The boy travellers in the Far East : adventures of two youths ... - Library

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tlie ship. Promptly at the advertised time the huge craft was under way.
The crowd on the dock cheered as she moved slowly on, and they cheered
again as she gathered speed and ploughed the water into a track of foam.
The cheers grew fainter and fainter; faces and forms were no longer to
be distinguished ; the waving of hats and kerchiefs ceased ; the long dock
became a speck of black against the hilly shore, and the great city faded
from sight.
DROPPING THE PILOT.
Overhead was the immense blue dome of the sky ; beneath and
around were the waters of San Francisco Bay. On the right was Monte
Diablo, like an advanced sentinel of the Sierras ;
and on the left were the
sand-hills of the peninsula, covered with the walls and roofs of the great
city of the Pacific Coast. The steamer moved on and on through the
Golden Gate ;
and in less than an hour from the time of leaving the dock,
she dropped her pilot, the gangway passage Was closed, and her prow
pointed to tlie westward for a voyage of five thousand miles.
"What a lovely picture !" said the Doctor, as he waved his hand tow-
ards the receding shore.