The Young Treasure Hunter | Page 6

come in and have some lunch with me? I'm just going to sit down."
"No, thank you. I must be getting home. I have quite a long walk."
"Oh, come on. It won't take long, and you'll feel all the better for having eaten something. They don't set a very good table here. Everyone is too busy thinking about gold mines, to care much about grub. I'd lend you my elephant to get home on, only you can walk faster than he'll carry you."
"Your elephant?"
"Yes, that's my latest name for the donkey."
"Oh, I understand."
"Come on in and have lunch," insisted the old miner again.
Fred did not need much urging. The truth was he was quite hungry, for he had not eaten a hearty breakfast, and his lunch was not very substantial. So he followed Mr. Gardner into the hotel, or what answered for one, and soon they were seated at a rough table, where the food, if not very dainty, was good, and there was enough of it.
"So your folks need money, do they?" asked Mr. Gardner when they were drinking their coffee.
"Well, I fancy it would come in handy in 'most any family," answered Fred with a smile.
"That's what it would. I could use a bit more myself. But I may strike it rich here. If I don't, I may have a try for the Stults treasure. I sure would, without stopping here, if I wasn't so old and stiff, and wasn't afraid of the cold."
"The Stults treasure?" asked Fred. "What's that, and where is it? Is there any chance of me getting a share?"
"I don't know. There might be," replied the miner, more seriously than Fred thought he would answer, for, at first, the boy thought his companion was joking.
"Is there really a treasure hidden around here, Mr. Gardner."
"Around here? No, only the gold in the mines, and that is hard to get out. The Stults treasure, that I referred to, is many miles away."
"Where is it?"
"In Alaska."
"Alaska?"
"Yes, and the coldest part, too. I'll tell you what I know of it, but don't hold me responsible."
"I'll not."
"Very well then. The story is more or less known, but I can't say as much for the location of the treasure. Several have tried their hand at locating it, but had to give it up.
"It appears that an old miner, named Max Stults, went to Alaska, in the early days of the gold discoveries there, with a few companions. They made their way up the Yukon river as far as where Circle City now is. Then they went off into the mountains, for, it seems, the old man had a curious dream that he would find gold in a certain place.
"His companions laughed at him, for it was outside the gold-bearing region, and, finally, they all deserted him. Nothing more was heard of Stults for a long time. One day, so the story goes, a man, half dead from exposure, staggered into the camp, which was the beginning of what is now Circle City.
"This man, who turned out to be Stults, told a strange story. He said he had discovered a wonderful treasure of gold, in the bed of a river that had changed its course. There were many big nuggets of the pure metal he had picked up, he said."
"Why didn't he bring it with him?" asked Fred.
"He tried to, but he was attacked by a band of savage Alaskan Indians, who tried to get the gold away from him. He had it in the mountains, and managed to escape, coming to the camp for help."
"Did they give it to him?"
"They would have, but, unfortunately, just as they were setting out to find the buried treasure, Stults died."
"And they never found the gold?"
"They never found it. Stults had a sort of map, showing the location of it, but no one could make head or tail of that map after he was dead. Several parties made the attempt, but they all failed. Some were frozen to death, and others were driven from the country by the savage Indians. So, up to the present time, no one has found the Stults treasure, as far as I know."
"What became of the map?"
"Oh, that, and a few personal belongings of the old German gold hunter, were sent to his widow. I heard that she raised money and sent out an expedition after the gold, for she was familiar with her husband's handwriting and understood what certain words on the map meant, which was more than those who first saw it knew. But it fared no better than the others. So the treasure must be there still. Now if you only had a share of that, you and your folks wouldn't have to worry."
"No, indeed, but I guess the chances are very small for me finding that