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Byways Around San Francisco Bay by William E. Hutchinson
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No wonder they gave it such a gruesome name.

In such a place one would expect to see the bleaching bones of
sailors, lost at sea, or the broken and dismantled hulk of a galleon,
half buried in the sand. A shadow crosses our vision, and slowly there
comes to our sight a shark, that scavenger of the deep, a fitting spot
for such as he to come upon the stage. Slowly he passes, turning
partly on his side, showing the cruel mouth with rows of serrated
teeth. His eyes look at us as if in anger at being cheated of his
prey, then on he glides like a specter, and with a flirt of his tail
as he waves us adieu, he passes out of sight. We breathe a sigh of
thanksgiving that the boat is between us and this hideous, cruel
monster, and another sigh of regret as our boat touches the wharf, to
think that the trip is so soon ended. Truly, "those who go down into
the sea in ships" have wonders revealed to them such as were never
dreamed of in the mind of man.




[Illustration]

Fog on the Bay


One could hardly find a more perfect morning than this in early March.
The sun was heralded over the hills in a blaze of glory; meadow larks
strung like beads on a telegraph wire were calling their cheery notes,
and robins were singing their overture to the morning sun.

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