A Treasure Hunt Gone Underwater

Last week Mr. George Griswold was digging a well, and when he had reached the depth of about twenty-five feet, he heard a rumbling sound, as of the rushing of mighty waters in the earth beneath him, and occasionally a strong current of air would hiss through the crevices in the sides of the well in such a manner as to make it decidedly unpleasant. Mr. Griswold had about concluded that it would be prudent to climb out and await developments, but before going he would give it just one more stroke with his pick. That was the last he has seen of his pick. The water rushed in upon him with such force that he was glad to get to the surface, leaving his tools in the bottom of the well. It was but a short time until the well was entirely filled with water, and it is not likely he will recover his tools very soon. Mr. Griswold is very much elated over the find, especially because it is so near his house and directly above a natural basin, into which he intends to run the surplus water and convert it into a lake and stock the lake with fish.