Zarah, a young, successful journalist, is engaged to Harvey Evan Wilson, the richest man in Mississippi. But not everyone approves of their relationship, because, although she could pass as white, Zarah is black, and her fiancE's grandmother is intent on "protecting" her family's bloodline - and fortune. Amid the family drama, Zarah has her hands full covering the unearthing of what actually happened to part of a shipment of Confederate gold. With her story in the spotlight, Zarah becomes the target of those intent on seeing her romance go up in flames, and her love is put to the test. As forces collide, Zarah is left with difficult choices to make. Will the love between her and her fiancE prove to be stronger than the intentions of those set on destroying it? Or will the deliberate and malevolent actions of others be enough to tear them apart?
No journalism awards are awaited with as much anticipation as the Pulitzer Prizes. Andamong those Pulitzers, none is more revered than the Joseph Pulitzer Gold Medal. Pulitzer’s Gold is the first book to trace the ninety-year history of the coveted Pulitzer Prize for Public Service, awarded annually to a newspaper rather than to individuals, in the form of that Gold Medal. Exploring this service-journalism legacy, Roy Harris recalls dozens of “stories behind the stories,” often allowing the journalists involved to share their own accounts. Harris takes his Gold Medal saga through two world wars, the Great Depression, the civil rights struggle, and the Vietnam era before bringing public-service journalism into a twenty-first century that includes 9/11, a Catholic Church scandal, and corporate exposés. Pulitzer’s Gold offers a new way of looking at journalism history and practice and a new lens through which to view America’s own story.
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Welcome to the gripping world of E. Gould Buffum's "Six Months in the Gold Mines," where adventure meets historical exploration amidst the untamed landscapes of Upper and Lower California in the late 1840s. Prepare to be enthralled by this riveting account of the California Gold Rush, as seen through the eyes of a passionate observer and participant. Join E. Gould Buffum on an exhilarating journey through the heart of the California Gold Rush, where he vividly recounts his three-year residence during the years 1847-1849. Experience the highs and lows of life in the gold mines, from the thrill of discovery to the challenges of survival in a rugged and often unforgiving environment. Buffum's narrative is rich with detail, offering profound insights into the human condition and the indomitable spirit of those who sought fortune in the gold mines. Through engaging character development and compelling plot points, he brings to life the diverse cast of individuals he encountered, each with their unique dreams, struggles, and triumphs. The themes of ambition, perseverance, and the relentless pursuit of success are expertly woven throughout the story, providing readers with a deeper understanding of the era's social and economic dynamics. Buffum's keen observations and eloquent prose invite readers to reflect on the broader implications of the Gold Rush and its lasting impact on American history. With its vivid descriptions and captivating storytelling, "Six Months in the Gold Mines" sets a tone of adventure and discovery that keeps readers eagerly turning pages. From the bustling mining camps to the serene beauty of California's wilderness, Buffum paints a vivid portrait of a bygone era filled with excitement and challenge. Since its publication, "Six Months in the Gold Mines" has received acclaim for its authentic depiction of the Gold Rush and its compelling narrative. Its enduring appeal lies in its ability to transport readers to a pivotal moment in history, offering timeless insights and universal truths that resonate across generations. As you delve into Buffum's world, you'll find yourself drawn to its vibrant characters, thought-provoking themes, and engaging storytelling. His meticulous attention to detail and his ability to craft a powerful narrative make this memoir a cherished read for history enthusiasts and adventure seekers alike. In conclusion, "Six Months in the Gold Mines" is more than just a historical account—it's a timeless exploration of human ambition, resilience, and the quest for prosperity that continues to captivate readers with its richly drawn characters and profound insights. Whether you're a history buff or discovering this classic for the first time, prepare to be swept away by the magic of E. Gould Buffum's enduring narrative. Don't miss your chance to experience the excitement and intrigue of the California Gold Rush. Let "Six Months in the Gold Mines" transport you to a world of adventure, perseverance, and historical discovery. Grab your copy now and join the legions of readers who have been captivated by Buffum's literary brilliance.
In Quest of Gold : or Under the Whanga Falls Every one was astir betimes next morning, for an unusual sense of excitement pervaded the whole household. Even Yesslett, who was generally late for everything, was up in good time, and, with his usual good-nature, lent every one a helping hand. His assistance was, however, often rendered useless from his ignorance of colonial life, for he had only been in Australia a month or two. Yesslett Dudley was Mrs. Law's nephew, who, after the death of his father and the break-up of his old home in England, had been sent out by his guardians to Australia, as his health was not good, and his prospects little better. He was a curly-headed young rascal, with a smile that was like sunshine in a house, and a voice that rang with merriment and good humour. He was far wiser in book-learning than his boy cousins, but could not compare with them in anything else. It is true he could sit a horse and handle a gun, both after his own fashion, but his ludicrous riding and his dangerous shooting would have been subjects for constant ridicule to less kind fellows than his cousins. They could not help despising him a little as a "jackaroo" and a "new chum" just at first, but his pleasant hearty way of laughing at himself and his many mishaps soon won their hearts, and instead of making fun of him they began to teach him how to do things in a "true colonial fashion," as they said, and that was their highest standard. Under their able tuition he soon improved in the manly arts; and as his health became better in the pure air of those lofty downs and with the simple life of the station, he not only began to grow stouter and stronger, but also became more courageous and manly. Not that Yesslett had ever been a coward, but his weak health had made him more timid and nervous than strong and hale boys generally are. He possessed an inexhaustible fund of good humour, and a capacity for fun and mischief which, fortunately, few boys are blessed with. Alec's first thought as he left the house was to see whether the two native boys he had engaged the night before had kept their promise of coming to the station. There they were, sure enough, sitting by the strong rails of the stock-yard grinning and laughing and chattering away, and delighted at the prospect of the coming hunt, as they thought the expedition to be. These two men were strong, active fellows, and more to be trusted, perhaps, than the average native; they were employed on the station at times during mustering and shearing, or when the run was short-handed. They could both ride like monkeys, and could speak a few words of queer pigeon English. Alec was glad to see them there, for without the help of Murri he knew they could never find the Whanga gully. He walked up to them and said— "You go drive yarroman" (horses) "in um stock-yard." "Yohi" (yes), "all um yarroman in um paddock?" asked Prince Tom. "Yes, all the lot," answered Alec; and the two black fellows ran off to get to the other side of the horses and head them to the yard. Just as thoughtless as children they rushed away without thinking of opening the stock-yard rails; but Alec had expected as much, and walking round the yard he removed the two heavy slip-panels himself, and stepped on one side out of sight of the horses. In a few moments he heard the heavy thud of hoofs on the dry turf as the little mob was driven from the paddock and came galloping towards him. One or two of the horses neighed loudly, resenting the ignominy of being driven by natives, but after some reluctance they turned to the yard and rushed through the opening in a little stampede. How noble the handsome creatures looked! Ten or a dozen of them, and not a single "screw" amongst them; for it was Alec's pride, as it had been his father's before him, to have the best horses in the colony. They stood, quivering with the excitement of the little run, with the morning sun shining on their burnished coats, as spirited and in as good condition as horses well could be, though their only feed was the short sweet grass of the paddock. They all pricked their ears and looked up as Alec came round the cart-shed. They nearly all knew him, for he had broken in all the young horses himself for the last five years. As he came up to the fence, Amber, his favourite horse, which he allowed no one but himself to mount, pushed his way through the others, and with a low whinny of pleasure at the sight of his master, put his head over the top rail for Alec to rub his smooth soft muzzle.
