What are the main points of Stafford Cave?

A long time ago, two fishermen lived on an island in the Scottish Islands. The two men are about the same age and get along well. None of them have any family or relatives. The two people are very different in appearance and personality, and their lifestyles are also very different, just like the difference between an eagle and a seal, but they both live well.

Caspar Strompo is a short, chubby man with a round face like a full moon and smiling eyes. He is very kind and seems to have no worries or troubles. He is not only fat, but also sleepy and lazy, so he does all the housework, cooking, baking bread, weaving nets or going out to sell fish. He grows a small piece of land at home and is responsible for most of it. ...

His companion is just the opposite, tall and thin, with a hooked nose and sharp eyes. He is the most industrious and stingy fisherman known far and near, the most capable expert in climbing trees to catch birds and feathers, the most shrewd cultivator on the island and the most profitable businessman in the market next to the church. He can do business, with good goods and innocence. Everyone is willing to buy his things. People call him Wilm.

Although Wilm is as stingy as a businessman, he is willing to share the fruits of his efforts with Caspar. Wilm and Caspar not only solved the problem of food and clothing, but also tried to achieve a richer living standard. But Wilm is not only pursuing a rich living standard, he wants to be rich, very rich. It didn't take long for him to understand the essence, knowing that it is impossible to get rich quickly by ordinary efforts, so he had an idea: to get rich, you must rely on some special luck. Later, his idea was deeply rooted in his strong will and could not tolerate other ideas. He solemnly told Caspar the idea. Caspar, on the other hand, took what Wilm said as the truth. He told this story to his neighbors again, and soon a rumor spread that Wilm either really obeyed the devil or accepted the devil's invitation for money.

At first, when Wilm heard the rumor, he always shrugged it off. But then I gradually inclined to the idea that one day an elf would reveal the secret of the treasure. If any villager teases him about this topic again, he will not refute it. He is still doing business, but his enthusiasm has decreased and he often daydreams unnecessarily. In the past, most of the time was spent fishing or doing other useful work, but now it is wasted, pursuing adventure in vain and dreaming of suddenly becoming a millionaire. He is also very lucky. One day, he looked at the rough sea hopefully, as if his great happiness was about to run out of the sea. Suddenly, a huge wave rolled under his feet. It was a pile of seaweed and rocks with broken roots, wrapped in something from Huang Chengcheng-a golden pill.

Wilm stood there ecstatic, thinking that his hope had not turned into a fantasy after all, and the sea had brought him gold-beautiful pure gold. This is probably a fraction of a heavy gold bar, which was washed away by the current at the bottom of the sea and turned into a bullet. Now, he knows in his heart that there must be a ship full of gold, silver and jewels stranded and sunk by the sea in this area. Obviously, there is hope to salvage the treasure in the palace under the sea. Since then, this idea has become his only pursuit. He was so careful about what he found that he even kept his mouth shut to his friends and kept the clues from others. He left everything else behind and stayed at the seaside all day. Instead of casting a net for fishing, he threw his gold hook into the bottom of the sea. As a result, he got nothing but poverty, because he no longer made money himself, and Caspar's delay was not enough to feed them both. In the process of finding the treasure, not only the unexpected gold was consumed, but also all the property of the couple was consumed over time.

Caspar used to feel at ease with Wilm's support, but now he still has no complaints about Wilm's profligacy, because he believes that good friends should share joys and sorrows. Because of his friend's tolerance, Wilm was still encouraged to continue to search for the treasure wholeheartedly. There is another factor that makes him more and more energetic: as long as he lies down and closes his eyes, a sentence will ring in his ear, which sounds clear at that time, but he can't remember the specific meaning every time. This is a strange sound. He always feels that it has something to do with his current efforts. This is bound to have an impact on people like Wilm. This mysterious whisper strengthened his belief that he would get great happiness. He hopes that this happiness is only related to a pile of gold.

One day, he found that the gold bar coast was hit by a storm again. The storm was so fierce that he had to hide in a nearby cave. The local residents call this cave Stingfall Cave, which has a long tunnel with two exits leading to the sea, so that the waves have a free passage. When the sea came in, the waves splashed and made a deafening roar. There is only one place to walk into this cave. This place is a slit from top to bottom. Except for some courageous young people, few people set foot in it, because not only the terrain is dangerous, but also there are often scary screams like ghosts and wolves in the caves.

