The Three Partners
The sun was going down on the Black Spur Range. The red light it had kindled there was still eating its way along the serried crest, showing through gaps in the ranks of pines, etching out the interstices of broken boughs, fading away and then flashing suddenly out again like sparks in burnt-up paper. Then the night wind swept down the whole mountain side, and began its usual struggle with the shadows upclimbing from the valley, only to lose itself in the end and be absorbed in the all-conquering darkness. Yet for some time the pines on the long slope of Heavy Tree Hill murmured and protested with swaying arms; but as the shadows stole upwards, and cabin after cabin and tunnel after tunnel were swallowed up, a complete silence followed. Only the sky remained visible-a vast concave mirror of dull steel, in which the stars did not seem to be set, but only reflected. A single cabin door on the crest of Heavy Tree Hill had remained open to the wind and darkness. Then it was slowly shut by an invisible figure, afterwards revealed by the embers of the fire it was stirring. At first only this figure brooding over the hearth was shown, but as the flames leaped up, two other figures could be seen sitting motionless before it.
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The Three Partners
The sun was going down on the Black Spur Range. The red light it had kindled there was still eating its way along the serried crest, showing through gaps in the ranks of pines, etching out the interstices of broken boughs, fading away and then flashing suddenly out again like sparks in burnt-up paper. Then the night wind swept down the whole mountain side, and began its usual struggle with the shadows upclimbing from the valley, only to lose itself in the end and be absorbed in the all-conquering darkness. Yet for some time the pines on the long slope of Heavy Tree Hill murmured and protested with swaying arms; but as the shadows stole upwards, and cabin after cabin and tunnel after tunnel were swallowed up, a complete silence followed. Only the sky remained visible-a vast concave mirror of dull steel, in which the stars did not seem to be set, but only reflected. A single cabin door on the crest of Heavy Tree Hill had remained open to the wind and darkness. Then it was slowly shut by an invisible figure, afterwards revealed by the embers of the fire it was stirring. At first only this figure brooding over the hearth was shown, but as the flames leaped up, two other figures could be seen sitting motionless before it.
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The Three Partners

The Three Partners

by Bret Harte
The Three Partners

The Three Partners

by Bret Harte

Overview

The sun was going down on the Black Spur Range. The red light it had kindled there was still eating its way along the serried crest, showing through gaps in the ranks of pines, etching out the interstices of broken boughs, fading away and then flashing suddenly out again like sparks in burnt-up paper. Then the night wind swept down the whole mountain side, and began its usual struggle with the shadows upclimbing from the valley, only to lose itself in the end and be absorbed in the all-conquering darkness. Yet for some time the pines on the long slope of Heavy Tree Hill murmured and protested with swaying arms; but as the shadows stole upwards, and cabin after cabin and tunnel after tunnel were swallowed up, a complete silence followed. Only the sky remained visible-a vast concave mirror of dull steel, in which the stars did not seem to be set, but only reflected. A single cabin door on the crest of Heavy Tree Hill had remained open to the wind and darkness. Then it was slowly shut by an invisible figure, afterwards revealed by the embers of the fire it was stirring. At first only this figure brooding over the hearth was shown, but as the flames leaped up, two other figures could be seen sitting motionless before it.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9789365780789
Publisher: Double 9 Books
Publication date: 09/01/2024
Pages: 152
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.35(d)

About the Author

Bret Harte (1836-1902) was an influential American author and poet best known for his short stories and tales about the American West, particularly California. His works capture the essence of frontier life and have significantly contributed to the Western genre in American literature. The Luck of Roaring Camp (1868): This short story is considered one of Harte's masterpieces. It tells the story of a gold mining camp that undergoes a transformation following the birth of a baby. The Outcasts of Poker Flat (1869): Another notable short story, it explores themes of redemption and human dignity as a group of outcasts faces harsh conditions. Tennessee's Partner (1869): A story about loyalty and friendship set in a mining camp, showcasing Harte's skill in character development and local color. In 1871, Harte moved to the East Coast and continued his writing career. He also worked as a diplomat, serving as the U.S. Consul in Germany and later in Scotland. Despite facing financial difficulties later in life, Harte remained a prolific writer until his death on May 5, 1902, in London, England. Bret Harte's contributions to American literature have had a lasting impact, particularly in the Western genre. His stories of the American frontier remain celebrated for their narrative quality, character portrayal and cultural significance.Bret Harte's legacy as a pioneer of Western literature endures, with his stories continuing to be read and appreciated for their rich depiction of frontier life and the human condition.
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