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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Adventures of Uncle Jeremiah and Family at the Great Fair + Their Observations and Triumphs + +Author: Charles McCellan Stevens (AKA 'Quondam') + +Release Date: December 26, 2006 [EBook #20184] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE JEREMIAH *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Verity White and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +book was produced from scanned images of public domain +material from the Google Print project.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<table cellpadding="5" summary="note"> +<tr> +<td class="note">Transcriber's note:<br /> Inconsistent hyphenation in the original document has been preserved.<br /> + Obvious typographical errors have been <ins class="correction" title="like this">corrected</ins>.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page1" id="page1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/image1.jpg" width="350" height="441" alt="image1" title="cover" /> +</div> + +<h6><span class="smcap">The Pastime Series</span>—Issued monthly. By subscription, $8.00 per annum. No. 108. June, 1893, +Entered at Chicago P. O. as second-class matter.</h6> + +<h4>Chicago<br /> +LAIRD & LEE, Publishers<br /> +1893</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page2" id="page2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 627px;"> +<img src="images/image2.jpg" width="627" height="350" +alt="image2" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"Apples, pears, bananas, sweet oranges."</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page3" id="page3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> + +<h3>The Adventures</h3> + +<h5>OF</h5> + +<h1>UNCLE JEREMIAH</h1> + +<h3>AND FAMILY</h3> + +<h5>AT THE</h5> + +<h2>Great Fair</h2> + +<h4><i>Their Observations and Triumphs</i></h4> + +<hr style="width: 10%" /> + +<h3><span class="smcap">By "Quondam"</span></h3> + +<hr style="width: 10%" /> + +<h4>With Sixty Illustrations</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 202px;"> +<img src="images/image3.jpg" width="202" height="250" alt="image3" title="Illustration" /> +</div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Chicago</span><br /> +LAIRD & LEE. <span class="smcap">Publishers</span><br /> +1898<br /> +</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page4" id="page4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 30px;"> +<img src="images/image4.jpg" width="23" height="20" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h5>COPYRIGHT, 1893, BY LAIRD & LEE</h5> + +<h5>(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)</h5> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 20px;"> +<img src="images/image5.jpg" width="20" height="19" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page5" id="page5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> + +<h5><i>To</i></h5> +<h4><i>UNCLE JEREMIAH AND FAMILY</i></h4> +<h5><i>And to</i></h5> +<h5><i>All those Interested</i></h5> +<h5><i>in the</i></h5> +<h4><i>WORLD'S COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION</i></h4> +<h5><i>This Book</i></h5> +<h5><i>Is Respectfully Dedicated</i></h5> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 21px;"> +<img src="images/image6.jpg" width="21" height="27" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page6" id="page6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 20px;"> +<img src="images/image5.jpg" width="20" height="19" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<table cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" width="60%" summary="contents"> + +<tr> +<td align="right">CHAPTER</td> +<td align="right"></td> +<td align="right">PAGE</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">I.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">On the Way</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">II.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Now for the Fair</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page20">20</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">III.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Around the World for Twenty Cents</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">IV.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Escort and Body Guard</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page38">38</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">V.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Columbia Avenue</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page51">51</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">VI.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Dancers of the Great City</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page63">63</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">VII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">On Board the "Illinois"</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page76">76</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">VIII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">La Rabida</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page87">87</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">IX.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">The Plaisance Prophecy</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page102">102</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">X.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Plaisance Society</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page113">113</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XI.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">A Startling Mystery</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Beauty Show</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page137">137</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XIII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Sunday and Conscience</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page148">148</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XIV.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Sight-seeing Galore</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page163">163</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XV.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">A Terrible Experience</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page174">174</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XVI.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">To Buy a Dog</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page183">183</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XVII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Cairo Street</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page194">194</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XVIII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Uncle in the Lock-up</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page205">205</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td align="right">XIX.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">The Lost Found</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#page220">220</a></td> +</tr> + +</table> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page7" id="page7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<h1>UNCLE JEREMIAH AND<br /> +FAMILY</h1> + +<h3>AT THE GREAT FAIR</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER I</i></h2> + +<h4>ON THE WAY</h4> + +<p>"Apples, pears, bananas, sweet oranges, five cents apiece."</p> + +<p>"Last call for dinner in the dining car."</p> + +<p>"Ah! this is comfortable," soliloquised Uncle Jeremiah. "All +the nations of the earth contribute to our appetites, and millions +are spent to transport us comfortably. Going to the World's Fair +with Mary's two children, me and Sarah. Say, stranger, what +time do you think we'll arrive?"</p> + +<p>"In about two hours if we are on time, but so many people are +crowding on, that I doubt if we can get there before six o'clock."</p> + +<p>Uncle Jeremiah had addressed his question to a good-natured +appearing young man just behind him who had been ostensibly +reading a newspaper but really covertly watching with admiring +glances Uncle Jeremiah's grand-daughter Fanny as she replaced +the fragments of a lunch back into the basket. Uncle was in a +communicative mood for he had just disposed of his share of +one of Aunt Sarah's admirable lunches and squared himself +round, as he called it, to talk with some one. Johnny was busy + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page8" id="page8">[Pg 8]</a></span> + +investigating a hole in the seat cushion and Aunt Sarah had laid +her head against the window frame and was calmly viewing the +flying scenery outside. The two seats turned together were occupied +by Uncle Jeremiah and his family and a number of bundles +and valises.</p> + +<p>"Yes, this is a great country; and, as I have lived in it nigh +onto sixty year and fit for it without seeing much of it but what +I tramped over with Sherman to the sea, I concluded to take the +whole world in at once by spending a month or so at the Exposition. +I told Sarah we'd take Mary's two children along, for I +didn't like to leave them so long with our hired help. Then +they'd be company for us. Mary was our girl, but she's dead +now, and so Johnny and Fanny must take her place. Me and +Sarah has worked hard for many a year, and we're going to +enjoy this trip ef it takes more 'n a dozen of my best Jerseys to +foot the bill. We've got the best farm and Jersey herd in Park +County, and I've made up my mind that we can afford it."</p> + +<p>The stranger laid down his paper and seemed much interested +in the talking farmer and his family. Fanny had stowed the +lunch basket away under the seat and wearily laid her head +against the back of the seat, unconscious of the respectful admiration +bestowed upon her from the gentleman in conversation with +her grandfather. Fanny was a very pretty miss, just reaching +womanhood, and unsullied in thought or conduct by the usual +desire for masculine attention. Her face was warm and full, +and her light wavy hair reached her shoulders and turned up at +the ends around her neck.</p> + +<p>Johnny was too industrious in his varied investigations to notice +much that was occurring about him. His keen eyes just a little +turned inward gave him the appearance of shrewdness that well +befitted him. He always investigated what he did not understand +and the World's Fair opened a field directly in his line.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page9" id="page9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> + +<p>"As I was saying. I've brought along enough money to get +everything we want and to enjoy life for once. I guess we can go +back home then contented and have enough to talk about for the +rest of our natural lives."</p> + +<p>Uncle's new-found friend was evidently a well-to-do commercial +traveler and there was something about him that won Uncle's +heart at once. It was not long till Uncle had relieved his mind +of all that bore on it about himself or his neighbors or his church. +Uncle was a deacon and he had many original ideas about the +social and religious economics of the world. The only pride he +had was in his Jerseys and in Fanny, and his only ambition was +to be considered a kind of Socrates by his neighbors.</p> + +<p>The commercial traveler did not have much of a chance to +talk, if he had been so inclined, but he listened with very +respectful attention to the odd observations of Uncle Jeremiah. +Uncle had not talked loud, but across the aisle were two young +men who seemed to be listening more intently than befitted their +opportunity to hear. They were faultlessly attired, and frequently +exchanged observations with each other in low tones, covertly +watching Uncle and his family as if they had become very +interesting personages. Presently one moved to a seat a little +nearer, and both apparently became absorbed in their own affairs.</p> + +<p>"But maybe I should beg pardon, Mister. I've been talking to +you all this time without introducing myself. I know it isn't just +the thing, but I'm not used to sassiety. I'm Jeremiah Jones, +and what is your name?"</p> + +<p>"My name is Hezekiah Moses," said the traveling man, +solemnly.</p> + +<p>"Ah," remarked Uncle, warmly, "that sounds a right smart +like a Jew name, but you don't look like a Jew. I Judge your +parents were very good people."</p> + +<p>"They were very pious people, and, of course, brought me up in + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page10" id="page10">[Pg 10]</a></span> + +the way I should go. You have quite a charming family."</p> + +<p>"There now, I knew you had good judgments and I am glad +for you to say so. Of course me and Sarah are too old to be +charming and Johnny is too bad, but I take no exceptions to +Fanny."</p> + +<p>Mr. Moses thoroughly agreed with Uncle on the latter observation.</p> + +<p>"Johnny is all right but only last week he was training one of +my Jersey calves to walk a plank like he saw the lions In the +circus and it fell off and broke its neck and that was not a month +after it had took the prize at our county fair. And, after I had +took him atween my knees and talked to him about his responsibility +to his Creator, he didn't wait two days till he cut off the +colt's tail so as to make it bobbed like the British and it kicked +and broke its leg on the cross bar. But I do believe he's got the +making of a man in him after all. I think he must be like his +father, though I never seed him. You see Mary she run off to +marry some man she fell in with when she went off to school, and +I forbid her letting him come to see her, for you see he might be +some city fortune hunter; but Mary said she knowed, and so one +day when we went to town somebody drove up to our house in a +buggy and I never seed her any more. I didn't think she ought +to take that way to somebody I didn't know. I must have been +hard hearted them days, but somehow I couldn't help it. Sarah +she went to see them lots of times over in the big town across in +Ohio but I couldn't leave Indiana and when Johnny was born +Mary she died a senden good words to me but I couldn't help it."</p> + +<p>The old man drew his sleeve across his eyes and continued, +"You see Mary's man was all broke down, and he told Sarah to +take the children and he'd go wandering around the world for a +year or two. Mary was the only child we had living, and when +she died I wanted to move away from where she used to play + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page11" id="page11">[Pg 11]</a></span> + +when she was a little girl, so in two years I got a good offer, and +I sold out. All four of us went to see my sister in the city, and +somehow didn't tell nobody where we were going, but I said I +thought we would go on to California. Well, I found a stock farm +in Illinois, and after a while we went back to our old home +visiting, and the old neighbors told us a nice looking man had +come soon after we left, and was nearly distracted to find us gone. +He advertised and spent lots of money trying to find us, but at +last went away broken-hearted. Then I sent Sarah right to Ohio, +but Mary's man had sold his big clothing store, and some said he +had gone to California, and others said one place and another, but +he couldn't be found. He never came back to our old home +place, nor to his old home place, for I've kept a writing ever +since. Somehow he had to give us up. It broke me all down, +and I've been doing all I could for the children. Fanny is +getting a good education, for our town has got to be a big one +now, and has a fine college in it; but I can't educate Johnny. +He's always experimenting and doing damage. Howsumever, +he's a great trader, and I'm going to give him a start some +time. Why, I gave him a shote a month ago, and I don't believe +there is a sled or a jack-knife in the hull neighborhood any more, +for Johnny's got them in our garret, but the pig is gone.</p> + +<p>"But say, Mr. Moses, you haven't said a word about your +business yet, and I've been a bragging about my farm and stock +for half an hour."</p> + +<p>"Don't worry about that, Mr. Jones. I haven't got much to +tell. I'm a traveling salesman for a Chicago house; and, like +you, I intend to rest up for a couple of weeks and see the Fair. +I am happy to say that I stand well with my firm, and I am to be +taken in as the junior member soon. The head of the firm has +been the friend to whom I owe all my advancement and advantage. +I hope sometime to settle down into a quiet business life + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page12" id="page12">[Pg 12]</a></span> + +and enjoy a home once more. Your talk takes me back to my +old Indiana home and its comforts."</p> + +<p>"Ah, that's it, Mr. Moses, it is plain your parents have given +your mind a good mold. Here, newsboy, just bring over to me +and Mr. Moses two of your best five cent cigars and we'll go into +the smoker and have a smoke. I don't never smoke cigars, but +these are extra days, and we can afford the luxuries."</p> + +<p>The idea seemed to amuse Mr. Moses, but he complied with +the request of the friendly farmer, and, with a good-natured wink +at the newsboy, took out a cigar and deftly stuck it into his +pocket as he pulled out one of his own.</p> + +<p>Uncle could find no change and without more ado took out a +roll of bills from his breast pocket. The smallest bill was ten +dollars but neither Mr. Moses nor the boy could change it. One +of the young men across the aisle volunteered to help them out of +the difficulty and counted the change into Uncle's hand. Just +then the newsboy's heel struck Mr. Moses' foot sharply and there +was a quick response. The change went into one of Uncle's +trouser's pockets and the roll of bills into the other, when he and +Mr. Moses went into the smoking car and were soon behind a +cloud of smoke.</p> + +<p>The newsboy came in presently and there were a few whispered +words between him and Mr. Moses.</p> + +<p>"Apples, pears, bananas, sweet oranges, here, five cents apiece."</p> + +<p>There was no sale for anything eatable in the smoker just then +and the boy returned to the rear cars.</p> + +<p>"You didn't notice when the gentleman across the aisle made +change for you that you got flim-flamed did you?"</p> + +<p>"That I got what?" said Uncle.</p> + +<p>"That you got flim-flamed. Did you count your change when +that young gent gave it to you? This is a money making +occasion you know and the gentry are on the make."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page13" id="page13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Of course I counted the money. Nobody gets me that way."</p> + +<p>"I'll bet a cigar that you haven't got over seven dollars of that +ten dollar bill."</p> + +<p>"It's a go," said Uncle as he thrust his hand into his pocket <ins class="correction" title="original: and and">and</ins> +drew out a handfull of coins. He laid his hat between his +knees and counted the money into it. "Six dollars, six fifty, six +seventy-five, seven, seven ten, seven fifteen."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/image7.jpg" width="350" height="345" +alt="image7" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"UNCLE AND MR. MOSES WERE SOON BEHIND A CLOUD OF SMOKE."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Ah, I've not got it all out of my pocket," and Uncle's hand dived +hastily into his trousers but came out empty. A look of consternation +came into his face as he looked at the laughing salesman.</p> + +<p>"Well, by Jove! I don't often lose my bets, but here, Uncle, is + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page14" id="page14">[Pg 14]</a></span> + +the cigar, for I've lost the bet. You have fifteen cents more +than seven dollars. I didn't watch that gent's counting as well +as I thought," and Uncle mechanically took the cigar he had so +generously given to Mr. Moses a few minutes before.</p> + +<p>"It's worth it, Mr. Moses, it's worth it. I don't begrudge the +fellow for his two dollars and six bits. I feel like I ought to go in +and thank him for the lesson."</p> + +<p>"Cigars, gentlemen, best Havanas. Here, old man, is the +rest uv yer change. The chappie back there wanted to kick, but +he couldn't stand me look. I don't 'low no working uv me +customers dat way. You see I wur next to him in a minute."</p> + +<p>"Ah, my boy, nobody can talk to me any more about dishonorable +newsboys. You keep that money. I won't have a cent of +it. I'm willin' to pay fer my teaching. And here's a dollar more +for you to go right back there and supply my folks with whatever +eating things you've got that they want.</p> + +<p>"You see, Mr. Moses, I know before I get through with them +Arabs and Esquimaux, and Indians and African savages at Chicago +I'm going to know a good deal more than I do now, and I +never in my life got something for nothing, and it's too late for +me to begin now."</p> + +<p>The first suburban station of the great World's Fair city was +now passed and Mr. Moses said he must return to his seat and +get his grip ready for leaving the train at the next station. He +gave Uncle a card on which was printed:</p> + +<table summary="card" cellpadding="5"> +<tr> +<td class="footnotes"><span style="padding-left: 5em"><i>William Warner</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: smaller"><i>With The Clarendon Company</i><br /><i>Wholesale Clothiers</i></span></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p>As he did so, he said, "Now Uncle, remember never to give +a chance to pickpockets or confidence men, watch your change + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page15" id="page15">[Pg 15]</a></span> + +and take directions only from those you know to be responsible +officers; and if at any time you need a friend, don't fail to call +at the office of the firm and present that card."</p> + +<p>They returned to their seats and a frown came over Mr. Moses' +face when he saw the companion of the disreputable money +changer glibly talking to Aunt Sarah and Fanny. The young man +bowed himself away very gracefully and went to his seat as Uncle +and Mr. Moses came up.</p> + +<p>Uncle gave Mr. Moses a hearty hand shake and God bless +you as he started for the car door; but, to the astonishment of Mr. +Moses Aunt Sarah and Fanny looked scornfully at him and did +not in any way acknowledge his parting salute.</p> + +<p>"Baggage, have your baggage checked?"</p> + +<p>"Well, what a town Chicago is, anyhow. Here they've sent a +man to take care of our baggage. Now, I call that all-fired +hospital. Get the checks quick, Sarah."</p> + +<p>"What hotel?" Inquired the agent.