The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1886-01-02

The my--ery was now clear e. Tit
cave communicated directly with tie sea
but in such a way as to make an entrance
for any large object impossible from that Iii
~rectiOn.
Turning his back upon tie water, and hold
ing up the candle, he examined the Inferior.
Tho damp black rocks rose on every side, and
from tie roof hung spo,gy and lideous
weeds, like those fungi to be seen in sunless
vaults of wine, but piled against the inner
wall was a hoard Of treasures to make a
smuggler's mouth water or turn a wrecker's
brain.
Puncheonso of rum and other spirits, bales
Of wool, plenks of mahogany n pine. oars,
broken masts. coils Of rope, tanglcs Of run
ming rigging, flags of all nations, and articles
Of such material as is used on shipboard.
swinging tables, brass swinging lamps, mast
head lanterns and hammocks; enough and to
spare, in short, to fit out a small fleet Of YES
sels. Lost in aE,azement, BrinLlcy examined
this extraordinary hoard, tie accumulation
doubtless of many years. All at once bis eve
fell upon q large canvas bag, rotten with
age, and gaping open. 1t was as full as it
could hold with pieces Of gold, bearing the
supe-scr;ption CT the mint Of Spain.
o William Jonesi William Jonesl And all
this was yours, ut least by right OF p,unde-,
upon the Queens seaway; all this which,
TUNED into cash, would heve made a man
rich beyond the dreams of a~vcr.ce, was the
possession Of one who lived hko C. misery bep-
gar, grudeed himself and his flesh and blood
the common uecesar.es of life, erd lad never
been known, from boyhocd upward, to givea
starving fe-.ow-crcature SO much c5 n crust of
bread, or to drop a Tenny into The poor-box.
0 William Jonesl V illia1n Jones!
The above reflection and parenthesis belong.
not to the present writer, but to my ndven-
furious disc,verer, the captain nj tho car
AVIAN.
As Brinkley proceeded on his tour Of in
spection he became more and mere struck
with wonder. Nothing seemed too insignificant
or too preposterously Useless for secretion in
that extraordinary ships cavern. There were
and brooms, there were lulvstcnes,
there were "~squeegees, " there were canisters
timed provisions, there were baCs OF
weeviled biscuits, there " ere sacks Of POTATOES
(which escu.en.s, long since neglected, had
lctuaEy sp-outed ard put forth lcavcs,. +her-
"c-o TIE bolts, thc-e were tin rigs ard
pcnn-k-,5, AMI lastly, miru5ile d.csu. tLe-e
se.e DOCS. Sad boolsl lay p-,ei en- tSe top
II a Lc-p of sac,,s. cnI were in C,,e Iast sta-o
II n:LIew and decay. For vtat p-r,ose lad {
.sey been carried therea Certainly tot to :
orm q library, for William Jones could not
cad. As clr;os.tydeepened Brin.lcy opened
ONE OF the fo-lorn volumes, covered with !
aA-ew and FIJI Of hideous, crawling thin~s. i
LOT were IN FOREIGN TONGUES, but there were
everal English novels, half a century old. 2
nd a book Of famous Voyages" also in i
'nClsh. Near to then were some large
apcr rolstships' charts, evidently. and O
most falling to pieces. And on Tie tco of
10 charts was a tiny prayerbook, slime :
overed and dripping wetl A
hat possessed Brink,ey to examine tie
rayer book cannot determine, but in af.cr
'ars he always averred that it was an in-
llration- At any rate, he did open it, ard
w thai the fly leaf was covered with wit 4
g, yellow, difficult to decipher, fast fading
way. But what more particularly attracted \
3 attention was a loose piece of parchment, '
stoned to the title page with a rusty pin, :
ID covered also with written characters.
Fixing the candle on a nook in the damn \
II, he inspected the title page, and de-
ohered these words: !
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