130 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
the roots of the nearest black-walnut tree. Captain 
Kidd.” 
There was a moment’s check. It was Honey who 
recognized the tree by its crooked clutching twigs, 
and found at its roots a crumpled piece of paper 
which said: “Go to the nearest tulip tree. Black- 
beard the Pirate.”” It was Trottie who remembered 
that a tulip tree has square leaves, and it was he who 
found the message which read: “‘I am buried under a 
stone which stands between a spice-bush and a 
white-ash tree.” They all knew the spice-bush, with 
its brittle twigs and pungent bark which was made to 
be nibbled, and under the stone they found a note 
which said: “Look in the crotch of a dogwood tree. 
If you will listen you will hear its bark”’; which made 
the Band laugh like anything. 
The last message of all read: “‘I am swinging in a 
vireo’s nest on the branch of a sour-gum tree.” 
That was a puzzle which held the Band hunting like 
beagles in check for a long time. Corporal Alice- 
Palace at last spied the bleached little basket-nest 
at the end of a low limb. Inside was a bit of paper 
which, when unfolded, seemed to be entirely blank. 
So were the face of the Band as they looked. It was 
the Captain again who saved the day. 
“T have heard,”’ he whispered, “that sometimes 
pirates write in lemon-juice, which makes an invisible 
ink that needs heat to bring it out. Like the Gold- 
Bug, you know.” 
It was enough. In less than sixty seconds, sun 
time, the Band had built a tiny fire after the most 