</p> + +<p>"We're not overly pertiklar. I was talkin' some with a young +fellow back here who said he was a hotel agent; but I don't mind +if I go where you say. How high are your rates?"</p> + +<p>"The Auditorium—as high as you want to go; the Northern, +fourteen stories, and the Palmer, out of sight."</p> + +<p>"Well, Mister, we don't want to go out of sight, and we don't +know how high we do want to go so I guess you'd better make it +fourteen stories."</p> + +<p>The agent took the checks, gave him some tickets and +passed on.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes a uniformed young man came along and +said:</p> + +<p>"Mr. Jones, I'd like very much to book you for one of our +down-town hotels. Every convenience, gas, baths, heat, and all +the modern appliances; near car lines that land you right at the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page16" id="page16">[Pg 16]</a></span> + +Exposition gates. Best place in the city. Take you right there +free of cost."</p> + +<p>"But how high is it?"</p> + +<p>"Only one dollar a day apiece and up as high as you want +to go."</p> + +<p>"Ah, that's it, young man. I see your mother taught you +United States. You see the <ins class="correction" title="original: buggage">baggage</ins> man said fourteen stories +and I didn't understand the city way of charging."</p> + +<p>"Shall I book you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"For how long?"</p> + +<p>"O we may stay a month. May be less."</p> + +<p>"Say two weeks."</p> + +<p>"All right."</p> + +<p>"Here's your ticket with coupons. Fifty-six dollars please."</p> + +<p>"But I haven't seen the place nor got the money's worth. I'm +Deacon Jones and I always pay my debts."</p> + +<p>"No difference, it's the rules."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Moses said not to deal only with responsible officers. +How may I be sure you are a responsible officer?"</p> + +<p>"I'll prove it by the conductor."</p> + +<p>The conductor was called and Uncle Jeremiah paid over his +money and received his printed directions.</p> + +<p>"Where are your baggage checks?"</p> + +<p>"O, I've already attended to that. I'll see to that myself."</p> + +<p>The hotel agent left and the two young men across the aisle +watched with satisfaction as Uncle folded his big roll of bills and +deposited them in his left trouser's pocket.</p> + +<p>"There it is—there is the White City," some one yelled, and +the people rose from their seats and looked at the most favored +spot of the earth as long as it could be seen. Houses flew by, +stations were passed; the placid lake, flecked with many boats, + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page17" id="page17">[Pg 17]</a></span> + +lapped the shore as with some friendly greeting. The great +buildings of Chicago's business center appeared in view, and the +end of their journey was near at hand.</p> + +<p>"<ins class="correction" title="original: "Chicago," all out!"">Chicago, all out!"</ins></p> + +<p>"Listen at 'em," said <ins class="correction" title="original: no comma after Uncle">Uncle</ins>, "they've got our money and now +they're goin' to put us off. But I guess we must be there."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/image8.jpg" width="350" height="317" alt="image8" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"UNCLE WAS BEING ROUGHLY HANDLED BY THE TWO MEN."</span> +</div> + +<p>All the people were standing as the magic words were yelled +in at the front door by the brakeman. Uncle Jeremiah had not +been as excited since he heard of the fall of Richmond.</p> + +<p>With a valise, packed almost to bursting, in each hand, Uncle +was preparing to do whatever he saw others do. The two +young men from across the aisle had also arisen and pressed into + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page18" id="page18">[Pg 18]</a></span> + +the crowd. One was directly in front of Uncle, and the one who +had made the false change had crowded himself between Uncle +and Aunt Sarah. The train slowed up as the depot was reached, +and all crowded toward the door. There was a low chirrup, and +Uncle was being roughly jostled about by the two men, when +there was a cry of "pickpockets," and the train-boy was seen +swinging on to the wrist of one of the men behind Uncle and +yelling "let 'er go; let 'er go."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 355px;"> +<img src="images/image9.jpg" width="355" height="329" alt="image9" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"UNCLE GAVE HIS CHECKS TO THE NEAREST CAB DRIVER"</span> +</div> + +<p>The man held a wallet in his hand, but with a curse he dropped +it, tore loose from the boy and rushed through the door, +disappearing in the crowd.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page19" id="page19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Here, Mister, is yer wad. Yer wants ter keep yer eye +skinned fur them fellers."</p> + +<p>Uncle warmly thanked the boy but he received this second +lesson with a little less complacency than the first. Following the +crowd to the outside he presented his tickets to the first hack +driver he came to.</p> + +<p>"You are pretty well supplied, aren't you dad. You have the +right of way to two hotels. Which do you want?"</p> + +<p>"Take us to the one I've paid fer."</p> + +<p>"Which is that?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess it must be the down town hotel."</p> + +<p>"They are both down hotels. I see your baggage is booked for +the Northern and I suppose you want to follow your baggage."</p> + +<p>Without more ado all four were placed into the uncomfortably +crowded hack and shortly unloaded at the Northern. An obsequious +porter ushered them into the office and Uncle was +astounded with a demand for twenty dollars down. "But I've +paid," Uncle protested. The clerk looked at his card and +assured him he was at the wrong hotel. It was now dark and +Uncle concluded to pay the money and start out anew the next +day. They were shown to their rooms by way of the elevator and +more dead than alive, to use Aunt Sarah's expression, they flung +themselves into chairs and Johnny yelled, "This is Chicago, what +I've heard them talk about." They went to the windows and +could not repress a shudder as they saw the street lights so far +below. Aunt Sarah did not see how she could sleep so high up, +but when their evening meal was done and the events of the day +discussed they became as sleepy and they felt as safe as they +did with the whippoorwill singing in the orchard and the hogs +grunting lazily in the lane.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page20" id="page20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER II</i></h2> + +<h4>NOW FOR THE FAIR</h4> + +<p>The next morning Uncle Jeremiah was up as usual at four +o'clock, chafing like a caged stable horse that could not get out +to fresh air and the tempting pastures.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 331px;"> +<img src="images/image10.jpg" width="331" height="310" alt="image10" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"I THINK OF EARTHQUAKES EVERY TIME I LOOK OUT."</span> +</div> + +<p>"These confounded people won't let a fellow have his meals +only at their own convenience, and the feelin' of earthquakes +keeps a growing on me every time I look down out of that + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page23" id="page23">[Pg 23]</a></span> + +window. I've got to quit it." Aunt Sarah shared the same +feeling, but John and Fanny decided that it was not half as high +as they wanted to go before they left Chicago.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 632px;"> +<img src="images/image11.jpg" width="632" height="375" alt="image11" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"Say, Mister, I've paid fare once on this tarnal machine."</span> +</div> + +<p>In due time the city awoke, with a rush and a roar, to the +business of the day. Uncle found the office of the boarding +house syndicate a few doors away, and the family were soon +safely housed in more congenial quarters.</p> + +<p>"The Fair, Father, the Fair! When will we ever get to see +the Fair? I just heard a man say that it's ten o'clock, and here +we are a-fussing about in the rooms and missin' the sights."</p> + +<p>Johnny was impatient, but not long after, the family hailed a +passing street car and were on their way at last.</p> + +<p>"Twenty cents is the fare for four of you."</p> + +<p>The conductor rang the fares and passed on. The new scenes +of the city absorbed their attention, but Uncle soon began shifting +in his seat, and at last whispered to Aunt Sarah: "Say, I +noticed that we went clear 'round a hull lot of blocks, and it +'pears ter me that we air goin' right backards to where we ought +to go, or else this 'ere town has got two parts a blamed sight +alike."</p> + +<p>"Fare, please!"</p> + +<p>"Say, Mister, I've paid fare once on this tarnal machine. +How often do you have to pay—every once in a while?"</p> + +<p>"Are you riding around for your health, or do you want to go +somewhere?"</p> + +<p>"That's it, Mister, exactly. I wish you'd drive this riding +machine at once to the World's Fair. You've got it pasted on +the front of your engine, and yet you're takin' us right back past +where we got on."</p> + +<p>"Sure, old man, you're all right, only you got on a car going +the wrong way, and so went on around the loop. But you're all +right now. I'll land you at the grounds; but twenty cents, please."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page24" id="page24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> + +<p>Twenty cents were forthcoming, and shortly the family found +themselves in a maze of booths, people, streets and vehicles. It +was not difficult to follow the crowd, and in a few minutes the +amazed family were walking the streets of the great White City.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 129px;"> +<img src="images/image12.jpg" width="129" height="227" alt="image12" title="Illustration" /> +</div> + +<p>"Guides, World's Fair Guides!"</p> + +<p>Uncle stopped a moment as a boy planted himself in front of +him, thus calling him from the amazement +of the wonderful city down to the realities +of the earth.</p> + +<p>"Guides, Mister, only twenty-five cents. +This little book contains all you want +to know about yonder lovely city—for the +price of one small quarter you have a key +to all the doors of the Fair—with this book +no Columbian guard can call you down—you +are free and independent of everybody +with this book in your hands—it's only a +quarter, remember, only twenty-five cents! +Illustrated, tells you everything."</p> + +<p>"That's it Sarah, let's buy one of these books and go home. It +tells us every thing and it is illustrated. What's the use of wearing +our eyes out and our feet off when we can learn it all out of +this feller's book. I feel all done up on the first sight. It's too +big a job fer me to undertake. I didn't calculate on such a big +show."</p> + +<p>"No, my boy. I wish I could accommodate ye but you see I +ain't got no time on the grounds for reading or I'd a brought the +Scriptures along. I judge it prophesied this when it spoke of signs +and wonders appearing."</p> + +<p>"Only a quarter, sir."</p> + +<p>Uncle shook his head, but Fanny produced a quarter and took +one of the books.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page25" id="page25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<p>Near by was a booth where camp stools were to be leased.</p> + +<p>"That is what Sarah and I will need. These young ones can +walk all day." Directly Johnny had a folded camp chair in each +hand and they went on following the crowd toward the Administration +building. They did not go inside as most of the people +did but continued on around till the basin between the Peristyle +and the Administration building appeared in view. Through the +columns of the Peristyle at the far end of the basin they could see +the blue lake meeting the summer clouds; above them rose the +dome of the Administration building till it seemed almost to pierce +the clouds. They were looking upon a scene never before +excelled in grandeur by the art of man. The basin was filled +with gondolas gracefully plied by Venetians, launches moving both +by steam and by electricity and gay sailboats of every description. +In the far end of the basin was to be seen the Statue of +the Republic sixty-five feet tall and standing forty feet above the +water on its great stone foundation. The MacMonnies fountain was +roaring with the fall of water and the heroic figures of Columbia +enthroned in her triumphal barge guided by Time and heralded by +Fame was outlined against the Agricultural building. From the +dome of that massive structure, exhibiting the produce of our +land, Diana with her drawn bow seemed to be aiming directly at +them.</p> + +<p>"Let us sit down," said Aunt, as the first wave of the wonderful +vision passed over them.</p> + +<p>"I feel more like saying, let us kneel down," said Uncle.</p> + +<p>Fanny read from the front of the Administration building the +inscriptions there about Columbus and his work.</p> + +<p>High over the north entrance were the words:</p> + +<p>"Columbus received from Ferdinand and Isabel, Sovereigns of +Spain, a commission as Admiral of an exploring fleet, April 30, +1492."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page26" id="page26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p>Over the east entrance she read:</p> + +<p>"Columbus sailed from Palos with three small vessels, Aug. 3, +and landed on one of the Bahama Islands."</p> + +<p>What common-place facts so simply stated! But they brought +forth thoughts and emotions greater and greater of the wonderful +consequences to mankind.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, you see how we have come here to learn of the +world and its progress to this greatness."</p> + +<p>"Do not speak to me now, child; I want to think," and Uncle +bowed his head in his hands.</p> + +<p>No one said anything for a few minutes, when Johnny startled +them by yelling "Gorgeous! gorgeous!"</p> + +<p>"Of course it's gorgeous," said Fanny; "but you needn't yell +that way. You must not forget that you are not in our barnyard +now."</p> + +<p>Johnny subsided. He had expressed his opinion, and he was +ready to move on.</p> + +<p>Uncle arose and said: "I guess we are able to go to the next +scene now, and I warn you all that the word gorgeous is as high +as we will be allowed to go in expressing ourselves, no matter +what we see. There has got to be a limit somewhere, and I +judge that gorgeous is far enough."</p> + +<p>"Is that the statyure of Mrs. Columbus?" asked Johnny.</p> + +<p>"No, it's the Statue of the Republic."</p> + +<p>"I declare I've been watching them things on that Statue of +the Republic, and I really believe they're men instead of being +pigeons."</p> + +<p>"They are men," said Fanny. "No wonder that they look so +little, for the book here says her forefinger is four feet long. +Look at that figure on the top of the big building yonder. That +Is Diana, the huntress. How tall do you think she is?"</p> + +<p>"Nine feet," said Johnny, promptly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page27" id="page27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Life-size," said Uncle.</p> + +<p>"Both wrong. The book says she is eighteen feet tall."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, my girl, this looks like a dream, but it ain't, +is it?"</p> + +<p>There was a band-stand in front of them, and beyond that was +a massive building, which Fanny found was Machinery hall. As +they went on to it, Fanny read to them that it covered over +twenty acres of ground and cost nearly a million and a half +dollars. As they entered the door they saw one awful mass of +moving machinery.</p> + +<p>Uncle said he thought they had better sit down again and +think awhile before venturing further, but Johnny urged them to +come on so they could see something and do their thinking +afterward.</p> + +<p>They came to one of the doors of the power house, and Uncle +sat down.</p> + +<p>"I can't stand this pressure," he said, "I tell you I've got to +sit down and look at this thing." At his left he could see into +the power house nearly five hundred feet long and full from one +end to the other of great boilers with the red fires glowing underneath.</p> + +<p>On the right he looked across the hall where the great power +wheel was flying and saw five hundred feet of whirling wheels, +while before him there was an unobstructed view of machines but +little short of a thousand feet.</p> + +<p>They went over to the middle aisle and on past the larger +machinery.</p> + +<p>"Why Grandma, you are walking by me with your eyes shut. +What's the matter?"</p> + +<p>"Well you see, Fanny, it's too much to look at so many millions +of things so I just shut my eyes and think. What's the +difference if I do miss a few thousand sights."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page28" id="page28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That's so, Fanny, we aint got used to looking yet. It looks +like they had everything a working here but my old shaving horse. +I wouldn't be surprised any minute to see that it had walked away +from the woodshed and come over to show itself off in this here +exposition. I believe I'll go over and offer them my old barlow +knife. It's a score of years old but <ins class="correction" title="original: it'l">it'll</ins> bore a hole for a hame +string all right <ins class="correction" title="original: closing quote missing">yet."</ins></p> + +<p>They came to the place where they were making watches with +the complex, automatic machinery that defies the eye to detect +its movements, then there was the sewing machine with a man +riding it like a bicycle and sewing carpet in strips a hundred feet +long. There were knitting machines and clothing machines, and +carving and molding machines, and type-setting machines, till +the day was spent and they had seen only how much there was +to see.</p> + +<p>"It takes taste to paint pictures, and art to make sculpture, +and mind to write books, and genius to carry on war, but I tell +you, my girl," said Uncle, "that it takes brains to make machinery."</p> + +<p>Passing through a south door they went on around Machinery +hall. Some working men were passing by singly or in twos and +threes. One had a wrench in one hand and a queer looking bottle +in the other. The ludicrous side of the exposition now began +to appear. Nothing can become so great that amusing things +will not occur. They are the relaxations of mental life. One of +the guards saw the man and his bottle.</p> + +<p>"Hi, there," he shouted. The workman came to a stop, the +bottle being ostensibly concealed behind his apron. "What +are you bringing beer into machinery hall for?"</p> + +<p>"I ain't got any beer," replied the workman.</p> + +<p>"Don't tell me any such stuff. You've got a bottle under your +apron."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page29" id="page29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 338px;"> +<img src="images/image13.jpg" width="338" height="548" alt="image13" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"The Guard was determined to do his duty."</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page31" id="page31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No I haven't," and the culprit as if by accident let a portion +of the bottle drop into sight. The guard made a grab for it and +held it up before the seemingly confused workman.</p> + +<p>"I'll just take you to the station-house," declared the officer. +"What did you mean by telling me you had no beer?"</p> + +<p>"It ain't beer. It's—it's—ginger ale."</p> + +<p>The prisoner was lying. That was evident to the guard. At +the same time he did not want to be placed in the position of +disobeying orders against making trivial arrests. He knew by the +color of the liquid it was not ginger ale. A brilliant thought came +to him. He would test the beer and thus have the evidence. +But here a difficulty was encountered. While the rule prohibiting +<ins class="correction" title="original: employes">employees</ins> from bringing intoxicants into the grounds is a strict one, +there is a much severer regulation against guards tasting the stuff +while on duty. What if his sergeant should see him with a bottle +of beer to his lips! To meet this obstacle the guard led his prisoner +to a secluded place behind a big packing case, and after +looking fearfully around hastily uncorked the bottle and sent a +huge swallow of the contents down his throat.</p> + +<p>The result was unexpected so far as the blue coat was concerned. +With a howl of anguish he dropped the bottle. Both +eyes started from his head and his face turned to ashen paleness +as he danced about the floor shrieking "I am poisoned." Finally +he sank down with a moan and the men attracted by his cries +carried him to a bench and laid him down. On the edge of the +human circle about him the guard beheld the face of his prisoner. +Beckoning him to his side the guard feebly said, "What was +that stuff in the bottle?"</p> + +<p>"Lard oil and <ins class="correction" title="original: naptha">naphtha</ins>"," replied the workman.</p> + +<p>The guard was removed to the hospital, while the workmen +were laughing their heartiest. In an hour the stricken officer was +back at his post.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page32" id="page32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> + +<p>That afternoon, as the family climbed the stairs to the station +on their way back to the hotel, Uncle Jeremiah was a study to +the student of human nature. The size of the Exposition had +dazed and awed him. He wore a neat paper collar with an old-fashioned +ready-made necktie pushed under the points. The +slouch hat was down over his ears, as a heavy wind was tearing +across the high landing. His manner was that of one oppressed +by a great sorrow. He looked at the turrets and domes and the +hundreds of dancing flags and shook his head solemnly. When +the people around him gabbled and pointed their fingers and piled +up the same old adjectives he glanced around at them timidly +and then stepped softly away where he could gaze without being +interrupted. After boarding the car he stood up between the seats +and held on to the railing. At each curve of the track, as new +visions swung into view, he shook his head again and again, but +said nothing. He had been for a good many years taking in a +daily landscape of stubble-field, orchard and straight country +roads. His experience had taught him that a red two-story hay +press was a big building. To him the huddle of huckster +stands at the county fair made a pretty lively spectacle. Then +he was rushed into Chicago. With the roar of wheels still in his +ears and the points of the compass hopelessly mixed, he found +himself being fed into the Exposition gate with a lot of strange +people. The magnitude of the great enterprise was more than +any intellect could fully grasp. His mind perceived so much +that was strange and new that he became as that one who saw +men as trees walking. His eyes were opened to a new world. +He was now a living part of the intellectual vision and prophecy +of the "Dream City."