The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1914-01-30
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ever, the awful loneliness so weighed upon
the mind of the sole survivor that he
could endure it no longer. and, choosing
to risk death upon the open sea rather
than madness on the lonely isle, he set
sail in his little boat after nearly a year
of solitude.
Fortunately he sailed due north and
within a week was in the track Of the
Spanish merchantmen plying between the
West Indies and Spain and was picked up
by one of these vessels homeward bound
The story he told was merely one of
shipwreck in which all but few had per-
ished, the balance, except himself dying
after they reached the island He did not
mention the mutiny or the chest of buried
treasure.
The master of the merchantmen as
sured him that from the position at which
they picked him up and the prevailing
winds for the past week he could have
been on no other island than one Of the
Cape Verde group. which lie off the west
coast of Africa in about 16 degrees or II
degrees north latitude.
His letter described the island minutely,
as well the location of the treasure,
and was accompanied by the crudest. fun
NEST little old map you ever saw, with
trees and rocks all marked by scrawly
KS to show the exact spot where the
treasure had been buried.
When papa explained the real nature
of the expedition my heart sank. for
know so well how visionary and imprac-
teal the poor dear has always been that
L feared that he had again been duped,
especially when he told me that he had
paid a thousand dollars for the letter and
map.
To add to my distress / learned that he
had borrowed $4,000 more from Robert
Canler and had given his notes for the
amount.
Mr. Canler had asked for no security,
and you know, dearie. what that will
mean for me if papa cannot meet them.
Oh how l detest that man!
We all tried to look on the bright side
of things, but Mr.. Philander and Mr..
Clayton-he Joined us in London just for
the adventure-both felt as skeptical as l.
To make long story short. We found
the island and the treasurer great iron
bound oak chest wrapped in many layers
of oiled sailcloth and as strong and firm
as when IT had been buried nearly 200
years ago.
1t was simply filled with gold coin and
was so heavy that four men bent beneath
it's weight
The horrid thing seems to bring nothing
but murder and misfortune to those who
have to do with 1t, for three days after
we sailed from the Cape Verde islands our
own crew mutinied and killed every one Of
their officers.
1t was the most terrifying experience
one could imagine. l cannot even write
of it.
They were going to kill us, too but one
of them, the leader, a man named King.
would not let them, and so they sailed
south along the coast to a lonely spot
where they found good harbor. and here
they have landed and left us.
They sailed away with the treasure to-
day. but Mr.. Clayton says they will meet
with a fate similar to the mutineers Of
the ancient galleon. because King, the
only man aboard who knew aught of nav
igation, was murdered on the beach by
one Of the men the day we landed.
l wish you could know Mr.. Clayton. He
is the dearest fellow imaginable. and, I'M
less 1 am mistaken. he has fallen very
much in love with poor little me.
He is the only son Of Lord Greystoke
and some day will inherit the title and
estates In addition. he is wealthy in his
own right. But the fact that he is going
to be an English lord makes me very sad
You know what my sentiments have al
ways been relative to American girls who
married titled foreigners. Oh, If he were
only plain American gentleman
But it isn't his fault, poor fellow, and in
everything except birth he would do cred
it to my darling old country. and that is
the greatest compliment I know how to
pay any man.
We have had the most weird experiences
since we were landed here-papa and Mr..
Philander lost in the jungle and chased
by real lion: Mr.. Clayton lost and at
tackled twice by wild beasts; Esmeralda
and l cornered in an old cabin by a per-
fectly awful man eating tiger! Oh, 1t was
simply "terrifical" as Esmeralda would
sayi
But the strangest part Of 1t all is the
wonderful creature who rescued US all. !
have not seen him, but Mr.. Clayton and
papa and Mr.. Philander have, and they
say that he is a perfectly godlike white
man tanned to dusky brown. with the
strength of a wild elephant, the agility of
monkey and the bravery of a lion.
He speaks no English and vanishes as
quickly and as mysteriously after he has
performed some valorous deed as though
he were dsembodied spirit.
Then we have another weird neighhor,