The Writings of Bret Harte: The luck of Roaring Camp and other talesHoughton, Mifflin, 1906 |
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ain't Aramis Aristides asked beside Boy Chief BRET HARTE cabin CHAPTER cheek child Chitterlings Clytemnestra Clytie D'Artagnan dark door drew Duchess expressman eyes face Fagg Father José feet fell figure fire gazed Genevra girl glance gravely Gray gulch hair Hamlin hand Haunted head heard heart Jack Jenkins John Jenkins Judge knew Lady laughed lips looked Lothaw Luck M'liss master McSnagley Miggles Miss Mary morning Morpher mother Mother Shipton mountain mysterious Natty Bumpo never night Oakhurst Padre passed perhaps Périgord pine Poker Flat Porthos Pultneyville Red Mountain returned road Roaring Camp Sedilia seemed silence slowly smile Smith's Pocket stokh stood story strange stranger suddenly tell Tennessee's Partner thing thought tion took tree Tryan turned uttered voice walked wall wind window Wingdam woman young Yuba Bill
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Stran 16 - The exiles were forbidden to return at the peril of their lives. As the escort disappeared, their pent-up feelings found vent in a few hysterical tears from the Duchess, some bad language from Mother Shipton, and a Parthian volley of expletives from Uncle Billy. The philosophic Oakhurst alone remained silent. He listened calmly to Mother Shipton's desire to cut somebody's heart out, to the repeated statements of the Duchess that she would die in the road, and to the alarming oaths that seemed to...
Stran 23 - ... the rocky shores to which the castaways still clung. Through the marvellously clear air the smoke of the pastoral village of Poker Flat rose miles away. Mother Shipton saw it, and from a remote pinnacle of her rocky fastness, hurled in that direction a final malediction. It was her last vituperative attempt, and...
Stran 2 - Sal," and, in the contemplation of her condition, for a moment rose superior to the fact that he had an ace and two bowers in his sleeve. It will be seen, also, that the situation was novel. Deaths were by no means uncommon in Roaring Camp, but a birth was a new thing.
Stran 12 - flush times," and the luck was with them. The claims had yielded enormously. The camp was jealous of its privileges and looked suspiciously on strangers. No encouragement was given to immigration, and, to make their seclusion more perfect, the land on either side of the mountain wall that surrounded the camp they duly preempted. This, and a reputation for singular proficiency with the revolver, kept the reserve of Roaring Camp inviolate. The expressman—their only connecting link with the surrounding...
Stran 46 - Do you know anything in his behalf?' and I sez to you, sez I, — confidential-like, as between man and man, — 'What should a man know of his pardner?' " "Is this all you have to say?" asked the Judge impatiently, feeling, perhaps, that a dangerous sympathy of humor was beginning to humanize the court. "Thet's so," continued Tennessee's Partner. "It ain't for me to say anything agin
Stran 50 - Tennessee has been running free, and we brings him home from his wandering.' He paused and picked up a fragment of quartz, rubbed it thoughtfully on his sleeve, and went on: 'It ain't the first time that I've packed him on my back, as you see'd me now.
Stran 43 - He was known to be a gambler ; he was suspected to be a thief. In these suspicions Tennessee's Partner was equally compromised ; his continued intimacy with Tennessee after the affair above quoted could only be accounted for on the hypothesis of a copartnership of crime. At last Tennessee's guilt became flagrant. One day he overtook a stranger on his way to Red Dog.
Stran 42 - Partner took the loss of his wife simply and seriously, as was his fashion. But to everybody's surprise, when Tennessee one day returned from Marysville, without his partner's wife, — she having smiled and retreated with somebody else, — Tennessee's Partner was the first man to shake his hand and greet him with affection. The boys who had gathered in the canon to see the shooting were naturally indignant. Their indignation might have found vent in sarcasm but for a certain look in Tennessee's...
Stran 47 - Tennessee's offence could not be condoned by money, his face took a more serious and sanguinary hue, and those who were nearest to him noticed that his rough hand trembled slightly on the table. He hesitated a moment as he slowly returned the gold to the...
Stran 44 - The cool breeze which usually sprang up with the going down of the sun behind the chaparral-crested mountain was that evening withheld from Sandy Bar. The little canon was stifling with heated resinous odors, and the decaying driftwood on the Bar sent forth faint, sickening exhalations. The feverishness of day and its fierce passions still filled the camp. Lights moved restlessly along the bank of the river, striking no answering reflection from its tawny current. Against the blackness of the pines...