She recalled their former meeting, inquired as to the veracity of what she had then said, and ended by telling him there was a very good clairvoyant, Madame Maine, with her at that time, and, if he liked, she would put her to sleep and have him examined. He was at the time suffering from a recent attack of the Asiatic cholera, which was accurately described by Madame M., even to the time and place of his sickness, for which she wrote a prescription, which he took in all faith. She then went on to tell what he was to do for the future. “You will dig for a pirate’s money,” she said, “and you will find”--here she hesitated. “A bugbear,” he said, laughing. “The pirate, himself, sir,” she added, “or, rather what there is left of what was once a pirate, and a treasure with him.” “That is encouraging,” he said, concealing his unbelief “Can you tell me where this money lies that I am to dig for?” “It is somewhere by the sea-side, I think,” she answered; “less than twenty miles from Boston.” Well, he left with his confidence in mesmerism so much lessened that he never used his prescription. A short time after that he met two or three young men conversing upon that subject. They had heard something of Mr. M.’s experience, and wanted to hear more. “What is the most likely thing they ever told you?” one asked. “That I should go digging for money,” he replied. A burst of laughter followed this grave assertion, and they asked to have it explained. “Well the truth is this. Madame Maine told me that I was soon to be engaged in searching, or rather digging, for a pirate and his money.” “Do you know where it is?” asked one, whose name was Olds. Marble laughed at the thoughtful look which had settled on their faces, and answered, “No; she gave out when she had got about so far, and could not tell the rest.” “I’ll warrant it was down in Lynn!” exclaimed Olds. “What do you know about Lynn?” Marble asked. “I have been there, myself,” he answered, earnestly; “and I have no doubt that there is money there. At any rate I advise you to try it.” Soon after this Marble consulted a physician, who told him that he needed a change; the salt air would be good for him; he had better pay the sea-shore a visit. This decided him, for, as he afterward expressed it, everybody and everything he met seemed to be pointing him away, away. “I will go and work a fortnight,” he said; and nobly well has his word been kept. Upon this he went and took a survey of the rock. It contained a huge chasm, which he thought would lead to a cave, _if there was one_, with a very little trouble. He commenced work in company with two other men, and made slow work of it, too, as the rock was very hard, and they had nothing to direct their motions, and nothing but hope to live upon as far as the work in the rock was concerned.