The story of Huber Hill and the Dead Man's Treasure was inspired by my own grandfather. When I was young, he entertained me with wild tales of hidden Spanish treasure and epic battles between 18th century Spaniards and Native Americans. I believed with absolute certainty that his stories were true. I imagined myself and my friends separating ourselves from the adult world, going off on an adventure, and finding the treasure ourselves. Huber Hill and company have just such an adventure. I hope the story will entertain the young and young at heart alike. Here is a poem my Grandpa Jay wrote about his long lost treasure-
There's gold they say and I'm on my way Into the high Uintas
Where the wind blows free it's a' waitin' for me,
In all in it's majestic yellow.
Old Rhoades, they say, he'd seen the day
He'd found nuggets as big as your thumb.
And I'm going to have me some, by gum
Up in those high Uintas
Men have come from near, and men have come from far
Some by horse and some by car.
Some have Rods made of brass and steel
To point the way to that big deal;
But, low and behold, they're all gone.
And old mother nature, she's still hangin' on
To that fabulous gold, of which I've been told,
Somewhere, up there, in the high Uintas.