New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 6, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 13, 1919 Page: 3 of 8
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USE ANT’SEPTIO
LOVE AND ADVENTURE
teeth
CHAPTER II.
Nassau was the ren-
Here they came in
both
BAD COLD GOT YOU?
up a
FEEUNG GRIPPY?
Book I
Dr.
Provl-
To abort a cold
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
s
got thick with the old
used to go about a lot
were often off on so-
trips for days on end.
I too
Web-
Webster achieves eloquence
of himself—duck shooting,
Saunders’ subject is shark
Duck shooting and shark
It is enough. Here, for sen-
it is
most
all I
P. Tobias,
His Death-
Lord 1859.
poincianas.
handful of Englishmen,
the white linen suits of
carry on the government
A million and a half do!
lars buried on Dead Men’s
Shoes and a million on Short
Shrift island—what ho!
At this point John paused. We all
took a long breath, and Charlie Web-
ster gave a soft whistle and smacked
his lips.
“A million and a half dollars. What
ho!”
Then I, happening to cast my eye
through the open door, caught sight
of a face gazing through the ironwork
of the outer office with a fixed and
glittertng expression, a face anything
but prepossessing, the face of a halt-
breed, deeply pockmarked, with a
coarse hook nose and evil-looking eyes,
unnaturally close together. It was
evident from his expression that he
can take it in perfect
No bad after-effects,
a century. 60c. and
At your druggist.
Discovery
the road
Wanton Waste.
He—They are talking of breaking
up some of the old bureaus in our
company,- they are so much out of
date.
She—Oh. Will, what a shame! See
if you can’t buy a couple for me—the
most antique ones they have.
had not missed a word of the reading.
“There is someone in the outer of-
fice,” I said, and John rose and went
out.
“Good morning, Mr. Saunders,” said
an unpleasantly soft and cringing
voice.
“Good morning,” said John, some-
what grumpily, “what is it you want?”
It was some detail of account, which,
being dispatched, the man shuffled off,
with evident reluctance, casting a
long, inquisitive look at us seated at
the desk, and John, taking up the man-
uscript once more, resumed:
Being the Authentic Narrative ofa
Treasure Discovered in the Bahama
Islands in the Year 1003. Now First
Given to the Public.
NCE tried, always used. That’s
a trite expression, but one never
The purified and refined
calomel tablets that are
nausealess, safe and sure.
Medicinal virtues retain-
ed and improved. Sold
only in sealed packages.
Price 35c.
“Henry P. Tobias?” said Charlie
Webster. “Never heard of him. Did
you. John?”
“Never •”
And then there was a stir in the
'outer office. Someone was asking for .
the secretary of the treasury. So Johnf
rose-. - — ----1--------------■--
“I must get to work now, boys. We\
can talk it over tonight.” And then,
handing me the manuscript: “Take
it home with you, if you like, and
look it over at your leisure.”
As Charlie Webster and I passed
out-into the street I noticed the fel-
low of the sinister pockmarked visage
standing near the window of the in-
ner office. The window was open, and
anyone standing outside could easily
have heard everything that passed
inside. As the fellow caught my eye
he smiled unpleasantly and slunk off
down the street.
“Who is that fellow?” I asked Char-
lie. “He’s a queer-looking specimen.”
“Yes! he’s no good. Yet he’s more
half-witted than bad, perhaps. His
face is against him, poor devil.”
And we went our ways till the eve-
ning, I to post home to the further
study of the narrative. There, seated
on the pleasant veranda, I went over
it carefully, sentence by sentence.
While I was reading, someone called
me indoors. I put down the manu-
script on the little bamboo table at
my side and went in. When I re-
turned a few moments afterward the
manuscript was gone!
The Narrative of Henry
ex-Pirate, as Dictated on
bed, in the Year of Our
The good John had scarcely made
his leisurely, distinguished appearance
at his desk on the morrow when
entered by one door and Charlie
ster by the other.
“Now for the document,” we
exclaimed in a breath.
“Here it is,” he said, taking
rather grimy-looking roll of foolscap
from in front of him, which, as he
pointed out, was evidently the work
of a person of very little education,
and began to read as follows:
County of Travas, State of Texas,
December 1859.
