Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1871-06-16
in imagination, busying herself with the
household responsibilities.

| the family. My lndustrlous, active
| minded taikative sister SADIE, who was
the beauty of the family, engaged with
her mother in domestic duties.
| Ny brother Joe, who was runabout,
| indulging in a favorite amusement of
playing marbles; and my youngest
brother Eb, who was but a wee thing,
| and had, but month or two before
left home, made his first appearance on
this worlds stage, was enlivening the
scene with some discordant cries, pecul-
| iarly unpleasant to a cultivated musical
| ear.
All this I could easily observe through
the aid of memory, as | quickly retraced
my steps to the scenes of the past, while
setting there, holding the hands of the
Clairvoyant.
"I have found the place." she said.
"How do you knowr | asked,
doubtingly.
"I know it is s.. Intutively know
| it,
"Well, we shall soon prove it. Please
| describe the town."
She answered by giving rapidly cor
| rect description of the place, and the
mountains which surrounded it. She
| then went on to describe the house and
its inmates.
[ was baff1ed and surprised. [ could
not understand. She had done it cor
rectly. | only knew that | could not
comprehend the psychological law of
mind, which even now is but little
understood, philosophically, that ena-
| bled her to traverse great distances, and
describe scenes which, in the flesh she
had never seen, and if she had, could
have known nothing of my family.
[. was thoroughly interested, and
questioned her to my hearts content.
She did not evade my question, but
| answered them readily and without re-
serve. She made no feints. to draw forth
suggestions from me, as is too often the
case with these clairvoyants who make
business of it.
She impressed me favorably with her
artlessness and unassuming manner; !;
and l believed her to be truthful. [ had
undoubted evidence of it in the singu-
larly correct answers to all my questions
often volunteering statements regard
ing my family, which | afterward
| learned were correct. [ believed in
her, so did several of my friends, whom
introduced to her, who obtained SINH
lar proofs Of her truthfulness. [ could
not do otherwise.
One day her uncle told me she could
| discover hidden treasure-that she could
see it buried in the earth, wherever it
might be hidden. So we agreed to test
| it.
There could be no lurking, selfish
motive in thus acquainting me with her
power, for | was to pay nothing for the
privilege of testing it but, on the con-
trary, if she failed, it would manifestly
be an injury to her.
In city like New Orlea IS, with its
peculiar and varied nationalities, it
would be strange if there was no money
concealed somewhere within its boun-
Diary.
| We agreed to give her a fair trial.
There were two of my friends who were
admitted " in the ring" We were not
required to disburse any money, but
simply to join and assist in the enter
prise.
There was stout Joe Knox, chief-engi-
| neer on a steamboat lying up for repairs
in the fourth district; there was Won
Valkenberg, " the Baron" as he was
called-which, with the uncle, the clair
voyant and myself formed the party Of
five to the compact.
We agreed that, in case anything
should be discovered, we would divide
the spoils equally.
Well, the claivoyant was soon put into
the somnoiescent condition, and re-
| quested to look for buried treasures. In
| her wanderings about the city she
stouck upon a wide avenue, which, from
| her description, must be in the lower
part of the city-the third district.
"What is the name of the street?" [
asked.
She cast her eyes upward, as if look
| ing for the name ON a corner of a street,
and said she could read Esplanade.
"Very well. What do you find in
that locality? ?" 1T was one of the old
est parts of the city,
| She replied there was an old, weather
beaten. one-story frame-house on the
corner, one room of which was used as
a k-shop in the other, the man who
kept it lived with his family. The mans
wife was sick at the time, and was lying
in bed. Under this bed, one of the
boards of the floor had been sawed out,
and made to be easily removed; under
this square piece of board, and at dis
tance of couple of feet below the sur
face, was buried an earthern pot, filled
with old Spanish coin and .jewels-that
they had belonged to an old daqo, who
was then dead, who had occupied the
house when Louisiana was a French
colony. He was river thief and assass-
in he had placed the pot there for safe
keeping; was captured while on trad
| ing visit to the Nassau tribe of Indians,
for some crime or outrage committed,
and was killed and his pot of money
had remained undiscovered.
But how to get it-that was the diff
Guilty. We visited the place, and found
the house as she described it. One Incl
dent in our visit produced a deep
impression upon all. She had described
some of the articles in this old curiosity
shop. Dickens must have had in his
mind its counterpart, when he wrote
his well-known story of the "Old Curl
osity Shop" Among the articles was a
large piece of iron, that was part of the
machinery of steamboat The clairvoy-
ant had given the technical name of
this piece of iron, which have unfor-
tunately forgotten. There was the piece
of iron sure enough, and it was this that
produced a deep impression. How
should she know the technical name of
a piece of machinery? The engineer,
Knox, knew she was right; he at once
recognized it.
1t encouraged us greatly; but how to
get at the pot of money, we did not
know. The woman of the old tumble
down rookery was sick and in bed we