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In 1878 he was appointed United States Consul at Crefeld, Germany,
and after that date he resided, with little interruption, on the Continent
or in England. He was transferred to Glasgow in March, 1880, and
remained there until July, 1885. During the rest of his life he made his
home in London. His foreign residence is disclosed in a number of
prose sketches and tales and in one or two poems; but life abroad never
dimmed the vividness of the impressions made on him by the
experience of his early manhood when he partook of the elixir vitae of
California, and the stories which from year to year flowed from an
apparently inexhaustible fountain glittered with the gold washed down
from the mountain slopes of that country which through his
imagination he had made so peculiarly his own.
Mr. Harte died suddenly at Camberley, England, May 6, 1902.
CONTENTS
I. NATIONAL.
JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG
"HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?"

BATTLE BUNNY
THE REVEILLE
OUR PRIVILEGE
RELIEVING GUARD
THE GODDESS
ON A PEN OF THOMAS STARR KING
A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY
THE COPPERHEAD
A SANITARY MESSAGE
THE OLD MAJOR EXPLAINS
CALIFORNIA'S GREETING TO SEWARD
THE AGED STRANGER
THE IDYL OP BATTLE HOLLOW
CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD
POEM, DELIVERED ON THE FOURTEENTH ANNIVERSARY
OF CALIFORNIA'S ADMISSION INTO THE UNION
MISS BLANCHE SAYS
AN ARCTIC VISION
ST. THOMAS
OFF SCARBOROUGH
CADET GREY

II. SPANISH IDYLS AND LEGENDS.
THE MIRACLE OF PADRE JUNIPERO
THE WONDERFUL SPRING OF SAN JOAQUIN
THE ANGELUS
CONCEPCION DE ARGUELLO
"FOR THE KING"
RAMON
DON DIEGO OF THE SOUTH
AT THE HACIENDA
FRIAR PEDRO'S RIDE
IN THE MISSION GARDEN
THE LOST GALLEON
III. IN DIALECT.
"JIM"
CHIQUITA
DOW'S FLAT
IN THE TUNNEL
"CICELY"
PENELOPE
PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES

THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS
LUKE
"THE BABES IN THE WOODS"
THE LATEST CHINESE OUTRAGE
TRUTHFUL JAMES TO THE EDITOR
AN IDYL OF THE ROAD
THOMPSON OF ANGELS
THE HAWK'S NEST
HER LETTER
HIS ANSWER TO "HER LETTER"
"THE RETURN OF BELISARIUS"
FURTHER LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES
AFTER THE ACCIDENT
THE GHOST THAT JIM SAW
"SEVENTY-NINE"
THE STAGE-DRIVER'S STORY
A QUESTION OF PRIVILEGE
THE THOUGHT-READER OF ANGELS
THE SPELLING BEE AT ANGELS
ARTEMIS IN SIERRA

JACK OF THE TULES
IV. MISCELLANEOUS.
A GREYPORT LEGEND
A NEWPORT ROMANCE
SAN FRANCISCO
THE MOUNTAIN HEART'S-EASE
GRIZZLY
MADRONO
COYOTE
TO A SEA-BIRD
WHAT THE CHIMNEY SANG
DICKENS IN CAMP
TWENTY YEARS
FATE
GRANDMOTHER TENTERDEN
GUILD'S SIGNAL
ASPIRING MISS DELAINE
A LEGEND OF COLOGNE
THE TALE OF A PONY
ON A CONE OF THE BIG TREES

LONE MOUNTAIN
ALNASCHAR
THE TWO SHIPS
ADDRESS (OPENING OF THE CALIFORNIA THEATRE, SAN
FRANCISCO, JANUARY 19, 1870)
DOLLY VARDEN
TELEMACHUS VERSUS MENTOR
WHAT THE WOLF REALLY SAID TO LITTLE RED
RIDING-HOOD
HALF AN HOUR BEFORE SUPPER
WHAT THE BULLET SANG
THE OLD CAMP-FIRE
THE STATION-MASTER OF LONE PRAIRIE
THE MISSION BELLS OF MONTEREY
"CROTALUS"
ON WILLIAM FRANCIS BARTLETT
THE BIRDS OF CIRENCESTER
LINES TO A PORTRAIT, BY A SUPERIOR PERSON
HER LAST LETTER: BEING A REPLY TO "HIS ANSWER"
V. PARODIES.
BEFORE THE CURTAIN

TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL
THE BALLAD OF MR. COOKE
THE BALLAD OF THE EMEU
MRS. JUDGE JENKINS
A GEOLOGICAL MADRIGAL
AVITOR
THE WILLOWS
NORTH BEACH
THE LOST TAILS OF MILETUS
THE RITUALIST
A MORAL VINDICATOR
CALIFORNIA MADRIGAL
WHAT THE ENGINES SAID
THE LEGENDS OF THE RHINE
SONGS WITHOUT SENSE
VI. LITTLE POSTERITY.
MASTER JOHNNY'S NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR
MISS EDITH'S MODEST REQUEST
MISS EDITH MAKES IT PLEASANT FOR BROTHER JACK
MISS EDITH MAKES ANOTHER FRIEND

WHAT MISS EDITH SAW FROM HER WINDOW
ON THE LANDING
NOTES
POEMS
I. NATIONAL
JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG
Have you heard the story that gossips tell
Of Burns of
Gettysburg?--No? Ah, well:
Brief is the glory that hero earns,

Briefer the story of poor John Burns.
He was the fellow who won
renown,--
The only man who didn't back down
When the rebels
rode through his native town;
But held his own in the fight next day,

When all his townsfolk ran away.
That was in July sixty-three,

The very day that General Lee,
Flower of Southern chivalry,

Baffled and beaten, backward reeled
From a stubborn Meade and a
barren field.
I might tell how but the day before
John Burns stood at his cottage
door,
Looking down the village street,
Where, in the shade of his
peaceful vine,
He heard the low of his gathered kine,
And felt their
breath with incense sweet;
Or I might say, when the sunset burned

The old farm gable, he thought it turned
The milk that fell like a
babbling flood
Into the milk-pail red as blood!
Or how he fancied
the hum of bees
Were bullets buzzing among the trees.
But all such
fanciful thoughts as these
Were strange to a practical man like Burns,

Who minded only his own concerns,
Troubled no more by fancies
fine
Than one of his calm-eyed, long-tailed kine,--
Quite
old-fashioned and matter-of-fact,
Slow to argue, but quick to act.

That was the reason, as some folk say,
He fought so well on that
terrible day.

And it was