Wilm managed to get to that place. This place is about 12 step deep from the ground. It's spacious, with many stone pillars and stalagmites. The waves roared at his feet and the wind roared overhead, which gave him an idea that there must be a shipwreck here. However, although he made various investigations, the oldest person also said that there was no shipwreck in this area.

He doesn't know how long he has been sitting here. When he woke up from his dream, he realized that the storm had passed. He was about to go back when he heard the sound from the depths. The word "Ka-Mir-Khan" came to his ears very clearly. He walked to the heights with curiosity and looked into the abyss. "Supreme God!" He shouted: "this is the word that followed me into my dream!" " Oh, my God, what does that mean? "When he stepped out of the cave with one foot, the cave sighed again," said Camille Khan. "He ran back to his hut like a frightened deer.

In fact, Wilm is not a coward, but he feels too surprised. Besides, his desire for money is so great that any unexpected events can't scare him. He is still moving along the rugged road full of danger. One night not long after, when the moon was shining, he was facing the Stanford Cave, fishing for treasure in the water with a fish hook, and the fish hook was suddenly hooked by something. He tried to pull it up, but it wouldn't budge. At this time, the wind was blowing hard, the sky was overcast, the boat was shaking violently and was about to capsize. Wilm was not confused. He kept pulling until the resistance disappeared. At this time, he felt weightless and thought that the fishing line was broken. But just as the dark clouds were about to cover the moon, a round and black thing appeared on the water, and the word that had been pestering him sounded-"Camillhan". He was eager to catch the thing, but before his hand reached it, it had disappeared into the darkness. At this time, the storm broke out again, forcing him to find shelter on the nearby cliff. He fell asleep here because of fatigue. In his sleep, he was tortured by a tangled imagination and fell into pain again. This kind of pain is caused by the endless pursuit of wealth during the day. When Wilm woke up, the rising sun had just shone on the mirror-like sea. He was about to go out to do his daily work when he saw something coming towards him in the distance. He quickly recognized that it was a small boat with a man on it. But to his surprise, the ship has neither sails nor paddles, but it keeps going forward, and its bird-shaped bow is close to the coast. I didn't find the man sitting quietly on the boat at the helm, and there was obviously a rudder on the boat. Kofunagoshi came closer and closer, and finally stopped beside Wilm's boat. Now, he can clearly see the people on board. It turned out to be an ugly and short old man, dressed in yellow linen, wearing a red nightcap, with his eyes closed, sitting upright like a mummy. He called him several times, but it was useless to push him. It was not until he was about to tow the boat away that the little old man opened his eyes and began to move. Even the bravest fisherman will shudder at his behavior.

"Where have I been?" He sighed deeply and asked in Dutch. Wilm once learned a few Dutch words from a Dutch fisherman who caught herring, so he told him the name of the island and asked him who he was and what he was doing here.

"I'm here to see Camille Khan."

"Camille Han? God knows what Camille Khan is? " Will asked loudly in surprise.

"If you ask me a question in this tone, I won't answer it." The dwarf said he was obviously frightened.

"So," said Wilm, "would you please tell me what Camille Khan is?"

"Camille Khan doesn't exist now. It used to be a beautiful ship, with more gold than any other ship. "

"Where sank. When? "

"One hundred years ago. I'm not sure where. I'm looking for this place, and I want to salvage the lost gold. If you are willing to help me, I will give you half when I find the gold. "

"That's great. Tell me what I'm going to do? "

"It takes superhuman courage to do it. You have to take a cow to the most desolate and lonely place on the island before midnight, kill it there, and ask someone to wrap you in freshly peeled cowhide. Before one o'clock midnight, you will know where Camille Khan's treasure is. "

"Doing so will be punished by the old angels," cried Wilm in surprise. "You are really an evil ghost." He went on, rowing away in a hurry. "To you, damn thing! Don't let me see you again. "

The little old man snapped at him. But Wilm put away his oars and left soon. No one heard his voice again and then disappeared around a rock. He found that evil spirits wanted to take advantage of his greed and lure him into a trap with gold. But this discovery did not cure his obsession with money. Instead, he thinks he can use the information of this yellow dwarf to avoid the trap of evil spirits. He continued to fish for gold at the seaside, giving up the huge wealth created by rich fish in other sea areas, and that kind of rich life was also bought by his past efforts. Now, the life of him and his companions is getting worse and worse, and there has been a situation where he ate the last meal without the next meal. This is entirely caused by Wilm's stubbornness and greed, and Caspar has to bear the burden of their lives alone. Nevertheless, he obeyed Wilm as always, without complaint. I believe that he will be rational and may succeed at any time. This situation aggravated Wilm's pain and aroused his strong desire for gold. Whenever he is in a daze, the word "Camillhan" always echoes in his ears like a demon. In short, because of poverty, disappointment and greed, he embarked on a crazy road, and he really decided to do what the dwarfs advised him to do, although according to ancient legends, he knew that he had been possessed.

