When the procession was midway across, the trouble began. The first horse in the procession, which bore a golden-helmeted knight, gave a scream and floundered knee-deep in the shifty quick-
The treacherous surface began to give. From the northeast, the slow deadly tidewater ripples crept up, and the solid sands began to shake and quiver. The whole mass huddled this way and that, while the sucking ooze grew higher until that great treasure army,.a mass of shrieking, moaning, mail-clad men, was engulfed with its horse and its great horde of gold—sucked down into the mud and treacherous quicksand.
King John's treasure, the treasure of the wickedest of all that wicked Anjou brood, lies there still. Engineers claim that the treasure is no more than 40 feet deep. It can easily be raised, they say.
To-day the quicksands are overlaid with firm clay, grass covered, capable of sustaining the weight
lay.
15 or 20 railroad trains every
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