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My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in 
front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road
 that appeared between the backs of the villas.  Mrs. Elphinstone 
suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up 
above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky.  The 
tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of 
many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the 
staccato of hoofs.  The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the
 crossroads.<br />
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"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Elphinstone.  "What is this you are driving us into?"<br />
My brother stopped.<br />
<br />
For the main road was a boiling stream of people, a torrent of human 
beings rushing northward, one pressing on another.  A great bank of 
dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within
 twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually 
renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and 
women on foot, and by the wheels of vehicles of every description.<br />
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"Way!" my brother heard voices crying.  "Make way!"</blockquote>
It was like riding into the smoke of a fire to approach the meeting 
point of the lane and road; the crowd roared like a fire, and the dust 
was hot and pungent.  And, indeed, a little way up the road a villa was 
burning and sending rolling masses of black smoke across the road to add
 to the confusion.<br />
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Two men came past them.  Then a dirty woman, carrying a heavy bundle and
 weeping.  A lost retriever dog, with hanging tongue, circled dubiously 
round them, scared and wretched, and fled at my brother's threat.<br />
<br />
So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to 
the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in 
between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, 
grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, 
and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was 
swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.<br />
"Go on!  Go on!" cried the voices.  "Way!  Way!"<br />
<br />
One man's hands pressed on the back of another.  My brother stood at the
 pony's head.  Irresistibly attracted, he advanced slowly, pace by pace,
 down the lane.<br />
<br />
"To think of it! I've seen this beach alive with men, women, and  <b>children on a pleasant Sunday</b>.
 And there weren't any bears to eat them  up, either. And right up there
 on the cliff was a big restaurant where  you could get anything you 
wanted to eat. Four million people lived in  San Francisco then. And 
now, in the whole city and county there aren't  forty all told. And out 
there on the sea were ships and ships always to  be seen, going in for 
the Golden Gate or coming out. And airships in the  air—dirigibles and 
flying machines. They could travel two hundred miles  an hour. The mail 
contracts with the New York and San Francisco Limited  demanded that for
 the minimum. There was a chap, a Frenchman, I forget  his name, who 
succeeded in making three hundred; but the thing was  risky, too risky 
for conservative persons. But he was on the right clew,  and he would 
have managed it if it hadn't been for the Great Plague.  When I was a 
boy, there were men alive who remembered the coming of the  first 
aeroplanes, and now I have lived to see the last of them, and that  
sixty years ago."<br />
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The old man babbled on, unheeded by the boys, who were long accustomed  
to his garrulousness, and whose vocabularies, besides, lacked the  
greater portion of the words he used. It was noticeable that in these  
rambling soliloquies his English seemed to recrudesce into better  
construction and phraseology. But when he talked directly with the boys 
 it lapsed, largely, into their own uncouth and simpler forms.<br />
<br />
"But there weren't many crabs in those days," the old man wandered on.  
"They were fished out, and they were great delicacies. The open season  
was only a month long, too. And now crabs are accessible the whole year 
 around. Think of it—catching all the crabs you want, any time you want,
  in the surf of the Cliff House beach!"<br />
<br />
A sudden commotion among the goats brought the boys to their feet. The  
dogs about the fire rushed to join their snarling fellow who guarded the
  goats, while the goats themselves stampeded in the direction of their 
 human protectors. A half dozen forms, lean and gray, glided about on 
the  sand hillocks and faced the bristling dogs. Edwin arched an arrow 
that  fell short. But Hare-Lip, with a sling such as David carried into 
battle  against Goliath, hurled a stone through the air that whistled 
from the  speed of its flight. It fell squarely among the wolves and 
caused them  to slink away toward the dark depths of the eucalyptus 
forest.
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