MINER BIRDS OF THE MONTANA
and the Waterstone of the Wild
A. The Ancient Walls by Richard Nisbet (original link: http://home.earthlink.net/~rnisbet /frame8.html)
"Hiram Bingham was told of a plant whose juices softened rock so that the surfaces would join perfectly. There are reports of such a plant, including this one by one of the early Spanish Chroniclers:
encamped by a rocky river, he watched
a bird with a leaf in its beak light on a rock, lay down the leaf and
at it. The next day the bird returned. By then there was a concavity
where the leaf had been.
By this method the bird created a drinking cup to catch the splashing waters of the river."
fact that lichen softens stone to attach its roots, and considering the
of plant species, perhaps this isn't really such a far-fetched notion."
CUZCO TALES by Richard Nisbet.
EXPLORATION FAWCETT I
the holes themselves.'
were spoken by a man who had spent a quarter of a century in the
forests. 'I've seen how they do it,
many a time. I've watched, I have, and seen the birds come to the cliff
with leaves of some sort in their beaks, and cling
to the rock like woodpeckers to a tree while they rubbed the leaves in
a circular motion over the surface. Then they
would fly off, and come back with more leaves, and carry on with the
rubbing process. After three or four repetitions
they dropped the leaves and started pecking at the place with their
sharp beaks, and–here's the marvelous part–they
would soon open out a round hole in the stone. Then off they'd go
again, and go through the rubbing process with
leaves several times before continuing to peck. It took several days,
but finally they had opened out holes deep enough
to contain their nests. I've climbed up and taken a look at them, and,
believe me, a man couldn't drill a neater hole ! '
mean to say that the bird's beak can penetrate solid rock?'
'A woodpecker's beak penetrates solid wood, doesn't it?.. No, I don't think the bird can get through solid rock. I believe, as everyone who has watched them believes, that those birds know of a leaf with juice that can soften up rock till it's like wet clay."
I put this down as a tall tale–and then, after I had heard similar accounts from others all over the country, as a popular tradition. Some time later an Englishman, whose reliability I cannot doubt, told me a story that may throw some light on it.
' My nephew was down in the Chuncho country on the Pyrene River in Peru, and his horse going lame one day he left it at a neighbouring chacra, about five miles away from his own, and walked home. Next day he walked over to get his horse, and took a short cut through a strip of forest he had never before penetrated. He was wearing riding breeches, top boots, and big spurs–not the little English kind, but the great Mexican spurs four inches long, with rowels bigger than a half-crown piece–and these spurs were almost new. When he got to the chacra after a hot and difficult walk through thick bush he was amazed to find that his beautiful spurs were gone–eaten away somehow, till they were no more than black spikes projecting an eighth of an inch. He couldn't understand it, till the owner of the chacra asked him if by any chance he had walked through a certain plant about a foot high, with dark reddish leaves. My nephew at once remembered that he came through a wide area where the ground was thickly covered with such a plant. 'That's it!' said the chacarero. That's what's eaten your spurs away! That's the stuff the Incas used for shaping stones. The juice will soften rock up till it's like paste. You must show me where you found the plants.' When they came to look for the place they couldn't find it. It's not easy to retrace your steps in jungle where no trails exist.' "
Brian Fawcett, EXPLORATION FAWCETT, The Companion Book Club, London, 1954: 105-106.
“I don't believe it! ' said a friend who had been a member of the Yale Peruvian Expedition that discovered Machu picchu in 1911. "I've seen the quarries where these stones were cut. I've seen them in all stages of preparation, and can assure you the fitting surfaces were worked by hand and nothing else!'
[but] another friend of mine told me the following story:
"Some years ago, when I was working in the mining camp a Cerro de Pasco (a place 14,000 feet up in the Andes of Central Peru), I went out one Sunday with some other Gringos to visit some old Inca or Pre-Inca graves to see if we could find anything worth while. We took our grub with us, and, of course, a few bottles of pisco and beer; and a peon-a cholo to help dig.
"Well, we had our lunch when we got to the burial place, and afterwards started to open up some graves that seemed to be untouched. We worked hard, and knocked off every now and again for a drink. I don't drink myself, but others did, especially one chap who poured too much pisco into himself and was inclined to be noisy. When we knocked off, all we found was an earthenware jar of about a quart capacity, and with liquid inside it.
'I bet its chicha!' said the noisy one. 'Let's try it and see what sort of stuff the Incas drank!
'Probably poison us if we do,' observed another.
'Tell you what, then–let's try it out on the peon !'
They dug the seal and stopper out of the jar's mouth, sniffed at the contents and called the peon over to them.
'Take a drink of this chicha,' ordered the drunk. The peon took the jar, hesitated and then with an expression of fear spreading over his face thrust it into the drunk's hands and backed away.
'No, no, senor,' he murmured. 'Not that. That's not chicha!' He turned and made off.
The drunk put the jar down on a flat-topped rock and set off in pursuit. 'Come on boys-catch him!' he yelled. They caught the wretched man, dragged him back, and ordered him to drink the contents of the jar. The peon struggled madly, his eyes popping. There was a bit of a scrimmage, and the jar was knocked over and broken, its contents forming a puddle on the top of the rock. Then the peon broke free and took to his heels.
Everyone laughed. It was a huge joke. But the exercise had made them thirsty and they went over to the sack where the beer-bottles lay.
About ten minutes later I bent over the rock and casually examined the pool of spilled liquid. It was no longer liquid; the whole patch where it had been, and the rock under it, were as soft as wet cement! It was as though the stone had melted, like wax under the influence of heat.–Ed."
Brian Fawcett, EXPLORATION FAWCETT, The Companion Book Club, London, 1954: 317-318.
C. ANCIENT STONE TECHNOLOGY
by Konstantin Artz.
Mysteries of the ancient cultures: Stone Technology
D. FABRICATION OF STONE OBJECTS, BY GEOPOLYMERIC SYNTHESIS
IN THE PRE-INCAN HUANKA CIVILISATION (PERU)
by Dr. JOSEPH DAVIDOVITS
The Geopolymer Library: List of articles
E. PUMA PUNKU THEORIES (2012)