If you'd rather place an order by talking to one of our cheerful order desk clerks, please call 1-888-232-4444 (USA and Canada only) or 250-383-6864. From Europe, ring our UK order desk clerk at local rate number 0845 230 9601 (UK only) or 44 (0)1865 722 113.

Elephant Mountain

by Art Boudreau; Cover Design or Artwork by Richard Francis Charles

150 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #05-1125; ISBN 1-4120-6224-1; US$17.50, C$19.99, EUR14.50, £10.00

Elephant Mountain, a rollicking adventure in the gold rush era, is an easy read with laughs, drama, romance and even some sad parts to keep reader's interest.

Read more!

About the Book      About the Author      Excerpts      Catalogue Information

About the Book

ELEPHANT MOUNTAIN is the story of a young Irishman who came to British Columbia, Canada in the 1890s. Paddy aimed to get rich looking for gold. He made friends with people who shared his dream – an Irish blacksmith called O'Donald, a young woman called Lizzie, a prospector called Old Jim, and many more. Paddy the mule was his constant companion, keeping him from harm while he searched for gold and dreamed of reaching the top of Elephant Mountain and the gold he might find there.

---

About the Author

Author, ‘ART’ BRUNO BOUDREAU ~ forever a Nova Scotian ~ is living in Victoria BC and continues to advance his reading and writing skills at the READ Society with the current support of WCB – though the future of this path is uncertain.
Art is currently working on a, much anticipated, illustrated book of his short stories ~ some already shared and greatly enjoyed ~ that he hopes will be ready in the Fall of 2005. Meanwhile, he continues writing the saga of Gold Dust in ‘Elephant Mountain ~ To the Top!’
…meet you there!...

---

Excerpts

~ Chapter 2, page 8 ~ The two men dug in the hay looking for the two guns. “O'Donald, I've found a bottle of whiskey. You must have lost it in the hay.”
“That's where I lost that damn bottle two years ago! Let's stop and have a drink, Gold Dust.”
“That's a good idea, O'Donald. Maybe it will help us find the guns, and it won't hurt.”
The two men had three more drinks, and went back looking for the guns. “Gold Dust, you think you're going to find the mother lode?” “I'm going to find it, O'Donald, I'm going to.”

~ Chapter 5, page 22 ~ Suddenly Paddy stopped and would not move. Gold Dust tried to pull and push Paddy but he would not move. He tried some sugar and two apples but that mule would not move. So Gold Dust sat, had a smoke and looked at that mule and shook his head.
Then he heard a loud noise and the ground started to shake. Gold Dust saw some big rocks tumbling and sliding down the side of the mountain. They covered the trail about one hundred yards in front of him. He looked over at Paddy, “If you hadn't stopped when you did, we would be under that rockslide!”

~ Chapter 6, page 31 ~ “Well, it's time to move that boulder, Paddy. I need to get under that damn boulder. Five sticks of dynamite should be enough to move it. Yup, I'll just dig a hole under that boulder; put the five sticks in, light the fuse and run.” Gold Dust lit the fuse and ran to some rocks about 50 yards away. He stood and looked at that boulder thinking maybe one stick would have been enough.
Then ‘BOOM!!'
“Oh, my God, yup, one stick would have been enough, not five!”

~ Chapter 10, page 57 ~ Gold Dust walked back to O'Donald's shop.
As he came up to the shop O'Donald smiled, “You're in love. I can see it in your eyes, young man.”
“I am! She's beautiful. We're going for a picnic at one.”
“Don't let, you know what, do the talking.”
“I won't.”
“Let your heart do the talking, young man.”
“She makes me feel good all over and she's beautiful.”

~ Chapter 14, page 79 ~ … there was a man digging in Old Jim's pack.“I know him, Gold Dust. They call him, Bucksaw. Shoot him in the leg. Bucksaw knows that's my camp. What an asshole he is ”
“I can't shoot him in the leg, you know this man.”
“Well, if you don't shoot him in the leg, I'll kill him when I get down there.”
“Okay, Jim! I'll shoot him in the leg.”
“Wait until my pack is out of way of your shot. I don't want a hole in it.”

---

Catalogue Information

---