文档介绍：MY BURIED TREASURE
MY BURIED
TREASURE
by Richard Harding Davis
MY BURIED TREASURE
This is a true story of a search for buried treasure. The only part that is
not true is the name of the man with whom I searched for the treasure.
Unless I keep his name out of it he will not let me write the story, and, as it
was his expedition and as my share of the treasure is only what I can make
by writing the story, I must write as he dictates. I think the story should be
told, because our experience was unique, and might be of benefit to others.
And, besides, I need the money.
There is, however, no agreement preventing me from describing him
as I think he is, or reporting, as accurately as I can, what he said and did as
he said and did it.
For purposes of identification I shall call him Edgar Powell. The last
name has no significance; but the first name is not chosen at random. The
leader of our expedition, the head and brains of it, was and is the sort of
man one would address as Edgar. No one would think of calling him "Ed,"
or "Eddie," any more than he would consider slapping him on the back.
We were together at college; but, as six hundred other boys were there
at the same time, that gives no clew to his identity. Since those days, until
he came to see me about the treasure, we had not met. All I knew of him
was that he had eeded his father in manufacturing unshrinkable
flannels. Of course, the reader understands that is not the article of
commerce he manufactures; but it is near enough, and it suggests the line
of business to which he gives his life's blood. It is not similar to my own
line of work, and in consequence, when he wrote me, on the unshrinkable
flannels official writing-paper, that he wished to see me in reference to a
matter of business of "mutual benefit," I was considerably puzzled.
A few days later, at nine in the morning, an hour of his own choosing,
he came to my rooms in New York City.
Except that he had grown a bea