And through it all, confused, driven into a madness of motion, thundered the great smoking seas from San Pablo Bay.
I had got into San Pablo Bay, where it was all plain sailing.
No trains were running, but the drawbridge that separated the marsh from San Pablo Bay opened as usual.
Including San Pablo Bay, it has a length of about fifty-five miles, and varies in breadth from three to twelve miles.
Two hours afterward, on San Pablo Bay, the wind was piping up and we were reefing down.
To make it worse, the wind howled up San Pablo Bay for fifteen miles and drove in a tremendous sea upon the tide-rip.
In the crew of the fishing boat that conveyed them across San Pablo Bay was a spy.