The morning call., 1894-10-28
THE OREGON ON THE BEACH.

were putting the tombstone over the grave
of Captain Cole that Mr.. Kinds concluded
to look for, hidden pirate treasure by dig
gIpg a hole near a palm tree. He had
reached depth Of about six feet when his
shovel struck something hard. He soon
dug it out and found bundle wrapped in
several layers of rags and papers, which
being unrOled revealed the three pewter
measures that are now on shelf in the
house on Leaven W Orth street.
The measures we're oXidiZed until they
were almost black, but were dry and the
sand fell out of them easily. In the largest
one was found piece of paper folded flat
inside of several other pieces. with the
name "Wakeman Cole, Brixton. England. ("
written on it. The paper was yellow and
soft, apparently with age, and the writing
hardly distiDgushable.
It was a startling 6nd under the circum-
stances and Mr.. Kinds thought at first th at
be had discovered some of the property
that once belonged to the dead sea captain.
but glance at the tombstone showed the
name to he Henry Cole instead of Wake
man Cole. After a moments reflection
MIR. Kinds knew that he had unearthed a
mystery.
The three measures appeared to belong
10 a past age. They were peculiar in
shape and graduated in size from one gill
10 one pint. Mr.. Kinds, who is of English
descent, knew that such measures are
always made by the English Government
in sets Of SIX, which graduate from one gill
to one gallon. 1t was plain that he had the
smaller half of some set and he dug several
hours in the hope of finding the rest, but
his labor was wasted.
There was nothing to indicate that Cap
tain Cole, whose tombstone had just been
placed, ever knew anything about the
pewter measures. There was no reason
why any of the crew of the Oregon should
have buried the property of the captain. In
fact, it was not plain why any one should
have buried them.
Mr. Kinds finally came to the conclusion
that the measures must have belonged to
some relative of Captain Cole who by
some strange coincidece was wrecked on
the same island. Perhaps one of those
unmarked graves was his.
1t seemed reasonable to suppose that
when the measures were buried they con-
tained valuables of some kind. They had
possibly been found by somebody, who
took the treasure and buried the measures
over again. But that part of the story is
one Of the my steries that will never be
solved until the sea gives up its dead.
In due time Mr.. Kinds reached England,
and before his return to this country,
which was about two months ago, went
to several towns called Brixton in the
hope of finding out something about his
measures. 1t was not until be found a
town on the coast near New Haven that
his search was rewarded. 1t was sleepy
little place Of great antiquity and the house
pointed out as the ancestral residence OF
the Coles was certainly over two centuries
old.
An aged man and woman lived there and
were asked if they ever knew any one by
the name of Henry Cole. The old man
replied that that was his name and that he
once had son by that name who was q
sea CAPTAIN, but was killed when his shil
was lost in the South Pacific. ''We are
all sailors in this family" said the old
man, s'and have been as long as anything
is known of us. l was captain myself
and only retired when got too old TO &c
to sea-"
"Do you know anybody by the name ot
Wakeman Cole?" asked Mr.. Hinds
The Old man thought long time an6
answered, There has not been anybody
of that Dame in the family for over hun
dred years"
Mr.. Kinds then showed the measures he
| had found on Oano Island to the ole