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NE day last summer while rambling through the old fashioned farm garden belonging to one of those estates whose owner flourished in "ye good old times," I discovered a peculiar mound of earth. It was very small, in fact, nothing but a tuft of grass, near a large oak tree. I noticed it several days without much thought; it haunted me, and I visited the spot more and more. My curiosity increased daily, one day I could not withstand the temptation to tear off the grass; I dug farther and farther down until I struck something hard. I was delighted because it seemed now as through all my labor had not been in vain, for surely it must be something mysterious buried in this hole. Carefully I brought the box to the daylight, it was shaped like a music roll. What could it be? I took the lid off and drew forth a roll of paper. The pages were closely written, and the first words were in large letters. Imagine my surprise when I read: 71