The Icelandic Canadian - 01.12.2003, Blaðsíða 38

The Icelandic Canadian - 01.12.2003, Blaðsíða 38
80 THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN Vol. 58 #2 just 3 inches from the northwest corner of the crooked house. But the ditch that was by the riverbank was in a straight line from the stake and the log cabin ruins across the river. “It must be here” said O’Brian in a low voice to Mr. Iceland, “ and it has to be dug out from the inside—in the basement.” I have never seen O’Brian as light of foot and happy as now. It was as if he had instantly shed 30 years or more. His dark eyes reflected that there was sun and sum- mer and jubilation in mind and heart. He nearly jumped with joy. “Now your take is finished Mrs. Turneau” he said smiling, and placed a ten dollar bill in her hand. “What nonsense is this, Mr. O’Brian” said Madeleine Vanda. “I am not going to accept money for riding here in a fancy coach and looking at my childhood haunts.” “You own the money and more” said O’Brian gently,’’because you have today done a great favour for me and my friends. If you had not shown us the root of the oak tree west of us I would not have bought this crooked house tomorrow and the lot on which it stands.” “Oh, it is that way is it?” said Madeleine Vanda and smiled, “but I still do not own this money.” “Yes, you own it by right — and much more” said O’Brian, and he danced around her. “And now I am going to support you while you step up into the carriage. The driver knows he is to take you home to your front door. Give my warmest greeting to your dear husband and children.” He then almost lifted her up into the carriage as if she were a little girl. Then Madeleine Vanda said good-bye to us all, —O’Brian, Mr. Iceland, my cousin and me, and started off for home in the fancy rented carriage. And our best wishes followed her like a large flock of snow white doves. “Well now” said O’Brian when Madeleine Vanda had left, “ Now I know for certain that the treasure is found at last, and it is under the northwest corner of this crooked house, exactly where that girl Mabel was digging this spring. But I do not want to move anything until Arnor and Edna Trent can be present and receive the money as soon as it is recovered. They will be arriving within three days with all speed. Then all that are now present will meet again in this place, and bear witness to the most remarkable event, that of finding the treasure. We all agreed to this plan. Then O’Brian and Mr. Iceland started off toward the west end of the city, but my cousin and I went into the house and discussed this matter for a long time. That night O’Brian sent a telegram forth to Minneapolis. The next day a lawyer in Winnipeg was preparing a deed, that showed that O’Brian was now the owner of the crooked house and lot on which it stood. He had paid $950.00 for it and felt it was a good bargain. Three days later Arnor and Edna Trent came to Winnipeg. O’Brian quickly informed Mr. Iceland and they both came along with Arnor and Edna to the crooked house just after noon on the 28th of October. My cousin and I immediately accompanied them down to the so-called basement, and we began digging immediately under the northwest corner of the house. O’Brian went to work, the rest of us stood in a row as close as possible and watched all his movements with great interest. As for myself, I can state that I was literally breathless while this was happening. The main task was to remove the stone that Mabel Campion had begun to loosen. As soon as the stone was freed and had been rolled on the floor, the tin mug belonging to Halfdan the castaway came into view. It was on the west side of the stone and pressed up against it, and was about 1 1/2 feet underneath the dirt floor. The tin mug was small and square with a lid and the lock was sealed shut with varnish and well wrapped. The outside was wrapped in a patch of animal hide and something had been written on it but it was so blurred that it was impossible to read. O’Brian handed the mug to Arnor as soon as he had removed the hide. Arnor cut through the varnish with a small pen knife, took the lid carefully off the mug and then handed it to Edna. We all watched silently and almost in awe at all this ceremony
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