Excerpt from The Ice PilotOver that Bagdad of the West a thin drizzling mist swept like some fine seiner's net, over the Bay a fog hung.A man stood alone on the crest of Telegraph Hill. Below him the city stretched with its square-checked habitations its long, blurred lanes of lights, its trolley cars creeping like glow-worms up and down the slippery inclines.That evening the man had watched the sun go down in yellow splendour. He had seen the shadow of night chase the sunlight in a mad frolic beyond the edge of the world. He had noted - for his eyes were sharp - the fore-topsail of a Windjammer cut a square nick out of the horizon, and come like a scared white thing through the Golden (bate.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.