24 ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



still sunshine, watching the gay flickers brighten- 

 ing the branches of the bare trees, and then take 

 up our march. 



All at once a cold breath of wind strikes us and 

 in a moment we are out on the sand beach at the 



base of a high clay bluff, with the cold gray 

 waves breaking in a surf at our feet. 



We must run to keep warm, or play our favorite, 

 time-honored game of "duck on the rock." 



