It might be worth looking at news papers to see if anymore can be found on this story.
Down in Key West, there lived in the 1870?s a middle-aged man of German extraction. His name was Homer Ludwig, and while most of his younger years had been spent at sea, it is said that he ?jumped ship? at Key West, and became one of the town?s handymen.
For the next 20 years he eked out a bare living, by doing odd jobs, and spent his spare time studying the history of the Island City. One day in early 1890?s Homer bought a small and decrepit sailboat and began to spend his spare time patching it up. To those who took the trouble to ask why he wanted a boat, he would explain that he intended to go treasure hunting.
He claimed to have learned the location of a money chest removed from a vessel wrecked on a reef. He would talk at length about how the captain of the doomed ship had carried the money ashore, and buried it in the sand for safe keeping, intending to return with another vessel and reclaim the treasure. The captain never returned.
Several weeks later, Homer set sail in his little catboat and was never seen at Key West again. A fisherman had seen the old fellow on the beach of Big Pine Key, and a little later a yacht had sighted a man of Homer?s description at Matecumbe Key. A year later a couple of Key Westers met Homer on the beach at Key Largo.
The old man had built himself a shack of driftwood and palm fronds, and he seemed fit and hard as nails. The old man was living on Key Largo about five years when it was discovered how he was getting money.
A fellow who ran a general store in Miami said that Homer was selling old gold and silver coins, a few at a time, to a coin dealer on Flagler Street. He?d get maybe 50 or 100 dollars for the coins and then go buy what he needed. Then he would sail back to Key Largo.
One day in September 1909, old Homer got into his boat and started hoisting the sail. A couple of fishermen told him he?d better stay ashore, because a bad storm was building up. The old fellow wouldn?t listen, and he shoved off and headed north.
He was probably making another trip to Miami, but he never got there. That night the storm came howling up the Keys, and Homer was never heard of again. The secret of where the treasure was hidden went with him. Somewhere on Key Largo the rest of that old Spanish treasure is waiting for a second finder.
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