Reading that document wasn't easy. It took about a week to decode the script. Eventually I resorted to projecting the image onto a wall. With Lynda, my wife's help, we managed to read most of it with just a few words defeating us.

One line in particular made me feel as if somebody was walking over my grave.

This memorandum is recorded by a spectator of the calamity and to perpetuate the memory of such a singular disaster which sends out a providential judgement. May all of this in the future be warned from such depredations.

Towards the end of reading through the document I was starting to feel that the last line would read something like:- "And the treasure be found beneath the third pine tree to the left of the big rock." Sadly it didn't, so my long quest for the family silver goes on.