Hello All
My apologizes once again I diverted a little some times as I type if I am in my hammock or in my tea house I have a little micro sleep. It very warm in fact very humid.
Now humidly can be nauseous especial when trapped with low cloud above. But today just clear blue sky not one cloud in the sky. So my friends swimming is one form or another is order of the day. When you live in tropics my friends you soon learn why the native wear as little as possible because its stinking hot. So when we get a cool onshore breeze lowing through the trees its race for the hammocks my friends. so sie amigo don Jose siesta...
er....I must of nodded off...:-)
Now back to Kanacka Jack. Well on the day we visited kanacka with my better half before the wine and the sun my friends made concentration a blur . While he told me yarn about the gold reef he was looking for.
He also told me got some papers to relating to a captain Henry Mair who was murdered in Espritio Santos. The mission church there had records and odds and ends left there through various missionaries there. The mission establish in 1897 had a Letter that a native had taken from the murdered Henry Mair and they native unable read kept the paper letter in his family for about 16 years until he converted to Christianity in which he gave it to the Dr Bowie, who was then a Scottish missionary had first established Presbyterian Church mission in Hog Harbour.
How Kanacka Jack got it? Years ago he came across the papers in the box of records from the defunct Presbyterian church of hogs harbor stored in another Church in Port Vila. The document was letter to be sent to Henry Mair's brother in New Zealand from some reason or another it was never sent. It went on to describe Henry Mair's discovery and burial of treasure he found on an island called Swarrow island.
Suwarrow Atoll is now a New Zealand protectorate and is part of the Cook Island group. The atoll is barely two and a half square kilometres in area and lies 800 kilometres due east of Samoa and 3,200 kilometres north-east of New Zealand. It has no fresh water or fruit and because of this remained uninhabited for many years.
It was uncharted on earlier maps and charts and gained its name during the visit of a Russian vessel, the SUVOROV. The atoll was a likely place to hide ill-gotten gains from plundered ships plying the trade routes across the Pacific Ocean. Lime fortifications and pottery, found in the sand by Sterndale, showed that at some previous time Spanish and Portugese ships had called there.
It is on record, Sterndale related, that in 1850 a Tahitian schooner went to salvage oil from the stranded American vessel GEM and the captain had searched around the tall palm trees near the beach of Anchorage Island and dug up a small buried treasure chest containing gold and silver coin. He had heard of a German trader working in Apia, Samoa, who had become the next treasure hunter on Suwarrow after purchasing an old map from a drunken sailor.
He found an old iron chest containing Spanish pieces of eight and silver of Mexican origin valued at US$22,000. The last known treasure find was in 1876 when the atoll was occupied by Sterndale, his wife and several Chinese workers.
Mr. Henderson carefully considered Sterndale's proposition of setting up a trading post and base on Suwarrow Atoll. It was well situated and could be used by small vessels to store the cargo of copra, shell, pearl and other commodities brought in from the other islands and atolls in the adjacent areas. Additionally, Sterndale's previous experience soon convinced Mr. Henderson that this could become a paying proposition.
The partners agreed that Sterndale should become their Manager for the Pacific region and that he would be based on Suwarrow atoll.
With the aid of the crew of the firms 85 ton brigantine RYNO, Sterndale put together the house in frames that they had brought with them from Auckland close to the beach on Anchorage Island, Suwarrow. They built a small coral wall in front to form a fortress and laid in the two cannons facing out into the lagoon to ward off unwanted visitors.
Nearby they built a brick reservoir to catch rainwater and a long coral wharf out into the deeper water so vessels could load and unload provisions, supplies and cargo's. The operation began well and the partners in Auckland were well pleased with his efforts and organising abilities. An ambitious man, Sterndale convinced himself that he was now eligible to become a partner in the firm. This was disputed by Mr.Henderson who informed him that he was nothing more than an employee of the company.
