Chapter 22 Jenny was robbed-1

The next day, Taishan woke up early.The first thing on his mind in the new day, and the last thing in his mind before he fell asleep last night, were those wonderful papers hidden in his quiver. He quickly took it out, feeling uneasy, hoping to understand what the beautiful girl had written the night before. But after only one glance, he was extremely disappointed.Never before had he been so full of desire.He eagerly hopes to understand what this blonde fairy who suddenly broke into his life wrote.Whether it was addressed to him or not is irrelevant.Anyway, it expresses her thoughts and feelings, which is enough for Tarzan.

But now, he was stumped by these wonderful, scribbled words.He had never seen such handwriting before.Oddly enough, they were not the same as the print in the book and the illegible handwriting of the few letters he had found, but a typeface that slanted in the exact opposite direction. Even the little "beetle" in the black leather book is a familiar old friend, but because of the different order of arrangement, he doesn't understand the meaning.And these "beetles" had never been seen before. He stared at those pages for twenty minutes, and suddenly those "beetles" seemed to crawl out of their distorted "body", and became so familiar again.Ah, it turned out to be his old friend, but the writing was too sloppy.

Gradually, he recognized one word after a while, and another after a while.His heart was beating happily.Ah, he can read, he must! After another half an hour, he had fully grasped the law of the girl's calligraphy.Except for a few characters he doesn't know, he can already read it fluently. Here is the letter he read: West coast of Africa, about ten degrees south latitude (so Mr. Clayton says) February 3, 1909 Dear Hazel: It must be stupid to write you this letter that you will never read.But I seem to have to tell someone about the dangers I have experienced since the unfortunate "Aro" left Europe in meditation.

happy. If we never return to civilization - which now seems likely - this letter will at least record the events leading up to our end (whatever that end). As you know, everyone thought we were traveling for a scientific expedition to the Congo.Papa seemed to cling to a curious theory that there was an unimaginable prehistoric culture whose ruins were buried somewhere in the valley of the Congo River.However, when we set sail to sea, we realized the truth of the matter. There's an old bookworm who owns an old book and curio shop in Baltimore.He found a letter written in 1550 in a very old Spanish manuscript.The letter said that there was a Spanish galleon sailing from Spain to South America with a fortune on board.

① Baltimore (Baltimore): American city. Great wealth, I think, probably in old Spanish gold and silver coins.Because this incident sounds both absurd and full of pirate stories.Later the ship mutinied and the crew experienced a peril. The person who wrote the letter was one of the crew.The recipient is his son.At the time of writing this letter, he was already the captain of a Spanish merchant ship. Many years have passed, and the old man has become a respectable citizen, living in a remote town in Spain.But he was eager for money, so he took the risk of telling his son all the ways to get this huge wealth.

The writer says that the galleon was about a week out of Spain when there was a mutiny on board.The rebels killed the captain, the first, second, and third mates, and all who opposed them.But they shot themselves in the foot.Because none of the rest of the gang knew the art of navigating a ship in the sea. They had to be at the mercy of the wind and drifted in the sea for a whole month or two.Because of hunger and scurvy, they died and fell ill, and then drifted to a small island. The galleon was smashed to pieces as it washed up on the beach.But the ten survivors still managed to grab a box of treasure.They buried the box on the island and lived there for three years, hoping that someone would rescue them.

These ten people died of illness one after another.In the end there was only one left, and that was the person who wrote the letter.These people had once built a small boat out of the wreckage of the Spanish galleon, but because they didn't know the location of this small island, they never dared to go to sea. After those nine people died, there was only one survivor left on the desert island.He could no longer bear the terrible loneliness, and would rather risk his life at sea than die alone on this desolate island.After nearly a year of agonizing solitude, he finally sailed out to sea in that little boat.

Fortunately, he kept sailing north, and within a week he entered the route of Spanish merchant ships from the West Indies to Spain, and was rescued by a ship bound for Spain. He told them only that the ship had been wrecked at sea, and all but a few were killed.After arriving at a small island, others slowly died, and finally only he was left.As for the rebellion and the burial of the chest of treasures, of course he didn't say a word. The captain of the merchant vessel told him that from where they had rescued him, and from the way the wind had been blowing for the past week, he must have drifted in from one of the islets in the Green Capes.This archipelago is off the west coast of Africa, at about sixteen to seventeen degrees north latitude.

