'copy'.

"I remember that it was very hastily but very honestly written, and it
is fair to add that it was not until later that I knew for the first
time that those gentle and wonderful eyes, which I was thinking of as
being closed forever, had ever rested kindly upon a line of mine."

The poem itself breathes reverence for "The Master" throughout. To
residents of California, who revel in the outdoor life of her mountains
& valleys, the poem has a particular attraction for its camp-fire spirit
which to us seems part and parcel of that outdoor life. It is a far
cry, perhaps, from the camp-fires of 1849 to the camp-fires of 1922,
but surely the camp-fire spirit is the same with us in our Western
wonderland today as it was with those rough old miners who sat around
the logs under the pines after a day of arduous and oft disappointing
toil. Surely the visions we see, the lessons we read in the camp-fire
glow, are much the same as they were then. Surely we build the same
castles in the air, draw the same inspirations from it. Biographer
Forster pays the poem this tribute:

"It embodies the same kind of incident which had so affected the master
himself in the papers to which I have referred; it shows the gentler
influences which, in even those California wilds, can restore outlawed
'roaring campers' to silence and humanity; and there is hardly any
form of posthumous tribute which I can imagine likely to have better
satisfied his desire of fame than one which should thus connect with the
special favorite among all his heroines the restraints and authority
exerted by his genius over the rudest and least civilized of competitors
in that far, fierce race for wealth."