Erema; Or, My Father's Sin
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Richard Doddridge Blackmore. Erema; Or, My Father's Sin
CHAPTER I. A LOST LANDMARK
CHAPTER II. A PACIFIC SUNSET
CHAPTER III. A STURDY COLONIST
CHAPTER IV. THE “KING OF THE MOUNTAINS.”
CHAPTER V. UNCLE SAM
CHAPTER VI. A BRITISHER
CHAPTER VII. DISCOMFITURE
CHAPTER VIII. A DOUBTFUL LOSS
CHAPTER IX. WATER-SPOUT
CHAPTER X. A NUGGET
CHAPTER XI. ROVERS
CHAPTER XII. GOLD AND GRIEF
CHAPTER XIII. THE SAWYER’S PRAYER
CHAPTER XIV. NOT FAR TO SEEK
CHAPTER XV. BROUGHT TO BANK
CHAPTER XVI. FIRM AND INFIRM
CHAPTER XVII. HARD AND SOFT
CHAPTER XVIII. OUT OF THE GOLDEN GATE
CHAPTER XIX. INSIDE THE CHANNEL
CHAPTER XX. BRUNTSEA
CHAPTER XXI. LISTLESS
CHAPTER XXII. BETSY BOWEN
CHAPTER XXIII. BETSY’S TALE
CHAPTER XXIV. BETSY’S TALE—(Continued.)
CHAPTER XXV. BETSY’S TALE—(Concluded.)
CHAPTER XXVI. AT THE BANK
CHAPTER XXVII. COUSIN MONTAGUE
CHAPTER XXVIII. A CHECK
CHAPTER XXIX. AT THE PUMP
CHAPTER XXX. COCKS AND COXCOMBS
CHAPTER XXXI. ADRIFT
CHAPTER XXXII. AT HOME
CHAPTER XXXIII. LORD CASTLEWOOD
CHAPTER XXXIV. SHOXFORD
CHAPTER XXXV. THE SEXTON
CHAPTER XXXVI. A SIMPLE QUESTION
CHAPTER XXXVII. SOME ANSWER TO IT
CHAPTER XXXVIII. A WITCH
CHAPTER XXXIX. NOT AT HOME
CHAPTER XL. THE MAN AT LAST
CHAPTER XLI. A STRONG TEMPTATION
CHAPTER XLII. MASTER WITHYPOOL
CHAPTER XLIII. GOING TO THE BOTTOM
CHAPTER XLIV. HERMETICALLY SEALED
CHAPTER XLV. CONVICTION
CHAPTER XLVI. VAIN ZEAL
CHAPTER XLVII. CADMEIAN VICTORY
CHAPTER XLVIII. A RETURN CALL
CHAPTER XLIX. WANTED, A SAWYER
CHAPTER L. THE PANACEA
CHAPTER LI. LIFE SINISTER
CHAPTER LII. FOR LIFE, DEATH
CHAPTER LIII. BRUNTSEA DEFIANT
CHAPTER LIV. BRUNTSEA DEFEATED
CHAPTER LV. A DEAD LETTER
CHAPTER LVI. WITH HIS OWN SWORD
CHAPTER LVII. FEMALE SUFFRAGE
CHAPTER LVIII. BEYOND DESERT, AND DESERTS
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At last we came to a place from which the great spread of the earth was visible. For a time—I can not tell how long—we had wholly lost ourselves, going up and down, and turning corners, without getting further. But my father said that we must come right, if we made up our minds to go long enough. We had been in among all shapes, and want of shapes, of dreariness, through and in and out of every thrup and thrum of weariness, scarcely hoping ever more to find our way out and discover memory of men for us, when all of a sudden we saw a grand sight. The day had been dreadfully hot and baffling, with sudden swirls of red dust arising, and driving the great drought into us. To walk had been worse than to drag one’s way through a stubbly bed of sting-nettles. But now the quick sting of the sun was gone, and his power descending in the balance toward the flat places of the land and sea. And suddenly we looked forth upon an immeasurable spread of these.
We stood at the gate of the sandy range, which here, like a vast brown patch, disfigures the beauty of the sierra. On either side, in purple distance, sprang sky-piercing obelisks and vapor-mantled glaciers, spangled with bright snow, and shodden with eternal forest. Before us lay the broad, luxuriant plains of California, checkered with more tints than any other piece of earth can show, sleeping in alluvial ease, and veined with soft blue waters. And through a gap in the brown coast range, at twenty leagues of distance, a light (so faint as to seem a shadow) hovered above the Pacific.
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First he lost his wife, which was a “great denial” to him. She fell from a cliff while she was pegging out the linen, and the substance of her frame prevented her from ever getting over it. And after that he lost his son, his only son—for all the Gundries were particular as to quality; and the way in which he lost his son made it still more sad for him.
A reputable and valued woman had disappeared in a hasty way from a cattle-place down the same side of the hills. The desire of the Indians was to enlarge her value and get it. There were very few white men as yet within any distance to do good; but Sampson Gundry vowed that, if the will of the Lord went with him, that woman should come back to her family without robbing them of sixpence. To this intent he started with a company of some twenty men—white or black or middle-colored (according to circumstances). He was their captain, and his son Elijah their lieutenant. Elijah had only been married for a fortnight, but was full of spirit, and eager to fight with enemies; and he seems to have carried this too far; for all that came back to his poor bride was a lock of his hair and his blessing. He was buried in a bed of lava on the western slope of Shasta, and his wife died in her confinement, and was buried by the Blue River.
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