![]() ![]() Too savage and cantankerous for a park, it was inadequately designated as a playground. Someday the hill might be bulldozed down, when greed had grown even greater than it is today and awe of primeval nature even less, but now it could still awaken panic terror. ![]() An observer below would have found it almost impossible to make out its jagged spine and the weird crags crowning its top (which even the gulls avoided) and breaking out here and there from its raw, barren sides, which although sometimes touched by fog, had not known the pelting of rain for months. But on the hill itself there was not a single light. On every side of Corona Heights the street and house lights of San Francisco, weakest at end of night, hemmed it in apprehensively, as if it were indeed a dangerous animal. But to the east, beyond the city's business center and the fog-surfaced Bay, the narrow ghostly ribbon of the dawn's earliest light lay along the tops of the low hills behind Berkeley, Oakland, and Alameda, and still more distant Devil's Mountain-Mount Diablo. ![]() The waxing gibbous moon had set, and the stars at the top of the black heavens were still diamond sharp. It looked steadily downward and northeast away at the nervous, bright lights of downtown San Francisco as if it were a great predatory beast of night surveying its territory in patient search of prey. ![]() The solitary, steep hill called Corona Heights was black as pitch and very silent, like the heart of the unknown. ![]()
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