Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost raceWait, Frona Eunice
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Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race
Wait, Frona Eunice
Fantasy fiction; Geographical myths -- Fiction
YERMAH THE DORADO
The Story of a Lost Race
BY
FRONA EUNICE WAIT COLBURN
“It requires a great many shovelfuls of earth to buy truth”
—_Swiss Proverb_
NEW YORK
THE ALICE HARRIMAN COMPANY
Copyrighted 1897
By FRONA EUNICE WAIT
_All rights reserved_
Revised and Re-copyrighted 1913
By FRONA EUNICE WAIT COLBURN
_All rights reserved_
THIS VOLUME
IS DEDICATED TO THE
WHITE KNIGHTS
OF ALL LANDS AND OF ALL THE AGES
IN LOVING MEMORY OF
MY FATHER
JAMES LAFAYETTE SMITH
—_Frona Eunice Wait Colburn_
FOREWORD
This book “Yermah the Dorado,” was first published at The Sign of the
Lark, San Francisco, in 1897. The issue was limited to five hundred
copies, mostly subscribed for by personal friends of mine. The notes,
manuscript and plates were all lost in the fire of 1906.
The date of publication is of the utmost importance because the Llama
City, Tlamco, the scene of this romance, was located in Golden Gate
Park, where it was destroyed by earthquake, in the long ago.
Since the actual occurrence of 1906, the original story has been
slightly revised, but not a line of the description of the earthquake
has been changed, nor an incident added. Whoever lived through those
days, as I did, will not need to be told why. The use of aeroplanes and
wireless telegraphy, with the recent visit of a huge comet are
additional reasons impelling me to reprint what is very like a
pre-vision of things to be.
To me Golden Gate Park is a hallowed spot. As a place of refuge I saw an
ephemeral city reared in a night of stress and misery. The beauty of a
rebuilt modern metropolis will but serve to recall the vanished glory of
the dream city ruled by the man who was the real El Dorado.
FRONA EUNICE WAIT COLBURN.
TO GOLDEN GATE PARK
Where once the Wisdom-City’s temples rose
Within her “Gates of Gold,” our latter day
This noble pleasure ground but loves, and knows,
Nor guesses where the fanes of Tlamco lay;
Yet who shall say what spell that vanished race
Bequeathed forever to this mystic place?
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