Shrouded in Mysteries

Stranger at Golden Hill

Stranger at Golden Hill

by Joy De Weese Wehen (Duell, Sloan and Pearce, 1961)

Jacket design: A/D Associates

 

"Through the tollgate—where the friendly guard wished them a nice day—and then they were setting out across the longest single-span bridge in the world. Melinda leaned back, watching the cables soar to the top of the 750-foot scarlet towers like the flight of a bird captured in steel.
   'But, Melinda,' exclaimed Robin, 'it's red! I thought it would be golden!'
   Melinda chuckled as the offshore wind plucked a curl from under her scarf. 'Sorry, Robin, but the Golden Gate was here long before 1937 when the bridge was built.' She pointed to their left where two points of land curved like welcoming hands to form the entrance to the Bay. 'That is the real Golden Gate. Of course it's not golden, either, but Frémont, who named it over a hundred years ago, was thinking of the Golden Horn of Constantinople. He said that someday this harbor would rival that one. And then just a year or two after he named it...gold was discovered here and all the world that came clamoring to the Gold Rush sailed in through the Golden Gate!'"