In the Carquinez Woods - Harte, Bret
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The sun was going down on the Carquinez Woods. The few shafts of sunlight that had pierced their pillared gloom were lost in unfathomable depths, or splintered their ineffectual lances on the enormous trunks of the redwoods. For a time the dull red of their vast columns, and the dull red of their cast-off bark which matted the echoless aisles, still seemed to hold a faint glow of the dying day. But even this soon passed. Light and color fled upwards. The dark interlaced treetops, that had all day made an impenetrable shade, broke into fire here and there; their lost spires glittered, faded,…mehr

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The sun was going down on the Carquinez Woods. The few shafts of sunlight that had pierced their pillared gloom were lost in unfathomable depths, or splintered their ineffectual lances on the enormous trunks of the redwoods. For a time the dull red of their vast columns, and the dull red of their cast-off bark which matted the echoless aisles, still seemed to hold a faint glow of the dying day. But even this soon passed. Light and color fled upwards. The dark interlaced treetops, that had all day made an impenetrable shade, broke into fire here and there; their lost spires glittered, faded, and went utterly out. A weird twilight that did not come from the outer world, but seemed born of the wood itself, slowly filled and possessed the aisles. The straight, tall, colossal trunks rose dimly like columns of upward smoke. The few fallen trees stretched their huge length into obscurity, and seemed to lie on shadowy trestles. The strange breath that filled these mysterious vaults had neither coldness nor moisture; a dry, fragrant dust arose from the noiseless foot that trod their bark-strewn floor; the aisles might have been tombs, the fallen trees enormous mummies; the silence the solitude of a forgotten past.
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Bret Harte (1836-1902) was an American author and poet known for his vivid portrayals of life in the American West during the 19th century. Born in Albany, New York, Harte moved to California during the Gold Rush era, where he worked as a miner, teacher, and journalist. His experiences in the Wild West provided inspiration for his literary career. Harte's early stories and poems captured the frontier atmosphere with realism and humor, often depicting the lives of miners, gamblers, and other colorful characters. He gained widespread acclaim for his short story "The Luck of Roaring Camp" (1868), which introduced his distinctive style and themes of rugged individualism and moral ambiguity. As an editor for "The Overland Monthly," Harte published his stories and poems, including "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" (1869) and "Miggles" (1869), which further solidified his reputation as a master of Western fiction. His works often explored the clash between frontier idealism and the harsh realities of life on the edge of civilization. Later in his career, Harte's literary output diversified to include essays, plays, and novels. He served as a U.S. Consul in Germany and Scotland, where he continued to write and publish prolifically. Despite controversy and critical shifts in reception later in life, Bret Harte's contributions to American literature left a lasting impact, influencing subsequent writers and contributing to the enduring mythology of the American West.