My father and I
with a dark lantern, it being now night, into the garden with my
wife, and there went about our great work to dig up my gold.
But, Lord! what a tosse I was for some time in, that they could
not justly tell where it was: but by and by poking with a spit
we found it, and then begun with a spudd to lift up the ground.
But, good God! to see how sillily they did it, not half a foot
under ground, and in the sight of the world from a hundred
places, if any body by accident were near hand, and within sight
of a neighbour's window: only my father says that he saw them
all gone to church before he began the work, when he laid the
money. But I was out of my wits almost, and the more from that,
upon my lifting up the earth with the spudd, I did discern that I
had scattered the pieces of gold round about the ground among the
grass and loose earth: and taking up the iron head-pieces
wherein they were put, I perceived the earth was got among the
gold, and wet so that the bags were all rotten, and all the
notes, that I could not tell what in the world to say to it, not
knowing how to judge what was wanting or what had been lost by
Gibson in his coming down: which, all put together, did make me
mad; and at last I was forced to take up the head-pieces, dirt
and all, and as many of the scattered pieces as I could with the
dirt discern by candle light, and carry them up into my brother's
chamber, and there locke them up till I had eat a little supper:
and then, all people going to bed, W.
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