Bret harte the luck of roaring camp. Short Story: ‘The Luck of Roaring Camp’ by Bret Harte 2019-01-10

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The Luck of Roaring Camp by Bret Harte

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

In the harsh winter a swollen stream rushes through Roaring Camp, carrying away Stumpy's cabin and Lucky with it. And about two hundred dollars in gold and silver. I do not think that the announcement disturbed them much, except in speculation as to the fate of the child. It was less problematical than the ancient treatment of Romulus and Remus, and apparently as successful. 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.

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Bret Harte

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

Gamblers and adventurers are generally superstitious, and Oakhurst one day declared that the baby had brought “the luck” to Roaring Camp. But at that time she was the only woman in Roaring Camp, and was just then lying in sore extremity, when she most needed the ministration of her own sex. His formal schooling ended when he was 13, in 1849. It was remarkable that the argument partook of none of those fierce personalities with which discussions were usually conducted at Roaring Camp. There was something original, independent, even heroic about Stumpy's plan that pleased the men of Roaring Camp. When the body was deposited in the box, Tennessee's Partner drew over it a piece of tarred canvas, and gravely mounting the narrow seat in front, with his feet upon the shafts, urged the little donkey forward. And, doing so, suddenly he heard his own name called.

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The Luck of Roaring Camp by Bret Harte, 1870

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

He was known to be a gambler; he was suspected to be a thief. All of them were violent. The strongest man had but three fingers on his right hand; the best shot had but one eye. In that rare atmosphere of the Sierra foothills,--that air pungent with balsamic odor, that ethereal cordial at once bracing and exhilarating,--he may have found food and nourishment, or a subtle chemistry that transmuted ass's milk to lime and phosphorus. Beside the candle-box was placed a hat.

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The Luck of Roaring Camp by Bret Harte

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

Again, Stumpy imposed a kind of quarantine upon those who aspired to the honor and privilege of holding “The Luck. There was some conjecture as to fitness, but the experiment was tried. Lying on the bottom of the rescue boat was Kentuck. When the morning broke, the cabin of Stumpy, nearest the river-bank, was gone. But they're mighty rough on strangers, and they worship an Ingin baby. When everybody else had gone to bed, he walked down to the river and whistled reflectingly. It could not have been a fight, for in 1805 that was not novel enough to have called together the entire settlement.

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The Luck of Roaring Camp Summary

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

Such was the golden summer of Roaring Camp. Only one incident occurred to break the monotony of the curious procession. The choir was properly trained, and Sandy Tipton was to stand godfather. Shadows of Sherlock Holmes, p. During these proceedings Stumpy maintained a silence as impassive as the dead on his left, a gravity as inscrutable as that of the newly born on his right.

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The Luck of Roaring Camp. Harte, Francis Bret. 1917. The Luck of Roaring Camp, The Outcasts of Poker Flat & The Idyl of Red Gulch. Vol. X, Part 4. Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

Perhaps in the minor details of fingers, toes, ears, etc. He appeared to be serenely happy, albeit there was an infantine gravity about him, a contemplative light in his round gray eyes, that sometimes worried Stumpy. It's playing it pretty low down on this yer baby to ring in fun on him that he ain't goin' to understand. ” A silence followed Stumpy’s speech. The snow lay deep on the Sierras, and every mountain creek became a river, and every river a lake. Your storyteller was Harry Monroe.

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Literary Analysis of Luck of Roaring

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

You read of rough gold miners, of pretty school teachers, and grizzly mountain men who showed up once in a while. The whole camp was collected before a rude cabin on the outer edge of the clearing. Many of these gold miners were criminals. It was first published in the August 1868 issue of the Overland Monthly and helped push Harte to international prominence. Harte's theme, that a village raises a child, is free of racial melodrama; Harte himself was an advocate for minorities. “I crep’ up the bank just now,” said Kentuck one day, in a breathless state of excitement, “and dern my skin if he was n’t a talking to a jay-bird as was a sittin’ on his lap.

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The Luck of Roaring Camp: Characters & Quotes

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

He was extricated without a murmur. I do not think that the announcement disturbed them much, except in speculation as to the fate of the child. The only outlet was a steep trail over the summit of a hill that faced the cabin, now illuminated by the rising moon. Anyone who wanted the honor of holding The Luck would have to wash daily. There was commotion in Roaring Camp. Did anybody know them, and did they belong here? Halfway down to the river's bank he again paused, and then returned and knocked at the door. A fire of withered pine-boughs added sociability to the gathering.


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The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Tales by Bret Harte

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

When he was young, his father, Henry, changed the spelling of the family name from Hart to Harte. The moon through the rifted clouds looked down upon what had been the camp. Again Stumpy imposed a kind of quarantine upon those who aspired to the honor and privilege of holding The Luck. People had been dismissed from the camp effectively, finally, and with no possibility of return; but this was the first time that anybody had been introduced ab initio. He now proposed to narrate the principal incidents of that poem--having thoroughly mastered the argument and fairly forgotten the words--in the current vernacular of Sandy Bar. And little animals would play nearby. In fact, he seemed to enjoy repeating it.

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Bret Harte, The Luck of Roaring Camp (1870)

bret harte the luck of roaring camp

The thought of deserting his weaker and more pitiable companions never perhaps occurred to him. As they bent over the strangely assorted pair, they saw that the child was cold and pulseless. The camp was jealous of its privileges and looked suspiciously on strangers. Oakhurst back to the fire with his usual calm. Brown of Calaveras -- Condensed novels: Muck-a-Muck: a modern Indian novel.

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