Caspar tried to dissuade him with a thousand reasons, but he ignored him. The more he begged Wilm to give up his desperate plan, the more irritable he became. Finally, the kind and cowardly man agreed to go with him and help him realize his plan. The two men were heartbroken together and decided to cut off their last property, the horn of the beautiful cow. They raised this cow since childhood and have been reluctant to sell it. They can't bear to see it fall into the hands of outsiders. But the demon who controlled Wilm now killed all his good feelings, and Caspar knew he could no longer stop him.

In Scotland in September, the nights are particularly long. The cold night wind pushes the heavy night light, and the clouds roll in the sky like icebergs involved in a huge whirlpool. The dark and muddy river in the valley glows with yellow light, just like the gates of hell. Wilm was in front, Caspar followed, trembling with commendable courage. As long as he sees the poor animal, his blurred eyes will be filled with tears. Animals still trust them so much that they know nothing about the impending death. And now holding it, it is the hands that have nurtured it and also want to kill it.

They went through hardships and came to the narrow and muddy valley, where there were mosses and weeds everywhere. Huge rocks were above their heads, surrounded by endless barren hills, and the hills were filled with gray smoke. These places are rare. They approached a boulder in the middle of the valley one by one, and a Shan Ying was flying in the air. The poor cow roared in pain, as if feeling the terrible and imminent fate in that area. Caspar burst into tears and quickly turned to dry his tears. He lowered his head and looked into the crack in the rock-that's where they just came in, and there was the sound of the rushing waves in the distance outside. Then he looked up at the top of the mountain, where there was a heavy cloud like lead, and there was a dull hum from there. He looked back at Wilm again-he had tied the poor cow to a stone, the axe had been raised high, and he was about to cut down the lovely creature.

It was so cruel that he couldn't stand his friend's atrocities and couldn't help sitting on the ground. "For God's sake, Wilm!" He shouted in despair, "Spare yourself, spare this cow!" Spare you and spare me! Save your soul! Save your destiny! If you must take such a chance, wait until tomorrow morning to find another animal and leave our beloved cow! "

Caspar, are you crazy? Wilm cried like a madman and kept holding the axe high. "If I leave that cow alone, I will starve to death."

"You won't be hungry!" Caspar replied firmly, "as long as my hand is still there, you won't be hungry." I will work for you day and night. Don't let your soul suffer, let our poor animals live! "

"Then why don't you cut off my head with an axe first," said Wilm in despair. "I won't leave here until I get what I want-can you dig up Camille Khan's treasure for me? But you can end my troubles. Come on, let me be the victim! "

"Will, give this cow a break and kill me! What does this have to do with me? I just think about your happiness. Yes! This is the altar of the Picts, and the sacrifices you bring belong to darkness. "

"I've never heard of such a thing," Wilm said with a smile, as if he had made up his mind not to listen to anything that might shake him. "Caspar, you're crazy, you're driving me crazy-but," he continued, throwing away the axe and picking up the machete as if to commit suicide. "You keep the cow and let me die!"

Caspar quickly jumped to his side, grabbed the weapon from his hand, picked up the axe, held it high, and chopped it hard at the head of his beloved animal. It died at its master's feet before it could struggle.

With this cruel action, the sky was suddenly illuminated by a flash of lightning, followed by deafening thunder. Wilm stared at his friend in surprise, just like a person who was startled to see a child dare to do something he didn't dare to do. Caspar seemed neither shocked by the thunder nor embarrassed by his friend's surprised eyes. Without saying a word, he jumped on the cow and began to skin it. Wilm steadied his mind and skinned him, but just as he couldn't wait, now he feels sad when he sees those animals that have been sacrificed.

While they were busy doing this, the storm came gradually, the rumble of thunder shook the valley, terrible lightning flashed around the stones and the valley, and disaster came.

