The Girl of the Golden West eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 286 pages of information about The Girl of the Golden West.

The Girl of the Golden West eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 286 pages of information about The Girl of the Golden West.
had ever awakened until after he had completed his education and returned home from his travels.  But since then a child must have noted that something was wrong:  the grim, sinister faces of the men, constantly on guard, as though the old hacienda were in a state of siege; the altered disposition of his father, always given to gloomy moods, but lately doubly silent and saturnine, full of strange savagery and smouldering fire.  Yes, somewhere in the back of his mind he had known the whole, shameful truth; had known the purpose of those silent, stealthy excursions, and equally silent returns,—­and more than once the broken heads and bandaged arms that coincided so oddly with some new tale of a daring hold-up that he was sure to hear of, the next time that he chanced to ride into Monterey.  For three years, young Ramerrez had known that sooner or later he would be facing such a moment as this, called upon to make the choice that should make or mar him for life.  And now, for the first time he realised why he had never voiced his suspicions, never questioned, never hastened the time of decision,—­it was because even now he did not know which way he wished to decide!  He knew only that he was torn and racked by terrible emotions, that on one side was a mighty impulse to disregard the oath he had blindly taken and refuse to do his father’s bidding; and on the other, some new and unguessed craving for excitement and danger, some inherited lawlessness in his blood, something akin to the intoxication of the arena, when the thunder of the bull’s hoofs rang in his ears.  And so, when the old man’s lips opened once more, and shaped, almost inaudibly, the solemn words: 

“You have sworn,—­” the scales were turned and the son bowed his head in silence.

A moment later and the room was filled with men who fell on their knees.  On every face, save one, there was an expression of overwhelming grief and despair; but on that one, ashen grey as it was with the agony of approaching death, there was a look of contentment as he made a sign to the padre that he was now ready for him to administer the last rites of his church.

III.

The Polka Saloon!

How the name stirs the blood and rouses the imagination!

No need to be a Forty-Niner to picture it all as if there that night:  the great high and square room lighted by candles and the warm, yellow light of kerosene lamps; the fireplace with its huge logs blazing and roaring; the faro tables with the little rings of miners around them; and the long, pine bar behind which a typical barkeeper of the period was busily engaged in passing the bottle to the men clamorous for whisky in which to drink the health of the Girl.

And the spirit of the place!  When and where was there ever such a fine fellowship—­transforming as it unquestionably did an ordinary saloon into a veritable haven of good cheer for miners weary after a long and often discouraging day in the gulches?

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