American fiction -- 19th century

The gold of Ophir

Have you, average American reader, ever paused in the midst of your journey by the Rapid Transit Line through the jostling crowd of humanity to the somber terminus of Life, paused long enough to consider what startling vicissitudes attend some brief human experiences? Do you r...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I.

Have you, average American reader, ever paused in the midst of your journey by the Rapid Transit Line through the jostling crowd of humanity to the somber terminus of Life, paus...

2. CHAPTER II.

At the time when America was celebrating the centennial of her independence at Philadelphia the present site of Leadville was an elevated sage brush valley skirting the headwate...

3. CHAPTER III.

Out of the chaos of the world, beyond our orbits of which we know so little in our circumscribed limits of thought and action, there was about this time evolved two typical char...

4. CHAPTER IV.

You are wrong. You have jumped at the conclusion when you had read the above chapter heading that I have forgotten tender, winsome, blue-eyed, fair-haired Lena Upton, and had wo...

5. CHAPTER V.

We sat for sometime listening and watching, as far as the darkness would permit, for some new form of attack to be made; but not a sound was to be heard but the dismal cackling...

6. CHAPTER VI.

“Here we are pard!” chirped the general, as he turned the forward end of our raft shoreward, where a clump of scraggy pines grew by the water’s edge and underneath the open door...

7. CHAPTER VII.

Excepting the little exploring party headed by Professor Powell in 1869, we were probably the first and only white men to voluntarily undertake the navigation of the Grand Canyo...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

Abner shared my enthusiasm to some extent, and we soon dispatched breakfast and began our day’s work by providing ourselves with a quantity of fagots for torches, and filling ou...

9. CHAPTER IX.

Hardly waiting for breakfast or daylight, we were at the kitchen door next morning, with tools and torches, eager to renew the investigations. One thought had ripened in my mind...

10. CHAPTER X.

His was the proudest name throughout the world, not only as a wise and moderate ruler, not only as a just and upright judge, but in literary attainments, in which he had no rival.

11. CHAPTER XI.

We are astir with the dawning of day on the morrow, eager as children in some of childhood’s butterfly pursuits, and soon we swing back another hewn-rock-pivoted door and are in...

12. CHAPTER XII.

The designers and executors of the picture writing were of the Accadians, as indicated by the names affixed to the tablets, as was also Elib the scribe of the inhabitants of Eli...

13. CHAPTER XIII.

Their tricks of legerdemain, coupled with a thorough and accurate knowledge of astronomy, of which they made as great a mystery to the common people as a modern doctor of medici...

14. CHAPTER XIV.

The rich yellow sunlight that shone so constantly and so beautifully through the pure air of the Land of Ophir, as it shone nowhere else, not even at Jerusalem, was rising upon...

15. CHAPTER XV.

Slowly the crowd surged back to the city, sobered by the scenes they had just witnessed, bewildered by the sudden loss of a ruler whom they began to really love, and who, after...

16. CHAPTER XVI.

This is the story, the outlines of which I have worked out by years of incessant labor upon the tablets, assisted by the most expert antiquarians of the age. A work of historica...

17. CHAPTER XVII.

So the days were flitting by, made happily evanescent by a busy round of planning and purring, a judicious intermixture of lovers’ delights and practical preparation for carryin...