William Macleod Raine

A Daughter of the Dons William Macleod Raine

For hours Manuel Pesquiera had been rolling up the roof of the ontinent in an observation-car of the "Short Line." His train had wound in and out through a maze of bewild-ering scenery, and was at last dipping down into the basin of the famous gold camp. The alert black eyes of the young New Mexican wandered discontentedly over the raw ugliness of the camp. Towns straggled here and there untidily at haphazard, mushroom growths of a day born of a lucky "strike." Into the valleys and up and down the hillsides ran a network of rails for trolley and steam cars. Everywhere were the open tunnel mouths or the frame shaft-houses perched above the gray Titan dump beards.