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page33" id="page33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER III</i></h2> + +<h4>AROUND THE WORLD FOR TWENTY CENTS</h4> + +<p>The next day, when the "Alley L" road let them off at the +station next to the electric road, they decided to ride around and +view the "White City" from that elevated position. The intramural +road is about three miles around, and makes the trip in +seventeen minutes. It was like going around the world in that +time, so much was to be seen on either side.</p> + +<p>The four made a fine picture of age and youth gathering +mental breadth from this great exhibition of human wisdom and +achievement. They passed around the west end of Machinery +hall and along the south side of it, then between the Agricultural +annex and the stock pavilion. Here they emerged into what +seemed to be the waste yard of the Exposition, debris of all +kinds, beer houses, lunch rooms, hundreds of windmills flying in +the breeze and heavily loaded cars, back of which could be seen +bonfires of waste materials, these making a striking contrast to the +white beauty and massive art on the opposite side of the car.</p> + +<p>The queer looking Forestry building flew by, the leather exhibit +was passed, and the train ran around a station not far from the +Krupp gun works. They had not yet made the grand tour of +the grounds, but another investment in tickets sent them back +again, the way they had come, on the parallel track. When +they reached the west side they looked away from the massive +buildings across Stony Island avenue at the amusing medley of +hotels, booths for lunches, and tents for blue snakes, sea monsters, + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page34" id="page34">[Pg 34]</a></span> + +and fat women strung along the front. Little merry-go-rounds +buzzed like tops in cramped corners between pine lemonade +stands and cheap shooting-galleries. Looking eastward, the eye +rests with satisfaction upon the gilded satin of the Administration +dome, and then it may take an observation to the westward of a +flaunting placard:</p> + +<table summary="placard" cellpadding="5"> +<tr> +<td class="footnotes"><span style="padding-left: 1.5em"><i>Four Tintypes</i></span><br /><i>for Twenty-five Cents</i></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p>Back of the sandwich counters and fortune-telling booths are +stored the World's Fair hotels, looking like overgrown store +boxes, with holes punched in them.</p> + +<p>The train flew on, and uncle saw little of the outside because +of his interest in the strange machinery that was propelling them +forward. The engineer pulled a lever and then there was a buzz +and a whirr; another lever was turned, and the car would come +to a standstill at some station. It was amazing to see such +simple movements by one man control such unseen energy. +From the farm to the Exposition grounds was as marvelous a +change as from one world to another, and to the simple genius of +rural work it was like going from the peaceful valley to the +mysteries beyond the clouds.</p> + +<p>Past the Esquimau village, the richly varied city of state and +foreign buildings came into view. All the varieties of architectural +genius from the different countries of the world appeared one after +another and it was easy to imagine a flight of incredible speed all +over the earth. The terminal station at the northeast was +reached and uncle wanted to ride back again. In this way the +panorama of the great Fair was quite well fixed in their minds +when they descended from the southeast station at the entrance + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page35" id="page35">[Pg 35]</a></span> + +of Agricultural hall. For once Uncle felt at home when he walked +into that paradise of grass and grain.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/image14.jpg" width="350" height="370" alt="image14" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HE STOOD CHEWING A WISP OF HAY."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Every body but me and Sarah can scatter and we'll all meet +at the far end of this house, or if not there at the south side of +the Sixty-third street gate at <ins class="correction" title="original: closing quote missing">six o'clock."</ins> Fanny and Johnny took +Uncle at his word and were soon strolling among the booths, but +they were more intent upon watching the maneuvers of the various +types of people than of observing what the earth is able to produce +out of its soil. They heard a band playing somewhere in the distance +and they moved on that way.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page36" id="page36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p>As a curious observer of this moving world, Fanny made note +of the many interesting exhibitions about her of country ignorance +and enthusiasm. At one place she stopped near a tall, lank +farmer, whose cowhide boots had left their massive imprint on +every roadway on the grounds. He stood chewing a wisp of hay +plucked from an exhibit, while he gazed in delight at the harvesters, +plows and sheaves of wheat which stretched away before +him in an endless vista.</p> + +<p>"Wall, I swan," he at length confided to the dignified guard, +who stood like a sign-post near the door, "this 'ere's the only +thing I've seed 'minded me of hum. Bin tramping raound these +'ere grounds, scence 7 o'clock, b'gosh, an' ain't seen a blamed +thing did my ole heart so much good as this show right here. +By George! wish I'd a struck this buildin' fust thing I come in. +Would a saved me a power of walkin'. Say, had a great show +out our way a spell ago. Had a corn palace—Sioux City, you +know. Be they goin' to have a corn palace at this 'ere fair?"</p> + +<p>The guard unbent enough to guess not.</p> + +<p>"Sho! y' don't say so. Wall, that's curious. Corn palace +out to hum was the biggest show ever give out that way. And +crowd! Say, I'll bet a nickel I've seed as many as hundreds +of people thar in one day. In one day, reclect, all just looking at +that there corn palace. Wonder these fellows didn't think of +that. Would a drawd all the folks from out in our section, shore. +Tell you what I don't like about this show," he went on, waxing +confidential, "Too much furrin stuff here. Don't see nothing +from Keokuk, Sioux City, Independence or even old Davenport. +But all London and Berlin and Paris, and all them other places +where they's kings and things. Ought to a give the folks here +more of a show, b'gosh, same as we did out to hum. Why, they +wasn't none of this statoo stuff thar, I tell you. Wasn't no +picters and the like of that. What good is them picters over + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page37" id="page37">[Pg 37]</a></span> + +there, I'd like to know? Why, some on 'em, the folks ain't got +a stitch of clothes on 'em, and you couldn't hang them air +picters in a barn. Ought to have more of these things here—oats +and wheat and seedin' machines. Them's what people +want to see. And say, I was daown here below this mornin', and +by gum, I seed the damdest lookin' fellows I ever seen in all my +born days. They was heathen Turks, I reckon, with rags round +their heads and wimmin's clo'es on all o' 'em. I was a-scared +to stay there, b'gosh, and I jest lit out, I tell ye. Well, I'm goin' +through here and see what you've <ins class="correction" title="original: g t">got</ins>, but I jest tell you this is +the part of this show that'll do. Yes, sir." And the rural +visitor stalked away.</p> + +<p>In less than two hours the brother and sister had reached the +west doorway, but uncle and aunt were nowhere to be seen. +Then they went up into the <ins class="correction" title="original: gall ry">gallery</ins> to hear the musicians again. +It was very evident that Agricultural hall had swallowed their +grandparents for that day and the grandchildren were left to shift +for themselves. It was now past noon and they were both +hungry enough to welcome the first lunch counter they could find. +One o'clock found them again wandering listlessly about the +gallery absorbed in the sights about them.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page38" id="page38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER IV</i></h2> + +<h4>ESCORT AND BODY GUARD</h4> + +<p>"Hist, me boys," said one of a group of young men near the +band-stand, who were watching the people moving about them, +"Me eye has caught sight of something forbidden to all the rest +of the world. You can look but you must mustn't touch. Give +me your prayers boys." He sauntered away from them and +came near to Fanny and Johnny as if intensely interested in all +that was about him. Fanny was standing near the balustrade +that was around the gallery, when the opportunity the young man +was watching for soon came. Some rude man hurrying by struck +her arm in such a way as to knock her hand-satchel out of her +hand and it fell to the main floor far below. In an instant the +young man lifted his hat, and bowing to her ran down the near +flight of stairs; taking the satchel from some one near whom it +had fallen, he hurried back and gave it to her with a profound bow. +Seeming to recognize her all at once he made another bow and +said, "Ah, pardon me but I see I have just had the honor of serving +Miss Jones, whom I met on the train a few days ago." +Hardly knowing just what to do, she thanked him and hesitated, +but he was not slow to turn the tide in his favor and was soon +chatting in such a very agreeable way about the many scenes that +she soon forgot all doubts as to propriety. It was now three +o'clock in the afternoon and she thought of her grandparents and +what they would think; but the three hours till meeting time at + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page41" id="page41">[Pg 41]</a></span> + +60th street gate flew by under the interesting guidance of the +young man on whose card Fanny read</p> + +<table summary="card" cellpadding="5"> +<tr> +<td class="footnotes"><span style="padding-left: 2em"><i>Arthur Blair</i><br /></span><span style="font-size: smaller"><i>Attorney</i><br /><i>Masonic Temple</i></span><span style="padding-left: 2em; font-size: smaller">[S.S.]</span></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p>He explained that (S. S.) was a sign that meant "Secret Service" +as he had told her before how he had been sent out to +shadow Mr. Moses. They rested for awhile on one of the seats +in the gallery and Mr. Blair took great interest in showing Fanny +his official papers and commissions. Surely he was a very honorable +and talented man.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 386px;"> +<img src="images/image15.jpg" width="386" height="635" alt="image15" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"He bowed to her, and then ran down the near flight of stairs."</span> +</div> + +<p>While he was pointing out his name on one of these papers, a +gentleman came by who started on seeing them, as if in the most +pained surprise.</p> + +<p>"That man means her some harm," he said to himself, <ins class="correction" title="original: opening quote missing">"and</ins> I +feel as if I have no manhood if I do not undertake somehow to +prevent it. But he has told her something terrible against me +and I have no way to approach her."</p> + +<p>The two arose to go and the gentleman walked not far behind.</p> + +<p>"You do not know how it pains me, Mr. Blair, to know that +such a noble looking young man as Mr. Moses, is a man under +police surveilance. He has such an agreeable and gentlemanly +appearance."</p> + +<p>"That is true Miss Jones, but you have no idea how perfectly +these criminals can assume an appearance of culture and high +social standing."</p> + +<p>Six o'clock had come swiftly and as they approached the gate +Uncle and Aunt were seen sitting on their camp stools at the +appointed place. The young man excused himself before reaching +them and bowed himself away, but not before he had learned her + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page42" id="page42">[Pg 42]</a></span> + +address and that they came every day through the 60th street +gates at nine o'clock in the morning.</p> + +<p>"Where is Johnny?" anxiously inquired Aunt as Fanny came +up alone.</p> + +<p>For the first time Fanny seemed to realize that Johnny had not +been with her for some time. She told Aunt that she had been +for two or three hours with the young gentleman who had warned +them on the train of Mr. Moses.</p> + +<p>They waited and waited, growing more and more anxious about +Johnny.</p> + +<p>"Yer, yer, yer, all of you, come on out!" They knew +Johnny's voice, and turned about just in time to see one of the +guards holding Johnny fast by the ear as they disappeared around +the corner of the wall and through the gates.</p> + +<p>"There, you young scamp," as he gave Johnny an extra box +on the ear, "let me see you trying to sneak through the gates +again and you won't get off so easy."</p> + +<p>"Well, ain't I been tellin' you fer an hour that the folks was a +waitin' fer me inside and you wouldn't tell 'em fur me," and +Johnny, with a disgusted shake of the head, joined the family as +they came out.</p> + +<p>"Where on earth have you been?" said Uncle, in a chiding +tone of voice.</p> + +<p>"Why, I came up to the gate about two hours ago and I seed +Louis Burjois here a-peekin' through, an' I come out and we've +been a-takin' in the circuses along Stony Island avenue. +Say, Gran'pa, I've engaged Louis fer bodyguard fer next week +when he comes back from his next run on the train. I gives +him a salary of goin' wheresomever I go."</p> + +<p>Uncle looked at the boy standing by Johnny and recognized +him as the train-boy who had twice saved him from the loss of +money.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page43" id="page43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<p>"All right, Johnny," said Uncle, as he shook the train-boy's +hand, "how much extra allowance will that take?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 361px;"> +<img src="images/image16.jpg" width="361" height="301" alt="image16" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"LOUIS STUCK A PIN IN HER WHILE SHE WAS ASLEEP."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Just double and a half for a regular time of it. You ought +to a seen us a doin' the side-shows. You see Louis knows 'em. +The fat woman is there, but not an ounce bigger than Sal Johnson +at Villaville, and she's part stuffed, for Louis stuck a pin in +her while she was asleep, and she never flinched. The sea monster +and the man with two bootblacks at each shoe, and just as +tall as the shoetops, is not much bigger than Bill Mason to hum. +And the four-legged woman is no good, fer Louis he pinched one +of them and it didn't kick, and the show that's got a man with +his body cut off just below his head is busted. You see Louis +said ef I'd pay the way in of half a dozen kids whut he picked +out and instructed, he'd bust the show and prove thet the man's + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page44" id="page44">[Pg 44]</a></span> + +hed had a body. I agreed, and we all got pea-shooters at my +expense, and in we went. When they drawed the curtin up my +blood run cold fer there was a hed humping itself about on a +table and I could see clear under the table and there was no +body around there. I forgot to shoot, but Louis give the sign, +and all the rest just fired the peas at his head and he howled and +the head it shook awful ghastly, and then they all fired again, +and the head it jest raised right up and turned the table over and +shook, and the whole thing raised up and shook his fists at us +and then Louis said "jiggers," and you ought to have seen us a +gittin' out from under the bottom of the tent and over behind +Buffalo Bill's show. They was after us, but couldn't catch us."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 343px;"> +<img src="images/image17.jpg" width="343" height="329" alt="image17" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"LOUIS SAID 'JIGGERS.'"</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page45" id="page45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Johnny, Johnny," said Uncle sternly, "don't you know what +I've told you about letting other people's business alone?"</p> + +<p>"But you see, grandpa, that was a fake and you know it's +everybody's duty to uproot the fakes."</p> + +<p>"That's all right, Johnny," said Aunt, "You can uproot the +things needing uprooting on the farm but you must let Chicago +people uproot their own foolishness."</p> + +<p>The sage advice was unheeded for Johnny was too full of the +day's adventures with his body guard and guide.</p> + +<p>So far they had seen little of the city of Chicago, and it was +a great rest and pleasure for them to sit at the windows of their +rooms or in the balcony and look out over the busy street before +them or talk of the events of the day.</p> + +<p>Uncle had gone ahead of the rest and taken his seat in a rocker +at their room window.</p> + +<p>"O grandpa, there you are," called out Fanny's clear voice as +she entered the door and came quickly up to his side. "I ran +ahead, and grandma and Johnny are coming."</p> + +<p><ins class="correction" title="original: incorrect opening quote before In">In</ins> her face was the sweet look of guileless girlhood, and her +dark hair waving back in the breeze coming through the window +crowned her sweet face with the tenderest beauty. Her eyes +were bright and sparkling with the interest and enthusiasm of +young life. They told of a woman's soul that would one day shine +out and help to make this bright world more bright and holy.</p> + +<p>When the grandmother and Johnny joined them these four +stood there with no petty jealousies or bad feeling of any description +to mar their happiness as a family. The sinking sun came +out from the western clouds and lit up their faces as if they all +rested under God's smile of peace.</p> + +<p>"Well, Fanny, I am closing my days on earth mighty satisfactory +to me. I have been mighty alarmed about what the "Zion's +Herald" said about the world's meanness, but I tell you what I + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page46" id="page46">[Pg 46]</a></span> + +have seed wasn't made by mean men. I believe I have felt more +of the Lord in my soul in the last few days than I ever did before +in so many years. I've seen ribbons, and threshing machines +and wheat and corn for a long time but I never had any idea how +much brains people had before this. I went to some of the +farmer's meetings fer I felt oppressed myself and thought I was +just about doing it all myself but when I come here I see I haint +nowhere. I used to be afraid that the government was all a going +to pieces and that my fighting for the union and that the blood of +your Uncle Sam at Gettysburg was of no use but I ain't any more +now afraid of the world a bustin' up. People that made the +machinery that I've seen and all that have too much sense. My +mind is at rest now about all such things. When I seed the big + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page47" id="page47">[Pg 47]</a></span> + +engine I didn't say nothing for I never had any use before to learn +words that suited such things, so I just said <ins class="correction" title="original: full stop missing">nothing.</ins>"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/image18.jpg" width="350" height="299" alt="image18" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"SHE SMOOTHED BACK THE HAIR ON HIS FOREHEAD."</span> +</div> + +<p>Fanny understood her grandfather's mood, and she smoothed +back the hair on his forehead and gently stroked his cheeks with +her hands.</p> + +<p>"Papers, papers! 'Daily Columbian'!"</p> + +<p>A childish voice at the door broke their reverie.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, you must be like city folks and read the papers."</p> + +<p>"Here, little boy, is five cents for the morning 'Columbian' and +one cent for your evening paper."</p> + +<p>"Now, Grandpa, I want you to read. Let's see the headlines."</p> + +<p class="center">"<i>ENTHUSIASTIC THOUSANDS</i>"</p> + +<p>"I was one of that crowd," said Uncle, "but it was too big to +be enthusiastic over."</p> + +<p class="center">"<i>Many of the World's Distinguished People Present</i>"</p> + +<p>"That may be right, Fanny, but I don't believe they are very +distinguished after they get inside. I know I felt like I had just +got extinguished or something."</p> + +<p class="center"><i>The <ins class="correction" title="original: Collossal">Colossal</ins> Manufacturers' Exhibit Amazes the<br /> +Great Crowd of Visitors. The United States<br /> +and the Foreign Nations join in Creating<br /> +the Greatest Display in the<br /> +World's History. Shown like a<br /> +Jewel in a Frame of Light"</i><br /> +</p> + +<p>"Ah, my little girl, that's my Fanny when she comes between +me and the window, a jewel in a frame of light."</p> + +<p>Fanny put her hand over his mouth and said, "Grandpa, I +don't want you to scold me so unless when I deserve it."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page48" id="page48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p>Uncle Jeremiah having read all that interested him, turned +the paper over, when his eye fell on the columns of advertisements. +He had never read any of them before, and it attracted +his interest at once.</p> + +<p>"Look hyar, Johnny! Here is a position you might git if you +had only done as I have teached and learnt your lesson at +school." And Uncle read, slowly:</p> + +<table summary="advert" cellpadding="5"> +<tr><td> +<p style="font-size: smaller; text-align: left"> +Wanted.—A BRIGHT, HONEST, IN-<br /> +telligent boy: good Christian; A No. 1<br /> +writer; quick at figures, not fond of<br /> +play; never reads novels or smokes, or sets<br /> +a bad example in any way before children.<br /> +Address, * * * * *</p> +</td></tr> +</table> + +<p>"Grandpa, that is a sad reminder," said Fanny, as she came up +and looked over his shoulder at the paper.</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"Because God loves a shining mark, and all those boys are +dead. On their tombs should be written: 'Here lies one who +lived not wisely, but too well.'"</p> + +<p>"Tut! tut! child, how you do talk!"