ferences in these versions are sufficient to show independent
origin. The identities are sufficient to illustrate, in a rather
remarkable manner, how closely the words of the tradition were always
followed. It appears from the last words of the contributor to the
_St. James's Chronicle_, who signed himself "Z," that he heard it by
word of mouth about the time of his writing it down,[16] so that there
is more than a hundred years between him and the Dugdale version,
which was also recorded from "constant tradition."

In Glyde's _Norfolk Garland_ (p. 69), is an account of this legend,
but with a variant of one incident. The box containing the treasure
had a Latin inscription on the lid, which John Chapman could not
decipher. He put the lid in his window, and very soon he heard some
youths turn the Latin sentence into English:--

"Under me doth lie
Another much richer than I."

And he went to work digging deeper than before, and found a much
richer treasure than the former. Another version of this rhyme is
found in _Transactions of the Cambridge Antiquarian Society_ (iii.
318) as follows:--

"Where this stood
Is another as good."

And both these versions are given by Blomefield.

Now if there were no other places besides Swaffham in Norfolk to which
this legend is applied the interest in it would, of course, not be
very great. But there are many other places, and we will first note
those in Britain. The best is from Upsall, in Yorkshire, as follows:--

"Many years ago there resided, in the village of
Upsall, a man who dreamed three nights successively
that if he went to London Bridge he would hear of
something greatly to his advantage. He went,
travelling the whole distance from Upsall to London on
foot; arrived there, he took his station on the
bridge, where he waited until his patience was nearly
exhausted, and the idea that he had acted a very
foolish part began to rise in his mind. At length he
was accosted by a Quaker, who kindly inquired what he
was waiting there so long for? After some hesitation,
he told his dreams. The Quaker laughed at his
simplicity, and told him that _he_ had had last night
a very curious dream himself, which was, that if he
went and dug under a certain bush in Upsall Castle, in
Yorkshire, he would find a pot of gold; but he did not
know where Upsall was, and