by Bret Harte
I do not think that any of us who enjoyed the acquaintance of the Piper girls or the hospitality of Judge Piper, their father, ever cared for the youngest sister. Not on account of her extreme youth, … Read the rest
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Three Vagabonds of Trinidad
by Bret Harte
The Chinese boy to whom the colloquialism was addressed answered literally, after his habit:–
“Allee same Li Tee; me no changee. Me no ollee China boy.”
“That’s so,” said the Editor with an air of conviction. “I … Read the rest
Uncle Jim and Uncle Billy
by Bret Harte
They were partners. The avuncular title was bestowed on them by Cedar Camp, possibly in recognition of a certain matured good humor, quite distinct from the spasmodic exuberant spirits of its other members, and possibly from what, … Read the rest
Under the Eaves
by Bret Harte
The assistant editor of the San Francisco “Daily Informer” was going home. So much of his time was spent in the office of the “Informer” that no one ever cared to know where he passed those six … Read the rest
The Idyl of Red Gulch
by Bret Harte
Sandy was very drunk. He was lying under an azalea bush, in pretty much the same attitude in which he had fallen some hours before. How long he had been lying there he could not tell, and … Read the rest
The Indiscretion of Elsbeth
by Bret Harte
The American paused. He had evidently lost his way. For the last half hour he had been wandering in a medieval town, in a profound medieval dream. Only a few days had elapsed since he had left … Read the rest
The Luck of Roaring Camp
by Bret Harte
There was commotion in Roaring Camp. It could not have been a fight, for in 1850 that was not novel enough to have called together the entire settlement. The ditches and claims were not only deserted, but … Read the rest
The Man of No Account
by Bret Harte
His name was Fagg–David Fagg. He came to California in ’52 with us, in the SKYSCRAPER. I don’t think he did it in an adventurous way. He probably had no other place to go to. When a … Read the rest
The Mermaid of Lighthouse Point
by Bret Harte
Some forty years ago, on the northern coast of California, near the Golden Gate, stood a lighthouse. Of a primitive class, since superseded by a building more in keeping with the growing magnitude of the adjacent port, … Read the rest
The Outcasts of Poker Flat
by Bret Harte
As Mr. John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street of Poker Flat on the morning of the 23d of November, 1850, he was conscious of a change in its moral atmosphere since the preceding night. Two … Read the rest