THE TREASURE-FINDER.
LITTLE Benjamin once had the boy fever to go to sea. This fever was a
kind of nervous epidemic among the boys of the time, a disease of the
imagination as it were. Many boys had it in Boston; they disappeared,
and the town crier called out something like this:
"Hear ye!
Hear ye!
Boy lost--lost--lost!
Who returns him will be rewarded."
He rang the bell as he cried. The crier's was the first bell that was
rung in Boston.
But why did boys have this peculiar fever in Boston and other New
England towns at this time? It was largely owing to the stories that
were told them. Few things affect the imagination of a boy like a story.
De Foe's Robinson Crusoe was the live story of the times. Sindbad the
sailor was not unknown.
Old sailors used to meet by the Town Pump and spin wonderful "yarns," as
story-telling of the sea was then described.
But there was one house in Boston that in itself was a story. It was
made of brick, and rose over the town, at the North End, in the "Faire
Green Lane," now decaying Chatham Street. In it lived Sir William Phips,
or Phipps, the first provincial Governor under the charter which he
himself had brought from England.
Sir William had been born poor, in Maine, and had made his great fortune
by an adventure on the sea.
The story of Sindbad the Sailor was hardly more than a match for his,
with its realities.
He was one of a family of twenty-six children; he had been taught to
read and write when nearly grown up; had come to Boston as an
adventurer, and had found a friend in a comely and sympathetic widow,
who helped to educate him, and to whom he used to say:
"All in good time we will come to live in the brick house in the Faire
Green Lane."
A Boston boy like young Franklin, among the pots and kettles of life,
could not help recalling what this poor sailor lad had done for himself
when he saw the brick house looming over the bowery lane.
The candle shop at the Blue Ball, that general place for story-telling
by winter fires, when it was warm there and the winds were cold outside,
often heard this story, and such stories as the Winthrop Silver Cup,
which may still be seen; of lively Anne Pollard, who was the first to
leap on shore here from the first boat load of pioneers as it came near
the shore at the North End, when the hills were covered with
blueberries; of old "sea dogs" and wonderful ships, like Sir Francis
Drake and the Golden Hynde, or "Sir Francis and his shipload of gold,"
which ship returned to England one day with chests of gold, but not
with Sir Francis, whose body had been left in many fathoms of sea! Ben
listened to these tales with wonder, with Jenny by his side, leaning on
him.
What was the story of Sir William Phipps, that so haunted the minds of
Boston boys and caused their pulses to beat and the sea fever to rise?
It was known in England as well as in America; it was a wonder tale over
the sea, for it was associated with titled names. Uncle Ben knew it
well, and told it picturesquely, with much moralizing.
Let us suppose it to be a cold winter's night, when the winds are abroad
and the clouds fly over the moon. Josiah Franklin has played his violin,
the family have sung "Martyrs"; the fire is falling down, and "people
are going to meetin'," as a running of sparks among the soot was called,
when such a thing happened in the back of the chimney.
Little Ben's imagination is hungry, and he asks for the twice-told tale
of Sir William. He would be another Sir William himself some day.
By the dying coals Uncle Ben tells the story. What a story it was! No
wonder that it made an inexperienced boy want to go to sea, and
especially such boys as led an uneventful life in the ropewalk or in the
candle shop!
Uncle Ben first told the incident of Sir William's promise to the widow
who took him to her home when he was poor, that she should live in the
brick house; and then he pictured the young sailor's wonderful voyages
to fulfill this promise. He called the sailor the "Treasure-finder."
Let us snuggle down by the fire on this cold night in Boston town,
beside little Ben and Jenny, and listen to the story.
Uncle Ben, mayhap, shakes his snuffbox, and says:
"That boy dreamed dreams in the daytime, but he was an honest man."
Uncle Ben rang these words like a bell in his story.
"He was an honest man; but a man in this world must save or be a slave,
and young William's mind went sailing far away from the New England
coast, and a-sailing went he. What did he find? Wonders! Listen, and I
will tell you.
"William Phips, or Phipps, went to the Spanish Main, and he began to
hear a very marvelous story there. The sailors loitering in the ports
loved to tell the legend of a certain Spanish treasure ship that had
gone down in a storm, and they imagined themselves finding it and
becoming rich. The legend seized upon the fancy of William the sailor
and entered his dreams. It was only a vague fancy at first, but in the
twilight of one burning day a cool island of palms appeared, and as it
faded away a sailor who stood watching it said to him:
"'There is a sunken reef off this coast somewhere; we are steering for
it, and I have been told that it was on that reef that the Spanish
treasure ship went down. They say that ship had millions of gold on
board. I wonder if anybody will ever find her?'
"William, the sailor, started. Why might not he find her?--William was
an honest man.
"It was early evening at sea. The shadows of night fell on the Bahama
Islands. The sea and the heavens seemed to mingle. The stars were in
the water; the heavens were there. A stranger on the planet could not
have told which was the sea and which was the sky.
"The sails were limp. There was a silence around. The ship seemed to
move through some region of space. William Phipps sat by himself on the
deck and dreamed. Many people dream, but it is of no use to dream unless
you _do_.
"He seemed to see her again who had been the good angel of his life; he
saw the gabled house in the bowery lane, and two faces looking out of
the same window over Boston town.--William was honest.
"He dreamed that he himself was the captain of a ship. He saw himself in
England, in the presence of the king. He is master of an expedition now,
in his sea dream. He finds the sunken treasure ship. He is made rich by
it, and he returns to Boston and buys the gabled house in the cool green
lane by the sea. An honest man was Sir William. He was not _Sir_ William
then.