</p> + +<p>"Here, father, here is the one. You know I've always wanted +a parrot."</p> + +<table summary="advert" cellpadding="5"> +<tr><td> +<p style="font-size: smaller; text-align: left"> +Exchange.—WILL EXCHANGE FINE<br /> +Parrot, good talker, for a pet monkey.<br /> +Address, * * * * * *</p> +</td></tr> +</table> + +<p>"But, Fanny, where's the monkey to exchange?"</p> + +<p>"Why, Johnny, of course. I know it would be a trade," she +said, rapturously.</p> + +<p>Johnny had come up in the meantime, and was leaning on +Uncle's right shoulder. At Fanny's words he eyed her suspiciously +for a moment, and then, pointing his finger at another +advertisement, said: "Father, send Fanny to that place at once. +Her first meal will take the people a month to digest, and that +will be a big saving, for she won't have to make but one meal a + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page49" id="page49">[Pg 49]</a></span> + +month, and she will never be bothered about doing so much fixing +up." The advertisement read:</p> + +<table summary="advert" cellpadding="5"> +<tr><td> +<p style="font-size: smaller; text-align: left"> +COOK WANTED.—NEED NOT WASH.<br /> +Address, * * * * * *</p> +</td></tr> +</table> + +<p>Uncle crumpled the paper up in his hand and said emphatically, +"O you children git out."</p> + +<p>But they felt more like talking as they were accustomed to do +of evenings at the farm. Johnny had told his adventures and Uncle +and Aunt had seen wonderful things which they knew were only +interesting to them. What they had seen was to them an awful +revelation of what the world was doing in the various lines of work +while the farmers were busy with the cares of the farm and isolated +from the great industries of life where genius subdues and +achieves.</p> + +<p>"Somebody brought a heap of wool all the way from New South +Wales in Australia, and I felt ashamed of myself when I seed farm +products that was brought all the way from the Cape of Good +Hope and I hadn't brought nothing from Villaville. We seen +farmers from Japan, and China, and Ceylon. I was shocked to +see how them Japanese like to have snakes and hobgoblins a +crawling round their pavilions but when I seed the Americans +jammed all around when there was nicer products in the other +places, I just concluded that maybe after all it was our people that +liked 'em too, and so made 'em set the fashion here.</p> + +<p>"The Canadians tried to beat everything with their twenty-two +thousand pound cheese. There is lots of fool extravagance in +that place but I guess it was necessary to show what we farmers +can do when we make up our minds."</p> + +<p>Fanny told about meeting Mr. Blair and how interestingly he +explained everything. As she looked up at her Grandma, she +saw a troubled look on her face.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page50" id="page50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It's nothing," said Grandma, "but I didn't meet young folks +that way when I was a girl, and I am afeard now for you; but I've +always tried to teach you right, and I know no body can make +you believe I haven't teached you just right. I will trust ye. I +trusted your mamma when nobody else did, and she didn't do no +wrong."</p> + +<p>Fanny went over and laid her cheek against her grandma's face +and whispered: "Grandma, any body can kill me, but nobody +can make me wilfully do wrong."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page51" id="page51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER V</i></h2> + +<h4>COLUMBIA AVENUE</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 359px;"> +<img src="images/image19.jpg" width="359" height="245" alt="image19" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THERE WAS A MEDLEY OF EXCITED VOICES."</span> +</div> + +<p>Several unnoteworthy days were spent by Uncle and his +family in which they saw through the official buildings of the +states and nations; through the Forestry building, showing the +forestry wealth of the world; through the leather exhibits, showing +the wonders done to the skins of beasts; all over Wooded +Island, with its curiosities of Davy Crockett's cabin and the Javanese +Hooden; through the clam bakes and the Casino, with the +miscellaneous objects of interest about them. Uncle thought he +was entering the Liberal Arts building when he walked past the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page52" id="page52">[Pg 52]</a></span> + +guard at the southeast entrance of the Casino. He wandered +into a labyrinth of side-rooms, where he heard an amazing medley +of excited voices in as many different languages. They were +evidently quarreling over something that displeased them very +much. Presently a guard caught him by the arm.</p> + +<p>"Are you a musician, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I used ter play a Jew's harp a leetle."</p> + +<p>"The Casino will open again at three o'clock. You are not +allowed in here."</p> + +<p>The rest of the family had remained on the outside, suspicious +of Uncle's venture. As he returned, led out in rather an undignified +way by the guard, Uncle did not relish the amused looks of +his family and the casual observers.</p> + +<p>"Ah, ha," yelled Johnny in glee, "Grandpa's the first of us to +get took by the cop. I'll tell everybody at Villaville about you +getting led out."</p> + +<p>From here they went on around to the north end of the greatest +building on the grounds where were stored the miscellaneous educational +achievements of the world.</p> + +<p>As they entered the Manufacturers and Liberal Arts building +through one of the small entrances on the north, the greatness of +that more than forty-four acres of exhibits did not impress itself +upon them. The first objects that met their gaze were the +graphophones or phonographs. Some nickles were soon in the +slots and the family for the first time listening to music coming +from some where by singers unseen. Johnny had a face covered +with smiles as he listened to some loud-mouthed artist singing +"Throw him down McClosky." Between each verse Johnny +told the boy who stood in open-mouthed wonder near him that the +"feller is a singer from way back." He could not realize that he +was not in a concert hall and that all standing about were not +hearing what he heard. When the music ceased and he withdrew + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page55" id="page55">[Pg 55]</a></span> + +the tubes from his ears he said to the boy, "Wasn't that out of +sight?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 635px;"> +<img src="images/image20.jpg" width="635" height="365" alt="image20" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"They listened to melodies by musicians unseen, and from somewhere unknown."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Sure, and out of my hearing too, but I guess I got a nickle +to try it <ins class="correction" title="original: comma missing">on,</ins>" and his nickle disappeared in the slot and the unwearied +singer hid away in the machine told again his story of the +great fight.</p> + +<p>When Uncle took the tubes from his ears his eyes were full of +tears.</p> + +<p>"Why, Grandpa, what's the matter?" asked Fanny who had +just listened to some selection by the Marine band.</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, I heard something that I used to hear long +time ago, and I couldn't tell just who was a singin' it to me. It +was some woman, though, and I let myself think it was somebody +else, and I was a thankin' God for lettin' me hear her once +more. I thought it was Mary singin' "Old Folks at Home" +for me, jest like she used to, and I thought for a while that she +had come back to me. I wanted to talk to her, and it hurt me +when I seed that I couldn't."</p> + +<p>There was a stairway near by, and Fanny suggested that they +should first go above. They came to the place where they could +look out into the main floor. They were near the great clock +tower just as the chimes began to peal forth their weird melodies.</p> + +<p>"What's that?" cried Aunt, in awe-struck tones.</p> + +<p>"It's the chime of the bells," cried Fanny, in delight, "listen! +listen!"</p> + +<p>Clear and plain through the vast building and to the streets on +the outside came the slow measured notes of that nation-thrilling +air, "My Country, 'tis of Thee."</p> + +<p>All stood entranced before a scene never before reached by +human means. When the chimes were done, Uncle said: "Let +us go down to the main floor. I want to walk from end to tother +of that aisle."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page56" id="page56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<p>Johnny held in each hand a camp-stool for Uncle and Aunt, +and he arranged the stools for them to sit awhile before that +wonderful scene. Not long after, they were marching down that +aisle called Columbia avenue. They felt themselves every inch +as citizens of a great republic. It is not a very long thoroughfare—only +a third of a mile—but they were two hours on the +way. Uncle was a common, everyday American citizen when he +started. At each step it seemed to him he swelled in his own +estimation. At the clock tower he was proud enough to ascend +that structure and make a Fourth of July speech. At the end of +his walk he wanted to wear an eagle on his hat and shout till his +throat should be stiff. It was not solely as an American that he +was filled with exultation but as a member of the human race. +He was lifted up with pride in the achievements of his fellow-man +and in satisfaction that his own country was the host of such +a splendid company.</p> + +<p>Columbia avenue is the broad thoroughfare which traverses the +center of the greatest building that ever was. It runs through +the Manufactures and Liberal Arts building from the grand court +to the plaza at the northern end. A walk down this thoroughfare +is like a tour of the world in sixty minutes. Though, if you are +to do it in sixty minutes, you must fifty times repress an impulse +to linger beside some new marvel in the handiwork of man and +go marching on. You cannot beat the record in a trip around the +world and stop and see all the grand cathedrals and picturesque +ruins and beautiful women and inviting galleries of art.</p> + +<p>Columbia avenue is a picture never to be surpassed. It is a +cleanly and an attractive thoroughfare for the world of tourists +who throng the way. The path is no longer littered with lumber +and boxes and kegs of paints. The horizon—for this vast enclosure +has its horizon—is no more filled with a fine, white mist + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page57" id="page57">[Pg 57]</a></span> + +rising from the efforts of workmen to push and chisel blocks +of staff into their appropriate places. It is a colossal field of process +and a panorama of result. The world can not produce a +more noble and inspiring place. It is the avenue down which +the man on whom fate has fallen and whose steps in this world +are few should choose to expend the last remaining atoms of his +strength.</p> + +<p>Uncle, as an American citizen, came in pride and exultation +into the avenue from the central court. He had not been there +before. The first thing he did was to stand fully five minutes +gazing at the immensity of the enclosure trying to comprehend it, +instinctively but vainly seeking adjectives with which to characterize +it, and finally giving it all up, as a man gives up trying to +measure the ocean or count the stars, conceding it to be too vast +and wonderful for the range alike of his vision and his mind. No +one told him which way to go, but away over his head, he couldn't +guess how many hundred feet, was a line of pendent stars and +stripes extending so far in a perspective of red and white that he +could not see the fartherest. For aught he knew to the contrary +the line led away to the sunny South. But knowing that where +the stars and stripes led the way, he could go as he had done in +the years of war, he passed on through a maze of wonders greater +than even a Solomon could dream.</p> + +<p>Not a word had been spoken for some time. Fanny had +stopped at a millinery booth.</p> + +<p>"Well, now come on Fanny, you wouldn't let me look at them +harrows to my heart's content so come on, for you might get +ideas into your head that would cost me lots of money and you +know these times are expensive enough anyhow."</p> + +<p>At the south end of the hall they ascended to the galleries +again and soon, came past the educational exhibits that cover + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page58" id="page58">[Pg 58]</a></span> + +every department of human training. There was a booth of +educational temperance. Here they read:</p> + +<table summary="banner" cellpadding="5"> +<tr> +<td class="footnotes" align="center"><i>The Star of Hope</i><br /><i>of the Temperance Reform</i><br /><i>stands over the</i><br /><i>School House</i></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p>These letters were on a banner of beautifully wrought silk, and +near by was a map of the United States, with seven states distinguished +from the rest by being in the darkest black.</p> + +<p>"Those states," explained the ladies in charge, "have no +school legislation for teaching temperance."</p> + +<p>"Yes," soliloquized Uncle, "the school house, the pulpit and +the press, are the three forces of freedom and progress in our +welfare, but our lives and our natures are not alone molded by +these. The fathers and mothers in the home holds greater destinies +for the world than all the rest of the forces of the earth +together." Then they went through a modeling department. +Uncle could not see any use of these things.</p> + +<p>"Now, Fanny, I'm tired of these mixing wax and realities +together. Here's a man's head four feet across in this glass +case. What does it mean?"</p> + +<p>"O, that's just an enlarged figure to show the anatomy."</p> + +<p>"Well, I didn't come here to see 'natomy, so let's pass on +and leave it to other folks that like sich."</p> + +<p>Just then some good country people came up and they were +almost wild for knowledge as to where the Exposition people dug +up that awful giant, and as to how long he lived before the flood, +and if it might not be Goilah. Fanny could not stand such an +error, and she pointed out to the little girl the card below + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page59" id="page59">[Pg 59]</a></span> + +explaining what the figure intended to show.</p> + +<p>They went on past states and foreign countries, and booth +after booth of books and papers of the great publishing companies.</p> + +<p>"Come here, come this way, all of ye!"</p> + +<p>Johnny was wildly motioning to his folks, who had stopped to +examine some books in a booth near the north end of the Liberal +Arts hall. As they came up to him, he said: "Say, you remember +the Century plant, don't you, down in the Horticultural +hall, wot's jest bloomed? Well, I've found a Century company, +an' I want Fanny to go in thar an' ask the gurl wot hes charge if +we kin see it bloomin'."</p> + +<p>"They are the people who publish so much about the war +and about Lincoln. Let us go in and I'll take some notes +about what they have."</p> + +<p>Fanny took out her pencil and notebook as they approached +the entrance of the booth. All went in together, and the lady +in charge, seeing Fanny with a notebook in her hand, came over +to her from the opposite side of the room with a rush that +almost took the young observer's breath away.</p> + +<p>"Are you a reporter, Miss?"</p> + +<p>"No, no," said Fanny.</p> + +<p>"Oh! Just taking notes for your own amusement."</p> + +<p>"Well, not exactly that. I may use them some time."</p> + +<p>Fanny had in mind the things she would have to tell to her +less fortunate friends at home.</p> + +<p>"O I see, going to weave them into a book or a lecture. Just +come this way;" and, followed by Johnny, Uncle and Aunt, +Fanny went the rounds of the place listening attentively to the +interesting talk of the lady in charge as she explained the processes +in detail of making a great magazine, the evolution of the +English dictionary and of dictionary making in all its phases. She + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page60" id="page60">[Pg 60]</a></span> + +showed them many interesting relics and among them the original +letters and documents of the company's great war articles +and their life of the martyred president. The lady never had +more interested listeners or people more grateful for the trouble +she had taken to instruct them.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;"> +<img src="images/image21.jpg" width="363" height="312" alt="image21" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"UNCLE DID NOT RECOGNIZE HIM."</span> +</div> + +<p>"No, don't go till you have registered."</p> + +<p>Fanny went over and registered for all of them and Uncle went +away feeling as if he now had a literary education and could write +anything from a war article to a dictionary.</p> + +<p>They passed on down and out of the building more impressed +than ever concerning the greatness of the world. Aunt rarely said +much but now she remarked that she loved their farm and their +Jerseys more than ever but she could see that God's mercies and + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page61" id="page61">[Pg 61]</a></span> + +blessings did not rest alone on them and their neighbors. There +was indeed a world beyond what she had ever seen or been able +to dream.</p> + +<p>As they passed on to the gate a family evidently from off the +farm passed them.</p> + +<p>The eyes of Uncle and the farmer happened to meet and the +farmer nodded to him.</p> + +<p>"Now look at <ins class="correction" title="original: comma missing">that,</ins>" exclaimed Uncle. "How cityfied I'm +getting. I didn't nod to that feller. The fust few days I was +here I nodded to everybody who looked at me but when they +stared back at me like I was an idiot, I quit."</p> + +<p>As they came by the Administration building a gentleman passed +near them and politely lifted his hat. Without response Aunt and +Fanny went on but Uncle grasped the gentleman by the <ins class="correction" title="original: hand hand">hand</ins> +and said, "Mr. Moses, I am so glad to see you. I ain't +been tuck up yet by the perlice nor lost any money but I guess I +would if you hadn't give me such good advice."</p> + +<p>"Uncle, I must tell you that my name is Warner, as you have it +on my card and not Moses. I told you that name just for a joke +because I didn't expect to see you again and you know we don't +often tell our names and business to people we meet on the +trains."</p> + +<p>Uncle was very much troubled. He could not see any joke in +a false name being given. He remembered then that Fanny said +a young man on the train was shadowing Mr. Moses, and this false +name made it look bad for Mr. Warner.</p> + +<p>"Well Mr. Warner I am sorry you deceived me for I liked you +very much and I aimed to call on you, but maybe I hadn't orter +not."</p> + +<p>Without another ward Uncle went on to join his waiting family, +sadly shaking his head as he thought of the misplaced confidence +he had bestowed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page62" id="page62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There," said Mr. Warner, "I have estranged the good opinion +of the old man and in his mind made the words of the confidence +man seem true. But somehow I feel sure that I shall meet her +in a different way."</p> + +<p>As he looked after her he said, "There goes the dearest girl +on earth to me."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 344px;"> +<img src="images/image22.jpg" width="344" height="335" alt="image22" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HE LOOKED AROUND AFTER HER."</span> +</div> + +<p>It was arranged that the next day the old people should rest at +their hotel all day and at two o'clock Fanny would go to one of +the big retail stores to do some needful shopping with Johnny as +an escort.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page63" id="page63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER VI</i></h2> + +<h4>DANGERS OF THE GREAT CITY</h4> + +<p>Johnny was listlessly walking along in front of Dearborn Station, +on Polk street, when he saw some fine looking apples on +one of the fruit stands. Instantly the old orchard at home came +into his mind, and with it a hunger for apples that could not be +downed. Fishing up a dime from his pocket, it was not long till +two apples were his, one of them undergoing a carving that only +a country boy hungry for apples could perform. As he turned the +corner he passed a number of bootblacks tossing pennies to the +edge of the curbing, the one lodging his penny nearest the edge +winning all the other pennies. Johnny watched them long enough +to understand their gambling game and then moved on.</p> + +<p>"Hi ther, kids," said one, "watch me git a free lunch."</p> + +<p>He came quickly up behind the unsuspecting boy and struck +one of the apples out of his hand. But before he could pick it +up, Johnny gave him a shove that sent him sprawling in the +mud. Johnny stooped to regain his apple, but half a dozen of the +other boys ran up and began striking him from all sides. His +knife was open in his hand, and some one struck him a blow on +the hand that knocked the knife into the gutter. Warding off the +uncomfortable blows as fast as he could, he ran to get his knife. +In an instant he was tripped down upon his face with half a dozen +boys cuffing him about the head and shoulders.</p> + +<p>"What you skates a-doin' there. Come off now; let a feller +have a show!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page64" id="page64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<p>The boys were thrust back, and Johnny scrambled to his feet.</p> + +<p>"Hello! If it ain't de kid wot's got de purty sister an' helped +me to pepper de fake on Stony Island avenoo. Bin a-crapin', +have ye, an' them fellers wuz a-doing ye up." It was the train-boy +who had been of such service to Johnny's grandfather as they +came into the city.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;"> +<img src="images/image23.jpg" width="362" height="344" alt="image23" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"BEEN A CRAPIN', HAVE YE!"</span> +</div> + +<p>Johnny explained how it all happened, and they went away from +the crowd. Johnny's clothes were soiled and his knife and apples +were gone, but he was glad to get out of such a rough crowd.</p> + +<p>"Where wuz ye goin'?"</p> + +<p>"I've got an hour yet, when I am to meet Fanny at the north + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page65" id="page65">[Pg 65]</a></span> + +entrance to the store she's tradin' at. I couldn't stand taggin' +after her, so she let me go."