Joan Randle reined in her horse on the crest of the cedar ridge, and
with remorse and dread beginning to knock at her heart she gazed
before her at the wild and looming mountain range.
Late in June the vast northwestern desert of wheat began to take on a
tinge of gold, lending an austere beauty to that endless, rolling,
smooth world of treeless hills, where miles of fallow ground and miles
of waving grain sloped up to the far-separated homes of the heroic men
who had co ...
One afternoon, far out on the sun-baked waste of sage, we made
camp near a clump of withered pinyon trees. The cold desert wind
came down upon us with the sudden darkness. Even the Mormons, who
were finding the trail for us across the drifting sands, forgot
to sing and pray at sundown. We huddl ...
Twilight of a certain summer day, many years ago, shaded softly down
over the wild Ohio valley bringing keen anxiety to a traveler on the
lonely river trail. He had expected to reach Fort Henry with his party
on this night, thus putting a welcome end to the long, rough,
hazardous journey ...
When Madeline Hammond stepped from the train at El Cajon, New
Mexico, it was nearly midnight, and her first impression was of a
huge dark space of cool, windy emptiness, strange and silent,
stretching away under great blinking white stars.
At sunset hour the forest was still, lonely, sweet with tang
of fir and spruce, blazing in gold and red and green; and
the man who glided on under the great trees seemed to blend
with the colors and, disappearing, to have become a part of
the wild woodland.
A September sun, losing some of its heat if not its brilliance, was
dropping low in the west over the black Colorado range. Purple haze
began to thicken in the timbered notches. Gray foothills, round and
billowy, rolled down from the higher country. They were smooth,
sweeping, with long v ...
The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come.
I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the canyon, and I feel the
silence. And it seems that again I must try to pierce both and
to get at the strange wild life of the last American wilderness--
wild still, almost, as it e ...
John Wetherill, one of the famous Wetherill brothers and trader at
Kayenta, Arizona, is the man who discovered Nonnezoshe, which is
probably the most beautiful and wonderful natural phenomenon in
the world. Wetherill owes the credit to his wife, who, through her
influence with the Indians ...
It was inevitable that in my efforts to write romantic history of the
great West I should at length come to the story of a feud. For long
I have steered clear of this rock. But at last I have reached it and
must go over it, driven by my desire to chronicle the stirring events
of pioneer days. ...
In the early sixties a trail led from the broad Missouri, swirling
yellow and turgid between its green-groved borders, for miles and
miles out upon the grassy Nebraska plains, turning westward over the
undulating prairie, with its swales and billows and long, winding
lines of cottonwoods, ...
For some reason the desert scene before Lucy Bostil awoke varying emotions--a
sweet gratitude for the fullness of her life there at the Ford, yet a haunting
remorse that she could not be wholly content--a vague loneliness of soul--a
thrill and a fear for the strangely calling future, glorious, ...
They may say baseball is the same in the minor
leagues that it is in the big leagues, but any old
ball player or manager knows better. Where the
difference comes in, however, is in the greater
excellence and unity of the major players, a speed,
a daring, a finish that can be acquired only in
c ...
``Fate has decreed more bad luck for Salisbury
in Saturday's game with Bellville. It has leaked
out that our rivals will come over strengthened
by a `ringer,' no less than Yale's star pitcher,
Wayne. We saw him shut Princeton out in June,
in the last game of the college year, and we are
not o ...
``Yes, Carroll, I got my notice. Maybe it's no
surprise to you. And there's one more thing I want
to say. You're `it' on this team. You're the
topnotch catcher in the Western League and one
of the best ball players in the game--but you're
a knocker!''
Willie Howarth loved baseball. He loved it
all the more because he was a cripple. The game
was more beautiful and wonderful to him because
he would never be able to play it. For Willie
had been born with one leg shorter than the other;
he could not run and at 11 years of age it was
all he co ...
He bought a ticket at the 25-cent window, and
edging his huge bulk through the turnstile, laboriously
followed the noisy crowd toward the bleachers.
I could not have been mistaken. He was Old
Well-Well, famous from Boston to Baltimore as
the greatest baseball fan in the East. His singular
ye ...
There was Delaney's red-haired trio--Red Gilbat,
left fielder; Reddy Clammer, right fielder, and
Reddie Ray, center fielder, composing the most
remarkable outfield ever developed in minor
league baseball. It was Delaney's pride, as it was
also his trouble.
It was the most critical time I had yet
experienced in my career as a baseball manager.
And there was more than the usual reason why
I must pull the team out. A chance for a
business deal depended upon the good-will of the
stockholders of the Worcester club. On the
outskirts of the town was ...
