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Author: Bret Harte
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Category : Frontier and pioneer life
Languages : en
Pages : 518
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Author: Bret Harte
Publisher:
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Category : Frontier and pioneer life
Languages : en
Pages : 518
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Author: Bret Harte
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Languages : en
Pages : 440
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Author: Bret Harte
Publisher: General Books
ISBN: 9781458911971
Category : History
Languages : en
Pages : 228
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907. Excerpt: ... BABY SYLVESTER It was at a little mining camp in the California Sierras that he first dawned upon me in all his grotesque sweetness. I had arrived early in the morning, but not in time to intercept the friend who was the object of my visit. He had gone "prospecting,"--so they told me on the river, --and would not probably return until late in the afternoon. They could not say what direction he had taken; they could not suggest that I would be likely to find him if I followed. But it was the general opinion that I had better wait. I looked around me. I was standing upon the bank of the river; and, apparently, the only other human beings in the world were my interlocutors, who were even then just disappearing from my horizon down the steep bank toward the river's dry bed. I approached the edge of the bank. Where could I wait? Oh, anywhere; down with them on the river-bar, where they were working, if I liked! Or I could make myself at home in any of those cabins that I found lying round loose. Or, perhaps it would be cooler and pleasanter for me in my friend's cabin on the hill. Did I see those three large sugarpines? And, a little to the right, a canvas roof and chimney over the bushes? Well that was my friend's--that was Dick Sylvester's cabin. I could stake my horse in that little hollow, and just hang round there till he came. I would find some books in the shanty; I could amuse myself with them. Or I could play with the baby. Do what? But they had already gone. I leaned over the bank and called after their vanishing figures, --"What did you say I could do?" The answer floated slowly up on the hot sluggish air, --"Pla-a-y with the ba-by." The lazy echoes took it up and tossed it languidly from hill to hill, until Bald Mountain opposite made some incoherent ...
Author: Bret Harte
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN: 9781974363339
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Languages : en
Pages : 230
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The Tales of the Argonauts is a volume of short stories published by Bret Harte in 1875. The title is sometimes loosely applied to all Harte's stories of early California.Nothing in the Tales of the Argonauts proper quite equals in merit "The Luck of Roaring Camp," "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" and "Tennessee's Partner," which had appeared in an earlier collection; but "An Iliad of Sandy Bar," "How Santa Claus Came to Simpson's Bar," and some others have been deservedly popular. The Argonauts are the gold seekers of 1849 and the years immediately following. These adventurers came from all quarters of the globe and all ranks of society, and they had in common only the possession of the strength and determination necessary to reach the new Colchis. Here they lived, at first, wholly free from the conventional restraints imposed by an organized society, and each man showed himself for what he was. Many of these primitive social conditions still existed when Harte went to California in 1854, and they made a great impression on the observant boy. He did not use them in literature, however, until he was able to look back on them in the light of experience.
Author: Bret Harte
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Languages : en
Pages : 300
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Author: Francis Bret Harte
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Languages : en
Pages : 440
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Author: Bret Harte
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Languages : en
Pages : 0
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Author: Bret Harte
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Languages : en
Pages : 296
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Author: Bret Harte
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Languages : en
Pages : 508
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Author: Bret Harte
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN: 9781502415714
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 188
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It was nearly two o'clock in the morning. The lights were out in Robinson's Hall, where there had been dancing and revelry; and the moon, riding high, painted the black windows with silver. The cavalcade, that an hour ago had shocked the sedate pines with song and laughter, were all dispersed. One enamoured swain had ridden east, another west, another north, another south; and the object of their adoration, left within her bower at Chemisal Ridge, was calmly going to bed. I regret that I am not able to indicate the exact stage of that process. Two chairs were already filled with delicate inwrappings and white confusion; and the young lady herself, half-hidden in the silky threads of her yellow hair, had at one time borne a faint resemblance to a partly-husked ear of Indian corn. But she was now clothed in that one long, formless garment that makes all women equal; and the round shoulders and neat waist, that an hour ago had been so fatal to the peace of mind of Four Forks, had utterly disappeared. The face above it was very pretty: the foot below, albeit shapely, was not small. "The flowers, as a general thing, don't raise their heads MUCH to look after me," she had said with superb frankness to one of her lovers. The expression of the "Rose" to-night was contentedly placid. She walked slowly to the window, and, making the smallest possible peephole through the curtain, looked out. The motionless figure of a horseman still lingered on the road, with an excess of devotion that only a coquette, or a woman very much in love, could tolerate. The "Rose," at that moment, was neither, and, after a reasonable pause, turned away, saying quite audibly that it was "too ridiculous for any thing." As she came back to her dressing-table, it was noticeable that she walked steadily and erect, without that slight affectation of lameness common to people with whom bare feet are only an episode. Indeed, it was only four years ago, that without shoes or stockings, a long-limbed, colty girl, in a waistless calico gown, she had leaped from the tailboard of her father's emigrant-wagon when it first drew up at Chemisal Ridge. Certain wild habits of the "Rose" had outlived transplanting and cultivation.
