If you're lookin' for a good spot to camp out, I'd recommend an old road that winds through the canyons, a path not often taken by folks. Follow it down a ways 'til you come across a small hidin' spot that's just perfect for a cozy fire. If you're feelin' a mite curious, you can dig up the sand and find my trusty ol' box, filled with all sorts of handy supplies.
I done seen the craziest thing the other day! I was makin' my way through them snow beds, when I came across a cactus just a-sittin' there frozen stiff! Now, I ask ya, who in tarnation would be foolish enough to haul a cactus out to the snow? Sure beats me!
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Well howdy, if y'all are readin' this,
I done gone and stashed the treasure where the lavender glows and blooms with a luscious hue.
Beneath the towering spires of sand that overlooks lost knowledge.
As the oak casts a shade, the blind lady watches in disdain.
The crooked ol’ saloon’s got a secret hidin’ in its cellar. To find it, you gotta make your way down yonder and follow them ladders. But mind yer step, ‘cause they ain’t too steady. Your reward’s waitin’ for ya at the bottom, so don’t dilly-dally!
I done stashed my belongings, ‘bout ten paces back yonder, near that old west-most facin’ felled log what’s perched atop them Pinewood Hills.
Watch the trains pass, listen to their sound. In the Cadaver's Cave is where the treasure be layin', so look around!
Reckon my boss ain't never gonna give me a moment's peace if'n I don't finish scrubbin' these dishes afore sundown. Mind headin' to my break spot next to the back door and grabbing my stuff for me? Suppose I'll even let 'cha keep some of it.
Outside the structure adorned with cloth, my gift awaits not far off. Tracks diverging, a deer close by, hollowed log signals the supply.
Listen up, pardner, to the one who's readin' this, my most prized stash of trinkets can be found on a wee rocky isle.
In the tunnel where trains pass through the Buffalo Ridge, a treasure fell and now hides, waiting to be discovered by someone wise.
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Follow the noisy path into the sand,
Where creaking oak provides passage for the grand.
Beyond two fingers rise up tall,
Between them lies what you want most of all.
"I reckon I ain’t the sharpshootin’ gunslinger I once was, so I figured I’d hide my stash under an odd-lookin’ arrangement o’ rocks."
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In a vast expanse of a sandy land,
The knowledge you seek is close at hand,
Buried deep within that sea,
Are secrets and treasures, yet to be seen,
And if you look to the tower not so tall,
You might just find what you need most of all.
Splendors forgotten, an ancient warrior stands guard. Near pillars proud, the treasure rests atop the mound.
Standing atop copper, a scenic overlook of our bronze town is where your treasure can be found.
Where the flames of hell burn bright, a gate stands to guard what's in sight, the treasure waits for you to see, so hurry!
Well, if y'all are readin' this, somethin' must've gone mighty wrong. But shoot, that's just the way the tumbleweed rolls! For those luckier than I, heed this:
I buried my prized treasure under a peak of bronze found near a mighty still' green water.
You're headed for a fall, be it to glory or the bitter end, your reward is waitin' for ya' at the bottom of a steep descent.
Hidden in a patch of clay,
South of the Lord’s temple where one might pray.
Embraced by marble, there my treasure will stay.
Away from the sapphire stream’s bay.
From a path of justice, guarded by an old warrior’s favored stone, the love of mum’, my belongings lay to rest.
But heed my warning, for those who rush, May find themselves tumbling headfirst into a bush.
Reckon I'm restin' where the sun don't shine, on top o' a moonlit lake far from the sky. If y'all aim to recover my mighty treasure, then y'alls best be fixin' to take a long dive.
Near he who creates a small lake, I done hid my treasure in stolen land for heaven's sake. For months, his roar kept me wide awake, but my belongings remain unscathed beneath gold leaves, make no mistake.
Near the land of old, my secrets lie untold.
As La Grande passes, listen to its mighty roar.
Hidden beneath an aurum road, my treasure waits for the daring one to behold.
In scorching heat, where toiling's a must,
I hid my box near pulleys and rope, in trust,
That it helps you escape, in times unjust.
