The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1878-07-27
OUR STORY TELLER.
CAPTAIN KYD'S TREASURES.

At many points in the vicinity of
New York, along the Hudson River, on
Long Island and in New Jersey, there is
an ineradicable faith among the local in
habitants in the existence of vast sums
of buried treasure supposed to have
been concealed by that redoubtable sea-
wolf who has been represented in an
ancient ballad as singing:
"Ohl my name is Captain Kyd,
And most wicked things did,
As sailed"
In the neighborhood of the Shrews-
bury River, N. j., local tradition is most
positive in affirmation of chests of gold
and Jewels sunk in the ground some
where about there, and there are ancient
fishermen who will swear that they have
seen the COLLINS, specters and demons
popularity supposed to guard that treas
ure. Some confirmation of their aver
ments, the credulous may find in the
fact that on every occasion when such
APART ons have been seen, it has sub
sequently clearly demonstrated that
sp rits had been about at the time or
very shortly before. Indeed one veneer
able FISHERMAN, Uncle Dan Racket,
solemnly AYERS that he has so often met
one particular goblin that they have
got upon quite friendly and social terms,
and says the old man: He looks so
gnod-natured at me ] do believe he'd
give me whack at the money if he
wasn't afraid the others d play merry
- with him If he went back onto his
job as Waterman"
The superstitions about those buried
treasures have grown instead of weaken
ing by time, have strengthened in gen.
Grafton, after generation, but there
is less consequent exertion for
the recovery of the lost wealth than
there used to be-much less than one
would naturally expect when there is so
little doubt of its existence. Forty
years ago, or even twenty-five, nearly
every able-bodied man near Shrewsbury
River had borne his part in the general
turning up of likely spots. But, singu-
larly enough, hand in hand with the
conviction that his wealth is there, goes
another that it is useless to search for
it. since it is guarded by devils whose
magical arts always sufficient to be-
guile or brighten away the seekers.
Hiram and Charles Greenwood, fisher
men, who lived near Red Bank, thirty
years ago, WIRE at the time among the
most persistent seekers after "Kyd's
buried millions"
Their belief in the practicability of
unearthing the treasure was about the
only thing in which they agreed, for no
two men within ten miles around, on
land and water, were on worse terms
than they, brothers though they were
Each had so fully made up his mind to
get that money, that he more than half
regarded himself already as its rightful
proprietor, and looked upon the other
persistent search as a wicked endeavor
to rob him of hiH own. So they went ont
fishing separately; solidarity meditated
and speculated upon the possibilities of
the future as they baited their hooks
and drew in their finny prey; dreamed
wild visions of wealth and power as their
exhausted frames lay in hard-earned re-
pose in their separate cabins, and each,
when he fancied some presage in dream
had vaguely indicated the spot where he
should dig, would HE him out alone in
the night to delve hopefully, but ever
in vain.
Hiram, the youngest brother, was the
first to weary of this contest, and made
some overtures for a combination of
forces to his brother, but they were
scornfully rejected. Then he deter
mined that, for time at least, he would
content himself with watching Charles
at work, so that if Charles should be so
lucky as to find anything he would
pounce upon him with demand for an
equal share of the find.
Night after night he followed Charles,
crawling in the sand, under the shade of
the stunued bushes, behind clumps of
trees, and even in the water, managing
always to keep near him, yet without his
presence being once suspected.
At length his pa fence seemed likely
to be rewarded. He heard; Charles's mat
took strike some metallic substance in a
shallow hole, saw by his eagerness and
excited gesticulation that he had found
something unusual, and at once sprang
from his concealment with a shout of
half is mine! | claim haIfv'
Claim what yeu like, you'll get
nothing of this" replied Charles, in a
tone OF menace, standing guard over the
hole he had dug.
| dreamed of this spot, and was Just
coming to dig it up argued Hiram.
No odds to me what You dreamed.
I'm here first, and all there i, belongs to
me-" answered Charles.
Angry words and threats followed un-
TIL Hiram sprang upon his brother and a
desperate hand-to-haud fight ensued.
Fortunately neither had any other
weapon which he could use in close
quarters than his fists, but both were
strong men, stimulated almost, if not
quite, to frenzy, and their combat was
q furious one. They fought until both
were exhausted, and then fell together
across the shallow hole in which Lay, az