The dazzling lightning lit up the rocks and moss in the valley. After peeling off the cowhide, two fishermen found themselves soaked inside and out. They spread the skin on the ground. Caspar wrapped him in it and tied him up like Wilm taught him. After everything was ready, the poor man was silent for a long time. He looked sympathetically at his friend who was obsessed with money and asked in a trembling voice, "What else can I do for you, WIM?"

"Nothing to do," replied Wilm. "Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!" Caspar replied, "May God bless you and help you as I do!" " "

This is the last time Wilma heard Caspar's words, because in a flash, he has disappeared into the boundless darkness. At the same time, there was the most terrible thunder that Wilm had never heard. In the lightning before the thunder, Wilm not only saw the nearby mountains and cliffs, but also saw the valley and roaring sea under his feet and the rocky islands dotted in the bay. Between the islands, it seems that a strange ship with a broken mast is faintly visible, and then disappears into the darkness in the blink of an eye. The thunder was deafening, and chunks of hanging rock rolled down from the mountain, threatening to kill him at any time. It rained cats and dogs, and in a blink of an eye, the muddy and narrow valley was submerged by the raging flood. The flood soon reached Wilm's shoulder. Caspar would have drowned if he hadn't just held it high by the upper body. The water level is getting higher and higher, and Wilm is trying harder and harder to get rid of this dangerous situation, and the cowhide has wrapped him tighter. He called Caspar. Caspar's long gone. At this critical moment, Wilm was afraid to ask God, and a sense of terror threatened him. He was afraid to ask for help from the strength he longed for.

Water has flooded into his ears and drowned his lips. "Oh, my God, I'm finished!" He shouted and felt a stream of water hitting his face. But at the same time, a sound like a nearby waterfall gently entered his ear. His lips were exposed at once. The flood washed away the rocks and a road appeared ahead. At this time, the rain gradually subsided, the sky gradually lit up, and his original despair was also weakening. He seemed to be bathed in the dawn of hope again. After the life-and-death struggle just now, he felt exhausted and longed to get rid of the cowhide. However, the purpose of his desperate struggle has not yet been achieved. With the disappearance of immediate life danger, the greed in his chest gradually increased. He believes that in this case, we must persist in order to achieve our goal. So try to stay calm and fall asleep in cold and fatigue.

He slept for about two hours, and a cold wind swept across his face, and there was a surging sound, as if from the approaching waves, which awakened him from the happy state of forgetting things. It is getting dark again. Like the first storm, a flash of lightning lit up the surroundings again, and he felt that he had caught a glimpse of the foreign ship again. The ship is now very close to Steenfeld Cliff, just like hanging on a high wave and sinking to the bottom of the sea in an instant before his eyes. But he still stared at the phantom, because lightning kept shining on the sea. Suddenly, a mountain-high water flew up in the valley, which swept him to the stone wall and made him completely unconscious. When he woke up, the sea was calm and the sky was clear, but the lightning continued to shine. The valley is surrounded by mountains, and he lies near the foothills. He was exhausted and could hardly move. He heard the sound of relatively quiet waves hitting the coast, mixed with a solemn music, as if it were a hymn. At first, his voice was so low that he thought it was an illusion. But I have heard it many times, and this time it is clearer and closer. Finally, he felt as if he had heard the melody of the hymn. He heard this song on a Dutch herring fishing boat the summer before last.

Later, he seemed to be able to recognize the voices of several people in chorus, and even sometimes he could distinguish the lyrics. The sound is in the valley now. He struggled to move to the edge of a stone, leaned his head against the stone and saw a bunch of figures, from whom the music came. They are coming towards him. These people are full of sadness and fear, and their clothes seem to be dripping. Now they are beside him and their songs are silent. In front of them is a musician, followed by a sailor. Behind the sailor is a burly man, wearing an ancient costume inlaid with gold ornaments, holding a sword and a long, thick cane with a golden round handle embedded in its head. He is followed by a black boy on his left. He always hands his master a long tobacco pouch. The master took a few serious sips and then stepped forward. He stood tall in front of Wilm, and several other people in simpler clothes stood on his sides. They all hold tobacco bags in their hands, but they are not as gorgeous as the one held by the black boy behind the big man. Others stood behind them, including several women, some with children in their arms, some with children, and everyone was wearing expensive foreign clothes. At the end of the line was a group of Dutch sailors, each with a tobacco leaf in his mouth, biting a small brown pipe with his teeth and smoking in silence.

