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of the upper world and how pale and unreal the 

 white daylight after the red glare of the noisy 

 gas jets that flared and smoked in the fierce 

 draughts that always swept through! 



And to go to the water works and back we 

 had to cross the river four times ! 



Sometimes we meant to go to Lincoln Park, but 

 we seldom got farther than the water works. We 

 climbed the dizzy winding iron stair to the top, 

 and looked down over the city. A four-story 

 building was very high; a six-story was the limit 

 of human imagination. But here we were, 

 higher yet, grandly higher! High heaven itself 

 does not seem so lofty now. 



Then, having descended, we stood enthralled 

 by the great, polished, throbbing engines, ate 

 our luncheon in the little park about the place or 

 down on the shore, and then, turning homeward, 

 twice more crossed the river. 



When we did go on as far as the park to see 

 the bears that then constituted the zoological 

 garden, it was through the old burying ground. 

 Today, as we ride over the spot in our automobile, 

 there is just one tomb left, and about it in the 

 sunshine there is life and stir and holiday gaiety. 



The drives of the park are crowded on a pleas- 

 ant afternoon, and not the least gay of the drivers 



