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Title: The Treasure of Pearls: A Romance of Adventures in California Author: Gustave Aimard Translator: Sir Lascelles Wraxall Release date: July 14, 2014 [eBook #46276] Most recently updated: October 24, 2024 Language: English Other information and formats: www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/46276 Credits: Produced by Camille Bernard and Marc D'Hooghe (Images generously made available by the Hathi Trust.) *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TREASURE OF PEARLS: A ROMANCE OF ADVENTURES IN CALIFORNIA *** THE TREASURE OF PEARLS A Romance of Adventures in California BY GUSTAVE AIMARD AUTHOR OF "RED TRACK," "ADVENTURERS," "PEARL OF THE ANDES" "TRAIL HUNTER," "PIRATES OF THE PRAIRIE," &C, &C. LONDON: J. and R. MAXWELL MILTON HOUSE, 4, SHOE LANE E. C. GEORGE VICKERS, ANGEL COURT, STRAND AND ALL BOOKSELLERS (From the Collected Works 1863-1885) CONTENTS. I. THE PIECES AND THE BOARD II. ENVY NO MAN HIS GRAVE III. THE PIRATE'S BEQUEST IV. A DESERT MYSTERY V. THE GODSEND VI. ANY PORT IN A STORM VII. A WAKING NIGHTMARE VIII. "THE LITTLE JOKER" IX. THE WAY LAYERS X. THE PEARL DIVER'S PRICE XI. THE TWO CAPTAINS OF THE "GOLETA" XII. THE ROUT COMPLETE XIII. INTERVENTION XIV. THE HAUL OF MILLIONS XV. THE PATHFINDER'S HONOUR XVI. A HAVEN WORSE THAN THE STORM XVII. THE PUREST OF PEARLS XVIII. OUT AND AWAY XIX. THE OLD, OLD FRIENDS XX. THE ANGELITO XXI. THE LANCERS' CHARGE XXII. THE PACT OF BLOOD XXIII. CANNON IS BROUGHT TO BEAR XXIV. THE UNWILLING VOLUNTEER XXV. THE LOYALTY OF THE APACHE XXVI. THE HARVEST OF THE KNIFE XXVII. THE TRUE CABALLERO XXVIII. THE BEST BAIT TO CATCH APACHES THE TREASURE OF PEARLS CHAPTER I. THE PIECES AND THE BOARD. We stand on Mexican soil. We are on the seaward skirt of its westernmost State of Sonora, in the wild lands almost washed by the Californian Gulf, which will be the formidable last ditch of the unconquerable red men flying before the Star of the Empire. Before us, the immensity of land; behind us, that of the Pacific Ocean. O immeasurable stretches of verdure which form the ever-unknown territory, the poetically entitled Far West, grand and attractive, sweet and terrible, the natural trellis of so rich, beautiful, mighty, and unkempt flora, that India has none of more vigour of production! To an aeronaut's glance, these green and yellow plains would offer only a vast carpet embroidered with dazzling flowers and foliage, almost as gay and multicoloured, irregularly blocked out like the pieces of glass in ancient church windows with the lead, by rivers torrential in the wet season, rugged hollows of glistening quicksands and neck-deep mud in summer, all of which blend with an unexampled brilliant azure on the clear horizon. It is only gradually, after the view has become inured to the fascinating landscape, that it can make out the details: hills not to be scorned for altitude, steep banks of rivers, and a thousand other unforeseen impediments for the wretch fleeing from hostile animals or fellow beings, which agreeably spoil the somewhat saddening sameness, and are hidden completely from the general glance by the rank grass, rich canes, and gigantic flower stalks. Oh, for the time--the reader would find the patience--to enumerate the charming products of this primitive nature, which shoots up and athwart, hangs, swings, juts out, crosses, interlaces, binds, twines, catches, encircles, and strays at random to the end of the naturalist's investigation, describing majestic parabolas, forming grandiose arcades, and finally completes the most splendid, aye, and sublime spectacle that is given to any man on the footstool to admire for superabundant contrasts, and enthralling harmonies. The man in the balloon whom we imagine to be hovering over this mighty picture, even higher up than the eagle of the Sierra Madre itself, who sails in long circles above the bald-headed vulture about to descend on a prey, which the king of the air disdains--this lofty viewer, we say, would spy, on the afternoon when we guide the reader to these wilds apparently unpeopled, more than one human creature wriggling like worms in the labyrinth. At one point some twenty men, white and yet swarthy, unlike in dress but similarly armed to the teeth, were separately "worming" their tortuous way, we repeat, through the _chaparral_ proper, or plantations of the low branching live oak, as well as the gigantic ferns, mesquite, cactus, nopal, and fruit laden shrubs, the oblong-leaved mahogany, the bread tree, the fan-leaved abanico, the pirijao languidly swinging its enormous golden fruit in clusters, the royal palm, devoid of foliage along the stem, but softly nodding its high, majestically plumed head; the guava, the banana, the intoxicating chirimoya, the cork oak, the Peruvian tree, the war palm letting its resinous gum slowly ooze forth to capture the silly moths, and even young snakes and lizards which squirmed on the hardening gum like a platter of Palissy ware abruptly galvanised into life. These adventurers insinuated themselves through this tangle unseen and, perhaps, unsuspected by one another, all tending to the same point, probably the same rendezvous. A marked devil-may-care spirit, which tempered the caution of men brought up in the desert, betokened that they were master of the woods hereabouts, or, at least, only recognised the Indian rovers as their contesting fellow tenants. Elsewhere, a blundering stranger, of a fairness which startled the pronghorn antelopes as much as a superstitious man would be at seeing a sheeted form at midnight, tramped desperately as one who felt lost, but nervously feared to delay whilst there was daylight, over the immense spreads of dahlias, flaunting flowers each full of as much honey as Hercules would care to drain at a draught, whiter than Chimborazo's snow, or ruddier than the tiger lily's blood splashes; through thick creepers which withered with the pressing circulation of boiling sap like vegetable serpents around the trees, from which gorged reptiles, not unlike these growing cords themselves, dangled, and now and then half curled up, startling with his inexpert foot (in a boot cut and torn by the bramble and splinters of the ironwood and lignum vitae shattered in the _tornado_--a "twister," indeed)--animals of all sizes and species, which leaped, flew, floundered, and crept aloof in the chaos not unpierceable to them: forms on two, four, countless |