The story of Martha's Vineyard, from the lips of its inhabitants, newspaper files and those who have visited its shores, including stray notes on local history and industries; . only half of themoney had been removedfrom the Lagoons shoreby the pirates; others thatthe fact that treasure hadbeen buried thereaboutsleaked before any of ithad been taken away. Atany rate, the story got outat some point in the gameand excitement ran swarmed all alongthe shore with iron rodsor bean poles, or otherhandy implement for tak-ing soundings in the man tells me that hedug so near it that, h
The story of Martha's Vineyard, from the lips of its inhabitants, newspaper files and those who have visited its shores, including stray notes on local history and industries; . only half of themoney had been removedfrom the Lagoons shoreby the pirates; others thatthe fact that treasure hadbeen buried thereaboutsleaked before any of ithad been taken away. Atany rate, the story got outat some point in the gameand excitement ran swarmed all alongthe shore with iron rodsor bean poles, or otherhandy implement for tak-ing soundings in the man tells me that hedug so near it that, hadthe sand not been frozen,it must have caved and exposed the treasure, but the moneywas not found until the authorities came with a chart, givingthe proper bearings—57 feet due nothe from Rufus Davissboat house, now gone, this being not five rods from the end ofthe present oridge. The fact was that Peter West had pulledhis boat up over the exact spot and painted her, and though thebeach was prodded full of holes and dug up all around the boat,no one thought of moving her. Those were great days for East-ville; people flocked from all parts of the island, and the store. A Viufyard Haveu racing Cat. OAK BLUFFS TO VINEYARD HAVEN. 77 on the beach was a buzz of excitement. The two pirate cap-tains, Pitman and Brown (or Dixie)—here again people insiston being different—were taken to Salem, tried and convicted. THE NORTH END OF THE LAGOON AND DADDY curving bit of Lagoon shore is quiet enough now, butit was not always thus, for where the bank begins to rise wasonce a windmill for grinding corn, and there is yet a little oldgraveyard whose wooden headstones were the marvel of myyouth, for all around the painted letters the weather had wornaway the*, wood until by the time the paint itself had disap-peared the lettering was raised above the surface. This wasused principally for the burial of those brought on shore fromvessels and who died in the Marine Hospital whic
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