The letter, detailing the island and where the treasure was hidden, was accompanied by the crudest, most ridiculous old-fashioned map you've ever seen.Trees, rocks, and scribbled crosses were drawn on the map to show the exact place where the box of treasure was buried. After my father told me the purpose of this "investigation", my heart immediately turned cold for half a year. Because I know that poor father always likes to fantasize in vain, and I am afraid that he will be teased again this time. You know, in order to make fun of He actually spent a thousand dollars on the letter and the map.

①Green Cape Islands (Cape verde Lslands): In the West Atlantic Ocean of Africa, it belongs to Portugal. What worries me even more is that he borrowed another ten thousand dollars from Robert Canner, and he also made a note. Mr. Kanler asked for nothing as collateral.You know, dear, what it will mean to me if Papa doesn't pay the money back.Ah, how I hate that Mr. Canner! We all try to look on the bright side.But Mr. Philander and Mr. Clayton—who joined us in London just for the sake of adventure—were full of misgivings, as I was. Well, long story short, we actually found the island and the chest of treasure.It was a large oak box, with several iron hoops, and covered with several layers of oiled canvas.It is as intact as when it was buried three hundred years ago.

The box was full of gold coins, so heavy that four people would bend their waists when lifting it. The chest of treasure seemed to bring death and misfortune only to those who came into contact with it.For within three days of leaving the Greenhorns, our own crew rebelled, and killed all the captains of the ship. Oh, what an unimaginable, most terrifying experience!I just can't write it all down. They also wanted to kill us all.But Jin, the leader of the gang of rebels, did not let them do this.So they sailed south along the coast, found a good harbor in a secluded place, forced us to land there, and at last simply left us on this deserted beach. Today, they set sail with that chest of treasure.But Mr. Clayton said that they would not escape the bad luck of the rebels on the Spanish galleon three hundred years ago, because King, the only sailor on this ship, was also killed by a fellow on the day we landed. on the beach. I really wish you knew Mr. Clayton.One day, he will inherit the title and property of the lord.Besides, he was very rich himself.But it makes me very sad to think that he will be an English Lord.You know how I usually look down on American girls who marry titled foreigners!Oh, if only he was just an ordinary American. But it wasn't his fault, poor fellow.In addition to his birth, he can bring all kinds of glory to our country.And I thought, for any man, this is the highest reward that can be obtained. Since we set foot on this magical land, we have experienced all kinds of terrible things.Papa and Mr. Philander got lost in the woods and nearly got eaten by a lion. Mr. Clayton also got lost and was twice attacked by wild animals. Esmeralda and I were cornered in a dilapidated hut by a very scary man-eating lion.Oh, as Esmeralda said: "I'm afraid of death!" But the strangest thing was the extremely mysterious man who rescued us.I didn't see him, but Mr. Clayton and Pa and Mr. Philander had all seen him.He was a dark white man, they said, a perfect god!He has the strength of an elephant, the agility of a monkey, and the courage of a lion. He doesn't speak English.Immediately after doing something brave, it disappears very mysteriously, like a ghost. We also have a strange neighbor who can write well and left us a note on the door of this hut, which means not to let us damage his things.The signature is "Tarzan of the Apes". We've never seen him yet, though he's believed to be around.Because when a sailor was about to attack Clayton from behind, he was pierced through the shoulder by a spear thrown from the jungle. The sailors left us with very little food, and we had only one pistol with three cartridges, and we didn't know how to get meat.Although Mr. Philander said that he could live on the wild fruits and nuts that were everywhere in the forest. Now I am very tired.I got to sleep on that weird bed.Mr. Clayton spread some grass for me.In the future, as the situation develops, I will continue to write this letter to you. love you jenny potter After reading this letter, Taishan sat there thinking for a long time.There were so many novel things mentioned in this letter, it made a mess in his mind all of a sudden. He wanted to "digest" them piece by piece. Judging from this letter, they still don't know that he is Tarzan of the Apes.He was going to tell them the truth. He built a small shed out of leaves and branches on that tree, which could keep him out of the wind and rain.He hid in the coconut some "treasures" he had brought from the hut. Among the "treasures" are several pencils.