firm by Hermann Eckstein, like Julius a Lutheran, the son 
              of a German pastor from Stuttgart and destined to prove an exceeding 
              lucky choice. Max Michaelis and W. P. Taylor, Jim's brother, were 
              co-opted to deal in diamonds on joint account, along the lines of 
              the arrangement made so successfully with Beit three years before. 
              Most importantly, Beit agreed that when Julius left Africa he would 
              take over the representation of the firm. It appears that Julius 
              was not much tempted to join Beit and Rhodes over their customary 
              glasses of champagne at the Blue Post, for we are told by Jim Taylor 
              (who took the credit of introducing them) that Rhodes still "had 
              no success" with Julius, although Beit "had little difficulty in 
              persuading Wernher to agree to most of Rhodes's great schemes". 
              The great schemes were still in the future. The close camaraderie 
              of the Old German Mess, where "we had such terrific arguments that 
              nobody could hear his own words", was to remain virtually unbroken 
              over the years, with important consequences for all its members. Gold 
              discoveries at Barberton and De Kaap in the eastern Transvaal brought 
              some hope of a "new impulse in the land" but, said Julius, "I doubt 
              it somehow. The general tone is still very depressed." Levy was 
              now on the verge of bankruptcy, and had been taken on as "a kind 
              of agent" for the dealers Mosenthal & Co.  Julius 
              meanwhile made some nostalgic trips on horseback, eating "mostly 
              sardines and biscuits". He went to Griquatown and found that the 
              old chief, Waterboer, who had been imprisoned after the 1878 uprisings, 
              was getting a substantial subsidy yearly from the British government, 
              "which he invests in spirits and so is not presentable after 10 
              a.m.". Going on to Jagersfontein, where he said the diamonds were 
              among the finest though very few, he stayed at an inn on the Modder 
              River.  It 
                belongs to a man who in 1872 robbed the Post Office which contained 
                £6,000 of ours. He then sat in prison for a few years. His wife 
                looked after the business in the meantime and did not do too badly. 
                There we now slept together in the living room, and the wife - 
                mother of fifteen living children - dished up the evening meal. 
                The man quietly smoked his pipe, and the governess played dance 
                music (on a Sunday!) to cheer us up, and we spent a comfortable 
                evening. There 
              were still parties at Kimberley. "People seem to live on their losses. 
              They are so used to their conditions that as soon as there is an 
              opportunity for enjoyment there they are with all their hearts. 
              It is ridiculous, but at my age I still enjoy dancing." Relieved 
              by the successful reorganization of his team, Julius by September 
              was feeling like a "fish in the water". He preferred the warmer 
              weather: Firstly 
                because I can get up earlier, secondly because when the days are 
                longer and warmer one can get more work out of the niggers. The 
                hotter it is the better they feel. Instead of getting themselves 
                warm in winter by hard work they stand and squat about, and wind 
                their rags about their bodies to keep the cold off...of course 
                in winter wages are just as high or even higher, because there 
                are fewer workers available... The energy of the whites, unfortunately, 
                does not correspondingly increase, and a greater part of the labour 
                troubles here are due to this.  For 
              there was serious unemployment among the white labouring class, 
              and wages were actually in the process of being reduced. Whites 
              were usually employed as overseers in the mines. In September 1883 
              white workers as well as blacks were required to change into special 
              clothes on entering mines and be searched on leaving them. This 
              so-called "stripping clause" was considered degrading by the whites, 
              "bringing them down to the level of the niggers", for whom they 
              claimed nakedness was after all a "state of nature". Julius had 
              long ago maintained that some sort of personal search was necessary 
              in order to combat IDB, but the resentment boiled over, and there 
              was a strike that lasted for nearly a week. One of the ringleaders 
              worked for the French Company. Far 
              more alarming was the strike in April 1884. During a march on the 
              Kimberley Mine by white and black workers, six white men, including 
              one from the French Company, were shot dead by armed police: the 
              first casualties in industrial unrest in South Africa. But by this 
              time Julius was already back in London. His mother had been convinced 
              that he would deliberately look for new business just to delay his 
              departure, but he assured her that she was quite wrong, and kept 
              his word, even if he was "fabulously busy, right up to the last 
              moment". (In November 1883 there had been the largest reef fall 
              ever in the Kimberley Mine.) So now, he teased her, he was free 
              to settle down in some quiet cottage with a nice little wife to 
              care for him.  
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