CHAPTER II.
TELLS HOW MY FATHER WENT TO SEEK THE TREASURE; AND HOW MY MOTHER HEARD A CRY IN THE NIGHT.
So my father sailed away, carrying with him--sewn for safety in his jersey's side--the Will and the small clasped Bible; nor can I think of stranger equipment for the hunting of earthly treasure.

And the great iron key hung untouched from the beam, while the spiders outvied one another in wreathing it with their webs, knowing it to be the only spot in Lantrig where they were safe from my mother's broom.
It is with these spiders that my recollections begin, for of my father, before he sailed away, remembrance is dim and scanty, being confined to the picture of a tall fair man, with huge shoulders and wonderful grey eyes, that changed in a moment from the stern look he must have inherited from Amos to an extraordinary depth of love and sympathy.

Also I have some faint memories of a pig, named Eleazar (for no well-explained reason), which fell over the cliff one night and awoke the household with its cries.

But this I mention only because it happened, as I learn, before my father's going, and not for any connection with my story.

We must have lived a very quiet life at Lantrig, even as lives go on our Western coast.