Feeling my end is near, I make the fol-
lowing statement of my own free will and
without solicitation. In full exercise of all
my faculties, and feel that I am doing my
duty by so doing.
I was born in the city of Liverpool, Eng-
land (on the 5th day of December 1784).
My father was a seaman and when I was
young 1 followed the same occupation.
And it happened, that when, on a passage
from Spain to the West Indies, our ship
was attacked by free-traders, as they
called themselves, but they were pirates.
We all did our best, but were over-
powered, and the whole crew, except
three, were killed. I was one of the three
they did not kill. They carried us on
board their ship and kept us until next
day wnen they asked us to join them.
They tried to get us to join them willing-
ly, but we would not, when they became
enraged and loaded three cannon ana
lashed each one of us before the mouth
of each cannon and told us to take our
choice to join them, as they would touch
the guns and that damn quick. It is use-
less to say we accepted everything before
death, so we came one of the pirates’
crew. Both of my companions were killed
in less time than six months, but I was
with them for more than two years, in
which time we collected a vast quantity
of money from different ships we captured
and we burled a great amount in two
different lots. I helped to bury it with
my own hands. The location of which it
is my purpose to point out, so that it can
be found without trouble in the Bahama
islands. After I had been with them for
more than two years, we were attacked
by a large warship and our commander
told us to fight for our lives, as it would
be death if we were taken. But the guns
of -our ship were too small for the war-
ship, so our ship soon began to sink,
when the man-of-war ran alongside of our
vessels and tried to board us, but we were
sinking too fast, so she had to haul off
again, when our vessel sank with every-
thing on board, and I escaped by swim-
ming under the stern of the ship, as ours
sank, without being seen, and holding on
to the ship until dark, when I swam to a
portion of the wrecked vessel floating not
far away. And on that I floated. The
next morning the ship was not seen. I
was picked up by a passing vessel the
next day as a shipwrecked seaman.
And let me say here, I know that no
one escaped alive from our vessel except
myself and those that were taken by the
man-of-war. And those were all executed
as pirates—-so I know that no other man
knows of this treasure except myself and
it must be and is where we buried it until
today and unless you get it through this
statement it will remain there always and
do no one any good.
Therefore, it is your duty to trace it up
and get it for your own benefit, as well as
others, so delay not, but act as soon as
possible.
I will now describe the places, locations,
marks, etc., etc., so plainly that it can be
found, without any trouble.
The first is a sum of one million and a
half dollars ($1,500,000)—
I was
like an
friend
John Saunders, who at that time filled
with becoming dignity the high-sound-
ing office of secretary of the treasury
of his majesty’s government, in the
. quaint little town of Nassau, in the
island of New Providence, one of
those Bahama Islands that lie half
lost to the world to the southeast of
the Caribbean sea and form a some-
what neglected portion of the British
West Indies.
Time was when they had a sounding
name for themselves in the world;
when the now sleepy little harbor
gave shelter to rousing freebooters
and tarry pirates, tearing in there un-
der full sail with their loot from the
Spanish Main.
But those heroic days are gone, and
Nassau is given up to a sleepy trade
in sponges and tortoise shell, and
peace -is no name for the drowsy tenor
of the days under the palm trees and
the scarlet
Here a
clothed in
the tropics,
after the traditional manner of Brit-
ish colonies from time immemorial,
each of them, like my friend, not with-
out an English smile at the humor of
the thing, supporting the dignity of
offices with impressive names—lord
chief justice, attorney general, speak-
er of the house, lord high admiral,
colonial secretary and so forth.
My friend the secretary of the
treasury is a man possessing in an un-
common degree that rare and most at-
tractive of human qualities, compan-
ionableness. As we sit together in the
hush of his snuggery of an evening,
surrounded by guns, fishing lines and
old prints, there are times when we
scarcely exchange a dozen words be-
tween dinner and bedtime, and yet
we have all the time a keen and sat-
isfying sense of'companionship. It is
John Saunders’ gift. Companionship
seems quietly to ooze out of him,
without the need of words.
