Books Should Be Free is now
Loyal Books
Free Public Domain Audiobooks & eBook Downloads
Search by: Title, Author or Keyword

The Girl of the Golden West   By: (1853-1931)

Book cover

First Page:

E text prepared by Joseph E. Loewenstein, M.D.

THE GIRL OF THE GOLDEN WEST

by

DAVID BELASCO

1911

"In those strange days, people coming from God knows where, joined forces in that far Western land, and, according to the rude custom of the camp, their very names were soon lost and unrecorded, and here they struggled, laughed, gambled, cursed, killed, loved and worked out their strange destinies in a manner incredible to us of to day. Of one thing only are we sure they lived!"

Early History of California

I.

It was when coming back to the mines, after a trip to Monterey, that the Girl first met him. It happened, too, just at a time when her mind was ripe to receive a lasting impression. But of all this the boys of Cloudy Mountain Camp heard not a word, needless to say, until long afterwards.

Lolling back on the rear seat of the stage, her eyes half closed, the sole passenger now, and with the seat in front piled high with boxes and baskets containing rebozos , silken souvenirs, and other finery purchased in the shops of the old town, the Girl was mentally reviewing and dreaming of the delights of her week's visit there, a visit that had been a revelation to one whose sole experience of the world had until now been derived from life in a rough mining camp. Before her half closed eyes still shimmered a vista of strange, exotic scenes and people, the thronging crowds of carnivals and fĂȘtes; the Mexican girls swaying through the movements of the fandango to the music of guitars and castanets; the great rodeo with its hundreds of vaqueros , which was held at one of the ranchos just outside the town; and, lastly, and most vividly of all, the never to be forgotten thrill of her first bull fight.

Still ringing in her ears was the piercing note of the bugle which instantly silenced the expectant throng; the hoarse roar that greeted the entrance of the bull, and the thunder of his hoofs when he made his first mad charge. She saw again, with marvellous fidelity, the whole colour scheme just before the death of the big, brave beast: the huge arena in its unrivalled setting of mountain, sea and sky; the eager multitude, tense with expectancy; the silver mounted bridles and trappings of the horses; the many hued capes of the capadors ; the gaily dressed banderilleros , poising their beribboned barbs; the red flag and long, slender, flashing sword of the cool and ever watchful matador ; and, most prominent of all to her eyes, the brilliant, gold laced packets of the gentlemen picadors , who, after the Mexican fashion, so she had been told, deemed it in nowise beneath them to enter the arena in person.

And so it happened that now, as the stage swung round a corner, and a horseman suddenly appeared at a point where two roads converged, and was evidently spurring his horse with the intent of coming up with the stage, it was only natural that, even before he was near enough to be identified, the caballero should already have become a part of the pageant of her mental picture.

Up to the moment of the stranger's appearance, nothing had happened to break the monotony of her long return journey towards Cloudy Mountain Camp. Far back in the distance now lay the Mission where the passengers of the stage had been hospitably entertained the night before; still further back the red tiled roofs and whitewashed walls of the little pueblo of San Jose, a veritable bower of roses; and remotest of all, the crosses of San Carlos and the great pines, oaks and cypresses, which bordered her dream memory of the white beach crescent formed by the waves of Monterey Bay.

The dawn of each day that swept her further from her week in wonderland had ushered in the matchless spring weather of California, the brilliant sunshine, the fleecy clouds, the gentle wind with just a tang in it from the distant mountains; and as the stage rolled slowly northward through beautiful valleys, bright with yellow poppies and silver white lupines, every turn of the road varied her view of the hills lying under an enchantment unlike that of any other land... Continue reading book >>




eBook Downloads
ePUB eBook
• iBooks for iPhone and iPad
• Nook
• Sony Reader
Kindle eBook
• Mobi file format for Kindle
Read eBook
• Load eBook in browser
Text File eBook
• Computers
• Windows
• Mac

Review this book



Popular Genres
More Genres
Languages
Paid Books