``He's got a new manager. Watch him pitch
now!'' That was what Nan Brown said to me
about Rube Hurtle, my great pitcher, and I took
it as her way of announcing her engagement.
``Fellows, it's this way. You've got to win
today's game. It's the last of the season and
means the pennant for Worcester. One more
hard scrap and we're done! Of all the up-hill
fights any bunch ever made to land the flag, our
has been the best. You're the best team I ever
managed, the gam ...
It was about the sixth inning that I suspected
the Rube of weakening. For that matter he had
not pitched anything resembling his usual brand
of baseball. But the Rube had developed into
such a wonder in the box that it took time for
his let-down to dawn upon me. Also it took a tip
from Raddy ...
One day in July our Rochester club, leader in
the Eastern League, had returned to the hotel
after winning a double-header from the Syracuse
club. For some occult reason there was to be a
lay-off next day and then on the following another
double-header. These double-headers we hated
next to ex ...
About the Author
Prolific American writer and pioneer of Western as a new literary genre. Grey produced over sixty books, and
almost as many have been published posthumously. In his works Grey presented the West as a moral battle ground, in
which his characters are destroyed because of their unableness to change or redeemed through a final confrontation
with their past. Grey's semioutlaw heroes were his most interesting creation, among them Lassiter in Riders of the
Purple Sage (1912), a gunman who has lost a girl he loved to a Mormon preacher, and Buck Duane, the agonized killer
of Lone Star Ranger (1915). Randolph Scott played a former outlaw in Fritz Lang's film Western Union (1941),
based on Grey's novel. Grey's stories, set against the beautiful but harsh landscape of the West, have fascinated
readers all over the world.
"Slingerland hated the railroad, and he could not see as Neale did, or any of the engineers or
builders. This old trapper had the vision of the Indian - that far-seeing eye cleared by distance and silence, and
the force of the great, lonely hills. Progress was great, but nature unspoiled was greater. If a race could not breed
all stronger men, through its great movements, it might better not breed any, for the bad over-multiplied the good,
and so their needs magnified into greed. Slingerland saw many shiningbands of steel across the plains and mountains,
many stations and hamlets and cities, a growing and marvelous prosperity from timber, mines, farms, and in the
distant end - a gutted West." (from The Roaring U.P. Trail, 1918)
Zane Grey was born in Zanesville, Ohio. His father was a farmer and preacher, and mother Quaker, of Danish
background. Grey graduated from the University of Pennsylvania with a degree in dentistry in 1896, and practiced in
New York City until 1904. During these years he started to write. Grey's first book, Betty Zane, was turned down by
several published, and in 1904 Grey published it privately. The colorful frontier story was based on his ancestor's
journal. After the book gained a critical success, Grey continued his family story in The Spirit of the Border
(1905). In his writing Grey was encouraged by his wife, Lina Elise Roth. They married in 1905. She supported his
aspirations to become a professional writer.
In 1908 Grey made a journey to the West with Colonel C.J. ('Buffalo') Jones, who told him tales of adventure on
the plains. The trip was a turning point in Grey's career. He began writing Western novels in the tradition of Owen
Wister and produced the first, The Last of the Plainsmen, in 1908. In 1912 the publishing company Harpers brought out
Riders of the Purple Sage. It sold two million copies, was filmed three times, and became Grey's best-known
western. It told the story of an enterprising woman, Jane Witherspoon, a rich Mormon. "Trouble between the Mormons
and the Gentiles of the community would make her unhappy. She was Mormon-born, and she was a friend of to poor and
unfortunate Gentiles. She wished only to go on doing good and being happy. And she thought of what that great ranch
meant to her. She loved it all - the grove of cottonwoods, the old stone house, the amber-tinted water, and the
droves of shaggy, dusty horses and mustangs, the sleek, clean-limbed, blooded racers, and the browsing herds of
cattle and the lean, sun-browned riders of the sage." She finds protection for her ranch and herself from an
mysterious hero, Lassiter, who hates Mormons for his own reasons. This formula, in which a tormented outlaw fights to
protect the good and finds love, Grey used in many novels.
JUDKINS: My name is Judkins. I don't know you, but I know... I've heard what you are... I heard
you killed some men in the North.
LASSITER: Not just in the North.
(from the 1996 film Riders of the Purple Sage, dir. by Charles Haid)
Much of Grey's knowledge of the West was based on research or trips in the regions he wrote about. He also
interviewed authentic residents of the Wild West. In 1918 Grey moved to California, and lived there for the rest of
his life. He built a large, Spanish-style house in Altadena, and continued to produce the usual 100 000 words each
month. While not writing, Grey fished in the South Seas, or hunter along the Rogue River in Oregon, or spent time on
Catalina Island. According to some sources, he fished up to 300 days of the year. In Tales of Swordfish and Tuna
(1927) he tells that he had exceptionally good luck in locating schools of large tuna. Grey died on October 23, 1939,
in Altadena.
