The Rainbow Trail: A Romance

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Harper & Brothers, 1915 - Cowboys - 372 pages
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User Review  - AliceAnna - LibraryThing

Not nearly as good as Riders of the Purple Sage, but in the end it was worth it to get the continuation of the story of Jane and Lassiter. The main problem was the "hero" Shefford. He doesn't play ... Read full review

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User Review  - Benedict8 - LibraryThing

This is my favorite book of the Western genre. The visualization of the country is spectacular. The reading by Jim Gough is 10 on a scale of 10 and truly communicates the beauty of the story itself. Highly recommended. Read full review




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Page 346 - I watched. Slowly, in wondrous transformation, the gold and blue and rose and pink and purple blended their hues, softly, mistily, cloudily, until once more the arch was a rainbow. I realized that long before life had evolved upon the earth this bridge had spread its grand arch from wall to wall, black and mystic at night, transparent and rosy in the sunrise, at sunset a flaming curve limned against the heavens. When the race of man had passed it would, perhaps, stand there still. It was not for...
Page 62 - Bega, and he spoke haltingly, not as if words were hard to find, but strange to speak. "I was stolen from my mother's hogan and taken to California. They kept me ten years in a mission at San Bernardino and four years in a school. They said my color and my hair were all that was left of the Indian in me. But they could not see my heart. They took fourteen years of my life. They wanted to make me a missionary among my own people. But the white man's ways and his life and his God are not the Indian's....
Page 46 - Indians' habits, religion, and life than any white person in the West. Both tribes were friendly and peaceable, but there were bad Indians, half-breeds, and outlaws that made the trading-post a venture Withers had long considered precarious, and he wanted to move and intended to some day. His nearest white neighbors in New Mexico and Colorado were a hundred miles distant and at some seasons the roads were impassable. To the north, however, twenty miles or so, was situated a Mormon village named Stonebridge....
Page 59 - ... these somehow vaguely, yet surely, bade him lift his head. They withheld their secret, but they made a promise. The thing which he had been feeling every day and every night was a strange enveloping comfort. And it was at this moment that Shefford, divining whence his help was to come, embraced all that wild and speaking nature around and above him and surrendered himself utterly. ' ' I am young. I am free. I have my life to live,
Page 335 - ... singular and revivifying freshness. I had a strange, mystic perception that this rosy-hued, tremendous arch of stone was a goal I had failed to reach in some former life, but had now found. Here was a rainbow magnified even beyond dreams, a thing not transparent and ethereal, but solidified, a work of ages, sweeping up majestically from the red walls, its iris-hued arch against the blue sky.
Page 139 - ... like unto the Pollen Boy; Goddess of the Evening, the beautiful Chieftess, This day, let it be well with me as I go; Let it be well before me as I go; Let it be well behind me as I go; Let it be well beneath me as I go; Let it be well above me as I go; Let all I see be well as I go. "Now all is well, now all is well, Now all is well, now all is well.
Page 310 - Sound, movement, life seemed to have no fitness here. Ruin was there and desolation and decay. The meaning of the ages was flung at me. A man became nothing.
Page 338 - Nas ta Bega. Dark, silent, statuesque, with inscrutable face uplifted, with all that was spiritual of the Indian suggested by a somber and tranquil knowledge of his place there, he represented to me that which a solitary figure of human life represents in a great painting. Nonnezoshe needed life, wild life, life of its millions of years — and here stood the dark and silent Indian.
Page 308 - ... spot for Indians; their pine-bough windbreaks are usually found near the spring. MAVERICK POINT, 39.7 m., commands a second sweeping vista over the stepped mesas, south, east, and west. In Rainbow Trail, Zane Grey said ". . . his judgement of distance was confounded and his sense of proportion was dwarfed one moment and magnified the next. Then he withdrew his fascinated gaze to adopt the Indian's method of studying unlimited spaces in the desert — to look with slow, contracted eyes from near...
Page 97 - His judgment of Mormons had been established by what he had heard and read, rather than what he knew. He wanted now to have an open mind. He had studied the totemism and exogamy of the primitive races, and here was his opportunity to understand polygamy. One wife for one man — that was the law. Mormons broke it openly; Gentiles broke it secretly. Mormons acknowledged all their wives and protected their children; Gentiles acknowledged one wife only. Unquestionably the Mormons were wrong, but were...

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