Ardnamurchan Castle, seat of the MacIans and the MacDonalds Defeat of the Spanish Armada Diving to find the treasure galleon in Tobermory Bay The salvage steamer _Breamer_ equipped with suction dredge removing a sandbank from the supposed location of the _Florencia_ galleon in 1909 Scabbards, flasks, cannon balls, and small objects recovered from the sunken Armada galleon Stone cannon balls and breech-block of a breech-loading gun fished up from the wreck of the _Florencia_ galleon Sir George Rooke, commanding the British fleet at the battle of Vigo Bay _The Royal Sovereign_, one of Admiral Sir George Rooke's line-of-battle ships, engaged at Vigo Bay Framework of an "elevator" devised by Pino for raising the galleons in Vigo Bay An "elevator" with air bags inflated Cannon of the treasure galleons recovered by Pino from the bottom of Vigo Bay Hydroscope invented by Pino for exploring the sea bottom and successfully used in finding the galleons of Vigo Bay Lima Cathedral Treasure-seekers digging on Cocos Island Christian Cruse, the hermit treasure-seeker of Cocos Island Thetis Cove in calm weather, showing salvage operations Thetis Cove during the storm which wrecked the salvage equipment Sir Walter Raleigh Methods of manipulating the diving rod to find buried treasure Gibbs and Wansley burying the treasure The Portuguese captain cutting away the bag of moidores Interview between Lafitte, General Andrew Jackson, and Governor Claiborne The death of Black Beard THE BOOK OF BURIED TREASURE Of all the lives I ever say, A Pirate's be for I. Hap what hap may he's allus gay An' drinks an' bungs his eye. For his work he's never loth: An' a-pleasurin' he'll go; Tho' certain sure to be popt off, Yo, ho, with the rum below! In Bristowe I left Poll ashore, Well stored wi' togs an' gold, An' off I goes to sea for more, A-piratin' so bold. An' wounded in the arm I got, An' then a pretty blow; Comed home I find Poll's flowed away, Yo, ho, with the rum below! An' when my precious leg was lopt, Just for a bit of fun, I picks it up, on t'other hopt, An' rammed it in a gun. "What's that for?" cries out Salem Dick; "What for, my jumpin' beau? "Why, to give the lubbers one more kick!" Yo, ho, with the rum below! I 'llows this crazy hull o' mine At sea has had its share: Marooned three times an' wounded nine An' blowed up in the air. But ere to Execution Bay The wind these bones do blow, I'll drink an' fight what's left away, Yo, ho, with the rum below! --_An Old English Ballad_. THE BOOK OF BURIED TREASURE CHAPTER I THE WORLD-WIDE HUNT FOR VANISHED RICHES