The Furnace of Gold

Now Nevada, though robed in gray and white-the gray of sagebrush and the white of snowy summits-had never yet been accounted a nun when once again the early summer aroused the passions of her being and the wild peach burst into bloom. It was out in Nauwish valley, at the desert-edge, where gold has been stored in the hungry-looking rock to lure man away from fairer pastures. There were mountains ...