</p> + +<p>Johnny had wandered from the store into the neighborhood of +one of the most disreputable places in the city. He and his +friend were coming up the street when the train-boy exclaimed: +"Hi, thar, wot's yer sis doin' on dis devilish street wid dat thief +<ins class="correction" title="original: closing quote missing">yonder?"</ins></p> + +<p>Johnny looked where the boy was pointing, and, sure enough, +Johnny saw his sister being escorted along the street by Mr. +Blair, who had spoken to them of Mr. Moses on the train, and +who had been with Fanny one day at the Fair.</p> + +<p>"Why, ain't he all right," said John.</p> + +<p>"Nary all right. Wusn't he helping to rob your grandad as he +was a coming out of the train, and did'nt I nab his pal with the +wad of stuff in his hand? He works with the feller what give yer +old dad the short change."</p> + +<p>Johnny would have started on a run after his sister but Louis +said, "Hold on pard, I'm a running this. Ef your sis is all right, +that feller is liable to git to travel over the road fer it. I've got it +in fer that feller and you see if I don't git him pulled. I tell you +if he gits your sis into one of them houses, she'll never come out +alive fer she'll kill herself."</p> + +<p>Johnny was white with fright but Louis laid his hand on Johnny's +shoulder and said: "Now you watch the show."</p> + +<p>A policeman was at the next corner and Louis walked up to +him with the air of one who had a most important communication +to make.</p> + +<p>"Me name is Louis Burjois, and dis is de brudder of dat gal +wot you see walkin' over dere. She is an innercent gal, which +dat feller is a-tollin' of her off. He's a pickpocket, and I'm one +wot kin swear to it. We want him arrested an' jugged. We'll +see to all de responsibility."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page66" id="page66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ah, you Arabs don't take me in that way. Git out. The gal +knows her biz."</p> + +<p>By this time Louis saw that the confidence man had stopped +at one of the most prepossessing houses on the street. It was +also one of the vilest and most dangerous places in the city. The +door-bell had been rung, and there was not a moment to lose.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 346px;"> +<img src="images/image24.jpg" width="346" height="329" alt="image24" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"SHE'S AN INNERCENT GIRL WHAT'S A GITTIN' TOLLED OFF."</span> +</div> + +<p>"For God's sake run and yell!" and he gave Johnny a push +in their direction, which was all he needed to send him flying up +the street yelling and waving his hat and calling "Fanny! Fanny! +Fanny!" like a boy gone mad.</p> + +<p>The door had opened and Fanny was about to step inside, when + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page67" id="page67">[Pg 67]</a></span> + +she heard her name called. She turned around, but the young +man crowded up behind her.</p> + +<p>"Who is calling me?" she said. "It must be Johnny. Yes, +it's his voice."</p> + +<p>"No, it's only a bootblack," her companion said, harshly and +excitedly.</p> + +<p>"I know its Johnny," and she dodged by him out of the door. +He tried to catch her by the arm, but, missing that, seized her +dress, nearly tearing it off of her waist. At this moment Johnny +dashed up, and, throwing his arms around her, cried: "O Fanny! +Fanny! come quick! come away! don't wait a minute!" and +he fairly dragged her to the sidewalk.</p> + +<p>The young man disappeared through the door but not before he +saw Louis come running up and shaking his fist at him yelling at +the top of his voice, "O you horrible old cheese, I'll get your mug +behind the bars some of these days in spite of yourself."</p> + +<p>The policeman was placidly watching the scene, but concluding +at last that something unusual was happening he came up and +went into the house. A few minutes after he came out alone +and walked measuredly on toward the end of his beat.</p> + +<p>Fanny in the meantime had pinned her dress and was walking +away with the two boys. She was not less excited than they +were.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter? I can't think. What has happened; +there must be something awfully wrong."</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, miss, that feller is the pall of the man what +tried to rob your grandad and he was a taking of you to one of +the worstestes places in Chicago."</p> + +<p>"Why he showed me his detective star and also papers and +business cards the other day at the Fair. I met him this time in +the store. While we were talking there he showed me a blue +book which he said was a list of the best society of Chicago, and + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page68" id="page68">[Pg 68]</a></span> + +he showed me his name and his sisters'. I didn't know anything +how to trade at the big stores and he said it would please him so +much to take me and introduce me to his mother and sisters, who +lived only three or four blocks away, and one of his sisters would +come back with me and I could do my trading in half the time +and to so much better advantage. He talked so nicely that I +didn't see how I could refuse to go."</p> + +<p>"That's the chap exactly. He's a bad man, and I'm a going +to run him in yet."</p> + +<p>Louis gave a self satisfied toss of the head, clinched his fists +and said, "Its lucky, awful lucky that I seed ye." Fanny shuddered +and she whispered a fervent prayer of thankfulness.</p> + +<p>They had now arrived at the store and Louis acted as ready +escort to the various booths where Fanny desired to trade.</p> + +<p>"Don't you forgit that you have to meet me at the Sixtieth +street gate at nine o'clock next Monday morning for to be my +body guard the whole week and I think I can get our grandpa to +throw in about two dollars a day for ye for general services. Anyhow, +I don't see how any of us can feel safe any more without +you being around. I expect if you come out to our farm, I'd save +your life about a dozen times a day for the first week, you'd need +me around pretty bad for the first month."</p> + +<p>"It's very glad I am that I struck you," said Louis, "for my +dad got killed cause he stuck by his engine and I have to help +the folks so much that I couldn't get into the Fair only by scheming +somehow, and I might not hit the combination."</p> + +<p>Fanny and Johnny, still bewildered over their adventures, now +took a cable car and in a little while were telling their astonished +grandparents about their day's experiences and Fanny's wonderful +escape from the confidence man. Uncle could not remember +Mr. Blair, but it was a good occasion for one of his impressive +lectures on the providence of God.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page69" id="page69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was an evening for the electric display at the grounds and at +eight o'clock they were seated near the statue of the Republic on +the south side of the basin waiting to see the crowning achievement +of modern intellect.</p> + +<p>No wonder that the papers of the next morning spoke of the +"White City in a blaze of glory," and that "thousands viewed +the sight, entranced with the marvelous exhibition." It was a +sight to inspire the writers of the day, and of all the descriptions +that Fanny culled none were more appropriate for recalling the +memories of what she saw, and to record what she had experienced, +than the reportorial sketches of this night. The hour +approached for the most wonderful illumination since God said: +"Let there be light."</p> + +<p>Slowly night came on, and slowly night was turned back into +day. A few stars came out and shone for a little while, and then +disappeared from man because of the blaze of light he was in.</p> + +<p>To the north and west a heavy pall of smoke brooded over the +city. Above it a broad band of gorgeous crimson, shot with +purple and yellow, marked the dying glories of the day. Overhead +scattered clouds floated against a gray sky, and through +them yellow stars were shining. Looking down into the grand +basin the white walls of the palaces which bound it loomed gray +and ghostly. On the southern horizon the chimneys of a blast +furnace belched their red flames high into the darkness.</p> + +<p>One by one white globes of light glittered about the graceful +sweep of the basin. They cast deep black shadows on the walls +behind them, and threw burnished, rippling ribbons over the +dark water below. The broad avenue leading to the north between +the Mines and Mining and the Electricity buildings grew +brilliant on either side. At its far northern end a clump of +tangled shrubbery lay in heavy shadow, and still beyond, stretching +away for miles, a hundred thousand scattered yellow sparks told + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page70" id="page70">[Pg 70]</a></span> + +that the great city was awake. Far off on the dark lagoon, men +were singing, and the echo of their voices rose faintly through +the silence.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a single beam of yellow light, like a falling star, flickered +and grew bright on the high dome of the Administration +building. Then lines of fire ran down its splendid sweep, and +outlined in flame it stood out in splendor against the night. About +its base circled a wheel of light, while above a hundred torches +flared into the darkness. Within the great buildings about the +basin electric coronas were ablaze and the giant pillars of the colonnades +loomed white against the shadows. From their caps +huge figures of the arts of peace leaned out over the black abyss +beneath. Along the top of the peristyle flickered a yellow ribbon +of flame, and above, dim and gray against the sky, senators and +heathen gods look down upon the glory.</p> + +<p>Between these lay the dark waters of the basin, seamed with +faint, waving bars of light. Over them, like long black shadows, +graceful gondolas slipped in silence, and electric launches with +their fiery eyes crept across the vista.</p> + +<p>From the roof of Music hall a wide pyramid of fierce white +light was thrown upon the Administration dome. Its blazonry of +yellow died away, and under the new glare the delicate, lace-like +tracery of gold and white was brought into strong relief. From +the roofs of the buildings of Manufactures and Agriculture twin +search-lights beat down upon the MacMonnies fountain. Behind +it the plaza was black with men, and its pure white figures +shone as if carved from Parian marble.</p> + +<p>Then the light was changed, and in a glory of crimson the ship +Columbia, with its white-armed rowers, sailed on before the +people. From his high pillar on either side, Neptune, leaning on +his trident, looked down serenely. The search-lights swept the +horizon, and for a moment graceful Diana loomed against the sky + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page71" id="page71">[Pg 71]</a></span> + +like a figure suspended in midair. At the east end of the basin +the Golden Republic glittered against the night, lifting her golden +eagle high above the crowd. Smoke from a passing engine rose +about the dome of the Administration building, and its fiery outlines +flickered and grew faint. The triumphant goddess seated +high on the galley in the central fountain was bathed in a glory +of green fire, and then yellow, changing again to its spotless +white.</p> + +<p>Under the great central entrance to Electricity building stood +all the while the figure of an old-time Quaker. His eyes looked +upward, and he held in his hand the feeble instrument which +made possible the glories of this night. Franklin, with his kite, +looked out upon the consummation of what he dreamt of when +he drew lightning from the summer cloud. For two hours the +"White City" blossomed in new beauty. The great basin was +bathed in a flood of fairy moonlight. Outside the peristyle the +lake beat its monotone against the walls. On the plaza the great +orchestra of more than 100 men played patriotic music, and the +people were filled and lifted with the spirit of the night.</p> + +<p>The search light was a great surprise. It went dancing along +the fronts of opposite buildings, climbed up the towers and brought +out golden Diana. It flashed against the statue of the Republic, +and kept it for a full minute resplendent as though carved from a +block of flame and then flickered away, leaving the great figure +in twilight uncertainty. After a time three irregular splashes of +light were playing hide-and-seek along the basin and up the fronts +of the big building. The lights changed their colors. Sometimes +they were green and again they were blue or red.</p> + +<p>While several thousand people were admiring this picture, a +rocket of light shone out from one of the high corners of the +agriculture building and flooded the MacMonnies fountain in a +whiteness which made all the other light seem dim and lifeless. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page72" id="page72">[Pg 72]</a></span> + +Under its focus the golden caravels and the draped figures +showed strange contrasts of chalky pallor and deep shade. Only +a moment later a second bar of light leaped out from a sky-high +nook of the Manufactures building and swept the surface of the +basin. It struck a moving gondola, and in a flash showed the gay +Venetians bending to their long oars, the bright colors of the +boat and the muffled forms of the passengers.</p> + +<p>Johnny had left the others absorbed in their trance of delight. +He sought other sights. Directly he came to the Electricity +building, with its marvels of light. It burst on his childish mind, +seeking for novelties, as greater than the scenes outside. It was +something that Fanny and Uncle and Aunt must see. He ran in +the greatest haste to bring them. When they came in, Johnny +showed them where to sit to see the great illumination in the +center of the building. It was then quite dark about them, but +Johnny knew the marvelous sight he had said was there would +soon appear.</p> + +<p>Four rows of colored bulbs containing incandescent lights and +placed on zig-zag frame works forty feet long in different directions +are about a pillar around which are twined strings of two +thousand electric bulbs of red, white and blue. The pillar is +covered with bits of reflecting colored glass, thus making a magic +intermingling of lights that almost rival the lightning in startling +brilliancy and produce a pillar of fire scarcely surpassed even by +that one which led the Israelites across the sea.</p> + +<p>When the illumination came the weird ingenuity of the electric +magicians struck Aunt Sarah with a sublimity almost more than +she could endure. As the flashes of light struck out about the +pillar and the ball of fire fell as if dropped from some creating +hand she screamed, "O my God, what blasphemy is this that +men have achieved. Can they snatch the fire from heaven and +make the lightening a plaything?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page73" id="page73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<p>She sank upon a chair and gazed stupefied for some minutes +at the awful scene. Then as they passed on she said, "I have +seen the wonderful machinery great and small. I have seen the +old relics which they say are the remains of men's hopes long +gone by, but when man can take the light +that comes out from the storms and put it +up for show, it seems to me that I am seeing +forbidden things and that the skill of +men has gone too far."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 130px;"> +<img src="images/image25.jpg" width="130" height="212" alt="image25" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"The light shot across the sky."</span> +</div> + +<p>At the next flash from the tower there +was a shriek and a crowd began to gather +about a man just across the hall. The cry +came from a man who could receive the +terrible grandeur but he did not have the +strength of mind to sustain it.</p> + +<p>He was gazing upon the incandescent +globe-studded column, as in a trance, and +again one of the electricians turned on the +current and the shaft changed to living fire. The man seemed +horrified by the unearthly beauty of the spectacle. It continued but +a minute, when the current was turned off and the blinding light +disappeared almost as suddenly as it had come.</p> + +<p>A bystander whose attention happened to be directed toward +him says that he stood gazing at the column for fully three minutes +after the light had been turned off and that his countenance +betrayed overwhelming bewilderment. Once or twice he raised +a hand and drew it across his forehead. Then he was seen to +press his temples with both palms, all the while gazing in an awe-stricken +way at the great pillar. The attention of several visitors +was attracted to the farmer, and one of them stepped to his side +to inquire if anything was wrong with him. As the gentleman +reached his side the latter threw his arms upward and, with a + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page74" id="page74">[Pg 74]</a></span> + +shriek that started the echoes, fell forward upon his face. Two or +three guards rushed to the prostrate man's assistance, but before +they reached his side he leaped to his feet and, screaming at the +top of his voice, ran through the aisle toward the entrance facing +the lagoon.</p> + +<p>In a moment all was excitement, and the great crowd of +visitors, becoming panic-stricken, ran in a dozen different directions +or hid behind exhibits. The madman, pursued by a half-dozen +guards, dashed down a side aisle and, leaping over boxes +and machines, made a complete circuit of the General Electric +company's exhibit and then paused again before the central +column. Two guards seized him, but he threw them off as +though they had been infants and again he started on a wild +hurdle race through the building. He had not gone far when he +tripped and fell, and in a moment three bluecoats were upon him.</p> + +<p>Struggling and shrieking, the poor man was half led, half carried, +to the north entrance of the building, where was waiting a +patrol wagon. It required the combined strength of five guards to +get the unfortunate man into the patrol wagon. Throughout the +short drive to the patrol barn the prisoner fought like a wild animal +and the officers had their hands full in keeping him aboard. When +brought before the sergeant the prisoner became exceedingly +quiet and spoke rationally while giving his name and address.</p> + +<p>One of the guards then began to detail the offense of the prisoner. +The recital had but just begun when the man became +greatly excited and began screaming once more. The sergeant +placed his hand in a kindly way upon his shoulder and gently forced +him into a chair. The man grew quiet again and listened to the +guard relate the story of the arrest without interruption. When +the officer had finished the man arose and, walking up to the sergeant, +said:</p> + +<p>"Don't harm me, I didn't put all those bottles there. I'll tell + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page75" id="page75">[Pg 75]</a></span> + +you how it was. Somebody has stuck those bottles on that post +and covered them up with a white cloth. When they raised the +cloth the bottles turned to fire. I am not to blame. I don't +know how those bottles came there. There are millions of them. +They were all right at first, but the devils poured red fire into +them. Don't hurt me. I had nothing to do with it."</p> + +<p>The sergeant talked kindly to the man, and when he was +quieted led him to the hospital, where a doctor attended to him. +Here he entered into a long description of the pillar of "bottles," +by which he evidently meant the incandescent globes. The doctor +gave his patient a quieting potion, and in a short time +he fell into a sleep. When he awoke from his sleep he was +quiet, but his mind still dwelt on the pillar of "bottles," and +he insisted on repeating his version of the affair to all the +doctors. In the evening a carriage took the patient away, supposedly +to the detention hospital.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page76" id="page76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER VII</i></h2> + +<h4>ON BOARD THE "ILLINOIS"</h4> + +<p>"Now for the battleship," said Johnny, "that's what I want to +see." As they came on board the brick ship, the first words they +heard were quite nautical.</p> + +<p>"It's eight bells."</p> + +<p>"Aye, aye, sir!"</p> + +<p>The bos'un, or whoever it was that received the order from the +Lieutenant, climbed up and tapped out eight strokes on the big +brass bell. About twenty people, with lunch baskets and camp-chairs, +ran after him and watched the performance.</p> + +<p>"What's that for?" asked a young woman.</p> + +<p>"That <ins class="correction" title="original: tell's">tells</ins> the time of day," answered her escort.</p> + +<p>"But it's after 12 o'clock by my watch and he struck it only +eight times."</p> + +<p>"Well, they—ah—they have a system of their own. It's very +complicated."</p> + +<p>"Look at that crooked thing there," said one of the visitors, +pointing to the air-tube leading to the stoker. "Is that their +foghorn I've heerd about?"</p> + +<p>"They don't need no foghorns on warships. I jedge it's a +shootin'-iron of some kind or other, maybe a gattlin' gun what +jest blows the shot out. You see it's pointin' out like at an +enemy."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page77" id="page77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<p>An elderly woman stepped up to the Lieutenant and said: "I'd +like mighty well to see some of the Gatling guns."</p> + +<p>"Yes, ma'am, you will find them at the foretop."</p> + +<p>"How's that?"</p> + +<p>"At the turret in the fore-top."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;"> +<img src="images/image26.jpg" width="373" height="317" alt="image26" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"MAYBE ITS A FOG HORN, OR A GATLING GUN."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Do you mean up in the little round cupola?"</p> + +<p>"Cupola, great heavens," murmured the officer under his +breath. Then he called a marine and had him show the woman +to the fore-top. It is the experience of a lifetime for a naval +officer who has cruised in the Mediterranean and rocked over the +high waves of the south Atlantic to be placed in command of a +brick battleship, which rests peacefully alongside a little pier and + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page78" id="page78">[Pg 78]</a></span> + +is boarded by hundreds of reckless sight-seers every day. The +conning towers are of sheet-iron and some of the formidable guns +are simply painted wood. It is said that if anything larger than a +six-inch gun should be fired from the deck of the mimic battleship +the recoil would upset the masonry and jolt the whole structure +into a shapeless mass.