Title:  The Day of the Beast

Author:  Zane Grey

Release Date:  April 21, 2005 [EBook #15673]

Language:  English

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The day of the beast

By

ZaneGrey

Autho
r of to the last man,
the heritage of the desert,
the mysterious Rider, etc.

NewYork
Grosset & Dunlap
publishers

Made in the United States of America

The day of the beast

1922
By Zane Grey
Printed in the U.S.A.

The day of the beast

Dedication

   Herein is embodied my tribute to the American

men who gave themselves to the service in the great
war, and my sleepless and eternal gratitude for
what they did for me.

ZaneGrey.

THE DAY OF THE BEAST

CHAPTER I

His native land!  Home!

The ship glided slowly up the Narrows; and from its deck Daren Lane saw the noble black outline of the Statue of Liberty limned against the clear gold of sunset.  A familiar old pang in his breast—­longing and homesickness and agony, together with the physical burn of gassed lungs—­seemed to swell into a profound overwhelming emotion.

“My own—­my native land!” he whispered, striving to wipe the dimness from his eyes.  Was it only two years or twenty since he had left his country to go to war?  A sense of strangeness dawned upon him.  His home-coming, so ceaselessly dreamed of by night and longed for by day, was not going to be what his hopes had created.  But at that moment his joy was too great to harbor strange misgivings.  How impossible for any one to understand his feelings then, except perhaps the comrades who had survived the same ordeal!

The vessel glided on.  A fresh cool spring breeze with a scent of land fanned Lane’s hot brow.  It bore tidings from home.  Almost he thought he smelled the blossoms in the orchard, and the damp newly plowed earth, and the smoke from the wood fire his mother used to bake over.  A hundred clamoring thoughts strove for dominance over his mind—­to enter and flash by and fade.  His sight, however, except for the blur that returned again and again, held fast to the entrancing and thrilling scene—­the broad glimmering sun-track of gold in the rippling channel, leading his eye to the grand bulk of America’s symbol of freedom, and to the stately expanse of the Hudson River, dotted by moving ferry-boats and tugs, and to the magnificent broken sky-line of New York City, with its huge dark structures looming and its thousands of windows reflecting the fire of the sun.