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Treasure of the Mission San Diego De Alcala
By Richard Taylor
From page 57 of the March 1976 issue of Lost Treasure magazine. Copyright ©1976, 2001 Lost Treasure, Inc.
“Dadre! Come quickly! The Indians are upon us! They are attacking the
mission in great force! We must hide the church treasures in the tunnel
before they reach the chapel!”
The Spanish soldier continued to shout as he beat on the heavy wooden door, attempting to awaken the’
priest inside. Angry shouts and cries from the approaching mob echoed
into the dark cobblestone courtyard of the Mission San Diego de Alcala
as Padre Luis Jaime arose slowly from his hard bed, rubbing the sleep
from his tired eyes. Walk-ing across the room, he opened the heavy door
and an armed Spanish guard rushed in.
“Come quickly, Father! We must get into the tunnel before they reach the chapel!”
A blazing torch burst through the window and the soldier hastened to
stamp out the flame. In the courtyard below, a battering ram crashed
into the heavy chapel door.
By then the gaunt padre had fully awakened and stood calmly, survey-ing the situation below his darkened window.
“I cannot understand what has happened,” the priest said quietly.
“Surely it must be a mistake. Our people have no cause to rebel. I will
go down and speak with them. God is with me and they will be calmed
when they see me coming.”
“No, Father!” the soldier pro-tested.
“Yes, my son. I can take care of this. They will not harm me. When they
see me coming they will know and remember that I have shown them God’s
love and under-standing. They will cease this re-bellious action.”
Crashing through the heavy wood-en doors below with their log bat.
tering ram, the shouting, frenzied Indians poured into the chapel,
their blazing torches lighting up the laby-rinths of its domed
Offering boxes were torn from the entrance. Statues
of the saints set with precious gems were sent crashing to the floor.
Precious gold and silver candelabra, chalices and other treasures were
being hastily removed from their places at the altar when the Padre
appeared in his robes.
“My sons! Stop in the name of God!” he cried, his arms out-stretched in supplication.
As if it were a signal, the howling mob converged upon him, beat-ing
him mercilessly, then thrusting their knives and spears into his body
again and again. Now he lay quiet, a mass of torn and bleeding flesh.
Thus, on November 5, 1775, the Mission San Diego de Alcala, moth-er of
the great California mission system, was attacked and destroyed by a
large force of rebellious Indians. This attack brought about the
mission’s first martyrdom and gave birth to vet another lost treasure
After thoroughly looting and ravaging the mission and
killing those of the small garrison of Spa-nish soldiers who couldn’t
hide or escape, the Indians set fire to the great mission. It blazed
into the night, a huge, fiery monument to their anger at having been
subdued by the Spanish and their strange religion.
Satisfied that they had at last rid themselves of their hated oppres-sors, the Indians returned to their village.
The morning sun was rising, a blood-red ball in the east, when they
trudged wearily back to their homes, laden with exquisitely wrought
gold and silver treasures from the mis-sion.
Perhaps because they knew the great value that the Spanish put up-on such items, they
quickly buried them somewhere near their village.
At this point the story ends. Al-though the San Diego Mission has been rebuilt
several times and has become a popular tourist attraction, no one has
ever recovered the price-less gold and silver treasures taken from it
during the Indian uprising of 1775.
If you would like to try your luck, take Highway 94 from San Diego to a place called Jamul.
There, inquire about the direction to a small hamlet called Jamacha
(Ham-a-sha). This is the approxi-mate site of the Indian village of the
Excellent pottery and other arti-facts have been found
in this area, but no ancient church treasures have been discovered yet.
Perhaps with a good detector, a lot of patience, some good luck and
proper authori-zation, you or I will find the long lost treasure of the
Mission San Diego de Alcala—