The dispute continued into 1876 and the partners decided they must end the matter once and for all and ordered Sterndale and his wife to return to Auckland on the first available vessel. He flatly refused to leave. By October, Mr. Henderson took matters into his own hands and dispatched the company vessel KREIMHELDA, under Captain Fernandez, with orders to sail to Suwarrow to bring them back.
When they anchored off the wharf at the atoll, Captain Fernandez found Sterndale had barricaded himself, his wife and Chinese workers in the house. He appeared at the door, brandishing a revolver, and fired shots at Captain Fernandez as he approached the house.
Retreating to the ship, the captain and crew placed the house under siege, firing rifle shots into the walls and into the water tank to try to force him to surrender. The Circular Saw Line brigantine RYNO was close by and arrived to find the position in stalemate. On board was a close friend of Sterndale named Captain Mair.
Forbidden by the ships captain to leave the vessel, Mair slipped quietly overboard that night into the dark waters of the lagoon. He swam strongly for the distant shoreline, aware that in these waters lurked many large man-eating sharks. As he lay gasping for breath on the white sands, the faint sounds of a scuffle nearby caught his attention and he found a turtle digging frantically in the sand, having chosen this spot to lay her eggs.
Hearing the sound of metal chinking, he decided to investigate further. Disturbed, the turtle scuttled away back into the dark waters, Mair dug around in the hole she had made with his bare hands. Finally he had cleared enough sand to see the dark outline of a rusty metal box, broken on one end, where necklaces and brooches in gold and silver lay in the sand in the pale moonlight. Glancing down he recalled he only had on his underclothes. He had nothing to carry it away in.
Exposing the box, Mair dragged it along the sand, aiming to re-bury it at another spot so he could return on another occasion to claim his find. Into his vest he slipped a few gold coins and rings and having carefully noted the position he had re-buried the treasure, made his way to Sterndale's house.
At first Sterndale thought it was some trick to get him out, but finally convinced of the identity of his night caller, opened the door and let Henry Mair inside. Mair was unable to convince Sterndale to surrender and the matter was finally brought to a conclusion when Captain Fernandez and his crew decided to smoke Sterndale out of the house with green pandanus leaves. Sterndale surrendered as smoke billowed through the small house. In the company of Captain Fernandez, Sterndale was placed on board the KREIMHELDA and she set sail for Auckland. Sterndale was later charged by the police with 'discharging a firearm with intent to kill',
But Captain Fernandez spoke on his behalf in court, and the judge ruled the matter to be out of his jurisdiction. Sterndale and his wife left Auckland shortly after for the west coast of America.
Henry Mair left his hoard on Suwarrow and continued to work around the Pacific islands. In a letter, dated 1878, to his brother Gilbert Mair in New Zealand, he wrote:
"People have been talking to me about my plant on Suwarrow, but they all want the lion's share. I am not afraid of anyone finding it. A letter has been in my box for two years, to be forwarded in case I come to grief, giving an accurate description of the place, with the camp as bearings and distances from various points, so anyone with ordinary care could not fail to hit it......."
This letter was never to reach his brother simply because he never sent it.
In 1881, Henry Mair was clubbed to death by the suspicious natives of Cape Lisbon, on the island of Espiritu Santo in the New Hebrides now present day Vanuatu, where he had called there as a recruiting agent on board the Schooner Isabella.
His personal letter describing the location has never been found until Kanaka jack Handed me the letter. I was drunken and once in my life speechless. Old jack winked I am too old to search for it now and he joked his old ketch would fall apart in stiff breeze .
Humbled I took graciously the old mans bit of historic treasure. It was like passing the baton my friends from one old treasure hunter onto the next.
Humbled that I was I had many thing to do. I had to decide if I had time to search for this gold reef up on east coast of New Caledonia. But time was pressing my friends....
To be continued....
Kanacki
To date I have Found the Gloria Pan, the lost gold mine of the Spanierd of the Juarez reveloution, and the Tarasca/las Pimas. to the Queen, Tayopa Which has played such a major part in Mexican history. I have given it as a gift to Mexico for her patromony.It played a major part in her history. Frankly I am amazed as to why no-ons else has found her.
