ONE DAY ON HIS TRAVELS THROUGH THE
WOODS HE WAS ON A SMALL HILL OVER LOOKING ONE OF THE LAKES WHEN
HE FOUND A MOUND ABOUT 10 FEET IN DIAMETER AND ABOUT 3 FEET
TALLER THAN THE SURROUNDING AREA, IT WAS PLAIN IT WAS NOT
SOMETHING NATURAL. HE DECIDED IT MUST BE AN INDIAN BURIAL MOUND.
THERE WAS A SMALL PIN OAK TREE ABOUT 6 INCHES IN DIAMETER
GROWING UP THROUGH ONE SIDE OF IT. IT WAS APPARENT THE MOUND HAD
BEEN THERE A LONG TIME. HE WONDERED WHAT TREASURES MIGHT BE
BURIED IN THAT MOUND. HE DECIDED HE WOULD COME BACK THE NEXT DAY
AND DO A DIG. YOU KNOW LIKE THEY DID IN EGYPT.
THE NEXT MORNING HE WAS UP
EARLY AND STARTED MAKING HIS PLANS FOR HIS DIG. HE GATHERED UP
WHAT TOOLS HE THOUGHT HE WOULD NEED. HE HAD A SHOVEL, A HATCHET,
A BALL OF STRING, A PAINT BRUSH, AND OF COURSE HIS 22 RIFLE.
JUST IN CASE YOU KNOW. IN CASE OF WHAT? HE DIDN’T KNOW BUT AN 8
YEAR OLDS IMAGINATION CAN CONJURE UP ANYTHING. HE FIGURED HE
BETTER TAKE TWO SANDWICHES AND AN APPLE TODAY BECAUSE IT LOOKED
LIKE THERE WAS GOING TO BE SOME SERIOUS LABOR ON THIS SAFARI.
WELL, WITH ALL HIS GEAR EITHER
TIED TO HIS BELT, STUFFED IN HIS POCKETS, OR RESTING ON HIS
SHOULDERS, HE STARTED FOR THE MOUND. IT WAS ABOUT A TWO MILE
WALK FROM HIS HOUSE. WHEN HE HAD GONE ABOUT A ¼ MILE, HE DECIDED
THE HATCHET WAS TO HEAVY AND HE PROBABLY WOULDN’T NEED IT
ANYWAY. SO HE THREW IT DOWN NEXT TO THE TRAIL HE WAS ON. AFTER
ANOTHER ¼
OF A MILE HE DECIDED HE COULD DO WITHOUT THE PAINT BRUSH AND
BALL OF STRING. HE LEFT THEM BESIDE THE TRAIL. THIS LEFT HIM
WITH THE SHOVEL, HIS 22 RIFLE, HIS LUNCH, AND HIS CANTEEN.
AFTER HE HAD GONE A MILE AND A
HALF HE THOUGHT IF HE WENT AHEAD AND ATE HIS LUNCH AND DRANK THE
WATER IN HIS CANTEEN HE WOULDN’T HAVE TO CARRY THEM. SO HE SAT
DOWN AND ATE HIS TWO SANDWICHES AND HIS APPLE. HE DRANK ALL THE
WATER HE COULD HOLD AND LEFT HIS CANTEEN THERE BESIDE THE TRAIL.
HE INTENDED TO PICK ALL HIS EQUIPMENT UP AS HE RETURNED THAT
AFTERNOON, BUT THAT’S A WHOLE NOTHER STORY FOR A DIFFERENT TIME.
WHEN HE GOT TO THE MOUND HE WAS
TIRED AND HIS BELLY WAS FULL. HE SAT DOWN AND LEANED BACK
AGAINST A TREE TO REST. HE MUST HAVE RESTED ABOUT 3 HOURS,
BECAUSE WHEN HE WOKE UP IT WAS PAST NOON. HE JUMPED UP AND
GRABBED THE SHOVEL. HE WAS DETERMINED TO MAKE A GOOD START ON
HIS DIG. HE STARTED DIGGING ABOUT HALF WAY UP ON ONE SIDE. AS HE
TURNED OVER THE FOURTH SHOVEL FULL OF DIRT HE SAW SOMETHING
BLACK IN THE DIRT. HE BENT OVER AND PICKED IT UP. IT WAS AN
ARROWHEAD. AN ARROWHEAD! HE HAD FOUND AN ARROWHEAD.
HE GRABBED THE SHOVEL IN ONE
HAND AND WITH THE ARROWHEAD IN THE OTHER HE TOOK OUT RUNNING FOR
HOME TO SHOW HIS MOTHER HIS FIND. WHEN HE GOT HOME HE SHOWED HIS
MOTHER HIS ARROWHEAD. SHE SAID, ”THAT’S NICE BUT WHERE IS YOUR
22 RIFLE?” “OOPS!” ANYWAY THAT’S HOW HE BECAME A CHILD PRODIGY
ARCHAEOLOGIST AT THE AGE OF EIGHT.
TO BE CONTINUED
BY LOREN
MOORE
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