The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-05-09

OblOng, fiat triangular pieces or dnll colored metal from two 10 four inches wide and long. My father dropped to his knees beside the barrel, and rub ping two of the pieces together, the bright yellow of gold greeted our as- tonished eyes.
 '"The pirates of gold. thank God: our prayers are answered; your mothers faith has triumphed. 'I had lost my trust" How shall we save it; how shall We get it home with safety by daylight. remembered just back from the shore in the wood a wide spreading groundt juniper bush, under which had a few days before dug out of his hole jack rabbit. So we scooped the pieces into our bags and dragging them
 to the hole, dumped them in, covering
 it with the broad flat branches of the bush.
 Then back to the shore we caved in the bank, covering the barrel and piled over it great heap of sea-weed the
 gale had washed ashore. This would attract no attention, as it was the cus-
 tom in the fall of the year to gather the
 sea-weed in heaps above the high wa ter mark for the purpose of banking up
 the cellar windows of the farm houses in winter. Then, working hard, we
 gathered Q goodly quantity of oysters
 around the seaweed, 1t being arranged
 my father should as an excuse remain
 and watch the oysters. as the gale had
 driven many. vessels into the Cove, and
 the sailors proving along the shore
 might find our Treasure Trove."
 to go home and take the family to
 meeting as usual My heart, you may
 believe, was up in my mouth as big as
 cocoanut all through the service. At sundown I put the oxen to the cart and
 found father in the wood with our treasure all safe. Then loading it into
 the cart well covered with sea-weed
 and oysters, we reached home unseen,
 as our neighbors were few and far be tween. In the northwest corner of old time cellars before the 'sice Age" was
 the cooling hole. This was hole dug in the bottom of the cellar, where pro- visions liable to spoil could be kept cool. It was the custom in the fall to de- posit in this hole bushels of oysters WlltCi, SON0Lpu WILL oCh-ENSCu seAass
 dian meal, and sprinkled with salt wa
 ter, would remain good the entire win ter, becoming very yellow-meated and solid from suckingin the meal and wa ter. The clam was the old-time beach combers clock that required no winding up. For it is a well-knoWn fact that bivalves, no matter how far removed from water, will upon the turn for the full of every tide, open their shells and such and smack with all their might, as was their habits in their native bed. Do they remember that their dinner
 was served every twelve hours? The
 good wife calls, Wake up, my man, i the tide has turned; the clans are sucking, Tn the night we put our troye
 and oysters covered with sea-weed and | meal into the hole to fatten, as in it's
 present condition it was no mortgage litter" My father concluded to take specimen pieces to an old friend in a ! New York bank and advise with him, The bank called in an expert, who pro-
 nounced it to be very old Spanish American gold. The ingots were from different smelts, but each piece was Estamped with its weight and cipher. It
 was arranged the troye should be
 brought to New York and purchased at | it's market value. Upon my fathers return he arranged with the captain of the packet Susan to take to New York i two barrels of "cohoug' clans as pres ents to his friends. So putting our 1 treasure bag into cider barrels and
 packing them solid with the cohougs on the morning Of the sailing day, we | keeping our weather eye" constantly upon our cohougs. S-,-z Towards night the wind dropped out
 and We anchored, my father and I ! keeping watch and watch throughout the night. Next morning no wind; when towards noon overheard French
 Johny say to Portuguese Joe, If the l 'dols" hold on until tomorrow We will
 be licked out of brub. We'll, says Joe, l We no starve; plenty cohoug,' You
 can never believe the fright we were l in at such a suggestion, the last one Ito
 be expected, but the. Best laid plans of
 mice and men go oft a'-Wae.' s <. I However, in time the wind freshened fair and we reached New York without l being obliged ao provision the packet. l We had barely reached the dock when father jumped ashore and hunting up a I dray, we loaded on our barrels. We again had a scare. When we remarked ''cohaugs make gang-p1ank grunt'' and the captain said in joke something l queer about those cider barrels. Dea-
 con, by the way you watched them,
 they must be filled with gold dia- 1 monds," for they are 'sheafty'' as a
 church debt. We reached the. bank
 quickly and a heavy load was lifted from our hearts when the barrels were
 safely rolled into the cellar of the bank. 1 The banker made an immediate a1-
 vance, pending an examination as to
 value, and we took the next packet l home, with funds enough to lift the
 Ogre mortgage and buy horses, carts,
 cattle and farm tools we needed so
 badly and to slick up the home general ly. Then came the wonder of the won- l ders Where on earth did all that
 money come from?" And as time
 passed on still the wonder grew.
 Strange tales were told; we had found :! the bottom of the pirate ship that went
 to pieces on the sunken rocks, the |