The bear at once brought a deer. Which they cooked and ate. Then the Indian said, _"Show me the Treasure clue." His eyes flashed when he saw it._ _Chapter VI._ [Illustration] MIDNIGHT! _The Indian is about to light a fuse to a cask of gunpowder! But James sees him and shoots him before he is able to light the fuse._ [Illustration] He ran to the side of the dying Indian who made this confession. "I am not an Indian. 10 years ago I met G. Gidean, a man who found a quantity of gold here. Before be died, he sent that clue to a friend _who never received it_. I knew the gold was here. I have hunted 10 years for it, your clue showed me where IT was," _(here Black Eagle told it to James.) Then Black Eagle DIED_. _Chapter VII._ 20 years have passed! James is the same as ever. Jack is owner of a yacht. [Illustration] [Illustration] The Frontiersman owns a large cattle and hog ranch. [Illustration] Finis. NOT I, And Other POEMS, _BY_ Robert Louis Stevenson, Author of _The Blue Scalper, Travels with a Donkey etc._ PRICE 6d. Dedicated to _Messrs. R.& R. CLARKE_ by _S.L.Osbourne_ Davos 1881 _Not I._ Some like drink In a pint pot, Some like to think; Some not. Strong Dutch Cheese, Old Kentucky Rye, Some like these; Not I. Some like Poe And others like Scott, Some like Mrs. Stowe; Some not. Some like to laugh, Some like to cry. Some like chaff; Not I. [Illustration] Here, perfect to a wish, We offer, not a dish, But just the platter: A book that's not a book, A pamphlet in the look But not the matter. I own in disarray; As to the flowers of May The frosts of Winter, To my poetic rage, The smallness of the page And of the printer. As seamen on the seas With song and dance descry Adown the morning breeze An islet in the sky: In Araby the dry, As o'er the sandy plain The panting camels cry To smell the coming rain. So all things over earth A common law obey And rarity and worth Pass, arm in arm, away; And even so, today, The printer and the bard, In pressless Davos, pray Their sixpenny reward. [Illustration] The pamphlet here presented Was planned and printed by A printer unindent-ed, A bard whom all decry. The author and the printer, With various kinds of skill, Concocted it in Winter At Davos on the Hill. They burned the nightly taper But now the work is ripe Observe the costly paper, Remark the perfect type! [Illustration] Begun FEB ended OCT 1881 MORAL EMBLEMS A Collection of Cuts and Verses. _By_ _ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON._ Author of _The Blue Scalper, Travels with a Donkey, Treasure Island, Not I etc._ Printers: