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PIECES OF EIGHT
BEING THE AUTHENTIC NARRATIVE OF A TREASURE
DISCOVERED IN THE BAHAMA ISLANDS IN THE
YEAR 1903. NOW FIRST GIVEN TO THE PUBLIC
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE
Copyright by Donbleday, Page A Company
-READING THE FUTURE."
Synopsis—The man who tells this
story—call him the hero, for short—
Zs visiting his friend, John Saun
ders, British official in Nassau,
Bahama Islands. Charles Webster,
a local merchant, completes the
trio of friends. Conversation turn
ing upon buried treasure, Saunders
produces a written document pur
porting to be the death-bed state
ment of Henry P. Tobias, a suc
cessful pirate, made by him in 1859.
It gives two spots where two mil
lions and a .half of treasure were
buried by him and his companions.
The conversation of the three
friends is overheard by a pock
marked stranger. The document
disappears. Saunders, however, has
a copy. The hero, determined to
seek the buried treasure, charters
the auxiliary schooner Maggie Dar-
The pock-marked man Is
•ihUvsa on as a passenger for Span
ish Wells. Negro Tom catches and
•rjnres a "sucking fish" as a mascot
■ibar the hero; it has the virtue of
off the ghost of the pirate
who always guards pirate treasure.
*On - the voyage somebody empties
:tiie gasoline tank and the hero
starts things. He and the passen
ger clash. He lands the passenger,
who leaves a manifesto bearing the
signature, "Henry P. Tobias, Jr"
With a new crew, the Maggie Dar
ling sails and is passed by another
schooner, the Susan B. The hero
lands on Dead Men's Shoes. The
"sucking fish" proves a mascot in
deed and carries the hero through
a fight, which is followed by sev
eral funerals. He searches for
buried treasure and Old Tom falls
into a pirates' cave.
**Mlnd yourself, sar," he called cheer
ily, and indeed it was a problem to get
efcown to him without precipitating the
loose earth and rock that were ready
so make a landslide down the hole, and
perhaps bury him forever.
But, looking about, I found another
statural tunnel In the side of the hill.
Into this I was able to worm myself,
and in the dim light found the old man
and put my flask to his lips.
"Anything broken, do you think?"
Tom didn't think so. He had evi
dently been stunned by his fall, and
aoa/sther pull at my flask set him on
/Ms feet. But as I helped him up, and,
a&ziking a light, we began to look
«zonnd the hole he had tumbled into,
She gave a piercing shriek and fell on
Stis knees, jabbering with fear.
•The ghosts 1 the ghosts 1" he
And the sight that met our eyes was
certainly one to try the nerves. Two
figures sat at a table —one with his
Attt tilted slightly and one leaning side
ways in his chair in a careless sort of
attitude. They seeemed to be playing
eards, and they were strangely white —
for they were skeletons.
I stood hushed, while Tom's teeth
rattled at my side. The fantastic awe
ef the thing was beyond telling. And
tben, not without a qualm or two,
which I would be a liar to deny, I went
asd stood nearer to them. Nearly all
t Waited a Minute to Replace the Hat
on the Rakish One's Head.
t&eir clothes had fallen away, hanging
but in shreds h*re and there. That
flte hat had so jauntily kept its place
was one of those grim touches Death,
tftat terrible humorist, loves to add to
Bis Jests. The cards which had ap
jpswaaitly just been dealt, had suffered
aearaely from decay—only a little dirt
sifted down upon them, as it had
inaa- «&e ruin glasses that stood, too,
■jmt eacb man's side. And as I looked
.at tiie skeleton jauntily facing me, I
iiwtwfS ti&at a bullet hole had been
- clean as if by a drill in his
f*w»&«eyd of bone—while, turning to
.♦scajmne more closely his silent part
ww, I noticed a rusty sailor's knife
SwsMging from the ribs where the lungs
fot&it been. Then I looked on the floor
ftmad the key to the whole story.
For there, within a few yards, stood j
a heavy sailor's chest, strongly bound
around with iron. Its lid was thrown
back and a few coins lay scattered at
the bottom, while a few lay about on
the floor. I picked them up.
They were pieces of eight!
Meanwhile Tom had stopped jabber
ing and had come nearer, looking on
in awed silence. I showed him the
pieces' of eight.
"I guess these are all we'll see of
one John P. Tobias' treasure, Tom,"
I said. And it looks as if these poor
fellows saw as little of it as ourselves.
Can't you imagine them with it there
at their feet —perhaps playing to di
vide it on a gamble, and meanwhile
the other fellows stealing in through
some of these rabbit runs —one with a
knife, the other with a gun—and then:
off with the loot and up with the sails.
Poor devils! It strikes me as a very
pretty tragedy—doesn't it you?"
Suddenly—perhaps with the vibra
tion of our voices—the hat toppled off
the head of the fellow facing us in the
most weird and comical fashion —and
that was too much for Tom, and he
screamed and made for the exit hole.
But I waited a minute to replace the
hat on the rakish one's head. As I
was likely often to think of him In the
future I preferred to remember him
at the moment of our first sttange
Once More in John Saunders' Snug
Need I say that it was a great occa
sion when I was once more back safe
in John Saunders' snuggery, telling my
story to my two friends, John and
Charlie Webster, all just as If I had
never stirred from my easy chair, in
stead of having spent an exciting
month or so among sharks, dead men,
blood-lapping ghosts, card-playing
skeletons and such like?
My friends listened to my yarn in
characteristic fashion, John Saunders'
eyes like mice peeping out of a cup
board, and Charlie Webster's huge
bulk poised almost threatening, as it
were, with the keenness of his atten
tion. His deep-set kind brown eyes
glowed like a boy's as I went on, but
by their dangerous kindling at certain
points of the story, those dealing with
our pockmarked friend, Henry P. To
bias, Jr., I soon realized where, for
him, the chief interest of the story
"The rebel!" he roared out
once or twice, using an adjective pe
For him my story had but one moral
—the treason of Henry P. Tobias, Jr.
The treasure might as well have had
no existence, so far as he was con-
C3rned, and the grim climax in the
cave drew nothing from him but a pre
occupied nod. And John Saunders
was little more satisfactory. Both of
them allowed me to end in silence.
They both seemed to be thinking
"I must say you two are a great au
dience," I said presently, perhaps
rather childishly nettled.
"It's a very serious matter," said
John Saunders, and I realized that it
was not my crony but the secretary to
the treasury of his Britannic majes
ty's government at Nassau that was
As he spoke he looked across
at Charlie Webster, almost as if for
getting me. "Something should be
done about it, eh, Charlie?" he con
" traitor!" roared Charlie, once
more employing that British adjective.
And then he turned to me:
"Look here, old pal, I'll make a bar
gain with you, If you like. I suppose
you're keen for that other treasure
"I am," said I, rather stiffly.
"Well, then, I'll go after it with
you—on one condition. You can keep
the treasure, if you'll give me Tobias.
It would do my heart good to get him,
as you had the chance of doing that
afternoon. Whatever were you doing
to miss him?"
"I proposed to myself the satisfac
tion of making good that mistake," I
said, "on our next meeting. I feel I
owe it to the poor old captain."
"Never mind; hand the captain's
rights over to me —and I'll help you
all I know with your treasure. Be
sides, Tobias is a job for an English
man—eh, John? It's a matter of 'king
and country' with me. With you it
would be mere private vengeance.
With me it will be an execution; with
you it would be a murder. Isn't that
"Exactly," John nodded.
"Since you were away," Charlie be
gan again, "I've bought the prettiest
yawl you ever set eyes on —the Fla
mingo—forty-five over all, and this
time the very fastest boat in the har
bor. Yes! she's faster even than the
Susan B. Now I've a holiday due me
in about a fortnight. Say the word,
and the Flamingo's yours for a couple
of months, and her captain too. I
1 make only that one condition."
"All right, Charlie," I agreed; "he's
. 1 yours."
THE COUBIER, FOREST CITY, N. C
Whereat Charlie shot out a huge
paw like a shoulder of mutton and
grabbed my hand with as much fervor
as though I had saved his life or done
him some other unimaginable kind
ness. And as he did so his broad,
sweet smile came back again. He was
thinking of Tobias.
While Charlie Webster was arrang
ing his affairs so that he might be
able to take his holiday with a free
mind I busied myself with provision
ing the Flamingo, and in casually chat
ting with one and another along the
water front, in the hope of gathering
some hint that might guide us on our
coming expedition. *1 thought it pos
sible, too, that chance might thus
bring me some information as to the
recent movements of Tobias.
In this way I made the acquaintance
of several old salts, both white and
black, one or two of whom time and
their neighbors had invested with a
legendary savor of the old "wrecking
days," which, if rumor speaks true,
are not "entirely vanished from the
remoter corners of the islands. But
either their romantic halos were en
tirely due to imaginative gossip, or
they themselves were too shrewd to
be drawn, for I got nothing out of
them to my purpose.
One afternoon in the course of these
rather fruitless if interesting investi
gations among the picturesque ship
yards of Bay street I had wandered
farther along that historic water front
than is customary with sightseeing pe
destrians, and had come to where the
road begins to be left alone with the
sea, except for a few country houses
here and there among the surrounding
scrub —when my eye was caught by
a little store that seemed to have
strayed away from the others —a small
timber erection painted in blue and
white with a sort of sea-wildness and
loneliness about it, and with large,
naive lettering across its lintel an
nouncing itself as an "Emporium" (I
think that was the word) "of Marine
I pushed open the door. There was
no one there. The little store was
evidently left to take care of Itself.
Inside it was like an old curiosity shop
of the sea, every available inch of
space, rough tables and walls, littered
and hung with the queer and lovely
bric-a-brac of the sea. Presently a
tiny girl came in, as it seemed, from
nowhere and said she would fetch her
father. In a moment or two he came,
a tall, weathered Englishman of the
sailor type, brown and lean, with
lonely blue eyes.
"You don't seem afraid of thieves,"
"It ain't a jewelry store," he said,
with the curious soft sing-song intona
tion of the Nassau "conch."
"That's just what I was thinking it
was," I said.
"I know what you mean," he replied,
his lonely face lighting up as faces do
at unexpected understanding in a
stranger. "Of course there are some
that feel that way, but they're few and
"Not enough to make a fortune out
"Oh! I do pretty well," he said; "I
mustn't complain. Money's not every
thing, you see, in a business like
this. There's going after the things,
you know. One's got to count that in
I looked at him in some surprise.
I had met something even rarer than
the things he traded in. I had met a
merchant of dreams, to whom the mere
handling of his merchandise seemed
sufficient profit: "There's going after
the things, you know. One's got to
count that in too."
Naturally we were neck-deep in talk
in a moment. I wanted to hear all he
cared to tell me about "going after
the things"—such "things!"—and he
was nothing loth, as he took up one
strange or beautiful object after an
other, his face aglow, and he quite
evidently without a thought of doing
business, and told me all about them—
how and where he got them, and so
"But," he said presently, encouraged
by my unfeigned interest, "I should
like to show you a few rarer things I
have in the house, and which I
wouldn't sell, or even show to every
one. If you'd honor me by taking a
cup of tea we might look them over."
So w r e left the little store, with its
door unlocked as I had found it, and
a few steps brought us to a little house
I had not before noticed, with a neat
garden in front of it, all the garden
beds symmetrically bordered with
conch shells. Shells were evidently
the simple-hearted fellow's mania, his
revelation of the beauty of the world.
Here in a neat parlor, also much dec
orated with shells, tea was served to
us by the little girl I had first seen
and an elder sister, who, -I gathered,
made all the lonely dreamer's family.
Then, shyly pressing on me a cigar, he
turned to show me the promised treas
ures. He also told me more of his
manner of finding them, and of the
long trips which he had .to take in
seeking them, to out-of-the-way cays
and in dangerous waters.
> He was showing me the last and
rarest of his specimens. He had kept,
he said, the best to the last To me
as a layman, it was not nearly so at
tractive as other things he had shown
me —little more to my eye than a rath
er commonplace though pretty shell;
but he explained that it was found,
or had so far been found, only in one
spot in the islands, a lovely, seldom
visited cay several miles to the north
east of Andros island.
"Whnt is It called?" I asked, for It
was part of our plan for Charlie to do
a little duck shooting on Andros, be
fore we tackled the business of Tobias
and the treasure.
"It's called Cay nowadays,"
he answered, "but it used to be called
Short Shrift island."
"Short Shrift island!" I cried in
spite of myself, immediately annoyed
at my lack of presence of mind.
"Certainly," he rejoined, looking a
little surprised but evidently without
suspicion. He was too simple and too
taken up with his shell.
"It is such an odd name," I said,
trying to recover myself.
"Yes! those old pirate chaps cer*
tainly did think up some of the rum
"One of the pirate haunts, was it?"
I queried with assumed indifference.
"Supposed to be. But one hears
that of every other cay in the Baha
mas. I take no stock in such yarns.
My shells are all the treasure I expect
"What did you call that »hell?" I
He told me the name, but I forgot
it immediately. Of course I had asiced
it only for the sake of learning more
precisely about Short Shrift Island. He
told me innocently enough just where
"Are you going after it?" he laughed.
"Oh! well," I replied, "I am going
on a duck-shooting trip to Andros be-
"You Don't Seem Afraid of Thieves."
fore long, and I thought I might drop
around to your cay and pick a few of
them up for you."
