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Bargemen, watermen and deck hands alike make
ready for nightfall as cabin
lanterns and anchor lights wirk across the harbor. The Cohota,
newly arrived from Boston, rides at anchor with wet sails drying
in the Pacific breeze wafting across Yerba Buena Cove. To the
northwest, the sun slips silently behind Telegraph Hill, enfolding
the infant city of San Francisco in a gold rush twilight |
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