Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting, The river sang below; The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting Their minarets of snow. --Dickens in Camp. Reminiscences of Bret Harte. "Plain Language From Truthful James." The Glamour of the Old Mining Towns…
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