Publisher Description

It was the moon when leaves were falling, for Napa had finished painting them for their dance with the North wind. Just over the ragged mountain range the big moon hung in an almost starless sky, and in shadowy outline every peak lay upon the plain like a giant pattern. Slowly the light spread and as slowly the shadows stole away until the October moon looked down on the great Indian camp—a hundred lodges, each as perfect in design as the tusks of a young silver-tip, and all looking ghostly white in the still of the autumn night.

GENRE
History
RELEASED
1938
January 1
LANGUAGE
EN
English
LENGTH
122
Pages
PUBLISHER
Public Domain
SIZE
84.7
KB