Cursed be the treasureDrake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
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Cursed be the treasure
Drake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
Now I think at this time I had three ambitions. The winning of the
knife was one, perhaps the chief one. Next to that I wanted to find
some quite new hiding-place where even my father wouldn't be able to
find me. That he had hiding-places out of my knowledge I was only
too sadly aware, but so far, as well as I knew the coast and the
countryside, I hadn't succeeded in baffling his pursuit. My third great
ambition was to find some underground communication between the shore
and the woodland. I assumed that such a communication existed, and I
explored all the caves and inlets for miles along the coast, but so far
without success. There were long caverns eating far into the cliffs,
some slippery with sea-weed, some above the line of the high tides
where the going was fairly easy; but none gave me the passage I was
seeking.
There were several caves that I particularly suspected of concealing
the desired secret. There was one which I named the Dragon's Mouth;
for, following my father's lead, I gave my own names to all the
landmarks of the place, not being satisfied as a rule with the rather
unimaginative names which custom had christened them with. This cave I
named the Dragon's Mouth because blocking the opening was one huge rock
like the tongue of some colossal monster thrust out through its jaws.
I believed that if only the creature would draw in its tongue I should
find the passage of my desires. Then there was Ebb-Tide Cave opening
into Ebb-Tide Pool. I believe this name was of my father's giving. At
high tide the pool, which was well hidden with a wall of rock, and
invisible from the top of the cliff, which dropped steeply to a level
platform and swelled out into a huge overbrowing arch of granite, was
open to the sea through a twisting channel where a fair-sized boat
might pass, I thought; and many were the dreams I fancied to myself
of the coming and going of secret ships. But at low water the channel
was closed, and so in stormy weather Ebb-Tide Pool was an ideal
bathing-place. At high tide the cave was also in deep water, but dry,
or nearly so, at low tide. But the baffling puzzle of the cave was
that it stopped abruptly after some twenty yards, blankly walled with
two great flattish rocks which looked for all the world like the two
halves of a huge gate. And many a day I spent searching for the secret
of their opening, but never with any hint of success.
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