Songs of the Sierras e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. There were hoops of gold all over his hands, And across his breast, in chains and bands, Broad and massive as belts of leather. And the belts of gold were bright in the sun, But brighter than gold his black eyes shone From their sad face-setting so swarth and dun, Brighter than beautiful Santan stone.