Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-24
THE BURIED TREASURE,

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In the village Of Mortified, Mass
there stands, or once did stand, very old
house, built long before the Revolution,
and chiefly remarkable tor hearthstone.
> on which for long time regarded as en-
bracing, III some hidden combination of
letters, Il peculiar and mysterious SEN
tencc. What this sentence was had been
forgotten by the tenents of the house and
all the people in the neighborhood long
before the writer became acquainted with
the circumstances, though tradition as
serts that it had been we'll known, years
and years ago. The house was built by
one of the first persons who came up the
valley or the rivera sober, rigid Puritan
walking before God and man, as all our
ancestors Walked in q hard, straight and
Iaborious path eff life. He had an only
daughter and an only son who were both
born in this house and brought up on
this farm, until the period at which my
story commences, which was when the
daughter was just eighteen years of age.
The house stands on one of those natur-
raj terraces that are often found in the val
ley Of the Connecticut. rising one above
another, for one or tso miles from the
river; and d large bend in the stream, as
it comes winding its way down from the
north, presented to the view from the door
Of house Il long sweep Of meadow and
distant view of the valley, which must
have had the same prominent feature that
it now wears, and which the reader, if he
has ever ridden north out of the beauti-
full village, cannot have failed to remark
and to remember. The house of Deacon
F., as have said stood with this view be-
fore it; and directly IN front of the house
was a place where the Indians often left
their canoes, in passing and repassing the
the river, which has since become the site
of ferry.
The summer Of the year 1899 had been
one OF the unusual prosperity and peace
to the w"ole settlement. The Indians
had been unusually well-disposed towards
the whites and, although large encamp-
ment of the savages had kept their
headquarters on q hill mile
below, on the other side of the
river, yet their warriors had foune plenty
OF game in the woods and fish in the
deep waters of the Connecticut, to keep
them employed. The harvest promised
to be very abundant to the white man,
and that beautiful part of the autumn.
to which our ancestors gave the name of
Indian Summer, had been protracted so
far through the month of October as to
warrant the hope Of a mild winter. The
minds of the good people had been, how
ever, not Il little excited by the various
and contradictory rumors which came up
the river, from time to time, concerning
the sudden appearance Of q vessel in
Long Island Sound, supposed to be that
of the noted Captain Robert Kidd. But
when, in the course Of that summer. the
news came of his having, been actually
taken, brougot into Boston and then sent
to England to receive his trial, the tales
and wonders of the gold he had buried
with it to keep it safe-which tales and
wonders had been doubted by some
were now fully established in the faith of
all. Every person who appeared in any
part of the country and moved about with
anything OF a mysterious air was at once
set down as follower of Kidd, come to
search for the treasure buried in the hrr-
ny of their flying visits to the coast. This
was not without reason, for there were,
undoubtedly, vast quantities of treasure
concealed by that desperate pirate and
his band, in various places.
1t was q beautiful afternoon in the
year 1899 that Mary F--was sitting
with her mother in front of the house
spinning flax thread. The deacon and
his son were in the fields, gathering the
rich harvest of their summers work. AS
the old lady and her daughter looked to-
ward the river, on hearing the splash
made by canoe thrown in off the othe,
side, they saw three persons descending
the steep, and an Indian engaged in right
ing and preparing the light bark which
he had tossed into the stream from the
top of the bank. Very soon they all en-
tered the boat, and the Indian began to
paddle towards the opposite shore AS
soon as they landed, the three white men
stepped On shore and made their way to-
wards the house; two of them bearing a
small trunk, which seemed very heavy
while the third led the way. They ad.
vanced toward Mrs. F., and the fore.
most of the strangers, who seemed Young.
or than the others as we'll as of some au
thority with them, desired to know if he
could be permitted to remain, with his
followers until the next day. He was &
very fair-spoken young man, and had t
pleasant countenance, though the old lady
by no means liked the appearance of the
two desperate-looking, coarse and out
landish men who carried the trunk. Sht
babe them to nc seated, however, unit
the deacon should come to supper, TO-
Mrs. F--never did anything withou
consulting the deacon's pleasure, at leas
after it was DONE. In the meantime sht
and Mary went in to prepare for the even
ing meal.
The deacon and Medad returned a
shutdown, and the stranger renewed his
solicitations to be allowed to rest there
tor the night, stating that he was going
north into Canada. Deacon F--Was
stern, iron-hearted man, and had hearG
so much of late concerning Kidd's pirates
that he hesltated some time whether tc
receive these men who came from nobody
knows where, and were evidently a going
to much worse place. However, he
told the young man that his followers
might sleep in the barn, and they would
try and find bed in the house for him
The stranger, whom have represented
as the youngest of the three, was tai
dark complexioned man, of about seve,
or eight and twenty, with strong mark
OF resolution and daring countenancc