Golden Gate : biography of a bridge / Allen Brown.

Illustrated with photographs.--T.p.

Men who built the Golden Gate Bridge did not think of themselves as daredevils. To them, it was a job--one that they were mightty happy to have. It was work to go to and, if they were careful and lucky, to come home from. They would learn courage later, when they straddled the tops of steels towers a dizzying 746 feet above the water, when their eyes were burned and their blood was poisoned by the fumes of red lead paint in claustrophobic tower cels, when they scampered down the bridge's swooping cables, or descended below the level of the Gate's ruching waters to the cham's floor. Then they would learn courage. And then sone would laugh and say it was nothing at all. But others would die.