Wilm looked at the mysterious man trembling. But he expected a miracle, which kept him brave.

They just stood by him all the time. The faint smoke curled up in the tobacco pouch, and soon formed a cloud that permeated their heads, shining through the stars from time to time. People in this circle keep approaching Wilm, and the smoke is getting worse and worse, and the clouds in their mouths and tobacco bags are accumulating more and more. Wilm is a brave and fearless man, and he is ready to deal with extraordinary events. But when he saw that this unpredictable group of people was approaching him more and more, and seemed to be trampled to death by virtue of the number advantage, he couldn't help but despair, and big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, thinking that he must be trampled to death.

But when he turned around, he found a yellow dwarf sitting upright beside his head. It was the weirdo he met that day. He is still the same as when he first met him, but now he has a pipe in his mouth, as if he were laughing at the group of people next to him. Wilm's first thought was fear. This fear of death threatened him and made him cry to the person in charge in panic: "By the God you believe in, who are you?" What do you want me to do？ "The big fellow smoked three cigarettes in a row, and his posture was more solemn than before. Then, he handed his pipe to the servant and said in a frighteningly cold tone, "I'm Will van Alfredo Flantz, the captain of the Camilla. On the way back to Tawiah, our ship unfortunately hit the rocks and sank in this coastal area with dense reefs, resulting in the wreck and death. These people are my first mate and second mate. Those people are passengers. Those people over there are my lovely crew. They all drowned with me. Why did you call us from our house in the deep sea? Why do you disturb our quiet life? "

"I wonder where Camille Khan's treasure is now?"

"At the bottom of the sea."

"Where did it come from?"

"From Stafford Cave"

"How can I get it?"

"The osprey can dive into deep water to catch herring. Isn't Camille Khan's treasure worth our efforts? "

"How much treasure can I get?"

"You can't eat or drink." The yellow dwarf said with a grimace of a grin, and everyone present laughed loudly. "Are you finished?" The captain continued.

"That's it. Have a nice day. "

"Have a nice day, goodbye!" After the Dutchman answered, he turned and left. The musicians returned to the top, and the whole team left singing the same song in the order they came. The song is getting lighter and weaker, and after a while, it completely disappears in the noise of the waves.

Wilm tried to break free with all his strength, and finally he pulled out a hand. He untied the rope tied to his body with this hand, and then completely drilled out the cowhide. He ran back to his hut without looking, and found poor Caspar lying flat on the ground, unconscious. He had a hard time waking him up. The kind-hearted man wept with joy when he saw his friend come back safely. However, he learned from his words that he still insisted on doing that uncertain thing, and this joy disappeared immediately.

"I'd rather fall into hell than look at empty walls and poor appearance. I will do it whether you come with me or not. " With that, Wilm picked up a torch, a gun and a rope and set off in a hurry. Caspar followed, trying to catch up. When he caught up with him, Wilm was already standing on the rock where he avoided the storm, and was preparing to go down a rope to the turbulent and dark abyss. When Caspar found that his advice was useless to the madman, he was ready to follow him. However, Wilm ordered him to stay on it and grab the rope.

Then, he climbed along the rope to the mouth of the cave-only blind greed can arouse this courage and strength. Finally, Wilm stood on a prominent stone, and the evil waves surged and sprayed out below, splashing a glistening foam. He looked around greedily and finally found something floating in the sea below. He put down the rope, slipped down in despair, grabbed the heavy guy and lifted it. Ah! It turned out to be a suitcase full of gold coins. Wilm was ecstatic to tell Caspar about this important discovery. Caspar begged him to curb his greed and return to the top. But he wouldn't listen! -Wilm thinks this is only the initial result of his long-term efforts. He jumped down again-the sea gave a long laugh-and he never appeared again.

Caspar went back to the cabin alone-he was completely different. His fragile brain and kind heart were overwhelmed and completely destroyed his nerves. He let everything around him sink, wandering day and night, staring at the distance in confusion. All his former partners felt sorry for him, but more people avoided him. A fisherman said that on a stormy night, he saw Wilm sandwiched between the crew of the Kamil-Caspar disappeared that night.

Everyone searched around the island. But there is no trace of him anywhere. According to legend, people often see them among strange cabin members-because from then on, the ship will appear in front of Stinfall Cave every once in a while.