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The American consul for Schlachtstadt had just turned out of the broad Konig's Allee into the little square that held his consulate. Its residences always seemed to him to wear that singularly uninhabited air peculiar to a street scene in a theatre. The facades, with their stiff, striped wooden awnings over the windows, were of the regularity, color, and pattern only seen on the stage, and conversation carried on in the street below always seemed to be invested with that perfect confidence and security which surrounds the actor in his painted desert of urban perspective. Yet it was a peaceful…mehr

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The American consul for Schlachtstadt had just turned out of the broad Konig's Allee into the little square that held his consulate. Its residences always seemed to him to wear that singularly uninhabited air peculiar to a street scene in a theatre. The facades, with their stiff, striped wooden awnings over the windows, were of the regularity, color, and pattern only seen on the stage, and conversation carried on in the street below always seemed to be invested with that perfect confidence and security which surrounds the actor in his painted desert of urban perspective. Yet it was a peaceful change to the other byways and highways of Schlachtstadt which were always filled with an equally unreal and mechanical soldiery, who appeared to be daily taken out of their boxes of "caserne" or "depot" and loosely scattered all over the pretty linden-haunted German town. There were soldiers standing on street corners; soldiers staring woodenly into shop windows; soldiers halted suddenly into stone, like lizards, at the approach of Offiziere; Offiziere lounging stiffly four abreast, sweeping the pavement with their trailing sabres all at one angle. There were cavalcades of red hussars, cavalcades of blue hussars, cavalcades of Uhlans, with glittering lances and pennons-with or without a band-formally parading; there were straggling "fatigues" or "details" coming round the corners;
Autorenporträt
Bret Harte was a well-known poet and author from the United States who made significant literary achievements in the American West during the Gold Rush era. Harte moved to California in 1854, after moving to Albany, New York, on August 25, 1836, and immersed himself in the vibrant social and cultural environment of the Gold Rush. Harte started writing as an editor, journalist, and teacher. He rose to national notoriety when he took over as editor of "The Overland Monthly," a literary journal located in San Francisco, in 1868. His short stories-"The Luck of Roaring Camp" and "The Outcasts of Poker Flat," in particular-were widely praised for their realistic depictions of frontier life and their exploration of morality, humanity, and the effects of unexpected wealth. Harte eventually came under fire for departing from the frontier genre, even though his early writings frequently romanticized the Wild West. His impact persisted despite controversy, and he left a lasting impression on American literature.