On a farm 7 miles south and 1 mile east of Crete was a meadow. In that meadow there had never been any buildings on the ground or animals penned within the fences. In the middle of the meadow ran a wet area which wildlife stayed away from. The wet area was QUICKSAND! This was not typical quicksand that you see in the movies which a person steps onto and slowly sinks into the muck. This was real quicksand. If you stepped out in it, you fell below the soil into a murky underwater path of cold, dark water. There was nothing to grab onto and if you stepped on it, you didn’t have time to grab anything. If you fell in, your best bet was to hold your hand up and wave it around hoping that someone would put a branch in the water so you can pull yourself out of the quicksand.
A husband and wife who were recently married lived on a farm down the hill and a bit towards Crete. They owned the farm and the meadow up the hill. The wife was a school teacher in Beatrice and the husband worked in Crete at the Mill. Don and Violet were the farmers who farmed the farm and cut the hay on that farm since 1965.
The meadow had lush green grass with native flowers and grasses. These were the grasses that Native Americans saw 175 years ago. The ground was pristine with one exception. There was a large rock about 20 feet from the quicksand. The farmer, Don had to swerve around it to cut hay. If Donnie didn’t swerve around the rock enough, he caught his disk on the rock. He had to have his disk sharpened many times because the rock ruined the end disk.
The farmer talked to the owner and asked if the extremely large, rose colored rock could be removed from the meadow. Gary said he would try to move the rock with his loader tractor and a big crowbar. The owner and his wife set out on a Saturday to move the rock. They both rode in the seat which we now know is dangerous since someone could fall out and get run over. Nevertheless, the day was beautiful with robins and meadowlark’s singing loudly as the tractor chugged up the hill to the meadow with the quicksand. Gary had to carefully move his tractor so that the loader was a foot or two from the rock without being too close to the quicksand. The wife climbed down the tractor with the heavy crowbar and started to use it like a lever to pull the rock out of the earth. The rock lifted and then settled as they worked the rock back and forth. In no time at all, the rock was lifted about 7 inches above the soil balanced on the crowbar. Gary and his wife smiled briefly. Eventually Gary crawled up the tractor ladder to get a board to use like an additional lever. The rock flopped loudly into the bucket of the loader.
Gary and his wife looked down into the depression the rock created. Gary said, “Do you think that there could be buried treasure under the rock?” His eyes gleamed. The wife nodded and they got their spades out to start digging. The owner and his wife figured...