The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1889-11-16

drames of the buried treasure near Car
richabrick castle. "Begorra," says | to
myself at last. I'm visit the castle this
very night an see the end Of it, even if /
have TO risk my life in the attempt"
The resolution was no sooner made
than l quilted the dairy, but when I got
outside Ned, the donkey, was nowhere
to be found; that was the second time he
disappeared from me in the one day. l
searched high and low, but sorrow sign
of him could / see. / was Just giving
up the hunt for him when | was towld
by Il man from Tallow that if / wished
to recover him Id have to trudge over
to the pound again. "Wish'd, then. We
thievin' donkey" says | to myself, ''if
this goes on much longer all my profits
will be spent in payin' fines" Ihad him
released, however, an put him up for
the night at a respectable house of enter
tainment for ma and haste. and then
made up my mind to visit Carrickabrick
castle. So, without broachin' a word TO
any one,I went in search of a pick,
spade an lanthern. From Milkmarliet
lane / walked straight down the Mill
road, and after crossin' the first field /
was o within view of the ovid paper
mill, and after pickin' my steps over the
plank that crossed the mill race, as good
luck would have it, the first livin' Great
ure l met was young Jenny Madden, a
clever boy that knew every hole an COR
ner O. the mill.
When ] towld him what l wanted he
lost no time in hunting up the necessary
implements, an in less than five minits I
had a spade and pickax, a stable lanthern
and a coil of rope. The reason / tuck
the rope was because | had to climb a
rock by the Blackwater, about thirty
feet high, before gettin' on a level with
the castle grounds. Well, sir, back |
went to the field with my mining tools
under my arm, sayin' nothin', but smok-
in my pipe and stndyin' the stars until
I got to the big rock overlookin' the
river. / then tied the implements to-
gether, an tuck the other end o. the
rope in my hand and made my way up
the best way l could. Some O. the foot
holds wor as slippery as glass, but I kept
a tight how'd by the c~revices, for | knew
that by one false move I'd be smashed to
atoms. When I landed safe at the top
O the rock / pulled up the rope and un-
tied the tools. / then sat down neal the
edge O the rock to ketch my breath,
when all at once my eye tuck in at a
single glance the charmin' scene spread
out before me.
There was the beautiful sumner moon
dancin' on the face O. the Blackwater. l
could also see her bright bames fallin'
over the glorious fields o yallow grain,
and from the ruined castle behind my
back / could hear the noise o. the bat,
the owl an the jackdaws, that were
goin' to roost for the night in the hooks
and crannies O. the broken walls. Then
/ thought 1 could hear the strangest
music comm from the purity green
grove, but / found out that it was only
the light summer winds singin' their
way through the trees. At last | rose
up, lighted my lanthern, and set out like
another Columbus on my voyage Of dis
covery around the castle ruins. After
gropin' my way for a few minits, what
dye think tripped me up, but the round
white stone mentioned in the quare
drames o. my three friends. There it
was as plain as a pike staff beside a bit
O. brushwood within about a yard o.
Carrickabrick castle.
So without losin' a mint ] threw off
my coat and to work I went. After
diggin' for awhile my pick KEN in con
tact with a substance that didn't seem
to be as hard as a rock nor as soft as a
sponge either. If you could see me that
moment you'd be astonished, for / lep-
ped sky high, I was SO full O. Joy at the
thought O. my good luck. When / KEN
to myself, I threw away the pick an be-
gan to shovel the loose soil from around
the crock as / thought it, but begorra,
sir, twas only a common ovid butther
tub covered over at the top with musty
ovid newspapers. Now for my golden
discovery says / to myself as | tore Off
the paper cover. BY the light o the
moon an my lanthern as well, I then
took a peep at the precious treasure l
thought was goin' to make a mar O. me
for life.
"What does this name, at alp says /.
81 was always of the opinion that goold
was yallow, but if my eyes doesn't
decave me the contints of this tub has a
greenish hue 1t was then / put down
my hands an lifted up what the hutther
tub contained, an what dye think I
found for my trouble? Why, sir, moth
ing less than the three big heads o cab
bage that were takin' put o. my car On
Milkmarket lane that very same morn
in.
Twas then I began to find out I was
the victim Of a hoax. So / left the min
ing implements to take care o them
selves, s~howldered the butther tub with
its cargo O cabbages, left the castle by a
short cut, an, after gettin' my donkey
an car, went straight home by way O.
the Balinafana' road. In the coorse of a
few days the whole sacret leaked out.
The three drames-the takin' O the cab
bages and the poundin' O the donkey
was nately planned that nornin' by Pat
Howe, and his friends Cox an Dennehy;
an now you have the whole Of it, for
twas on account of that nights adven-