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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 1, 1888)
THE WEST SHORE. iT,Um on the IVific ooant, and gi irUi .n-,r,U explicit directions bow to f,r,l s burial rich-. Thi. tilnrJI; crotlrJ great eiatement in the KWll, and cvr MDMtba cliff and rocks m,1 ngftin, but all to r; purine; and it was left for l. , VutUu wiM m one ft prominent surgeon in tl, city, htxl the otli'-r ft well-known insurance man, mi on summer jiunt, to make the fint discoveries i uMtz to f -MftMinli the truth of the wtory. ThfM vMm-n hvl ln-on fishing on that great M ( ?) of trout t-tn-ftiun, the Trahk, and had decided l.i hi ou r tho innuiitainH to Clatsop beach. After riirii;(j goidfl they ntftrtL On the afternoon of lh- Kfihl (Uy, ftfU-r following the trail, as it led around iKp lw of Mount Kearney, along the edge of Uji hih clifTit, which at that oint put a atop to the en ff(chmnt(i of flu rough waters of Nehalera bay, tlipy mt dmn to ml In an iff ort to lx Arrnblt the guide proceeded to jch the ittory of the Spanish treasure, as above lull Th inuranw man, aftr hearing the old fel Uv through, in a iiiock-wrious manner-a manner to which b ii much given, by the way -said: " Now, if I m l.ioking for buried treasure, I ouU l.k right under this rock," indicating the Ur lwl!. r on which ho wn sitting. It wm a jiicco of banalt, uch as is found further out on TilUm.K.k h. fwl, and not at all like the sand Ue formation of Mount Kearney and the cliffs. Suiting bi action to bin words, he, with the help of bit c.mit)iot)N rollM the largo rock over. After mpir,gy tho wth from around the under side .f the l.wld.-r, .tne rud.? characters were found cbis tll .n it hard urfac Tb-fr wmi fjrht ft Iarg Mtrr M, with two bars ftotjtolho I, ft of thi was a largo cross; to the nghl. an atichur, and Mow, tho Um ) j; followed by right largo Ua, or irriulu: and ,,,.. ..u. man, an am. 1 h,., .1 . ' - r-iiiuug m uio same Wrti.n an the jrnM. Tho guido wai thundorntruck. tl. .1 un a cross null tith an anchor. TL toifcni,.. k 1 11 , 1 110 fharac er a few "gi.T U)warl tl.o ch H II T'Ui.t ..... . PUJJiig a lown let. stone with an anchor cut into it; he went a few feet farther and found another rock, marked with a cross. The next three yards brought him to the brow of the cliff, and, also, to another, and much larger, rock. Turning this one over, not without some difficulty, it was so large, he found it marked with an anchor, and a good sized orifice, leading into a small cavity with in the stone, was disclosed. Thrusting his hand into the aperture, he drew forth a roll of parchment, the silken bands which bound it being as firm and strong as when new, the salt air having been unable to pen etrate the rock. The roll of parchment proved to be a manuscript, written in the Spanish language. This manuscript was handed to the writer, who has made the follow ing translation of what is the confession ot barra Arteaga Mariscal, commander of the Spanish ship Santos dos Todos: " September 15, 1688. " I, Ibarra Arteaga Marsical, captain of the ship Santos dos Todos, write. For many, many days, I have not seen a human face not since Gonzdes fell (?) over the cliff. I dare not go and look over; I fear to see the avenging faces of those whom I have murdered; yes, murdered, and for what? Oh, why did I do it ! I can not take the riches, I can go no where; every night I see them all. They come to me in my sleep, and sometimes I feel like jumping over that horrible cliff myself; but no, I fear to meet them; I must live and confess to the good bishop. Yes, all 1 murdered ! First, Eduardo, for I cut the rope, as we held him over the cliff, the last time he went to the cave; Pedro and Gonzales thought the sharp rocks cut the rope, but no, I did it Eduardo was cruel, and I thought his sinister eye boded me ill, and that he wanted to kill me. Then Pedro, as ho Btood on the cliff, looking out over the sea. I crept up behind him, and he fell and disappeared. Then poor Gonzales, as he rushed up and looked down, he, too, I pushed over, and as he fell he turn w his face upon me, white with fear, and with a ingulf ul shriek he struck the cruel rocks, and bound ing from one jagged point to another, fell on the hm 8ad a angled corpse. Oh 1 how it rings in ears. Will I never cease to hear that last de siring cry of Poor Gonzales? He was a kindly T; buV t trust him. Yes, I am the last 01 be unhappy crew of the beautifd dos riL am 10 leaVe here dnd travel toward the fesKiLT'i ,f?ow i aQy one should find this con fc 2 I shou dbe burned at the stake, but I can't ure f ,L ?'rite; Rnd U as U to save the treas ure for the great cathedral. They would have stolen tween 1 1 1 Vhis in the hollw k, midway be Uecu the large bowlder and the cliff.