He continually murmurs to himself how important, how very important, this discovery is! He draws out an object; we wash it in the same primitive way by rubbing it with the wet grass, and it proves to be a semi-transparent bottle of iridescent beauty, the sight of which draws groans of luxurious sensibility from the digger.

Further and further search brings out a piece of a weapon.

It is strange indeed that by merely peeling off a wrapper of modern accumulations we have lowered ourselves into an ancient world.

Finally a skeleton is uncovered, fairly perfect.

He lays it out on the grass, bone to its bone.
My friend says the man must have fallen fighting here, as this is no place of burial.