Photo by Pillsbury Picture Co. 



GRIZZLY GIANT TREE : MARIPOSA GROVE 



"It has been said that the sequoia is dying 

 out ; but expert testimony proves that it is not 

 only producing bountifully over large areas, 

 but also that the young growths win out in a 

 struggle for existence with the pine and fir 

 around them" (see text, page 73). 



ward, Occidental civilization has inun- 

 dated the Orient, and now comes the 

 backwash — first, in the form of national 

 exhibits from Japan and China that ex- 

 ceed in value those of any other princi- 

 pal power; second, in a fast-growing 

 commerce, the visible signs of which — 

 the great liners of the Toyo Kisen Kai- 

 sha and big, black freighters — are to be 

 seen heaving in and out of sight from 

 this court at any hour of the day. 



Without the canal the natural expan- 

 sion of trade with the Orient would have 

 done great things both for California and 

 the entire Pacific coast ; but its opening 

 has caused an acceleration that is with- 

 out parallel in history. In three months 

 the trade of San Francisco with Europe 

 increased 100 per cent; with New York 

 and Atlantic ports it rose 260 per cent ; 

 and whereas only three main lines of 

 steamships used the port previously to the 

 opening, 16 main lines have now estab- 

 lished regular sailings ; and though every 

 month brings still more lines, their ac- 

 commodations are insufficient for the 

 cargoes offered. Single vessels have left 

 as much as 2,000 tons on the wharves. 



WORLD'S NOBLEST MARINE VIEW 



It would almost seem that when Na- 

 ture lifted a spadeful out of the Coast 

 range and inundated a thousand square 

 miles of valley to form the largest har- 

 bor in the world she had in view the 

 present situation. Seen from any of San 

 Francisco's principal hills, the harbor 

 presents one of the world's noblest ma- 

 rine views. 



Directly opposite, Berkeley, Oakland, 

 Alameda, and Piedmont, the bay cities, 

 doze in the heat haze within a cradle of 

 tawny hills. Alcatraz Island and Yerba 

 Buena loom in the foreground through a 

 drift of mist. All along the water front 

 and far up the bay, tugs and fat-bodied 

 ferry - boats, liners from the Orient, 

 tramp steamers in from the canal, blunt- 

 nosed scows and the stern-wheel river 

 boats, lay a lace of white across the blue. 



From the wharves that thrust stubby 

 fingers into the stream uprises a forest 

 of masts. A glass would show a second 

 forest in the still waters of the Oakland 

 harbor. The whirr and rattle of winches, 

 stevedores' whistles, hysteria of a pile- 

 driver, clangor of bells and sirens punc- 



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