wizards, an' he had a divinin' rod. His divinin' rod led him right
up to a hummock in the middle of the island, an' they dug there,
an' fetched up against the skeleton of an old dead hoss. That got
'em all excited, an' they pitched in an' dug like Sancho. But they
never found nothin' 'cept the old hoss, an' so the wizard went
back to town, an' took his divinin' rod with him. Then there was a
lot of college fellers come an' camped out there all summer, once.
I see 'em at it, two or three times. They was playin' base-ball,
mostly. One of 'em had a map that he'd got outer some old book,
an' he let me look at it. Accordin' to the bearin's of the island
it might have been most anywhere between Fundy an' Key West, but
it was good enough for this feller. He was sure it meant
Fishback."

"Where did you dig?"

"Oh, round anywhere. I just did it for fun, between two fishin'
trips. You can go over an' see the island this afternoon, if yer
want to. Just go over to the mainland, an' take the hoss-car to
Squid Cove. There'll be someone that will let yer take a boat
across to Fishback."

An hour later we sailed into Bailey's Harbor. This was the only
village of any size on Little Duck Island. A number of huts and
houses, with one or two shops, stood about the head of the inlet.
Behind them a road led up a hill, and then branched,--one road
going off to the north-east, for the island was three or four
miles long. The other road joined the causeway which had been
built across the marsh in the rear of the island. Only this marsh
separated the island from the mainland,--it was only an island in