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Excerpt: "The cold of foot-hill California in the month of January held the night. The occupants of the surrey were too cramped and stiffened by it, and too uncomfortably enwrapped against it, to speak. Silence as complete as that which lay like a spell on the landscape brooded over them. At the last stopping place, Chinese Gulch, a scattering of houses six miles behind them on the mountain road, they had halted at the main saloon, and whisky and water had been passed to the driver and to the burlier figure on the back seat. The watchers that thronged to the saloon door had eyed the third…mehr

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Excerpt: "The cold of foot-hill California in the month of January held the night. The occupants of the surrey were too cramped and stiffened by it, and too uncomfortably enwrapped against it, to speak. Silence as complete as that which lay like a spell on the landscape brooded over them. At the last stopping place, Chinese Gulch, a scattering of houses six miles behind them on the mountain road, they had halted at the main saloon, and whisky and water had been passed to the driver and to the burlier figure on the back seat. The watchers that thronged to the saloon door had eyed the third occupant of the carriage with the intent, sheepish curiosity of the isolated man in presence of the stranger female. Afterward, each one was voluble in his impressions of her face, pale in the smoky lamplight, and the hand that slid, small and white, out of its loose glove when the warming glass was offered her. Since then both she and her companion had leaned back in their several corners and preserved an unbroken silence. Even the driver's tongue had showed the benumbing effects of the darkness and cold, and the flow of conversation with which, earlier in the day, he had entertained his fares, gradually languished and died."

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Geraldine Bonner was born on Staten Island, New York, into a literary environment shaped by her father, John Bonner, a journalist and historical writer. Her early years were marked by a significant move to Colorado, where she experienced life in mining camps, a setting that would later influence much of her fiction. After relocating to San Francisco, she began her professional writing career at the Argonaut newspaper in 1887. Bonner's writing extended beyond novels into short stories that appeared in prominent periodicals such as Collier's Weekly, Harper's Weekly, Harper's Monthly, and Lippincott's. Her literary contributions reflect a deep engagement with themes of social structure, isolation, and the American experience, particularly within mining and frontier communities. Geraldine Bonner died in New York City on June 18, 1930, leaving behind a diverse body of work shaped by both rugged landscapes and human complexity. Her parents' names include John Bonner and his spouse, though her mother's name is not recorded.