But how to do it? I must remove it to a hiding-place that would be
always found, that should be marked in a way and manner which time
could not destroy. For who could tell when it might be sought for
again? I had then, or, I should rather say, I was then maturing in my
mind the idea of writing down all this which I have now done--with
great pain and labour to myself!--and that writing might not see the
light again for twenty years, perhaps even longer. Therefore, 'twas
necessary the spot should be such as would never be changing, a spot
which must be the same fifty years hence as it was then. Consequently
a tree, for instance, could not be made a landmark or indicator, for
tempests might blow it to earth, or years rot it away. Then I thought
of a spot on which the sun should fall at a given day, hour, and
minute--which, as I have heard, is the commonest way of all for
persons burying treasure to mark the precise spot--only, supposing ere
the time to come when the hoard should be sought for, something was
builded over the spot, as might very well be if Coffin Island became
settled, as Tortola or Negada and some others are? This risk,
therefore, small as it might be, I would not run.
Still, what should I do? I must decide quickly, for if Martin and the
sloop were real things and not shadows they might be here at any
moment, and if once my task were finished I should not mind their
coming very greatly. I could, perhaps, avoid them somehow and get
away, leaving the goods safe. Quickly I must decide. Then, as an aid
to my doing so, I determined me to walk round the isle, thinking that
in such a way a spot might be found suitable for my purpose.
So I set forth, going armed, you may be sure.
Now, this daylight walk of mine about the island showed to me very
many things that I had not seen on my midnight rounds, when the
terrors and the ghastliness of the hut had driven me forth. I learned
among other things that, not very far from the hut itself, was the
little upland from which one could look down upon the whole of the
isle and all the coast around it, and also I could see down into my
cove where I had anchored the galliot, and did observe her lying there
safe as I had left her.
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