Upon Bruno the change came later: but it was completed in both before they reached the
golden gate, through which I knew it would be impossible for me to follow.
Close by is the
Golden Gate, in the Temple wall--a gate that was an elegant piece of sculpture in the time of the Temple, and is even so yet.
"How about this here tide that's rushin' out through the
Golden Gate?" he demanded, or bellowed, rather.
Wasn't the pilot boat Annie Mine sunk by a whale right in the
Golden Gate? Didn't I sail in as a youngster, second mate on the brig Berncastle, into Hakodate, pumping double watches to keep afloat just because a whale took a smash at us?
Eleven days later, on the 3rd of December, the General Grant entered the bay of the
Golden Gate, and reached San Francisco.
Far Tamalpais, barely seen in the silver haze, bulked hugely by the
Golden Gate, the latter a pale gold pathway under the westering sun.
From the sandspit the way led out through the
Golden Gate to the vastness of adventure of all the world, where battles would be fought, not for old shirts and over stolen salmon boats, but for high purposes and romantic ends.
But if home be the other kind, let it be wide and long--enter you at the
Golden Gate, hang your hat on Hatteras, your cape on Cape Horn and go out by the Labrador.
The air is an unstable medium at best, and quite without warning, at an acute angle, he entered an aerial tide which he recognized as the gulf stream of wind that poured through the drafty-mouthed
Golden Gate. His right wing caught it first--a sudden, sharp puff that lifted and tilted the monoplane and threatened to capsize it.
Today I was notified that a woman of the middle class would be killed in
Golden Gate Park, in faraway San Francisco.
To the south was Mount Tamalpais, and, yes, he was right, fifty miles away, where the draughty winds of the Pacific blew in the
Golden Gate, the smoke of San Francisco made a low-lying haze against the sky.
The tide flowed and ebbed; the sun rose and set; regularly each afternoon the brave west wind came romping in through the
Golden Gate, darkening the water, cresting tiny wavelets, making the sailboats fly.