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Across the Plains

LEAVES FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF AN EMIGRANT BETWEEN NEW YORK AND SAN FRANCISCO MONDAY. – It was, if I remember rightly, five o’clock when we were all signalled to be present at the Ferry Depot of the railroad. An emigrant…

The Cayote

by Mark Twain Another night of alternate tranquillity and turmoil.  But morning came,by and by.  It was another glad awakening to fresh breezes, vast expansesof level greensward, bright sunlight, an impressive solitude utterlywithout visible human beings or human habitations, and…

Holding up a Train

by O. HenryNote.  The man who told me these things was for sev­eral years an out­law in the South­west and a fol­lower of the pur­suit he so frankly de­scribes. His de­scrip­tion of the modus operandi should prove in­ter­est­ing, his coun­sel…

The Pimienta Pancakes

by O. Henry While we were round­ing up a bunch of the Tri­an­gle-O cat­tle in the Frio bot­toms a pro­ject­ing branch of a dead mes­quite caught my wooden stir­rup and gave my ankle a wrench that laid me up in camp…

Wan Lee, The Pagan

by Bret Harte As I opened Hop Sing’s letter, there fluttered to the ground a square strip of yellow paper covered with hieroglyphics, which, at first glance, I innocently took to be the label from a pack of Chinese fire-crackers.…

Tennessee’s Partner

by Bret HarteI do not think that we ever knew his real name.  Our ignorance ofit certainly never gave us any social inconvenience, for at SandyBar in 1854 most men were christened anew.  Sometimes theseappellatives were derived from some distinctiveness…

Miggles

by Bret HarteWe were eight, including the driver.  We had not spoken during thepassage of the last six miles, since the jolting of the heavyvehicle over the roughening road had spoiled the Judge’s lastpoetical quotation.  The tall man beside the…

The Outcasts of Poker Flat

by Bret HarteAs Mr. John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street ofPoker Flat on the morning of the twenty-third of November, 1850, hewas conscious of a change in its moral atmosphere since thepreceding night.  Two or three men, conversing…

The Luck of Roaring Camp

by Bret HarteThere was commotion in Roaring Camp. It could not have been a fight,for in 1850 that was not novel enough to have called together theentire settlement. The ditches and claims were not only deserted, but”Tuttle’s grocery” had contributed…

Journalism in Tennessee

by Mark Twain  The editor of the Memphis Avalanche swoops thus mildly down upon acorrespondent who posted him as a Radical:–“While he was writingthe first word, the middle, dotting his i’s, crossing his t’s, andpunching his period, he knew he…