</p> + +<p>Below the water line the Illinois is a hollow mockery, but the +two decks, the turrets and the heavy battery are made so realistic +that any one who had not seen the brick laid and the plating put +on might suppose it was a real war vessel that had stranded well +in toward the beach. As a matter of fact, about one-third of the +visitors are deceived, which fact may be vouched for by any one +of the marines parading the deck. A man who looked as though +he read the newspapers, called a sergeant of marines "Cap," and +remarked that it was a very fine vessel.</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed, sir," replied the sergeant.</p> + +<p>"She'll be here all summer, will she?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes."</p> + +<p>"Did this boat take part in the review at New York?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir; this battleship is stuck fast here. It is a shell of +brick, built up from a stone foundation, and is intended to represent +a model battleship."</p> + +<p>"You don't tell me. Made of brick, eh?" Uncle, listening +to the talk, shared the countryman's disgust.</p> + +<p>"There, Fanny, how do you excuse them for that piece of +mockery? Everybody getting fooled as if they were in a cheap +dime show. It's too bad the government should be a partner to +sich deceptions. And then just hear them fellows making fun o' +the likes o' us. It's a shame. Of course we hev to ask questions +when they use all the art in the world to make deceiving +things and then make fun if they do such good work as to fool +us. We don't know any more about their work than they do + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page79" id="page79">[Pg 79]</a></span> + +about our farm. I guess they couldn't tell a Jersey from a +short-horn, nor a header from a clover-huller."</p> + +<p>One of the sailors was telling of the questions asked by the +public. Some person asked him if the gulls flying around the +ship were sea-gulls, and whether they had been brought on especially +for the Fair. Another asked why the guns were plugged up at +the end with pieces of wood. A marine said the plugs of wood +made them air-tight, so that they wouldn't sink if they fell overboard. +Maybe the man believed it. He didn't say anything.</p> + +<p>From sight-seeing at the ship they came over to the Fisheries +building.</p> + +<p>The throng of visitors here at first detracted their sight from +the wall of fish and wonders of the sea around them.</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Aunt when she looked about, "I nearly have to +gasp to make sure I'm not at the bottom of the sea. Just look +at them fish swimming around on both sides of you."</p> + +<p>"Well I feel sorry for these poor fish, they look so tired," said +Fanny, "but it's very evident they can't keep lively all the time."</p> + +<p>One of the big scaly-backed tarpons in the fountain was fanning +his tail and moving slowly through the water. On the +railing at the edge of the pool sat a tired man with a baby hanging +over his arm. If the tarpon had stuck his nose out of the +water he could have grabbed the man by the coat-tail and pulled +him backward. The mother was standing a few feet away. She +turned around and saw two beady eyes shining up through the +water.</p> + +<p>"Hold tight to that child," she said. "If you ever drop him +that big pike would gobble him right up."</p> + +<p>"He don't eat babies," replied the husband, calmly. "Besides, +it ain't a pike; it's a sturgeon."</p> + +<p>"Well, he looks awful mean, anyway." The husband, merely +to reassure her, moved a few feet further along and let the baby + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page80" id="page80">[Pg 80]</a></span> + +lie over his shoulder and watch the little fish chase one another. +The aisles were crowded full of people, who had found that a +visit to the east end of the Fisheries building was almost as good +as a dive to the bottom of the ocean.</p> + +<p>It is in this place where you may stand with coral reefs and +ring-tailed shells on either side and watch strange fish with spikes +on their backs open their mouths and gape until each one looks +like the letter O. The sea turtles stand on their heads and wave +yellow flippers at the wide-eyed crowd, and a devil crab makes all +the women shiver and pull the children away from the glass. In +one aquarium there are so many catfish that they make the water +cloudy.</p> + +<p>In front of one of the cases there was a learned discussion. +The label simply said "Anemone." On the rocks and shells +were some things shaped like stars and mushrooms, except that +they were moss-colored and had whiskers floating out in the +water. "Annymone, what the dickens are they?" asked a man +with a linen duster.</p> + +<p>"Some kind of sea-weed, I believe," said an elderly gentleman +in a patronizing manner.</p> + +<p>"No, they ain't they're animals, broke in a third.</p> + +<p>"But, sir, they are stuck fast there and can't move," said the +elderly gentleman.</p> + +<p>"I know that but they reach out with those whiskers and grab +stuff and feed themselves that way."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's the first time I ever heard of anything feedin' +itself with its whiskers."</p> + +<p>One of the young women looked at the sheepshead aquarium +and murmured: "What long bills they have." Her escort +<ins class="correction" title="original: smilled">smiled</ins> in a knowing way and said: "That is not a bill; that is +a proboscis, I believe. I wish I had a hook and line."</p> + +<p>A Columbian guard said he was tired of hearing the same old + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page81" id="page81">[Pg 81]</a></span> + +jokes, for nearly every young man who came in with a girl said: +"When I come back here I'll bring a hook and line."</p> + +<p>They finished the day here, and wearied with the noise and +tumult of the streets were glad to find rest in their rooms when +evening came.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;"> +<img src="images/image27.jpg" width="362" height="339" alt="image27" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"NEXT TIME I'LL BRING A HOOK AND LINE."</span> +</div> + +<p>The sweetness of this rural family was nowhere better to be +seen than when they were resting at home in the evening after +the fatiguing experiences of the day.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa," said Fanny, when they were comfortably at rest, +"I can't help but get angry at the women as I walk about, for I +do see them do so much foolishness. Why, to-day I saw one + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page82" id="page82">[Pg 82]</a></span> + +crazy for souvenirs, and I believe she thought everything was a +souvenir. I saw her pick up a nail and put it into her handbag, +and when she came up to the Pennsylvania coal monument in the +Mining building, she commenced putting pieces of the coal in her +pocket. Then one of the working men played really a mean joke +on her. He came up with a lump as big as a water bucket. +Then he asked her if she wouldn't like to have that to remember +the Fair by. And what do you think, she just said she thought +he was very kind, but she didn't believe she could take it, for it +was so big. But she would like awfully to have it. I saw the +man shut one eye and say to the other man that the woman was +crazy, because it was just the same kind of coal that she put into +the stove every day at home."</p> + +<p>"Now the only thing I've got to grumble about," said Uncle, +"is what's models and what's facts. There is no use of scaring +people to death with things that ain't so. Now over in the Government +building I saw some hop plant lice that was not less than +a foot long; there was a potato bug nine inches long, and there +was a chinch bug two feet long, for I out with my rule and +measured it. When I seen them I said, the Lord help the people +who live where them things do, and then some city folks +laughed at me, when at last Fanny came along and said they was +models. Then we went into another room and there was soldiers +from everywhere and army things that made me believe I was +back again with Sherman, but there again they were wax, excepting +the wagons and guns. I went up to one of the officers when +I fust come in and I says, says I, "Are you regular army folks or +Illinois militia?" and he didn't answer, and I turned to one of +the privates and I asked why there was so many of them bunched together, +then I seed some folks a laughing at me and I slunk +away. I say the government is in poor business when it makes +sport of its own defenders."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page83" id="page83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;"> +<img src="images/image28.jpg" width="387" height="601" alt="image28" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"A souvenir for her."</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page85" id="page85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Over there in the Transportation building I seen what it said +was the boat Columbus sailed in; but after all, Fanny said it was +a model. Right close to it was the boat what Grace Darling +rowed out into the storming sea and saved so many lives. I +thought it was a model, but Fanny said it was the very boat she +used. I jest thought ef that was really the boat, we could all be +sure that Grace Darling didn't stand o' Sunday mornins afore the +glass a paintin' and a powderin'." He was getting himself +worked up to the belief that he was a very much abused old +soldier, when Fanny said:</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, I have just cut a splendid piece of poetry out of +the paper about the Fair. The man who wrote it don't live far +from us, for his address says at the bottom, 'Mr. Matthews, from +Effingham County,' and I'm going to keep it in my scrap-book. +Let me read it to you:</p> + +<table cellpadding="5" summary="scrapbook"> +<tr><td> +<p class="center"><i>The City of the Workers of the World</i></p> +</td></tr><tr><td> +<p class="center" style="font-size: smaller">THE BUILDING OF IT</p> +</td></tr><tr><td> +<p style="font-size: smaller">In a wilderness of wonders they are piling up the stores<br /> +Gathered by the hands of labor on a hundred happy shores;<br /> +In a palpitating plexus of white palaces they heap<br /> +The marvels of the earth and air—the treasures of the deep;<br /> +They have reached their restless fingers in the pockets of the past,<br /> +And robbed the sleeping miser of the wealth he had amassed—<br /> +To the festival of nations—to the tournament of toil,<br /> +They have garnered in the offerings of every sun and soil;<br /> +They have levied on the genius of the age, and it replies<br /> +Full handed, with the blessed light of heaven in its eyes;<br /> +In honor of old Spain they have taxed the brawn and brain<br /> +Of a planet, for the glory of that Master of the Main,<br /> +Whose fortitude is written on each flag that is unfurled<br /> +Above the great white city of the world.</p> +</td></tr><tr><td> +<p class="center" style="font-size: smaller">THE MEETING OF THE NATIONS</p> +</td></tr><tr><td> +<p style="font-size: smaller">They are climbing over mountains, they are sailing over seas,<br /> +From the artics, from the tropics, from the dim antipodes;<br /> +In the steamship, in the warship, under banners loved the best,<br /> +They are laughing up the waters from the east and from the west;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page86" id="page86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +From the courts of Andalusia, from the castles of the Rhone,<br /> +To the meeting of the brotherhood of nations they are blown;<br /> +From the kraals beside the Congo, from the harems of the Nile,<br /> +They are thronging to the occident in never-ending file;<br /> +From the farthest crags of Asia, from the continents of snow,<br /> +The long-converging rivers of mankind begin to flow;<br /> +In the twilight of the century, its wars forever past,<br /> +The nations of the universe are clasping hands at last<br /> +By Columbia's inland waters, where in beauty lies impearled<br /> +The imperial white city of the workers of the world.</p> +</td></tr><tr><td> +<p class="center" style="font-size: smaller">THE PASSING OF THE PAGEANT</p> +</td></tr><tr><td> +<p style="font-size: smaller">When the roses of the summer burn to ashes in the sun,<br /> +When the feast of love is finished, and the heart is overrun;<br /> +When the hungry soul is sated and the tongue at last denies<br /> +Expression to the wonders that are wearing out the eyes,<br /> +Then the splendor it will wane like a dream that haunts the brain,<br /> +Or the swift dissolving beauty of the bow above the rain;<br /> +And the summer domes of pleasure that bubble up the sky<br /> +Will tumble into legends in the twinkling of an eye;<br /> +But the art of man endureth, and the heart of man will glow<br /> +With reanimated ardor as the ages come and go.<br /> +The pageants of the present are but pledges of a time<br /> +When strifes shall be forgotten in a cycle more sublime<br /> +When the fancies of the future into golden wreaths are curled<br /> +O'er the dim, remembered city of the workers of the world.</p> +</td></tr> +</table> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page87" id="page87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER VIII</i></h2> + +<h4>LA RABIDA</h4> + +<p>It was a warm summer day, and rolling chairs, launches and +gondolas were in great demand. At Fanny's suggestion they +decided to take an electric launch and go around to La Rabida, +where the relics of Columbus were kept. She accosted one of +the guards who attends to the moorings by asking how near the +launch would take them to La Rabida.</p> + +<p>"La-Ra-La what? I don't think I know what that is," said +the guide.</p> + +<p>"La Rabida is the convent—the Columbus relics are there. +Columbus was the man who discovered America," Aunt volunteered +to tell him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes; I have heard of Columbus, of course, but I haven't +been here very long."</p> + +<p>"Well, the convent is over at the lake end of the Agricultural +building. Do the launches go there?"</p> + +<p>"The Agricultural building? Let me see; that is over——"</p> + +<p>"Do you know where the colonnade is?"</p> + +<p>"No. I don't."</p> + +<p>"Ever hear of the grand basin, the gold statue, the lagoon?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes; this is the lagoon."</p> + +<p>"Well, how long will it be before a launch will come along?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;"> +<img src="images/image29.jpg" width="363" height="329" alt="image29" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"BEFORE THEM WAS THE STRANGE OLD CONVENT."</span> +</div> + +<p>He went out to the edge of the landing and looked up the +lagoon. Then he jerked out, "in three-quarters of a minute." +He was provoked about something. It may have been because + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page88" id="page88">[Pg 88]</a></span> + +she wanted to know so much; it may have been for a latent discovery +of a lack of knowledge on his part, or it may have been +because Fanny had been laughing at something; Fanny laughs +easily. She is just as likely to laugh where she ought to cry; +the electric guard didn't see anything to laugh at. They sat down +on a pile of lumber to wait the three-quarters of a minute. It +was three-quarters, and several more. The guard said the warm +weather had come unexpectedly. They would have the whole +fifty-two launches running soon. But only about half the number +had been necessary until now, and they were very busy and could +not keep up the time. One came soon after that. As they were +stepping in Fanny asked how much the round trips were. Some +one said "25 cents in the Director General's schedule, but in the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page89" id="page89">[Pg 89]</a></span> + +launches they are 50 cents." The captain, or the man who takes +the money, heard him. He smiled, and charged them 25 cents +apiece to La Rabida. Just afterward a man handed him $1 and +said "Administration building—for two." The Administration +building is considerably this side of La Rabida. The captain +slipped the dollar into his pocket and passed on to the next. The +woman said:</p> + +<p>"Did he keep the whole of it?"</p> + +<p>"Keep it? I should think he did. You don't get much back +on these side experiences. I ought to have asked him how much +it costs to go all the way."</p> + +<p>But the man made no reply. He was meditating. He evidently +had not read the morning papers. They gave all the prices—admissions +and extra convenience.</p> + +<p>It was with feelings of considerable curiosity, mingled with +awe, that they approached La Rabida.</p> + +<p>Before them was the strange old building which they knew was +the convent where Columbus had received such rest, comfort and +inspiration in his great enterprise that opened the door to modern +civilization.</p> + +<p>A number of tents were on the south of the house, and soldiers +were to be seen standing about, with their heavy muskets, which +mean nothing but that their lives are pledged to protect this collection, +belonging to the Vatican and the descendants of Columbus. +All the royal letters patent from the sovereigns of Spain to +Columbus and many letters written by Columbus himself, are in +the cases. His will is also there. The signature of Columbus +is written in this way:</p> + +<p class="center"><i>S.</i><br /> +<i>S. A. S.</i><br /> +<i>X. N. Y.</i><br /> +<i>Xpo Ferens.</i></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page90" id="page90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> + +<p>At one end of this room is the collection of pictures loaned +from the Vatican by Pope Leo. No one is allowed to go up the +steps. One of the Columbian guards standing there said, in +answer to one of Uncle's questions:</p> + +<p>"This is the altar. It is sacred and no one is allowed up there, +because these pictures are very valuable and very small."</p> + +<p>The mention of the size in that connection meant that they +could be carried off easily. But nothing could be carried off +easily with those watchful "regulars" about. A contract was +made by Spain with the United States before the collection left +there that it should be guarded by a detachment of United States +soldiers. That contract is fulfilled to the letter. No one is allowed +even to touch the glasses of the case.</p> + +<p>There are some wonderful pictures on the wall of Musaico +Filato, which belong to Pope Leo. They are wonderfully beautiful +as pictures, without thought of the thousands of tiny mosaics +used in making the pictures, and that each one was placed in by +hand. Some of the other pictures are wonderful, too—wonderful +in their hideousness. No two artists seem to have the same +idea of the features of Columbus. There seemed to be but one +thing that they agreed upon fully, and that was that Columbus +wore his hair chopped off on his neck. There is a great likeness +there. Ferdinand and Isabella looked painfully disturbed on +being trotted out at this World's Fair, and just exactly as if they +never could have agreed on allowing Columbus or any one else +to discover us. Some of the pictures were not numbered, and +some of them had two numbers. The young lady who sold catalogues +said they would be all right after a while.</p> + +<p>"Say, can you tell me—is these 'ere things all Columbus' +works—did 'e do 'em all?" asked Uncle.</p> + +<p>"No, it is the history of his life."</p> + +<p>"Didn't he do any of 'em?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page91" id="page91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p> + +<p>When the young lady shook her head, Uncle walked away, +disappointed. He knew just what it was to dig and toll down on +his farm, and he could <ins class="correction" title="original: guage">gauge</ins> greatness only by labor. And if +Columbus did not do any of it, paint any of the pictures, or build +the convent, he could not understand what had made them go to +so much expense to build the old convent when a good picture +for a few dollars would serve just as well.</p> + +<p>After going through the narrow entrance of La Rabida they +found little dark rooms with pictures and maps and charts of Columbus +and Isabel in many different forms. In the southwest +room they found a table and doors and bricks and the key from +the house of Columbus. In the case among the many sacred +relics was a locket said to contain some of the dust of that great +man. They saw the Lotto portrait which was used on the souvenir +half dollars. There were the Indian idols which Columbus +brought to Isabel, one of the canoes in which the Indians came +out to meet him, and even one of the bolts to which Columbus +was chained. Each one of the party were continually discovering +the most wonderful things. Fanny found an autograph letter of +the great Cortez and she wrote in her note book from the book of +Waltzeemuller where he said, "Americus has discovered a fourth +part more of the world and Europe and Asia are named for women +this country ought to be called America or land of Americus because +he has an acute intellect."</p> + +<p>While she was writing this an old gentleman came up to her +and said, "Say, Miss, I want to see the remains of Columbus, I +heard they are here with a soldier on each side of his body."</p> + +<p>Fanny pointed to the place where the locket was but he was disappointed +and did not care to go "just to see a pinch of dust in a +locket."</p> + +<p>Aunt was sitting on her camp stool in the room where the table +of Columbus was, but to get a nearer view of something she left + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page92" id="page92">[Pg 92]</a></span> + +it for a moment. Just then a family of man and wife with five +children came in and found that they were standing at the table +and by the door of Columbus. The woman saw the chair and +supposing it to be a part of the Columbus furniture sat down in it. +Then she arose and called her husband. "Henry come here and +set in this chair. Thank God I've set where Columbus set." +The husband sat in it awhile and then each one of the children +time about, while Aunt Sarah waited patiently for them to get +through, not wanting to break the pleasure of their great achievement.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;"> +<img src="images/image30.jpg" width="358" height="310" alt="image30" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THANK GOD I'VE SET WHERE COLUMBUS SET."