The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-09-04
By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY
copyras1A. 1912. by Cyrus Townsend ,Farody

Our first waking thought was for the ship. She was still there in the off1ng She had been hove to during the night. I could imagine what fierce debate and wrangltng there were aboard her.
 The day that passed was much like the afternoon before. Although we were by this time persuaded that the reef was an absolute protection, vague possibility that they cd ld de- wise means to pass it in some way kept us uneasy on the sand. We must have them under observation. We were eager to explore the beautiful vale inclosed by the huge rampant, but we did not dare to be where we could not watch the ship We did walk along the shore and ascend the giant stairs in the afternoon, then, while she watched the sea within calling dis tance of me, I managed to penetrate the jungle with ax in hand, so that finally made shift to cut down a cocoa palm tree, and we gathered as many delicious nuts as we could carry and returned to the shore.
 That night the sun set amid lowering clouds. With a sailors weather sense, was sure that we should have a storm. Pimban and G1ibby sensed it too. We could see them making things snug alow and aIoft They were good enough seamen, as far as that goes. The wind, if it came, would be off shore, and there would be no danger of the ship being driven upon our reef, but there were islands to Ieeward, which they seemed to have forgotten, ] Which-I remembered.
 explained all this to my little mis- fTRGS a I night She would be perfectly protect ed by the overhang of the cliff and the overturned boat, and I told her, al- though l left her alone in the boat, that the same overhang of the cliff would protect me from the wind and the rain if the storm broke. And so after prayers again and long look seaward we went to sleep.
 About midnight, so far as I could judge, I was awakened The storm broke with all the suddenness and fn- tensity of the tropics. Such peals of thunder and such flashes of lightning have never witnessed, although I had been in many storms throughout the world. To sleep was impossible Mis- tress Lucy came out from her boat and stood beside me as we leaned against the cliff while the storm drove harm , lessly over our heads.
 We could see the ship at intervals by the vivid flashes of lightning. She was making fearful weather of it. She was always wet ship, and the huge waves fairly rolled over her. Once she went over nearly on her beam ends, and thought she was gone. I didn't view her position with great deal of regret either. Presently she drove off before the wind with a rag of her fore tOps1 still showing, and that was the last we saw of her or her men, we thought
 Storm bound under the lee of the cliffs, we passed long and anxious hours the next, day, although our only misfortune was the tnclemencY of the weather, for we were completely shel- tered, and we had plenty of the refresh ing milk of the cocoanut to vary our other food. The second day after it began the tempest finally blew itself out, although the great surging seas still broke tremendously over the bar rier reef and the spray shot a score of feet or more above the crests of the highest waves. It was only the reflex of the storm, however, for during the night the wind had subsided into a gentle breeze
 When we scanned the sea next morn Ing there was, or course, no sign Of the ship. Our first inclination, and there was none to say us nay now, was to mount the stairs, cross the wall and look for that cave. We had neither chart nor record left, we had but our memories to trust to, but we were both agreed that the cave lay in the inner wall and that the parchment said it was the central one of three adjacent openings which gave entrance to the treasure chamber. And we could get a bearing on it from the central hill.
 Now I had noticed that the coral wall both on the outer and inner sides was honeycombed with openings, rifts, Assures and caves which, by the way, were more frequent and deeper on the inside face, why I know not We should have been compelled painfully and Iaboriously to search the whole face of the cliff in it's extent of fifteen miles or so, but for the further direc- ton of the parchment I was thank full that, sailor like, old Sir Philip had given us the bearing. How did his words run? Something like this. my memory told me.
 ''Toe fynde ye mouthe of ye tresur cave take y91P bearings aIonge ye southe of ye three Goddes on ye Altar of Skulls on ye middeI hilIe.- e.--,Wh. ye line