The story hunter : $b or, Tales of the weird and wild — John Shaqi
The story hunter : $b or, Tales of the weird and wildSuffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
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The story hunter : $b or, Tales of the weird and wild
Suffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
Hypnotism -- Fiction; Short stories, English; Supernatural -- Fiction
The cut gems we put carefully by in a box, and those in a rough state,
which we had more difficulty in finding because they were of a dull and
lustreless surface, we placed in a large leathern bag.
I found I had literally been shovelling up precious stones when I
fancied I was digging gravel, but now that I was aware of the value
of the gravel-bed, I carefully brought every basketful ashore, and
together we sorted over the contents.
For several weeks, night by night, I continued my work of diving, until
nature gave out, and I became completely prostrate, and by my old
friend’s advice resolved to give up seeking for more valuables. I had
gold of ten times my own weight, several leathern bags of natural uncut
gems, about a peck of beautiful cut jewels, and enough ring-seals
and ornaments to stock a museum; I was rich beyond my most extravagant
dreams. I was twice over a millionaire!
[Illustration: “Precious stones, cut and uncut, were to be seen
sparkling amid the heap of gravel.”--_p. 58._]
The Wandering Jew had but a few more days to be with me, for he may not
sojourn at one place more than six months, and that privilege is only
allowed him once in each century; at other times a calendar month is
his longest stay at any place. Usually he tramps from place to place,
halting but a short time at each town or village; at other times he
undertakes long journeys among the Caucasus Mountains, the Urals, or
the Alps; at other times he hies him to Norway, Finland, and even
Siberia. These journeys he undertakes with no other encumbrance than a
long staff. He can accomplish feats that would be impossible to other
mortals: no wild animal dare attack him; cold he can feel but it cannot
harm him; sleep has no hold upon him when he wills himself to remain
awake, nor does hunger have any pangs for him, as he is able to fast
for weeks at a time without any great inconvenience. He speaks many
languages and knows many countries. He wants for nothing, as he has the
power of willing persons to give him exactly what he may require, not
_against_ their will, but with pleasure to themselves.
For the few days which remained we occupied ourselves in packing
and forwarding the boxes by different routes, and under different
disguises, to my home in distant England, in which I longed once more
to set foot.
I endeavoured in every way to obtain the real name of my generous old
friend, but without success, and am sorry to say he did not even give
me the opportunity of thanking him for having made me a millionaire,
for one stormy morning when I arose I found myself alone; my comrade
had flown, leaving upon the table a scrap of paper bearing these words--
“My son, riches added neither to the honour nor happiness of the great
king Solomon; how, then, shall they bring _thee_ peace--that peace
which is the spirit of happiness--except by doing good with that which
earth and water have yielded up to thee?
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