His capacity for absorption was marvelous.  At the age of about twenty he spent less than a year in the foot-hills of the Sierras, among pioneer miners, and forty-five years of literary output did not exhaust his impressions.  He somewhere refers to an “eager absorption of the strange life around me, and a photographic sensitiveness,” to certain scenes and incidents.”  “Eager absorption,” “photographic sensitiveness,” a rich imagination and a fine literary style, largely due to his mother, enabled him to win at his death this acknowledgment from the “London Spectator:”  “No writer of the present day has struck so powerful and original a note as he has sounded.”

Francis Bret Harte was born in Albany, New York, August 25, 1836.  His father was a teacher and translator; his mother a woman of high character and cultivated tastes.  His father having died, he, when nine, became an office boy and later a clerk.  In 1854 he came to California to join his mother who had married again, arriving in Oakland in March of that year.  His employment for two years was desultory.  He worked in a drug store and also wrote for Eastern magazines.  Then he went to Alamo in the San Ramon Valley as tutor — a valued experience.  Later in 1856 he went to Tuolumne County where, among other things, he taught school, and may have been an express messenger.  At any rate, he stored his memory with material that ten years later made him and the whole region famous.

In 1857 he went to Humboldt County where his sister was living.  He was an interesting figure, gentlemanly, fastidious, reserved, sensitive, with a good fund of humor, a pleasant voice and a modest manner.  He seemed poorly fitted for anything that needed doing.  He was willing, for I saw him digging post holes and building a fence with results somewhat unsatisfactory.  He was more successful as tutor for two of my boy friends.  He finally became printers’ devil in the office of the “Northern Californian,” where he learned the case, and incidentally contributed graceful verse and clever prose.

He returned to San Francisco early in 1860 and found work on the “Golden Era,” at first as compositor and soon as writer.  In May, 1864, he left the “Golden Era” and joined others in starting “The Californian.”  Two months later he was made editor of the new “Overland Monthly.”  The second number contained “The Luck of Roaring Camp.”  It attracted wide attention as a new note.  Other stories and poems of merit followed.  Harte’s growing reputation burst in full bloom when in 1870 he filled a blank space in the “Overland” make-up with “The Heathen Chinee.”  It was quoted on the floor of the Senate and gained world-wide fame.  He received flattering offers and felt constrained to accept the best.  In February, 1871, he left California.  A Boston publisher had offered him $10,000 for whatever he might write in the following year.  Harte accepted, but the output was small.

For seven years he wrote spasmodically, eking out his income by lecturing and newspaper work.  Life was hard.  In 1878 he sailed for Europe, having been appointed consular agent at Crefeld, Prussia, about forty miles north of Cologne.  In 1880 he was made Consul at Glasgow, where he remained five years.  His home thereafter was London, where he continued his literary work until his death in March, 1902.