His Arms Were Round A Chest Of Oaken Wood, It Was Clamped With Brass And Iron Studs, And Seemed An Awful Weight. After A While He Stood And I Stole Near To Him., His White Eyes Gleamed As He Peeped Secretly About; He Laid The Oaken Chest Upon The Ground, Then Drew A Great Knife From His Belt, And Stuck The Blade Into The Ground And Dug. The Clay Soon Flew In All Directions Underneath A Tree, And When The Hole Was Deep He Put The Box Down There, And Threw The Clay Back Cunningly, Stamping The Ground Quite Flat; Then Like A Fox He Crept Among The Trees.... I Went Next Day To Dig The Treasure Up, But I Lost My Way.