e Carolines; while as
you run from Aden to Vladivostock, sailormen are never done with
spinning yarns of treasure buried by the pirates of the Indian Ocean
and the China Sea. Out from Callao the treasure hunters fare to
Clipperton Island, or the Gallapagos group where the buccaneers with
Dampier and Davis used to careen their ships, and from Valparaiso many
an expedition has found its way to Juan Fernandez and Magellan Straits.
The topsails of these salty argonauts have been sighted in recent years
off the Salvages to the southward of Madeira where two millions of
Spanish gold were buried in chests, and pick and shovel have been busy
on rocky Trinidad in the South Atlantic which conceals vast stores of
plate and jewels left there by pirates who looted the galleons of Lima.

Near Cape Vidal, on the coast of Zululand, lies the wreck of the
notorious sailing vessel _Dorothea_, in whose hold is treasure to the
amount of two million dollars in gold bars concealed beneath a flooring
of cement. It was believed for some time that the ill-fated _Dorothea_
was fleeing with the fortune of Oom Paul Kruger on board when she was
cast ashore. The evidence goes to show, however, that certain
officials of the Transvaal Government, before the Boer War, issued
permits to several lawless adventurers, allowing them to engage in
buying stolen gold from the mines. This illicit traffic flourished
largely, and so successful was this particular combination that a ship
was bought, the _Ernestine_, and after being overhauled and renamed the
_Dorothea_, she secretly shipped the treasure on board in Delagoa Bay.

It was only the other day that a party of restless young Americans
sailed in the old racing yacht _Mayflower_ bound out to seek the wreck
of a treasure galleon on the coast of Jamaica. Their vessel was
dismasted and abandoned at sea, and they had all the adventure they
yearned for. One of them, Roger Derby of Boston, of a family famed for
its deep-water mariners in the olden times, ingenuously confessed some
time later, and here you have the spirit of the true treasure-seeker:

"I am afraid that there is no information accessible in documentary or
printed form of the wreck that we investigated a year ago. Most of it
is hearsay, and when we went down there on a second trip after losing
the _Mayflower_, we found little to prove that a galleon had been lost,
barring some old cannon, flint rock ballast, and square iron bolts. We
found