</span> +</div> + +<p>Tired of further sight seeing, our family decided to leave the +grounds, and started on their homeward journey with over two +hours ahead of them. There was no use walking through streets + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page93" id="page93">[Pg 93]</a></span> + +when they could pass nearly the whole distance through buildings. +This was one of the ways to economize on travel and time.</p> + +<p>Across the bridge from La Rabida was the great archway entrance +of the Agricultural hall. Around the old convent with its +low-browed walls ran a width of fresh dirt at intervals over which +were stuck the ancient signs, "Keep off the grass," but no grass +was yet visible.</p> + +<p>"That's what I don't like about this White City. So much of +it is so, and so much of it ain't so that I never can tell what +is so," said Uncle.</p> + +<p>In the Agricultural hall there were never ending wonders for +the farmer. All the agricultural ingenuity of the earth was +centered here.</p> + +<p>"Now, come on, father, we can see plows and lawn mowers +when we get home."</p> + +<p>But Uncle lingered longingly over a new device for lacerating +the soil and destroying its noxious productions. Uncle and Aunt +had ceased their usual exclamations after the first two or three +days. In the first place exclamations, such as the good deacon +would use, were entirely inadequate, and in the second place the +cords of utterance had become exhausted.</p> + +<p>"Well, ef they haint gone and got some dog fennel here. I +wonder where the cuckle-burrs are, and the tick-seed, and the +jimson weeds and the puff-balls. It's a mean discrimination to +bring one of the nuisances without bringing them all."</p> + +<p>They went through and out over the bridge of the south canal, +on past the bandstand to the Administration building.</p> + +<p>"What inspiring music," said Fanny. "It is hard to tell +whether our eyes or our ears can bring us the most joy. Surely +I can live to be a better woman now every day of my life."</p> + +<p>As they entered the Administration building they saw a man in +the center of the court looking up through the building at the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page94" id="page94">[Pg 94]</a></span> + +great dome which seemed to pierce the sky. He leaned farther +and farther back until he fell backwards and lay there on his back +still gazing intently upward. A number of people rushed up to +him horror stricken, as if he had just fallen from the top of the +dome and they expected to see him a crushed mass. As they +began to close up around him he yelled out: "O you get away +you fool people, you don't know what a fine view I'm a getting +of the top."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 354px;"> +<img src="images/image31.jpg" width="354" height="334" alt="image31" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HIS HALF-DOLLAR ENTRANCE FEE GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO SEE THE DOME FROM THE MOST ADVANTAGEOUS POSITION."</span> +</div> + +<p>But one of the Columbian guards seemed to think that was +not the legal way to view the dizzy heights of the building and +forthwith jerked him to his feet and ushered him to the outside. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page95" id="page95">[Pg 95]</a></span> + +The last seen of the man he was muttering, "Them fool builders +put them picters clear up at the top and then the fool guards wont +let a fellow enjoy them."</p> + +<p>He evidently believed he had been treated outrageously in a +free country by an autocratic guard, and that his fifty cents entrance +fee entitled him to view any object in any position of +vantage.</p> + +<p>They went on into the Mines building where the sparkling ores +of a thousand mines were in piles and pyramids or wrought into +colonnades, facades and burnished domes. There were dazzling +diamonds and beautiful opals, emeralds and gems from all parts +of the earth; Michigan's copper globe, North Carolina's pavilion +of mica designs, Montana's famous Rehan statue of solid silver +resting on a plinth of gold, Arizona's old Spanish arastra and New +Mexico's mining cabin.</p> + +<p>From a northwest doorway they passed on out of this world of +subterranean wonders across the street into the Transportation +building.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe these things are used anywhere," said +Johnny. "They're like the four-legged woman—just made for +show. Father, you can't expect me to ride in no common farm +wagon after bringin' me to see this."</p> + +<p>"These cars do represent awful improvement in three generations," +said Uncle. "Now, it is supposed that when I was a boy +I rode in that 'Flyer' there, or on the one they call 'Rocket;' but +I didn't, 'cause I never seed a train till I was past twenty. Fanny +would be supposed to ride up there in that gay three-story palace +on wheels, and Johnny will get to ride a hundred and fifty miles +an hour on that 'lectric railroad; but a common cattle car is fast +enough for me. I don't know what the world's a comin' to when +people rides a hundred and fifty miles an hour and choose to +sleep fourteen stories high."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page96" id="page96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> + +<p>They had wandered around the locomotive section, and on +their way curiously viewed the famous "John Bull," the oldest +locomotive in America. Near by some workingmen throwing a +pile of dirt into a cart, caught Uncle's eye.</p> + +<p>"Well, look at them fellers. Ef my farm hands was to work +that way I'd not get enough corn to feed my Jerseys a month."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 351px;"> +<img src="images/image32.jpg" width="351" height="335" alt="image32" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"A FIGHT, A FIGHT!"</span> +</div> + +<p>He was quite disgusted with their slow and listless movements. +They returned down another aisle and came out in +front of the magnificent doorway of the building. They were +just behind two elegantly dressed ladies, who were looking up at +the decorations.</p> + +<p>"Well, upon me wohd, do obswerve that dohway. How + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page97" id="page97">[Pg 97]</a></span> + +intwesting. I am shuah it seems to me to be pewfectly supub. +It is so lovie, so sreet."</p> + +<p>"O Grandpa," said Johnny, "do tell me what language they +are talking."</p> + +<p>"I don't know, Johnny; ask Fanny."</p> + +<p>John's attention was here caught by the loud arguments of +some gondoliers at the landing near by, and he ran down to see +the fight he was sanguine enough to believe was about to take +place.</p> + +<p>They made noise enough to be sure but perhaps this was their +way of attracting attention. There were at least a dozen excited +foreigners gesticulating over some exciting topic. Evidently some +foreigner had been riding and he thought the fare was too high. +Noise and genteel swearing were the chief argument.</p> + +<table cellpadding="5" summary="note"> +<tr><td><p> +They swore in German, French and Russian;<br /> +In Greek, Italian, Spanish, Prussian;<br /> +In Turkish, Swedish, Japanese—<br /> +You never heard such oaths as these.<br /> +They scolded, railed and imprecated,<br /> +Abased, defied and execrated;<br /> +With malediction, ban and curse<br /> +They simply went from bad to worse;<br /> +Carramba! O, bismillah! Sacre!<br /> +(And ones than which these aren't a marker.)<br /> +The very air with curses quivered<br /> +As each his favorite oath delivered;<br /> +A moment's pause for breath, and then<br /> +Each buckled up and cursed again. +</p></td></tr> +</table> + +<p>But the storm ceased as quickly as it had begun and in a minute +they were all as complacent and jolly as children.</p> + +<p>Fanny read aloud to her grandfather the words over the archway:</p> + +<p>"There be three things which make a nation great and prosperous: +a fertile soil, busy workshops, and easy conveyance for +men and goods from place to place."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page98" id="page98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Grandpa, Bacon wrote that and he lived in the time of +Shakespeare, when Elizabeth was Queen of England."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, child, it's a great prophesy of our greatness. I +thought before I came here that the soil done about all of it and +what little was not done by the soil was done by the workshop but +I see that there is just as much necessity and greatness outside of +these things."</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, let me read what is on the right side of the doorway: +"Of all inventions, the alphabet and the printing press alone excepted, +those inventions which abridge distance have done most +for civilization." That was Macaulay, the great essayist and +historian of England. I wish I had known he said that, for last +month we debated in our literary society the question: "Resolved. +That bullets have done more for the spread of civilization than +<ins class="correction" title="original: second closing quote missing">books.""</ins></p> + +<p>It is rather an amusing thing to note how the exposition affects +different people. Some of the visitors are of a type which nothing +moves. They have lived all their lives in the pursuit of a +placid routine of simple duties, and, while they have come to the +fair from a sense of duty and fully intend to see all that may be +seen, still they are prone to retire on occasion to some quiet corner +where they can rest unobserved, and then their talk invariably +drops into some simple, natural channel that is in accord with the +tenor of their dally lives. Of course this is tinctured more or less +with the unaccustomed sights and sounds about them, but not +greatly so; for the most part they simply ignore their surroundings.</p> + +<p>In strong contrast are the ones who have obviously got themselves +up expressly for the fair regardless of expense; their clothes +are new, and are chiefly noticeable for the quality which Stevenson +refers to as "a kind of mercantile brilliancy." They are +nearly as much occupied in allowing others the inestimable + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page99" id="page99">[Pg 99]</a></span> + +pleasure of gazing at them as they are in improving their own +minds. They are visitors, pure and simple, and they are characterized +by such an air of newness that even the flies avoid them +for fear of sticking to the varnish.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 167px;"> +<img src="images/image33.jpg" width="167" height="287" alt="image33" title="Illustration" /> +</div> + +<p>There is the girl with the notebook, a schoolmarm presumably, +though heaven only knows, she may be a lecturer. She usually +numbers glasses and a dark velvet +bag among her accoutrements.</p> + +<p>She is possessed of all of the catalogues +and guide books sold on the +grounds, and in the bag is a further +supply of heavier literature for the +improvement of her idle moments. +It would puzzle anybody to find out +when these idle moments occur, for +when visible she is engaged in a frantic +rush from place to place, pausing +only for a moment to ask a question +or jot down an impression, sometimes +doing both at once without even looking +at the dispenser of information.</p> + +<p>She must have a miscellaneous +mind, this girl, for anything seems to go with her from pig iron +to poetry. One of her stopped for an instant in the Electricity +building to inquire the name of a queer, compact, powerful +looking machine. The impression which she received from the +laconic attendant in charge went into her notebook in this form:</p> + +<p style="font-size: smaller; padding-left: 3em">Multiple intensifier is round and black; looks +powerful; attendant says 360 horse power. Mem., +look up multiple intensifiers in Century dictionary +on return, and find how they are applied to horses.</p> + +<p>The machine in question was a dynamo, but perhaps she will +never know.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page100" id="page100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> + +<p>In the Japanese section of the Manufactures building two dear +little old women sat down to rest their tired feet in the midst of a +bewildering display of pottery, whose brilliant tints contrasted +strongly with the rusty crape and bombazine in which they were +dressed.</p> + +<p>"I don't see," said one of them, "the use of sending missionaries +to Japan. I suppose they do worship all them things, but, +even if they do, I think that if they had as much pretty china to +home as they've got here, I'd be inclined to worship it myself. I +just don't see how they can help doing it. Do you?"</p> + +<p>"No, I <ins class="original" title="original: comma missing">don't,</ins>" said the other. "It seems almost what you +could expect. I don't believe they are so very bad after all. I +can't believe that anyone who could make such lovely things +could be a very wicked heathen. I should think the Japanese +would almost feel like sending missionaries over here."</p> + +<p>But Fanny was of a different type, she realized the sublime display +of mind and she grew months in the excellence of womanhood +every hour of her enthronement in the soul of this great +panorama of intellect and labor. Aunt was silently seeing everything +like the great dream that it was but Uncle was storing his +mind with facts whereby he could confound his neighbors.</p> + +<p>"It really seems strange to me," said Fanny, "to see how +some of these people take the Fair for a circus. If the band +played all the time they would never get a chance to look inside +the buildings. The moment they get within earshot of the tuba +horns they anchor themselves to benches or camp-stools and +watch the leader swish the air with his baton. After the music +stops they will begin hunting for more excitement, and may finally +wander in among the pictures and admire some battle scene covering +a whole wall. To-day I saw a young man and his girl +standing before that wonderful statuary from the Trocadero palace +looking the goddess in the eye while both were eating peanuts. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page101" id="page101">[Pg 101]</a></span> + +They are after nothing but a good time, as at a country +fair. I believe it is all because they don't understand what they +are looking at. Grandpa, I can finish my education now and know +how to bless you for your goodness to me. I am just beginning +to see what a great privilege it is to live."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page102" id="page102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER IX</i></h2> + +<h4>THE PLAISANCE PROPHECY</h4> + +<p>Fanny had made the acquaintance of one of the ladies in +charge of the educational exhibit of one of the states, and who +occupied rooms on the grounds. This lady made arrangements +for Fanny to remain over night with her and view a sunrise on the +lake and over the "White City." It was to be an experience +well in keeping with her emotional nature.</p> + +<p>The morning came, and the two placed themselves where +they could see through the columns of the peristyle across the +lake in the direction of the sun. They were sitting on their camp +stools on the bridge east of the statue in the basin with their +cloaks drawn tightly around them, waiting in awe as they saw the +suffusions of color spread upward into the grey sky.</p> + +<p>Suddenly there is a flash of fire far out on the lake. The last +pink curtain of mist rolled slowly away light and fleecy as cotton +wool, and the sun, behind this lazy apparel of his rising, spreads +a crimson glow over the sky and lake. Miles it comes across +the rippling waves, stealing through each arch and pillared opening +of the peristyle, creeping over the motionless waters of the +basin and bringing brightness everywhere.</p> + +<p>Slowly the great ball of fire rises higher. Now it flashes upon +the statue of liberty, now on Diana, aiming her arrow down into +the laughing waters. Under its rays the winged angels on the +spires of the palace of mechanic arts seem to start into life, as +if they had but paused for an instant in their flight toward the +land of dawning.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page103" id="page103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now the statues of the seasons, flanking the four corners of the +Agricultural building, greet the day. Columbus, his face ever toward +the west, rides onward with the sun in his triumphal car. He +looks down on the work wrought out to his glory and honor, but +his journey is westward still, out of the sunlight into the gloom. +Against the dark western sky hangs the majestic dome of the +Administration building, now a blaze of ivory and gold.</p> + +<p>The sun lifts slowly out of the water. Its rays shine white and +clear. The tired guards lean wearily over the parapets of the +canals, throwing bread to hungry swans. Flocks of seabirds +sweep up and down the canals like the first flurries of autumn +snow. The water fowl greet the day with joyous clamor, adding +a quaint, rural touch, almost startling in this city of silent palaces. +They splash about the wooded island, screaming lustily when boys +come in skiffs to steal their eggs. Swallows and frowsy little +sparrows flit from their nests, built in the very hands of the golden +goddess of Liberty.</p> + +<p>From the roofs of every building there is a sudden flash of +color. A thousand flags float in the morning breeze. Ten thousand +workmen hurry through the sunny park.</p> + +<p>The mystical city of dreamland is again the workshop of the +world.</p> + +<p>Three hours later our family were together in the art gallery +glancing at the famous paintings and statues which the nations +had given to show what subtle art can achieve on canvas and +stone.</p> + +<p>Aunt said she always knew those French people were the +most shocking people in the world. How different their section +of paintings from those of the United States. Fanny had no +time for any thought outside of the overwhelming beauty of all she +saw. She had begun to paint a little and to do some molding, +and she knew how to appreciate the marvelous skill before her. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page104" id="page104">[Pg 104]</a></span> + +She saw very few people who saw anything in them but a show. +Uncle was positively disgusted, and went through only as if it was +his duty to see everything. But among the statuary he found +some things of more interest.</p> + +<p>"Why, Grandpa, how solemn you look. Now, I can't feel +solemn at this piece of statuary. Let's see what is its name. +Here it is—'The Struggle for Bread.' That makes it more interesting. +The people are starving and the factories can give +work only to a few. Every day they throw out tickets from the +windows, and whoever brings a ticket to the office window is +employed. Look at that strong young man. He has secured +one and the old man is pleading for it, and the woman with her +little child has been knocked down in the struggle of the people +for the ticket."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, child, you can appreciate only the romance and +sentiment of it. You have never struggled in despair for bread, +and may God keep you! but Sarah and me have seen many sad, +weary days of struggles to live."</p> + +<p>Johnny had little care for the sentiment or the romance. He +was much amused, but it was a dull place for him. At last a +thought struck him. He struggled with it several minutes in a +very deep study before he ventured to reveal his perplexity. At +last it became too great to be borne longer.</p> + +<p>"Say, Grandpa, I kin see why the sculpture can't sculpture +clothes on their folks; but I don't see why the painters can't +paint their folks up some more decent."</p> + +<p>That same thing puzzled Uncle, and he could not answer. He +thought a great deal, but he only muttered something about +pictures not fit to be stuck on his horse-lot gate posts.</p> + +<p>It was nearly eleven o'clock when Fanny and Aunt found +Uncle and Johnny sitting disconsolately on the steps of the south +entrance awaiting their appearance.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page105" id="page105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> + +<p>John was patriotic and he wanted to see the liberty bell over in +the Pennsylvania building. A great crowd was gathering as they +came up and Johnny found out that the interest came from the +fact that the Duke of Varagua, the representative of Spain at the +Fair and the descended of Columbus, was visiting the bell. It +was a sight to awaken memory for the representative of the +fifteenth century discovery to be paying respects to the representative +of nineteenth century liberty.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 364px;"> +<img src="images/image34.jpg" width="364" height="340" alt="image34" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"NOT FIT TO STICK ON OUR HORSE-LOT GATE POST."</span> +</div> + +<p>City folks were not there alone. Many country people were enjoying +the pulses of freedom, liberty and patriotism. An honest +looking plow boy standing near Fanny asked his father what he +thought of the "Dook," a real live "Dook."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page106" id="page106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I think the dook ort to be proud of hevin' been kin to Columbus, +but I'll be blamed ef I don't think Columbus would be proud +too, if he wuz yer, and could tech hands 'ith his forty-eleventh +grandson. It takes a purty good man to stand all the honors +levished 'pon him that the dook's a-gittin' 'ithout his head a-bein' +turned, an' I jes' say good fur the dook."</p> + +<p>"It's all right to hev smart kin folks afore you, but it takes lots +o' hustlin' in these days an' lots o' hard work in order to stand +fust; an I vote the dook is a fine represen'tive o' his Columbus +grandfather. Now lets git closer to the old lib'ty bell."</p> + +<p>As the rural philosopher looked upon the bell hanging there in +the Pennsylvania State building he said, unconscious of the crowd +around him:</p> + +<p>"When thet bell kep' a ringin' out lib'ty, the folks thet wuz +they didn't know thet in a little mor'n a hundred years the hull +world would be a bowin' to thet bell; an' they never hed no idee +it would be carried away out yere in a place called Chicago, covered +over 'ith flowers an' gyarded by perlice to keep folks from +a techin' it, a fearin' harm might cume to it—an' it a standin' as +a symbol o' great faith an' courage. I'm powerful glad I kin +stand yere to-day with my fam'ly and look at thet bell. I jes' +wisht they'd let it ring onct."