exactly six miles and nine hundred and forty-five varas farther west than the place you hit upon Oh, what a fool you are, Jim! What is this variation that you speak of? "I asked. "I thought figures never lied The variation of the magnetic compass, "said Goodloe, "from the true meridian He smiled in his superior way; and then I saw come out in his face the singular, eager onsuming cupidity of the seeker after buried treasure Sometimes, " he said with the air of the oracle, these old traditions of hidden money are not without foundation. Suppose you let me look over that paper describing the location. Perhaps together we might The result was that Goodloe Banks and I, rivals in love, became companions in adventure le went to Chico by stage from Huntersburg, the nearest railroad town In Chico we hired a team drawing a covered spring-wagon and camping paraphernalia. We had the same surveyor run out our distance, as revised by Goodloe and his variations, and then dismissed him and sent him on his homeward road It was night when we arrived I fed the horses and made a fire near the bank of the river and cooked supper. Goodloe would have helped, but his education had not fitted him for practical But while I worked he cheered me with the expression of great thoughts handed down from the dead ones of old. He quoted some translations from the Greek at much length Anacreon, "he explained. "That was a favorite passage with Miss Mangum--as I recited for higher things, "said I, repeating his phrase Can there be anything higher, asked Goodloe, " than to dwell in the society of the classics, to live in the atmosphere of learning and culture? You have often decried education. what of your wasted efforts through your ignorance of simple mathematics? How soon would you have found your treasure if my knowledge had not shown you your error? Well take a look at those hills across the river first. said l "and see what we find I am still doubtful about variations. I have been brought up to believe that the needle is true to the pole 3 The next morning was a bright June one. We were up early and had breakfast. Goodloe was charmed. He recited--Keats, I think it was, and Kelly or Shelley-while I broiled the bacon. We were getting ready to cross the river, which was little more than a shallow creek there, and explore the many sharp-peaked cedar-covered hills on the other side "My good Ulysses, "said Goodloe, slapping me on the shoulder while I was washing the tin breakfast-plates, "let me see the enchanted document once more. I believe it gives directions for climbing the hill shaped like a pack-saddle. I never saw a pack-saddle. What is it like, Jim? Score one against culture "said I. "I' ll know it when I see it Goodloe was looking at old Rundle's document when he ripped out5 a most uncollegiate swear-word Come here, " he said, holding the paper up against the sunlight. " Look at that, he said, laying his finger against it On the blue paper--a thing I had never noticed before--l saw stand out in white letters word and figures: "Malvern, 1898 12用古时候死人流传下的伟大思想来为我打气 13 The needle is true to the pole:磁针是正对北极的 14 Ulysses:利西斯,希腊神话中长途跋涉的英雄。 15 Ripped out:狠狠地发出exactly six miles and nine hundred and forty-five varas farther west than the place you hit upon. Oh, what a fool you are, Jim!" "What is this variation that you speak of?" I asked. "I thought figures never lied." "The variation of the magnetic compass," said Goodloe, "from the true meridian." He smiled in his superior way; and then I saw come out in his face the singular, eager, consuming cupidity of the seeker after buried treasure. "Sometimes," he said with the air of the oracle, "these old traditions of hidden money are not without foundation. Suppose you let me look over that paper describing the location. Perhaps together we might--" The result was that Goodloe Banks and I, rivals in love, became companions in adventure. We went to Chico by stage from Huntersburg, the nearest railroad town. In Chico we hired a team drawing a covered spring-wagon and camping paraphernalia. We had the same surveyor run out our distance, as revised by Goodloe and his variations, and then dismissed him and sent him on his homeward road. It was night when we arrived. I fed the horses and made a fire near the bank of the river and cooked supper. Goodloe would have helped, but his education had not fitted him for practical things. But while I worked he cheered me with the expression of great thoughts handed down from the dead ones of old.12 He quoted some translations from the Greek at much length. "Anacreon," he explained. "That was a favorite passage with Miss Mangum--as I recited it." "She is meant for higher things," said I, repeating his phrase. "Can there be anything higher," asked Goodloe, "than to dwell in the society of the classics, to live in the atmosphere of learning and culture? You have often decried education. What of your wasted efforts through your ignorance of simple mathematics? How soon would you have found your treasure if my knowledge had not shown you your error?" "We'll take a look at those hills across the river first," said I, "and see what we find. I am still doubtful about variations. I have been brought up to believe that the needle is true to the pole13." The next morning was a bright June one. We were up early and had breakfast. Goodloe was charmed. He recited--Keats, I think it was, and Kelly or Shelley--while I broiled the bacon. We were getting ready to cross the river, which was little more than a shallow creek there, and explore the many sharp-peaked cedar-covered hills on the other side. "My good Ulysses14," said Goodloe, slapping me on the shoulder while I was washing the tin breakfast-plates, "let me see the enchanted document once more. I believe it gives directions for climbing the hill shaped like a pack-saddle. I never saw a pack-saddle. What is it like, Jim?" "Score one against culture," said I. "I'll know it when I see it." Goodloe was looking at old Rundle's document when he ripped out15 a most uncollegiate swear-word. "Come here," he said, holding the paper up against the sunlight. "Look at that," he said, laying his finger against it. On the blue paper--a thing I had never noticed before--I saw stand out in white letters the word and figures : "Malvern, 1898." 12 用古时候死人流传下的伟大思想来为我打气。 13 The needle is true to the pole：磁针是正对北极的。 14 Ulysses：尤利西斯，希腊神话中长途跋涉的英雄。 15 Ripped out：狠狠地发出