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Showing posts with label Nevada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nevada. Show all posts

Friday, May 6, 2011

Listen In on ..The Lost Gold of Chuckwalla County, an Unpolished Performance free in the iTunes Store







A Dime Novel Begins: Prelude and Chapter 1 







This is the beginning of a low-brow dime novel, that the folks in my adventure-romance novel, FOOLS GOLD, are reading. And they're picking up clues to help them out with some of their own problems.







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The May radio-style podcast episode of "Unpolished Performances" is an excerpt from an historically-styled  dime novel, “Amanda Apple and The Lost Gold of Chuckwalla County”. Download this audio show directly from the iTunes store with this link (or search the iTunes store with the term 'unpolished performances') 
You can also listen to the streaming version of the show  on the web at 





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As many of my readers and listeners probably know, dime novels were popular middle class entertainment in the nineteenth and early twentieth century. They became available not long after the Civil War, as public education increased in the U.S., and the country was suddenly full of readers. At the time publishing technology was also improving, and equipment could be more easily transported by rail.  Serial stories in newspapers and magazines, which continued to be published during the height of the dime novel craze as well, are said to have inspired dime novels. Dime novels, and their cousins Penny Dreadfuls,  are often viewed as the predecessors to inexpensive, modern paperback novels.

I’m writing this serial, to assist the inhabitants of an adventure-romance novel I’m working on, called Fools Gold. Back in 1893, Amanda Apple and The Lost Gold of Chuckwalla County, is proving to be a popular read in the town of Measley Nevada, where much of Fools Gold takes place. The dime novel is also providing some of the residents of Measley, with helpful clues when it comes to the recovery of their own purloined treasure.
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Monday, May 2, 2011

The Lost Gold of Chuckwalla County: Prelude, A Dime Novel Begins




Amanda Apple
And
The Lost Gold of Chuckwalla County

Prelude
A VERY SINGULAR PERFORMANCE

FEW there were in Battle Mountain who had not heard tell of the lovely women who walked through the doors of  “Silent Sam’s Scorpion Saloon”, one dusty day in late May. Indeed, there were several among the rough crew there that day, who recognized her from her youth, when she was known only for her lyrical voice and not for her desperate ways.

A low murmur of "Ruby" ran through the hall as the woman entered, proving that she was recognized by more than one. For, the beauty was, in fact, none other than the notorious, silver-voiced, bandit queen,  known throughout the great Western basin territory as Ruby McFane!

In previous days, folk the length and breadth of the silver state had ‘oft heard Miss McFane’s melodious trills floating from the stage of the Golden Sagebrush Musical Hall. Among the denizens of  Battle Mountain grouped round Sam’s counter that day, the desperado Texas Tom was one that recognized the woman’s comely visage and alluring form. Tom had formerly thrived in Virginia City, before taking in Austin and Battle Mountain, and he’d enjoyed many a pleasurable evening in the velvet-covered seats of that famed theatre.

Miss McFane had changed but little since she’d graced the boards singing her paeans to the Mockingbird  and her romantic tunes of times past. Though rumors abounded in regards to her nefarious outlawed activities, her speech, mannerisms and dress continued to be those of a lady. Her curls were still the characteristic red-gilt of a Nevada gold nugget and she continued to move with a regal simplicity that was unique to her. Her buff-colored linen outfit, though suited to desert trails was neat and tidy. If there was any change it was in the sterner expression of her sad blue eyes.

Crude though the mining crowd might be, no man spoke disrespectfully. Yet they also made no move to include her in their lot. Ruby stopped before the rough-hewn counter and dropped a finely tooled leather pouch full of jingling coin before Sam.

"Yes it is I,  Ruby McFane!" she stated boldly. "I can see I am not unknown even in this foul den. Better perhaps is it so, for you will have a clearer idea with whom you must deal. I depend on you good fellows, to tell me where The Dark Unknown may be found. I am sure you will say that you’ve seen him not, but I shall never be content with that tale.  He told me to meet me here. I had it from him in a missive written over a week since, and I well know that he is one who holds to his obligations."

"An' so you’re wantin' him, eh?" Texas Tom grunted, from his perch on one end of the bar. "S'pose likely you're a pard o' his'n aire yah?"

“No partner, but see him I must,” she retorted in calm tones.

It was at that moment that Ginger Johnson peeked out from behind the screen that separated the public from the kitchen quarters. No comely coquette was she. Unlike the fair Ruby, the kitchen maid’s outfit had seen better days. Her heavily patched homespun garments were not only well-worn, they were stained with the grease of many a cook fire, and far from clean. Ginger pushed a dusky curl impatiently back from her brow with a care-worn hand, and studied Miss McFane in a decidedly unfriendly manner.

“What’s a dainty darlin’ like you donin’ here?” Ginger inquired boldly. “You should be croonin’ lyrics to the toffs who’ve come over Paiute Pass.”

“I cannot speak of my reasons, but see him I must,” Ruby stated. “And if I must pay to learn his location,” she pushed her leather bag towards the other woman, “then here is my due.”




This is the beginning of a low-brow dime novel, that the folks in my adventure-romance novel, FOOLS GOLD, are reading. And they're picking up clues to help them out with some of their own problems.


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This story continues in the May radio-style podcast episode of "Unpolished Performances" 
Download this audio show directly from the iTunes store with this link (or search the iTunes store with the term 'unpolished performances') 
You can also listen to the streaming version of the show  on the web at 



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Monday, January 31, 2011

What am I seeing here? - Nevada, Mining History

Photo: D.A.John
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What am I seeing here? 
Nevada, Mining History

This is one of the areas that Mark Twain refers to in Roughing It, the vicinity were he and his comrades put off filing their claim just a tad too long to become millionaires. 

Bodie Hills, Nevada: Altered andocite with a vein of iron-stained quartz running through it. 

Prospectus Vein-- Aurora mining district--discovered in 1859?

This particular vein, just on the edge of the town site, was an early vein found here. The Old Esmerelda vein was the one that caused people to start mining gold and silver here.  

Mining Activity: 

Two Major Periods, with sporadic mining attempts between
1860 - 1870's - underground

Renewed mining mid 1980's, 1990's  - Open pit

Last mined around 2,000.

Friday, November 5, 2010

We're Playing the Glad Game Once More

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to get a better idea of my response to two days of codine

With a tip of my hat to dear little Pollyanna of Edwardian fame. Remember how she appreciated those crutches in the Ladies Aid barrel, even though she badly wanted a dolly? Because her kindly father told her that she should be so glad she didn't need those crutches! Of course then he died less than a chapter later. In those days, nobody seemed to be concerned for the resulting psychoses the little darling was sure to develop by adulthood.

Just kept playing that Glad Game the last few days, even though it felt like that rock hammer my husband keeps for field work, was lodged right inside my brain. I sure do appreciate access to modern western medicine. Some other time, some other place, I would have just died from an infected tooth root. You gotta love this kind of pain, when you know it will be over after a few days.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Time Travel: It helps to Picture Times Past

Basin and Range, Nevada

Standing on Mt. Lewis looking down into Crescent Valley, across to Mt Tenabo (left) and Roberts Mountain (background), I find that things haven't changed much to look at for quite some time.

How hard might it be to drift back to, oh say, 1893?

Click on the photo to better focus on the details of your destination in time and space

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