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ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



the cold creeps running down, or rather, along 

 their backs. I know, because I have done it. 

 If it is still noon-hour and the workmen are gone, 

 they will descend the long shaky ladders into 



the depths of the quarry to frisk in the pond of 

 clear spring water, and to look for fossils and 

 crystals, and the black "rock gum" that they 

 would scorn to chew anywhere else, but delight in 

 here. Perhaps the workmen, when they return, 



