The base of the fountain shows a procession of beasts — the bear, the cynocephalus ape, the lion.
Upholding Beauty and the Beast are fauns and satyrs, playing on their pipes.
Walk down the colonnades and take note of the coupled smoked ivory pilasters on the pink ground.
A fawn-colored ceiling has suspended from it Italian bronze lanterns — the bronze suggestive of the color of the blue eucalyptus. At night these lanterns glow with color.
In front of the Court of Flowers is “The American Pioneer,” a fine meaningful equestrian figure, by Solon Borglum of Ogden, Utah.
I am taking the liberty of quoting Secretary Lane’s inspiring words given at the opening of the Exposition — a fine retrospect that we must not lose sight of when we look upon the determined woodsman of the early American life:
As I went through these grounds yesterday, I looked for some symbol that would tell me the true significance of this moment, I saw that the sculptor had carved prophets, priests and kings; he had carved the conquerors of the earth, the birds in the air and the fish in the sea. He had gone into legend and history for his symbols, but in none of these did I find the suggestion that I sought.
I found, however, in the court that lies before us, the simple, modest figure hidden behind some soldiers — a gaunt, slim, plodding figure, and I said to myself, there is the figure that represents this day, for without the American pioneer we would not be here this day, no banners would be flying, no bands playing.
He has-lived for centuries and centuries. He took sail with Ulysses and he was turned back. He took sail with Columbus, and when he heard that sailor shout, “Sail on and on,” his heart was glad; but Columbus found his way barred, and then this pioneer landed at Plymouth Rock, and with that band of oxen he has trudged his way across the continent, he has gone through the sodden forests, where Nature for a thousand years has conspired to make his pathway impossible.
He has gone through the icy streams, climbed the mountains, tracked his way over the plains, over the land where there is no horizon, gone through the gorges where the Titans have been, and at last he has got it, beside the Golden Gate, beside the sunset sea, and founded himself this city, this beautiful city of dreams that have come true. And he has done more than that, he has gathered around himself his sons, and now they set themselves down here to tell each other tales of their progress through the centuries.
The sons of the pioneers — theirs be the glory today, for they have slashed the continent in two, they have cut the land that God made as with a knife, they have made the seas themselves to lift the ships across the barriers and mountains, and this accomplishment we celebrate.