. Bret Harte's choice bits [electronic resource]. pride, the hope, the joy, theLuck, of Roaring Camp had disappeared. Theywere returning with sad hearts, when a shout fromthe bank recalled them. It was a relief-boat from down the river. Theyhad picked up, they said, a man and an infant,nearly exhausted, about two miles below. Didanybody know them, and did they belong here ? It needed but a glance to show them Kentucklying there, cruelly crushed and bruised, but stillholding the Luck of Roaring Camp in his they bent over the strangely-assorted pair, theysaw that the child was cold and p
. Bret Harte's choice bits [electronic resource]. pride, the hope, the joy, theLuck, of Roaring Camp had disappeared. Theywere returning with sad hearts, when a shout fromthe bank recalled them. It was a relief-boat from down the river. Theyhad picked up, they said, a man and an infant,nearly exhausted, about two miles below. Didanybody know them, and did they belong here ? It needed but a glance to show them Kentucklying there, cruelly crushed and bruised, but stillholding the Luck of Roaring Camp in his they bent over the strangely-assorted pair, theysaw that the child was cold and pulseless. He isdead, said one. Kentuck opened his eyes. Dead?he repeated, feebly. Yes, my man, and you are The Ludii of roaring camp, 33 dying too. A smile lit the eyes of the expiringKentuck. Dying, he repeated, hes a takingme with him,—tell the boys Ive got the Luck withme now; and the strong man, clinging to thefrail babe as a drowning man is said to cling to astraw, drifted away into the shadowy river thatflows for ever to the unknown
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