Mining in Cornwall Tin working in Cornwall began in the Bronze Age, where veins of ore were exposed by streams cutting across the moors.. Tin is one of the components of bronze, and for more than 2,000 years, tin mining was a major industry in Cornwall. Even before the birth of Christ, Cornish traders were exporting to Europe and the Roman Empire. The brasswork in King Solomon's Temple is said to have been wrought from Cornish tin, and an old legend has it that Christ himself visited Cornwall with his uncle, Joseph of Arimathaea, a merchant who came to buy tin. The name "Wheal" which prefixes many Cornish mine names comes from
the Cornish word "whel", which means "tin mine". Sadly, the
once great Cornish tin industry is now defunct - the last one to close being
South C Years ago, the "tinners" were granted special privileges in Cornwall because of their contribution to the economy. Their history is packed with odd traditions and tales. In particular they were very wary about the spirits who lived in the mines - the knockers, buccas (imps) and spriggans. Stories of disembodied hands carrying candles, spirit voices warning of impending rock falls and ghostly black dogs and white hares prophesying certain disaster abound throughout Cornwall – perhaps not too surprising, as flickering candlelight was the tinners' only illumination until Cornishman Sir Humphry Davy invented his Miner's Lamp! Men, women and children worked in the mines. Women ('bal-maidens') did many of the above-ground tasks, and small children would fetch and carry and do odd jobs. At 12 years old, they could join their fathers underground. As the mines grew larger and more prosperous in the early 19thC, mining became a family tradition in the main mining areas such as West Penwith, where the granite rock masses yielded the largest amounts of tin and copper. Very little was wasted, and by-products included lead and arsenic. Cornish "hard-rock" men were in great demand wherever strength, stamina and skill were needed.
It was pitch black underground except for pools of light thrown by candles
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There was always danger; rocks fell from the roofs, tunnels caved in, explosions caused disasters, and rotten ladders and planks threw many a miner to his death in deep holes and shafts. Medical services were primitive and expensive, and a miner too badly injured to work had to rely on charity. Every mining village had its little band of cripples sitting forlornly in the village square as a grim reminder of the cost of tin and copper. Surprisingly, however, they were generally cheerful. At a time when all life was hard, they did not consider themselves to be worse off than most. They sang on the way to work, and in the churches and chapels on Sundays; they had a natural ability to harmonise, and the sound of scores of men singing favourite hymns in harmony is well remembered by the older people of Cornwall. In the earliest gravel or stream works, the water was carried out in wooden
bowls, or was carried off from the In Charles I’s reign, there were complaints that the increased cost of drainage, added to the increased cost of materials, had brought about a period of great depression, and it was noted that both capital and labour were leaving mining for husbandry. Because of these difficulties, one pit after another was being drowned out and the future of the industry seemed very precarious. In 1710, John Costar successfully used a single large water-wheel to drain some of the deeper mines. His invention, however, was quite overshadowed by that of the steam engine, which resulted in a major change in![]()
West Cornwall, full of working mines with their granite stacks, was the hub
of the Industrial Age, especially in the area south of Redruth. From 1801 to
1830, Cornish mines produced on average two-thirds of the total world Levant & Geevor
Adjoining Levant is Geevor Mine, a treasure house of industrial archaeology. Geevor was the last working mine in the area, but closed in 1990. Now it is the site of an outstanding mine heritage centre.
Celia Feinnes - 1698. "I went a mile further and soe came where they were digging in the Tinn mines. there was at least 20 mines all in sight which employs a great many people at work, almost night and day, but constantly all and every day includeing the Lords day which they are forced to, to prevent the mines being overflowed with water; more than 1000 men are taken up about them, few mines but had then almost 20 men and boys attending to it either down the mines digging and carrying the oare to the little bucket which conveys it up, or else others are draineing the water and looking to the engines that are draineing it, and those above are attending the drawing up the oare in a sort of windlass as it is to a well; two men keeps turning bringing up one and letting down another, they are much like the leather buckets they use in London to put out fire which hang up in churches and great mens halls; they have great labour and great expense to draine the mines of the water with mills that horses turn and now they have the mills or water engines that are turned by the water, which is convey'd on frames as timber and truncks to hold the water, which falls down on the wheeles, as an over shott mill - and these are the sort that turns the water into severall towns I have seen about London Darby and Exeter, and many places more; they do five tymes more good than the mills they use to turn with horses, but then they are much more chargeable; those mines do require a great deale of timber to support them and to make all these engines and mills, which makes fewell very scarce here; they burn mostly turffs which is an unpleasant smell, it makes one smell as if smoaked like bacon; this oar is made fine powder in a stamping mill which is like the paper mills, only these are pounded drye and noe water let into them as is to the raggs to work them into a paste; the mills are all turned with a little streame or channell of water you may step over; indeed they have noe other mills but such in all the country, I saw not a windmill all over Cornwall or Devonshire tho' they have wind and hills enough, and it may be its too bleake for them." |