SAN FRANCISCO 113 nese city " of 10,000 inhabitants, but, in the day and early evening at least, the stranger may, if he prefers, pursue his curious way unattended. Un- less he approach a counter to buy, or pause to admire Heaven's Pledge in her parent's arms, he will pass unnoticed. At the junction of Market with Kearny and Geary Streets, a corner called in other days " Cape Horn " because it was so windy, there stands the fountain given to the city forty years ago by Lotta Crabtree in gratitude for affectionate loy- alty throughout her career. Situated in the midst of colossal office buildings, it is one of the very few links binding the old San Francisco to the modern. A tablet has been placed on the fountain to remind posterity that on a certain Christmas Eve a sister artist sang here to 100,000 people. Four blocks nearer the bay is the bronze Donahue monument, which is dedicated to mechanics in mem- ory of Peter Donahue, founder of the Union Iron Works. The sculptor, Douglas Tilden, was born in Chico, California, in 1860. Fever left him deaf and mute when a small child, but a divine justice matured within him the power to express his soul in plastic forms. The fire spared these figures manipulating the huge punch in whose maw is an armour-plate. The modelling of the workmen is alive and full of power. San Francisco has other
