Wolfert Webber; or, Golden Dreams.--Irving's Tales of a Traveler, (painting)
Appears in exhibition catalog as entry no. 63
"At length the spade of the old fisherman struck upon something that sounded hollow; the sound vibrated to Wolfert's heart. He struck his spade again. 'Tis a chest,' said Sam. 'Full of gold, I'll warrent it,' cried Wolfert, clasping his hands with rapture. Scarcely had he uttered the words when a sound from above caught his ear. He cast up his eyes, and lo! By the expiring light of the fire he beheld, just over the disk of the rock, what appeared to be the grim visage of the drowned buccaneer, grinning hideously down upon him. Wolfert gave a loud cry and let fall the lantern. His panic communicated itself to his companions. The negro leaped out of the hole: the doctor dropped his book and basket and began to pray in german. All was horror and confusion. The fire was scattered about; the lantern extinguished. In their hurry-scurry they ran against and confounded one another. They fancied a legion of hobgoblins let loose upon them, and they saw, by the fitful gleam of the scattered embers, strange figures in red caps, jabbering and romping around them." [Pp. 14-15.]
Catalogue of Pictures, Statuary, and Bronzes in the Gallery of Joseph Harrison, Jr., Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia. 1870.