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away, across and along both. Great valleys they 

 are, bearing witness to the immense streams of 

 icy water that once rushed past to warm itself 

 in the southern gulf. Now there is but the little 

 Desplaines in the one, and the tiny Feeder in the 

 other. 



Wander back into the woods and you will find 

 rolling pasture land, a small pond where the 

 cattle find refreshment, and steepsided pictur- 

 esque ravines where little brooks run down to 

 the great valley. 



Here, far from prying eyes, you may sit on a 

 bowlder and deliciously dabble your hands and 

 your feet in the cool water, while those of the 

 swimming sex escape to one of the old quarry 

 holes a mile away in the valley bottom. 



Two articles of raiment I hate with a most un- 

 Christian hatred. They are hats and shoes. A 

 hat I can never regard as anything but an un- 

 pleasant joke, and I am revelling in the fad 

 that now permits a woman to go about with- 

 out millinery and not be accounted insane. May 

 it prove more than a fad! Shoes I regard as an 

 atrocity impervious boxes, shaped without refer- 

 ence to that which they are to contain. From 

 them, alas, there seems to be only the present 

 temporary escape. 



