A little licking flame, high up on the wooded slopes of Mount Tamalpais above San Francisco's Golden Gate, one day last week, started eating through timber dried by months of drought. A strong wind whistled to its aid. Soon Mount Tamalpais' long north and east slopes were ablaze.
Down in Mill Valley, rich householders and poor looked upward in common alarm. From across the bay San Franciscans could see the reddened, angry sky, the fire marching down the mountainside. Around the bay went the alarm, brought boats with firemen, U. S. Rangers, soldiers...
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