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Mon Apr 03 02:03:27 2017 1 The Project Gutenberg EBook of Their Mariposa Legend, by Charlotte Herr This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Their Mariposa Legend Author: Charlotte Herr Release Date: February, 2004 Posting Date: April 19, 2009 [EBook #5196] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THEIR MARIPOSA LEGEND *** Produced by David Schwan THEIR MARIPOSA LEGEND A Romance of Santa Catalina By Charlotte Herr To Little Bruce Parker Who Loved Stories Part I.
Sir Francis Starts It It began to happen a long time ago, centuries ago, when, in a fragrant rush of rain, spring came one day to Punagwandah, fairest of the Channel Islands.
Beneath the golden mists of sunrise danced a radiant sea.
On steeply sloping hillsides where thickets of wild lilac bloomed, the lark shook from his tiny throat a tumult of glad music.
In shadowed niches of the canyons lilies waited to fill with light their gleaming ivory cups. Spring in very truth was there. And looking down upon it from her cavern bower high above the beach, watched the Princess Wildenai.
Kneeling there, the light of dawn shining on her long black hair, she was, herself, the sweetest blossom of the spring.
Loveliest was she among all the maidens of the Mariposa and of royal blood besides; although of this the great chief Torquam, who even at that moment lay sleeping in his lodge of deerskin on the crescent beach below, knew more than he had ever told. With eyes rapt, her breath scarcely stirring the folds of softest fawnskin drawn across her breast, the princess bent her gaze to where the waves ran silver on the ocean’s distant rim.
There she knew the sun must rise and, as the first dazzling ray sparkled across the water, she rose slowly until she ...





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