THE TREASURE OF HIDDEN VALLEY
By Willis George Emerson
Chicago: Forbes & Company
1915
Sons of the rugged, rock-ribbed hills,
Far from the gaudy show
Of Fashion’s world-its shams and frills
Brothers of rain and snow:
Kith of the crags and the forest pines,
Kin of the herd and flock;
Wise in the lore of Nature signs
Writ in the grass and rock.
Beings of lithe and lusty limb,
Breathing the broad, new life,
Chanting the forest’s primal hymn
Free from the world’s crude strife.
Your witching lure my being thrills,
O rugged sons! O rugged hills!
DEDICATED
TO
THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER
REVEREND STEPHEN LAFAYETTE EMERSON
(The Flockmaster of this story)
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I—AT THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
CHAPTER II—A MESSAGE FROM THE GRAVE
CHAPTER VI.—RODERICK MEETS JIM RANKIN
CHAPTER VII—GETTING ACQUAINTED
CHAPTER VIII.—A PHILOSOPHER AMONG THE MOUNTAINS