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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…mehr

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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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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.