"It would be mighty kind of you, but
they're not easy to find. I'll tell you
exactly—*v He went off, dear fellow,
into the minutest description of the
habits of , while all the time I
was eager to rush off to Charlie Web
ster and John Saunders and shout
into their ears—as later I did at the
first possible moment that evening:
"I've found our missing cay! Short
Shrift island is ." (I mentioned
the name of a cay, which, as in the
case of "Dead Man's Shoes," I am un
able to divulge.)
"Maybe!" said Charlie, "maybe!
We can try it. But," he added, "did
you find out anything about Tobias?"
In Which I Am Afforded Glimpses Into
Two or three evenings before we
were due to sail, at one of our snug
gery conclaves, I put the question
whether anyone had ever tried the di
vining rod for treasure in the islands.
Old John nodded and said he knew
the man I wanted, a half-crazy old ne
gro back there in Grant's Town—the
negro quarter spreading out into the
brush behind the ridge on which the
town of Nassau proper is built.
"He calls himself a 'king,''' he
added, "and the natives do, I believe,
regard him as the head of a certain
tribe. The lads call him 'Old King
Coffee' —a memory I suppose of the
Ashantee war. Anyone will tell you
where he lives. He has a name as a
preacher—among the Holy Jumpers!—
but he's getting too old to do much
preaching nowadays. Go and see him
for fun anyway."
So next morning I went.
I had hardly been prepared for the
plunge into "Darkest Africa" which I
found myself taking, as, leaving Gov
ernment house behind, perched on the
crest of its white ridge, 1 walked a
few yards inland and entered a region
which, for all its green palms, made a
similar sudden Impression of pervad
ing blackness on the mind which one
gets on suddenly entering a coal-min
ing district after traveling through
fields and meadows.
"Oid King Coffee" predicts (j
an interesting future for thr
(TO BE CONTIK J:
(Conducted by National Council of the
Boy Scouts of America.)
HOW CAMP TEACHES SCOUTS
How far can the summer camp
serve the ambitious scout who wishes
to advance in his tests? How can the
routine work of the camp be made an
interesting matter of service to the
On the trail of these and many re
lated questions, several hundred camp
directors are working. It is clear
that the best way to teach camping
is to let the boy actually camp. The
presence or proximity of an experi
enced camper will help him to learn
the best way more readily, and with
less hazard, but the way itself is that
of the apprentice rather than the book
student. The habit of self-reliance
and of common sense can best be de
veloped in a camp where instruction
is combined with hours and days that
throw the boys on their own re
It should be the wish of every boy
to become a proficient camper while
passing his scout grades and merit
badges. The enthusiasm of many
boys will lead them to endure lectures
and book work to a certain
but such enthusiasm feeds upon the
chance to do some part of the neces
sary work of a community as well as
It can be done, whether it be for a
patrol, a troop, or a council.
MAKING THE RIGHT SIGN.
Boy Scouts Have Signs With Their
Fingers. Here Is One Undergoing
SCOUTS HELP TO FIND JOBS.
Another task which Boy Scouts were
recently asked by the government to
attempt was the distribution of posters
relating to the problem of getting jobs
The war department provided na
tional headquarters with a list of forty
or more cities in which the situation
was so serious as to require special
propaganda effort. In every one of
these cities there was a first-class
scout council and through the scout
executive of these local organizations
the work was carried out in each
community with dispatch and efficiency.
Again Boy Scouts were proud and
eager to lend a hand. Evidently
there is still plenty of war work to be
done, even though the treaty has been
signed and peace declared. This is
as it should be. Scouting wishes to
help Uncle Sam put through some of
his numerous big tasks which concern
SCOUTING AND CIGARETTES.
John M. Phillips, member of the na
tional scout council and a scout com
missioner for Allegheny county, Penn
sylvania, has this to say regarding cig
"From personal observation I find
that we have very little smoking
among our Allegheny county scouts,
and while we have not prohibited it
we impress upon the scout the fact
that to be 'physically strong, mentally
awake and morally straight,' he can
not abuse his body by using tobacco
in any form. I have stopped a lot of
scouts from smoking cigarettes by
telling them that if I wanted to stunt
a pup I would feed him tobacco juice."
Mr. Phillips is getting splendid re
sults from his "stunted pup."
WHAT THE SCOUTS DO.
The Boy Scouts in South San Fran
cisco have planted a large date palm
in the civic center in honor of Theo
Three Boy Scouts who were on a
hike from New York to Montreal,
passing through the Adirondack Moun
tains between Chesterton and Eliza
bethtown, N. Y„ came across a side
car accident, in which the occupants
of the side-car were unconscious. The
boys rendered first aid and telephoned
to Elizabethtown for medical aid.
IMPROVED UIOTORM INTERNATIONAL
(By REV. P. B. FITZ WATER. D. D.,
Teacher of English Bible In the Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago.)