And occasionally we have as third
in those evening conclaves a big, slow-
smiling, broad-faced young merchant
of the same kidney. In he drops with
a nod and a smile, and takes his place
in the smoke cloud of our meditations,
radiating without the effort of speech
that good thing—humanity; though
one must not forget the one subject
oa which now and again the good
Charlie
in spite
John
fishing,
fishing,
sible men, is a sufficient basis for life-
long friendship, and unwearying, in-
exhaustible companionship.
“Pieces of Eight!” Immedi-
ately the imagination begins its
magic work. Thoughts fly to the
old pirate days of the West In-
dies—the days of the buccaneers,
of fighting, adventure and treas-
ure. “Pieces of Eight”—Spanish
dollars bearing the figure 8—
meaft to the imagination great,
dark, steel-bound chests, with
their puzzle-locks and mysterious
riches of gold and gems. They
mean pirate loot buried and lost
to their pirate owners—and still
waiting through the years a
lucky finder.
They mean, too, tropic climes
where it is always green and
frost is a thing unthinkable—
where fruit is ready to the hand
and clothing is an ornament and
the sun “comes up like thunder,”
and blue skies and crystal waters
run the gamut of all that is love-
ly in color.
Richard Le Gallienne is a lit-
erary
prose
So,
plot,
Eight” the charm of the written
word.
Love, adventure, mystery,
buried treasure amid scenes far
from the ordinary—what more
can the reader ask in entertain-
ment?
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Biliousness, sick headache, sour
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usual.
ing the place where It is buried, and
givjng directions for finding it—”
Charlie and 1 exclaimed together;
and John continued, with tantalizing
deliberation:
“It’s a statement purporting to be
made by some fellow on his death-
bed—some fellow dying out in Texas—
a quondam pirate, anxious to make
his peace at the end and to give his
friends the benefit of his knowledge.”
“Oh, John 1” said I, “I shan’t sleep
a wink tonight.”
“I don’t take much stock in it,” said
John. “I’m inclined to think it’s a
hoax. Someone trying to fool the old
fellow. . . . But, boys, it’s bed-
time, anyhow. Come down to the
office in the morning and we’ll look
it over.”
So our meeting broke up for the
time being, and taking my candle I
went upstairs, to dream of caves over-
flowing with goldpieces, and John Tin-
ker, fierce and mustachioed, standing
over me, a cutlass between his
and a revolver in each hand.
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What a delight an old apple, cherry
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My heart stands still sometimes
when I see the children swinging in
the plum tree, like the simians some
scientists tell us we have descended
from, and it is the only resemblance
of an ape I have observed in man-
kind. Surely there must be some re-
lation or there would be broken limbs
and broken heads among the flocks of
children that swarm in that glorious
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Frequent cautioning and pleadings
excite no fear, but if there are no
accidents the old plum is fulfilling a
splendid mission, though there are no
other plum trees sufficiently near for
the bees and insects to fertilize the
flowers, resulting in the tree produc-
ing only one kind of fruit, pleasure
for the children.
CHAPTER I.
— I—
introduces the Secretary of the Treas-
ury of His Britannic Majesty’s Gov-
ernment at Nassau, New
dence, Bahama Islands.
During the summer of 1903
paying what must have seemed
. interminable, visit to my old
King’s New
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It was in this peace of John Saun-
ders’ snuggery one July evening in
1903, the three of us being duly met
and ensconced in our respective arm-
chairs, that we got onto the subject
of buried treasure. It was I who start-
ed us off by asking John what he
knew about buried treasure.
2kt this John laughed his funny little
quiet laugh. “Buried treasureI” he
said; “well, I have little doubt that
the islands are full of it—if one only
knew how to get at it.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Certainly. Why not? Weren’t
these islands for nearly three centu-
ries the stamping ground of all the
pirates of the Spanish Main? Morgan
was here. Blackbeard was here. The
very governors themselves were little
better than pirates. This room we are
sitting in was the den of one of the
biggest rogues of them all—John Tin-
ker—the governor when Bruce was
here building Fort Montague at the
east end yonder; building it against
pirates, and little else but pirates at
the Government house all the time. A
great old time Tinker gave the poor
fellow. You can read all about it in
his ‘Memoirs.’
dezvous for all the cutthroats of the
Caribbean sea.
with their loot, their doubloons and
pieces of eight;” and John's eyes twin-
kled with enjoyment of the rich old
romantic words, as though they were
old port.