"He returned to Boston with his dream. William stayed in port for a
time, and then prepared for a long voyage; but before he went away he
obtained a promise from the widow that if she ever married any one it
should be himself. There was nothing wrong in that.
"The ship owners saw that he had honor, and that they could trust him.
He was advanced in the service, and he learned how to command a ship.
"He returned and married the widow, and went forth again to try to reap
the harvest of the sea for her, carrying with him his dreams.--He was an
honest man.
"William Phipps, the sailor, heard more and more in regard to the sunken
treasure ship, and he went to England and applied to the king for ships
and men to go in search of this mine of gold in the sea.
"Gold was then the royal want, and King James's heart was made right
glad to hear the bold adventurer's story. The king put at his command
ships and men, and young William Phipps--now Commander Phipps--went to
the white reef in the blue Bahama Sea and searched the long sea wall for
treasures faithfully, but in vain. He was compelled to return to England
as empty-handed as when he went out.
"He heard of the great admiral, the Duke of Albemarle, and was
introduced to him by William Penn. The duke heard his story, and
furnished him with the means to continue the search for the golden ship
in the coral reef.
"Ideals change into realities and will is way. Commander William
bethought him of a new plan of gaining the needed intelligence. Might
not some very old person know the place where the ship was wrecked? The
thought was light. He found an old Indian on a near island who
remembered the wreck, and who said he could pilot him to the very spot
where the ship had gone down.
"Captain William's heart was light again. With the Indian on board he
drifted to the rippling waters over the reef.
"Below was a coral world in a sea as clear as the sky. Out of it
flying-fish leaped, and through it dolphins swam in pairs, and over it
sargasso drifted like cloud shadows.
"Captain William looked down. Was it over these placid waters that the
storm had made wreckage many years ago? Was it here that the exultant
Spanish sailors had felt the shock that turned joy into terror, and sent
the ship reeling down, with the spoils of Indian caciques, or of
Incarial temples, or of Andean treasures?
"The old Indian pointed to a sunken, ribbed wall in the clear sea. The
hearts of the sailors thrilled as they stood there under the fiery
noonday sky.
"Down went the divers--down!
"Up came one presently with the news--'The wreck is there; we have found
it!'
"'Search!' cried Captain William, with a glad wife and a gable house in
Boston town before his eyes. 'Down!'
"Another diver came up bringing a bag. It looked like a salt bag.
"An officer took an axe and severed the bag. The salt flew; the sailors
threw up their hands with a cry--out of the bag poured a glittering
stream of gold!
"Captain William reeled. His visions were now taking solid forms; they
had created for him a new world.
"'Down! down!' he commanded.
"They broke open a bag which was like a crystal sack. It was full of
treasure, and in its folds was a goblet of gold.
"They shouted over the treasure and held up the golden cup to the balmy
air. It had doubtless belonged to a Spanish don.
"More salt bags of gold! The deck was covered with gold! It is related
that one of the officers of the ship went mad at the sight. But Captain
William did not go mad as he surveyed the work of the men in the
vanishing twilight. He had been there in spirit before; he had expected
something, and he was on familiar ground when he had found it. He had
been a prophetic soul.
"He carried home the treasure to England, and, soul of honor that he
was, he delivered every dollar's worth of it to the duke. His name
filled England; and his honesty was a national surprise, though why it
should have been we can not say. But didn't I tell you he was an honest
man?
"The duke was made happy, and began to cast about how to bestow upon him
a fitting reward.
"'What can I do for you?' asked his Highness.
"I have a wife in Boston town, over the sea. She is a good woman. Her
faith in me made me all I am. She is the world to me, for she believed
in me when no one else did.'
"'You are a fortunate man. We will send her the goblet of gold, and it
shall be called the Albemarle Cup.'
"The imagination of Captain William Phipps must have kindled and glowed
as he received the 'dead don's cup,' which in itself was a fortune.
"'And to you, for your honor and honesty, shall be given an ample
fortune, and there shall be bestowed upon you the honor of knighthood.
You shall be able to present to your good wife, whose faith has been so
well bestowed, the Albemarle Cup, in the name of the Duke of Albemarle
and of Sir William Phipps!'
"Captain William Phipps returned to Boston a baronet, with the Albemarle
Cup. The widow that he had won was Lady Phipps. New England never had a
wonder tale like that.
"The Albemarle Cup! The fame of it filled Boston town. There it stood in
massive gold, in Lady Phipps's simple parlor, among humbler decorations.
How strange it looked to her as she saw it! Then must have arisen before
her the boy from the Maine woods, one of twenty-six school-denied
children; the ungainly young sailor with his hot temper and scars; the
dreamer of golden dreams; the captain, the fortune-finder, the knight.
Another link was soon added to this marvelous chain of events. The house
of gables in the green lane was offered for sale. Sir William purchased
it, and the Albemarle Cup was taken into it, amid furnishings worthy of
a knight and lady.
"The two looked out of the upper window over Boston town.--He was an
honest man.
"After this many-time repeated declaration that Sir William was an
honest man," he added: "A man must get a living somehow--he must get a
living somehow; either he must save or be a slave."
Little Ben thought that he would like to earn a living in some such way
as that. The brick house in the "Faire Green Lane" meant much to him
after stories like those. He surely was almost as poor as Sir William
was at his age. Could he turn his own dreams into gold, or into that
which is better than gold?
"Jenny," he said, "I would like to be able to give a brick house in the
Faire Green Lane to father and mother, and to you. Maybe I will some
day. I will be true to my home!"