(Copyright, 1919. Western Newspaper Union)
LESSON FOR OCTOBER 12
FISHERS OF MEN. , ■
LESSON TEXT-Mark 1:14-20.
GOLDEN TtXT—Jesus said unto them,
come ye after me. and I will make you to
become fishers of men.—Mark 1:17.
ADDITIONAL MATERIAL—Matt. 4:l*-
12; Luke 5:1-11; 14:15-24; James 5:19. 20.
PRIMARY TOPlC—Helping other* to
JUNIOR TOPlC—Peter and John be
come wc.kers for Jesus.
INTERMEDIATE TOPIC—The work of
SENIOR AND ADULT TOPIC—Ways of
winning men to Christ.
I. Jesus Preaching in Galilee (vv. 14,
'The reason why he changed from
Judea to Galilee was the growing op
position to him. The fate of John the
Baptist he acc.*pred as foreshadowing
his own death. The rejection of the
forerunner meant the rejection of him
whose advent he heralded. Prudence
moved him to a more remote region,
where he would attract less attention
and he free from opposition. Besides
this it gave less favored people an op
portunity to hear the gospel, according
to the prophetic word (Isa. 9:1, 2). It
foreshadowed the gospel to the Gen
1. What he preached (v. 14). The
gospel of the Kingdom of God, which
meant the good news of the near ap
proach of the Kingdom of God, when
the rule of God as predicted by the
prophets would be realized. It should
be carefully noted that the gospel of
the Kingdom differs from the gospel
of the grace of God.
2. How he preached (v. 15). (1)
"The time Is fulfilled and the Kingdom
of God is at hand." This meant that
the time had now come for the appear
ance of the Messiah and the establish
ment of his kingdom. (2) "Repent."
This meant that the people should turn
around, change their minds and atti
tude toward Christ the King and ac
cept him as their King. This is a mes
sage which needs to be sounded out
today. People should be called upon to
repent of their sins. (3) "Believe the
gospel." Then, as now, men need to
believe the gospel of Christ's death for
their sins and resurrection for justifica
tion (1 Cor. 15:1-4; Bom. 4:25).
11. Jesus Calling Disciples to Becom*
Fishers of Men (vv. 10-20).
1. Who were called (vv. 10. 19). Si
mon and Andrew, John and James, two
pairs of brothers. It is usually best to
render the Lord's service In fellowship
—in pairs. This is not only necessary
for effective testimony, but for needed
fellowship on the part of workers and
protection of the witnesses. These all
had previously been called to Christ
for salvation; they had become his dis
ciples (John 1:30-42). They are now
called to service. This Is always his
way. We are first called to be dis
ciples, then called to have fellowship
with him in service.
2. From what they were called (vv.
10, 20). They were called from posi
tions of definite service. God always
chooses his servants from the ranks of
the employed. The lazy man Is not
likely to have a call.
3 To what they were called (v. 17).
To be "fishers of men." They no
doubt had been successful •fishers. The
qualities which made them £ >od fisher
men. namely, patience, bravery to face
the storm and night, and perseverance
which led them to toil all night, though
no fish were caught, would make them
good fishers of men. It requires pa
tience, bravery and perseverance to
win souls for Christ.
4. Their call to obedience (vv. 18, 20).
To obey meant sacrifice, painful sep
aration, to give up all business inter
ests and leave their father behind. Ue
gardless of the cost, they yielded
! prompt obedience. They gave up busi
ness and home, not even inquiring as
to where their salaries were to come
from. They put their trust in him who
called them, believing that he was able
to supply all their needs.
5. Their reward (v. 17). These four
men have wielded wondrous influence
in the world. Their names have be
come immortalized. Had they remain
ed at their business they would only
have been humble fishermen. When
Christ calls let us promptly obey, for
eventually it will pay. It will yield
one hundredfold !n this life, and eter
nal life in the world to come.
Preaching the Gospel.
If the church is to reach the masses
of the people it will have to send, as
did the prophets and apostles, fit men
to tell the glorious gospel of the grace
of God. What is more, those who can
not do this work will have to support
and encourage those who can. The
marching orders of the church are:
"Go ye into all the world and preach
the gospel to every creature."
With all the salvation of the world
depending upon him. he has time and
thought for each individual soul. Think
of the vastness of his cares! yet the
body of our Lord Jesus Christ was
given for thee.—Selected.
Contagion of Heaven.
There ought to be such an atmos
phere in every (Jfiristian church that
a man going and sirting there should
take* the contagion of heaven, and car
ry home a fire to kindle the altar
whence he came. —H. W. Beecher.