Throughout his life, it will be seen, he continued to write of the old California days, of a régime which has long since passed away, but which he immortalised. It was Harte’s rare privilege to be the first to work in a mine which has yielded rich ores to many since his day; to write of an elemental, half-savage life in which convention was all but unknown, and the background of which was the rugged simplicity and majesty of the Sierras. “His actual discovery,” says Mr. Logan, “was Nature in an aspect always grand, sometimes awful, at a moment when her primeval solitude was invaded by a host that had cast human relationships behind, and came surging towards an unknown land, all under the sway of a devouring passion--the thirst for gold.” He had his own way (possibly influenced by Dickens) of presenting these rough scenes. He did not idealise this primitive life; he did not as a rule weave it into romance (even Mr. Boyesen cites only “Gabriel Conroy” as a romantic novel); he did not seek to interpret it or to make it symbolise religious or moral ideas. To him it was a very real world; and with true eye and sure touch he sought to portray it impartially, as it was; the reader might draw his own moral--if he happened to need one. It is this unerring instinct of the artist that places Harte in the ranks of the greater story-tellers. His powers, however, had their limitations. He found himself unable to sustain interest in a long story. “Gabriel Conroy,” though it contains interesting scenes and some of his best characters, is quite without unity--a bundle of impressions in which the same characters are presented hardly twice alike. He has been criticised, too, for endowing otherwise worthless characters with some marked virtue; but perhaps it is only fair to say, with Mr. Logan, that “the virtue is generally a primitive one, and is rarely either inconsistent or improbable.” In his later years, Harte did little to increase his reputation. The same characters, the same types, appear again and again; but there is no added source of interest, no maturer observation of men and manners. His reputation continues to rest on the score of early tales, terse and full of energy, with which he dazzled and delighted the reading public of the later sixties and the seventies.