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ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



now lulled by the quiet caresses of the water 

 against the keel, or by the calls of the innumer- 

 able birds of rest or of passage that find a safe 

 refuge on the wooded island, even the fairy Wooded 

 Island of eighteen ninety-three. 



Over Jackson Park still hovers a faint shadow 

 of regret for the departed glory of the Dream 



City. Go rowing with one who can be very 

 quiet, when the band is playing, and the harvest- 

 moon hangs over the park, and as you float 

 among the shadows of some sequestered nook, 

 there will rise before your reverie the whole 

 exquisite picture of the most beautiful creation that 

 man has ever made to grace this great round ball. 

 One must go to Jackson Park many times in 



