SEEING CHICAGO 127 



here and there; a hurdy-gurdy passes not too 

 near, a carriage appears now and then. 



At Chicago avenue we turn east and enter the 

 Lake Shore drive at the old water works. 



I can never pass the water works without a 

 thrill of delightful memories. One of my childish 

 wonder-journeys was from the West Side over 

 to this then-used water tower. We went, a bevy 

 of children, unattended, and each way we must 

 cross the river twice! 



The going was a wonderful Arabian Nights' 

 adventure ! We had our choice between crossing 

 the river on one of the old wooden bridges turned 

 by one or two men pushing on a long lever, or 

 going through the brand-new tunnels; and never 

 was a decision harder to make. To go across 

 the bridge meant to see the busy river, jammed 

 with screaming tugs and tows great schooners 

 piled high with lumber most likely ; and we could 

 stand and watch them go one by one through the 

 draw. And after a while, when the bell rang 

 for another opening, we could scurry across with 

 the hurrying teams and step off with brave and 

 jaunty air, just as the bridge began to move; 

 or we could boldly remain upon it, regardless of 

 the bell and The Law, and be swung out into 

 midstream, where we could look down on the 



