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ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



Our bags were filled with nuts from the tall 

 hickory and walnut trees, and as the great sun 

 began to decline we found a grassy opening 

 among the trees by a quiet road. Baskets were 

 opened, a fire was lighted, and in the gathering 

 twilight, with the cold evening wind rising, we 



ate, half-hungrily, half-worshipfully. The chil- 

 dren frisked about the fire, roasting red-hots, 

 (save the mark !) and all supremely happy. 



Then in the dusk we gathered the fragments, 

 offered them up in one blaze of red and yellow 

 flame, and sought again our god of the autumn. 

 In the west the evening star glowed alone. In 

 the east the harvest moon rose full and yellow. 

 And between them we were driven back the long 