“Here they squandered much of it,
no. doubt, but they couldn’t squander it
all. Some of them were thrifty knaves,
too, and these, looking around for
some place of safety, would naturally
think of the bush. The niggers keep
their little hoards there to this day.”
“It is their form of stocking,” put in
Charlie Webster.
“Precisely. Well, as I was saying,
those old fellows would bury their
hoards in some cave or other, and then
go off—and get hanged. Their ghosts
perhaps came back. But their money
is still here, lots of it, you bet vour
life.”
“Do they ever make any finds?” I
asked.
“Nothing big that I know of. A jug
full of old coins now and then. I
found one a year or two ago in my
garden here—buried down among the
roots of that old fig tree.”
“Then,” put in Charlie, “there was
that mysterious stranger over at North
Cay. He’s supposed to have got away
with quite a pile.”
“Tell me about him,” said I.
“Well, there used to be an old ec-
centric character In the town here—a
halfbreed by the name of Andrews.
John will remember him—”
John nodded.
“He used to go arpund all the time
with a big umbrella, and muttering fp
himself. We used to think him half
crazy. Gone so brooding over this
very subject of buried treasure. Bet-
ter look out, young man!”—smiling at
me. “He used to be always grubbing
about in the bush, Well, several years
ago there came a visitor from New
York, and he
fellow. They
together, and
called fishing
Actually, it is believed, they were
after something on North Cay. At all
events some months afterward the
New Yorker disappeared as he had
come and has not been heard from
since. But since then they have found
a sort of brick vault ov#r there which
has evidently been excavated. I have
seen it myself. A sort of walled cham-
ber. There, it’s supposed the New
Yorker found something or other.
That’s the story for what it’s worth.”
As Charlie finished John slapped his
knee.
“The very thing for you I” he said;
“why have I never thought of it be-
fore?”
“What do you mean, John?” we both
asked.
“Why down at the office I’ve got the
very thing. A pity I haven’t got it
here. You must come in and see it
tomorrow.”
“What on earth is it? Why do you
keep us guessing?”
“Why, it’s an old manuscript that
came into my hands a short time ago.
Charlie, you remember old Wicks—old
Billy Wicks—‘Wrecker’ Wicks, they
called him—”
“I should say I do. A wonderful old
villain—”
“But the document, for heaven’s
sake,” I said. “The document first;
the story will keep.”
“Well, they were pulling down
Wicks’ own house just lately, and out
of the rafters there fell a roll of pa-
per—now I’m coming to it—a roll of
paper, purporting to be the account of
the burying of a certain treasure, tell-
. . . . a sum of one million and one
half dollars—buried at a cay known as
Dead Men’s Shoes, near Nassau, in the
Bahama islands. About fifty feet (50 ft.)
south of this Dead Men’s Shoes is. a rock,
on which we cut the form of a compass.
And twenty feet (20 ft.) East from the cay
Is another rock on which we cut a cross
(X). Under this rock it is buried four feet
(4 ft.) deep.
The other is a sum of one million dollars
($1,000,000). It is buried on what was
known as Short Shrift island; on the
highest point of this Short Shrift island
is a large cabbage wood stump and twenty
feet (20 ft.) south of that stump Is the
treasure, buried five feet (5 ft.) deep and
can be found without difficulty. Short
Shrift island is a place where passing
vessels stop to get fresh water. No great
distance from Nassau, so it can be easily
found.
The first pod was taken from a Spanish
merchant and it is in Spanish silver
dollars.
The other on Short Shrift island is in
different kinds of money, taken from dif-
ferent ships of different nations—it is all
good money.
Now friends, I have told you all that is
necessary for you to know to recover
these treasures and I leave it In your
hands and it is my request that when
you read this, you will at once take steps
to recover it, and when you get it,
my wish that you use it in a way
good to yourself and others. This is
ask.
I am, truly your friend,
HENRY P. TOBIAS.
craftsman. Poetry and
come equally to his pen.
in addition to interest of
we have in “Pieces of
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and Keeps ths Gums Firm and Healthy
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