Grey's books dealt with settlers, cowboys, desperadoes, Indians, cattle drives, the advance of technology, family
feuds, feuds between cattlemen and sheepherders, the bison hunting (The Thundering Herd), the defeat of the
American Indian - all the aspects of West that later generations of writers and filmmakers utilized. Grey's style has
been called antiquated, but it had much emotional power: "Memory stirred to the sight of the familiar corner. He had
been in several bad gun fights in this town, and the scene of one of them lay before him. The warmth and intimacy of
old pleasant associations suffered a chill." (from Sunset Pass, 1931) The Roaring U.P. Trail
(1918) has been criticized for it melodramatic plot but acknowledged for its reliable historical description about
the building of the transcontinental railroad. The Vanishing American (1925), Grey's own favorite work, recycled the
idea of the noble savage familiar from The Last of the Mohicans. The social commentary on the treatment of
American Indians on the reservation included also a love theme between a red man and a white woman. George B. Seitz's
film The Vanishing American (1925) from Grey's novel was melodramatic but dramatized the progression of
American Indian life, and their hopeless situation in a way that no film previously had attempted. "Promises from the
white establishment reek hypocrisy: "We will help you live as white men live. We will teach you to farm, to turn the
desert into green fields." Yet the start of the twentieth century finds the Indians living meagerly on inadequate
reservations." (from Great Hollywood Westerns by Ted Sennett, 1990) In such short stories as
'The Great Slave,' 'Yaqui, and 'Tigre' Grey showed his knowledge of Indian tribes and their history and the peon
system of Mexican plantations. In 'Tappan's Burro,' a story of a wandering gold prospector and his faithful burro,
Grey masterfully described the beauty of desert plains, barren mountain country, and forest land.
"Madge's sombre eyes gazed out over the great void. But, full of thought and passion as they
were, they did not see the beauty of that scene. But Tappan saw it. And in some strange sense the colour and
wilderness and sublimity seemed the expression of a new state in his heart. Under him sheered down the ragged and
cracked cliffs of the Rim, yellow and gold and grey, full of caves and crevices, ledges for eagles and niches for
lions, a thousand feet down to the upward edge of the long green slopes and canyons, and so on down and down into the
abyss of forested ravine and ridge, rolling league on league away to the encompassing barrier of purple mountain
ranges." (from 'Tappan's Burro')
Greys sold 17 million copies during his life time. His non-fiction includes several tales of fishing. Grey left a
number of manuscripts for novels, of which several has been published, among others The Reef Girl in 1977. Hollywood
have used his books eagerly, according to one estimation 100 Western films have been based on Grey's stories. In the
1930s lowbudget Zane Grey films were highly popular and profitable for Paramount. Grey also wrote two screenplays,
The Vanishing Pioneer and Rangle River.
Paramount had used the Zane Grey name as a draw since the silent era. Although Grey stories were low-budgeted,
they were not meant only for juveniles. In the early phase of his career director, Henry Hathaway leant on Grey's
stories and the actor Randolph Scott in several films. By 1935 they both were on their way to bigger productions. In
Heritage of the Desert (1932) was in his fist starring role. Wild Horse Mesa (1932) was a tale of wild
horse taming. Scott stops Fred Kohler who uses barbed wire to catch wild stallions. Under the Tonto Rim (1933)
depicted a slow-witted cowboy who wins his manhood and the boss's daughter. In the romantic Western Man of the
Forest (1933) Scott's pet lion helps him to escape from jail. To the Last Man (1933) was a story of a
family feud healed by young love. Scott was austere and Shirley Temple made her debut. There is also a 'tastefully
photographed' nude swimming sequence. The Thundering Herd (1933) was one of the best of Paramount's Zane Grey
quickies. The story dealt with buffalo hunters and marauding Indians. Footage from William K. Howard's film from 1925
was used in the scene of the stampede of wagons across a frozen lake. The Last Round-Up (1934) starring
Randolph Scott, was based on Zane Gray's novel The Border Legion. It told a story about a gang of rustlers and their
boss who sacrifices his life for two young lovers. Stock footage from the silent version and Border Legion
(1930) were used in the film. Fritz Lang's Western Union (1941) was beautifully photographed by Edward
Cronjager.
Author biographies courtesy of Author's Calendar. Used with permission.