And another -- this one from New England, but also reprinted
in the upstate New York newspapers of young Joe Smith's day.
Note the Vermont witch (Joe's mother lived in Vermont and was
mentioned by Clark Braden as there having been the disciple
of a New England cult leader).
Note the links to a diving rod and seer stone, in locating
the buried treasure -- and the tie to Captain Kidd.
Less well known is Joe Smith's dependence upon J.C. Symmes, as
an authority on the under-the-earth locality where the Lost
Tribes of Israel supposedly migrated:
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CONNECTICUT MIRROR
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Vol. XIX. Hartford, Conn., July 16, 1827. No. 5
FOR THE MIRROR.
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THE MONEY DIGGERS. *
Thus saith the book -- 'Permit no witch to live;'
Hence Massachusetts hath expell'd the race,
Connecticut, where swap and dicker thrive,
Allow'd not to their foot a resting place.
With more of hardihood and less of grace,
Vermont receives the sisters grey and lean,
Allows each witch her airy broomstick race,
O'er mighty rocks and mountains dark with green,
Where tempests wake their voice, and torrents roar between.
And one there was among that wicked crew
To whom the enemy a pebble gave,
Through which, at long-off distance, she might view
All treasures of the fathomable wave,
And where the Thames' bright billows gently lave,
The grass-grown piles that flank the ruin'd wharf,
She sent _them_ forth, those two adventurers brave,
Where greasy citizens their bev'rage quaff,
Jeering at enterprize -- aye ready with a laugh.
They came -- those straight-hair'd honest meaning men,
Nor question ask'd they, nor reply did make,
Albeit their locks were lifted like as when
Young Hamlet saw his father. And the shake
Of knocking knees and jaws that seem'd to break,
Told a wild tale of undertaking bold,
While as the oyster-tongs the chiels did take
Dim grew the sight, and every blood drop cold,
As knights in scarce romaunt sung by the bards of old.
For not in daylight were their rites perform'd,
-- When night-cap'd heads were on their pillow laid,
Sleep-freed from biting care, by thought unharm'd.
Snoring e'er word was spoke, or prayer was said --
'Twas then the mattock and the busy spade,
The pump, the bucket and the windlass rope,
In busy silence plied the mystic trade,
While resolution, beckon'd on by hope,
Did sweat and agonize the sought for chest to ope'
Beneath the wave, the iron chest is hot,
Deep growls are heard and read'ning eyes are seen,
Yet of the Black Dog she had told them not,
Nor of the grey wild geese with eyes of green,
That scream'd and yell'd and hover'd close between
The buried gold and the rapacious hand.
Here should she be, tho' mountains intervene,
To scatter, with her crook'd witch-hazle wand,
The wave-born sprites that keep their treasure from the land.
She cannot, may not come, the rotten wharf
Of mould'ring planks and rusty spikes is there,
And he who own'd a quarter or an half
Is disappointed, and the witch is -- where?
Vermont still harbors her -- go seek her there,
The Grand dame of Joe Strickland -- find her nest,
Where summer icicles and snowballs are,
Where black swans paddle and where Petrils rest,
Symmes be your trusty guide and Robert Kid your guest.
_* Note._ It is a fact that two men from Vermont are now, (July 11th) working by the side of one of the wharves in New-London for buried
money, by the advice and recommendation of an old woman of that state, who assured them, that she could distinctly see a box of dollars
packed edge-wise. The locality was pointed out to an inch, and her only way of discovering the treasure was by looking through a stone,
which to ordinary optics was hardly translucent. For the story of the Spanish Galleon, that left so much bullion in and about New London,
see Trumbull's History of Connecticut, and for Kidd, inquire of the oldest lady you can find.
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This poem was later extensively reprinted, as being the creation of _Connecticut Mirror_ editor
John G. C. Brainard, who was a poet in his own right.