</p> + +<p>But there were others too ignorant or stupid to be patriotic before +such a scene.</p> + +<p>John became indignant, almost to the fighting point, at the +amazing stupidity of some of the remarks concerning the bell. To +him it was more than an emblem, it was a hero.</p> + +<p>He heard comments which are past belief. Of course, there +are patriots who approach with reverence and understanding and +who are only restrained by the police from chipping off pieces of +the bell, but many enter and gaze and depart in bland ignorance.</p> + +<p>"By jinks! but that's an old feller," exclaimed one inspired + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page107" id="page107">[Pg 107]</a></span> + +ignoramus. "Wonder where it came from." Another, a stout, +prosperous, business-looking party, observed that it was cracked. +"Reckon that was done bringing it here," he said. "The railroads +are fearful careless about handling freight."</p> + +<p>Still another intelligent communicator, and it seemed as if +nothing short of positive inspiration could justify his views, spoke +of the bell slightingly as a poor exhibit, and wondered what the +Pittsburg foundries meant by sending such stuff to an international +exhibition.</p> + +<p>It was now noon lunch time, and our happy family went over +to a table in one of the cafes. At one o'clock Uncle and Aunt +were to occupy rolling chairs in spending the afternoon sight-seeing +around Midway Plaisance. They had heard a great deal +about the sights there, and concluded it best to see the outside +first and prepare a campaign of sight-seeing based on information +received from the chair pushers.</p> + +<p>Across the table from them sat a man eating his meal in a +fatigued sort of way that caught their attention.</p> + +<p>"Good evening, Colonel," said a gentleman, coming up to him. +The colonel was not himself, that was plain. His eyes looked +dreamy, and he had the appearance of a man who was under the +influence of some strong and very pleasurable excitement. When +the friend saluted him he did not reply with marked courtesy. +He did not even look at him. He continued to gaze unmeaningly +at his plate, and to murmur "Irene-te-raddle, fol de-rol. +I'll niver go there anny more."</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with you?" asked the gentleman, testily.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, it do beat the dickens," said the colonel, irreverently, +"I've lived a long toime an' seen manny a queer soight in +circuses an' dime musooms an' hanky-panky shows, but niver +till to-day—oh! Naha-a, it's a bright eyes an'—a bonny locks—" +here the colonel began to thrum the table.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page108" id="page108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> + +<p>The friend came over impatiently and shook his fist under +the colonel's nose.</p> + +<p>"You weak-minded old gazabo, is it to hear ye singin' topical +songs thot Oi came down from Archery road? What ails ye?"</p> + +<p>The colonel remarked easily: "Don't git gay, George; don't +git gay. Because Oi chuse to sing a little is no reason why ye +should take liberties." Then he went on, half-musing: "Oi +don't give annything for the Fair itsilf. O'Connor tuk me in +there first, but what do Oi ca-are for show cases full uv dhried +prunes, ould r-rocks an' silk handkerchers? I was f'r goin' over +to see Buffalo Willie shootin' Injuns an' rescuin' Annie Oakley +frum the red divvels, but O'Connor sez: 'No,' he sez, 'come on +an' see the Midway,' he sez. 'So over we goes to the Midway, +an', George, Oi haven't been well since. There'll be a trolley in +me hed to me dhyin' dhay, there will, there will. We had no +more than got in the strate when a nigger in a mother Hubbard +comes up an' sez: 'Little mon.'</p> + +<p>"'Yis,' sez I, 'an' dom ye little mon till ye do go home an' +put on ye're pants, ye bould thing.'</p> + +<p>"'Hugh-h!' sez O'Connor; 'that's a Turk.'</p> + +<p>"'Thin there's a pair of us,' I sez; 'let's go.'</p> + +<p>"'Well,' he sez, 'come into the Turkish village.'</p> + +<p>"'An' see more niggers? I'll not,' I sez.</p> + +<p>"'Will you go to the Irish village, thin?'</p> + +<p>"'No,' I sez, 'aint I seen you?'</p> + +<p>"'Well, where will you go?'</p> + +<p>"'If you know a place where they keep beer,' I sez, 'I'm convenient.'</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page109" id="page109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 322px;"> +<img src="images/image35.jpg" width="322" height="535" alt="image35" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"Dom ye, little mon," says I, "Till ye do go home an' +put on yer pants."</span> +</div> + +<p>"He shoots me into a hole in the ground. George, ye should +a seen it! At one table sat a lot of black fellows with red towels +around their heads an' knives stickin' out of their yellow cloaks. +At another table was half-a-dozen gurrls with earrings as big as + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page111" id="page111">[Pg 111]</a></span> + +barrelhoops in their ears.</p> + +<p>"'Come on back,' sez O'Connor.</p> + +<p>"'No,' I sez, 'this is good enough for a poor man,' an' we sat +down at the next table to th' gurrls. Well, sir, from that time +my mind's a blank. I was like the feller in the story-books. I +knew no more. I dunno what happened at all, at all, with dancin' +gurrls an' snake cha-armers an' Boolgarian club swingers an' +foreign men goin' around with their legs in mattesses. All I +know is this, that I was carried to a ca-ar in a seedin' chair by +two men with room enough in the seat of their pants to dhrive a +street sweeper. Did y'r never ride in a seedin' chair, George? +Then, faith, ye're not in my class. Fol-der-rol, de-rol de raddle, +fol——"</p> + +<p>"An' what did ye do with O'Connor?"</p> + +<p>"How do I know? The last time I remimber him he was +askin' a girl in the Turkish theayter whether she liked vanilla or +rawsburry in her soda wather, the droolin jackanapes. Ah, na-ha, +the girls of Limerick city——." The colonel resumed his +thrumming.</p> + +<p>"And is that all you see of the fair."</p> + +<p>"Yis," said the colonel, "an" faith! if you had me hed you'd +think it was enough. An', George, to be in earnest wid ye, that +I've known since you was a little dirty boy, go to the fair, ride +around in the boats, luk at the canned tomatties an' the table-clothes, +ride in the electric cars, but beware of that Midway. +It'll no do for young men at all, at all. You'd lose your head. +You would, you would. Oh, fol-de-rol, de raddle rol."</p> + +<p>After this amusing experience just related before them, Uncle +thought it very advisable to give Johnny "a good talkin' to about +doin' nothin' wrong in that heathen exhibition of furriners."</p> + +<p>But Johnny could afford to finish that Saturday walking demurely + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page112" id="page112">[Pg 112]</a></span> + +around with the rest, for the next Monday morning Louis, +the train-boy, was to be guard and guide through the mysteries of +Midway Plaisance.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page113" id="page113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER X</i></h2> + +<h4>PLAISANCE SOCIETY</h4> + +<p>When Monday morning came the family were promptly at the +60th street gate at nine o'clock. Johnny espied Louis with his eye +over a knot hole that seemed designed by providence to let the +hungry outsiders have a morsel of the Midway Plaisance scenery. +Inside of the grounds Johnny determinedly led the way at once to +the great Ferris go-round. They stood before it measuring their +chances of living through such a revolution. It did not take much +to persuade Fanny to accompany the venturesome boys; Uncle +positively refused to discuss such a piece of folly, but Aunt decided +at last that if Fanny went she must go also.</p> + +<p>Like a forbidden specter the skeleton of the Ferris Wheel +stands out gaunt and fleshless. All around is full of light and +gayety.</p> + +<p>A devout Moslem may be pardoned if, as he passes, he touches +his forehead with three fingers of his right hand and murmurs: +"Allah il Allah!" Some such exorcism seems to be needed to +ward off the evil spirits that one would think must cluster around +the ponderous structure, perching, perhaps, like the broomstick +riders of Salem, on its spare metal ribs.</p> + +<p>They entered the car of the great wheel, and when the signal +to start was given they found that another old lady with her dudish +son were to be their companions in the aerial <ins class="correction" title="original: full stop missing">flight.</ins></p> + +<p>The earth was dropping away. Higher and higher they +went. Johnny was holding with a death-like grip on to the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page114" id="page114">[Pg 114]</a></span> + +car. Fanny's whole life was passing before her like a procession +of spectres. In a few minutes they had gone more than one +hundred and fifty feet, and the sky seemed to be falling upon +them.</p> + +<p>"Stop her!" shouted the dude, accompanying his words with +a frantic waving of his hands. Higher yet they ascended and +his face assumed the look depicted in the features of Dante's +characters when about to enter the infernal regions.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;"> +<img src="images/image36.jpg" width="356" height="305" alt="image36" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HIS PLANS IN LIFE WERE INTERFERED WITH."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Now, if the good Lord ever permits me to get back to the +earth safely," said the old woman, "I promise never to leave it +again till I am called to die."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page115" id="page115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> + +<p>They had reached the top and passed the crisis of going up. +Now they began to fall. The sky was leaving them, and the +earth was coming after them. They had no time to think. The +coming down was worse than the going up. When they stepped +out on the earth at the bottom of their descent it was with a sensation +of thankfulness never experienced before.</p> + +<p>The wheel is 275 feet high, and requires over 500 horse power +to turn it. The axle is the largest piece of steel ever forged, and +it was a great triumph of engineering skill to put it in place 150 +feet from the ground.</p> + +<p>Hagenbeck's animal show was naturally the next attraction. +Some distance ahead of them there was quite a commotion. +Johnny and his companion were, as usual, ahead. In another +minute Johnny came running back to Fanny and caught her +by the hand. Without a word he started forward with her at a +rapid pace. Quite a crowd was following some strange object, +and Johnny hurried Fanny around to the front, where she saw +Mr. Hagenbeck coming leisurely toward them with a lion walking +by his side. This was the object which was attracting such a +large crowd of people, and it indeed took some courage to stand +there as he came by. So completely did they all acknowledge +the superiority of the animal that there was no jostling about him. +The Columbian guards did not have to form a line—in fact, +even they gave way to the distinguished walker who held his head +high in the air and enjoyed the bright sunshine without deigning +to look at the crowd of different races around him. He was a +native of India, and was born to be a king, but his plans in life +were interfered with, and the forest in which he was to have ruled +was invaded and he was captured. For some time he had not +been feeling well, and the proprietor determined to let the captive +see the sunshine. So they started out together, the lion walking +along as quietly as a spaniel. When the six lions in the cage + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page116" id="page116">[Pg 116]</a></span> + +saw their comrade out for a stroll they gave a chorus of roars +which made the windows rattle. It was answered from the +roadway, and six guards who stood by thought discretion the +better part of valor, and started on a run for the viaduct. Mr. +Hagenbeck called them back and told them it was all right, but +they still kept a safe distance. The lion seemed to enjoy the +outing, yet when his trainer started to come back the monarch +of the jungle followed him.</p> + +<p>The crowd parted as the pair came toward it with more haste +than grace, and the lion licked his companion's hand and went +back to his cage. Mr. Hagenbeck explained that the lion is one +of the largest in the world, and is not yet full grown. It is perfectly +gentle, and at his home in Hamburg it is not kept in a +cage, but plays in the yard with his children like a cat.</p> + +<p>In front of Hagenbeck's building there were assembled a +motley crowd of people gazing into a small room over the entrance +way. There were a number of lions jumping about at the crack +of the master's whip and giving the people a sample show of +what could be seen inside. It caught the crowd, for there was a +rush to the ticket office when the keeper disappeared from among +the lions.</p> + +<p>In the center of the building was a circular cage that looked +like an old fashioned wire rat trap greatly enlarged. Into this +cage the animals were introduced to go through with their <ins class="correction" title="original: full stop missing">performance.</ins></p> + +<p>"Well for that bear to walk on that globe and roll it along beats +anything I ever seed," said Uncle. "He's got more agility in him +than I ever had even at my best. Johnny, you couldn't walk a log +across the creek as well as that bear walks that pole, and just look +at him walking backwards. If you will notice, Johnny, you will see +that the trainer gives all that acts bad a lump of sugar and the +ones that act good don't get nothing. That's the way of lots of + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page117" id="page117">[Pg 117]</a></span> + +things, but if you will notice it the good ones will live the longest."</p> + +<p>Aunt admired the dogs very much and observed that they +didn't have to be told what to do as the others did and they were +more willing and more grateful for attention. It was really +pathetic and comical to see how they seemed to appreciate applause.</p> + +<p>The dwarf elephant, thirty-five inches high, was brought into +the arena in an ordinary trunk. It complacently ate some sugar +and returned to its quarters.</p> + +<p>When the show was over they walked up the street toward the +Turkish village. Here a number of people were gathering around +a Turkish fakir who was at the side of the street loudly proclaiming +the merits of his wares and shouting out some tirade that his +employer had taught him as a means of attracting a crowd. +Johnny had seen the fellow before and he drew his friends up +close to him so they could hear his peculiar harangue.</p> + +<p>"By the beard of the prophet, my heart swells to spill the souls +of those christian dogs. I am the mighty man of the desert and +they shall repent or die."</p> + +<p>"He, he, he," yelled Louis, "that's the feller what the kids told +me yanked the mummy of Rameses from the holy temple and +knocks out all the Chinamen and Arabs along the Plaisance. +Look at him howl."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Jeremiah, let's get away quick. I'm 'fraid he's dangerous," +said Aunt Sarah.</p> + +<p>"No he ain't," said Louis. "Jest watch me," and he walked +up and tossed a copper at the orator's head and Abdul, the +mighty man of the desert, caught it with a grin and in broken English +said "tank ye."</p> + +<p>"Disturb me not, O reckless heathens," and he flipped a pebble +with his fingers at a passing German who had just come out of +the mediaeval castle with a tray of beer mugs on his head. The + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page118" id="page118">[Pg 118]</a></span> + +stone struck him on the ear. He set his tray down on a table +and came over to the warlike Arab.</p> + +<p>"Wot ver you trow dot stein."</p> + +<p>"Move on I contend only with the strong and mighty."</p> + +<p>"Wot ver you trow dot stein," and the little waiter edged up +close.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 166px;"> +<img src="images/image37.jpg" width="166" height="282" alt="image37" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"IT STRUCK HIM ON THE EAR.</span> +</div> + +<p>"O mamma, I know the poor waiter will be killed, let's run +away quick," said Fanny.</p> + +<p>"O yer don't know nothin'," said Johnny, disgusted. "The +Dutchman kin lick him in a minnit."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page119" id="page119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 342px;"> +<img src="images/image38.jpg" width="342" height="588" alt="image38" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"She sketched their heads——"</span> +</div> + +<p>"Wut ver you trow dot stein. You tink I am a house side. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page121" id="page121">[Pg 121]</a></span> + +Donnervetter! I gif you some brains alretty;" and before Abdul, +son of Cairo, could think, the little German tripped him to the +ground, and as he fell caught him by the hair and dragged him +into the boundary lines of the Turkish village, slammed him on +the ground, and in a few minutes was back among the beer +tables of the castle with his tray, calling "peer, peer, shents! ah +trei peer, two cigar, kevarter tollar!"</p> + +<p>The day had been a very fatiguing one, and Uncle and Aunt +decided to spend the next day quietly at home in the hotel. +Johnny and Louis had stayed manfully by the old folks all day, +and their promised adventures had not yet occurred. The next +day they were to be the guardians of Fanny, and they were quite +proud of the duty.</p> + +<p>Fanny's note book and sketch book were now pretty well filled. +Midway Plaisance heads and feet offered the most tempting work +for her pencil. It is tempting enough for anyone to ask: "Where +did you get that hat?" or "Where did you hit that shoe?" +Evidently not in Chicago. Nothing of their kind ever graced a +western city in such versatile varieties until the bands began to +play and the world's cake-walk moved down the Plaisance.</p> + +<p>In former years, when they had band concerts and Sunday +school picnics at Jackson Park the visitor saw about four kinds of +masculine <ins class="correction" title="original: headware">headwear</ins>. One was the gray helmet of the park +policeman resting under the tree. Another was the tall and shining +silk hat of the elderly parent. In addition to these were some +straw hats with rims not so wide as those of 1893, and derbys +which were a trifle higher in the crown than the new ones. In +the general description at the park the old styles of headwear +have been crowded to the background by foreign novelties. The +dicer, the fez, the turban, the hood, the helmet and the sun-shade +are becoming very common. Only the stranger who comes into +the gates is startled by the sight of a gaunt black man wrapped + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page122" id="page122">[Pg 122]</a></span> + +in a sheet and wearing coiled around his head enough clothing +to make a good wash. But of all the incomprehensible varieties +of headwear about the grounds from foreign lands, it remained +for our own American Indian to outdo them all. When the great +No Neck, of the Sioux nation, walks through the grounds with his +war bonnet of eagle feathers trailing on the ground, the East +Indians concede their defeat. No Neck's bonnet is worth about +$400.</p> + +<p>The footwear is worse in variety, if such a thing is possible. +Perhaps, after all, it is a matter of education rather than appearance +or convenience. The most elaborate is the high-topped +boots of the German cavalryman, and the least the Dahomey +Amazon, who sometimes has a red string tied around her great +toe. They come from a torrid country, and have been freezing +nearly every day, but scorn the apparel of the weak white man. +The Amazons refuse to wear shoes. When it is too chilly for +them to gallop around inside the bark fence they crawl into +their tents, roll themselves up in the black blankets and criticise +the policy of the Exposition.</p> + +<p>On a moist day, when a Chinaman walks down the Plaisance +he leaves a trail of oval-shaped tracks. It would take a keen +judge of human nature to decide by looking at the tracks whether +he has left home or was going back.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page123" id="page123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 341px;"> +<img src="images/image39.jpg" width="341" height="579" alt="image39" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"——And then their feet."</span> +</div> + +<p>The Soudanese slipper is the most shiftless thing that a man +ever put on his foot. It is simply a leather sole and toe. These +represent the triumph of laziness. The Soudan citizen simply +walks into his slipper in the morning and then in the evening he +backs out. Every time he takes a step he lifts his heel away +from the sole and it seems morally certain that he will lose the +slipper, but in some way he manages to hold it. It is said this +trick is accomplished by elevating the big toe at each step, thus +preventing any slip. Any uncultured American who started for a + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page125" id="page125">[Pg 125]</a></span> + +promenade, wearing such things, would be in his stocking feet before +he proceeded ten steps, but the men in the Cairo street tramp +around all day and apparently do not realize that they are running +any risk.</p> + +<p>That evening at home Fanny gave a review of her note book, +wherein she had recorded her observations on the politeness of +the different nations as she had witnessed them. She thought +the Javanese were the politest people of all. They always lay +their hands upon their hearts and say, "I am honored," when +spoken to. When they failed in their ability to answer a question, +they just smile to show their good will. The Fort Rupert Indians +politely tell their visitor to go when they have told what is +asked for. There is of course more kinds of etiquette in the +Plaisance than in any other spot of its size on earth. If the visitor +desired to be just right it would require an etiquette reference +book in at least sixteen languages.</p> + +<p>Among the Turks there are strange habits. In greeting a +stranger they bow very low and remain perfectly silent until spoken +to. They will then shake hands in a genuine English fashion. +One Turk calling on another will never sit down until the host +arrives, even if he has to wait an hour. When the host comes in +the two sit down after having exchanged greetings and not another +word is spoken until coffee is served. The Syrians, on the other +hand, will not turn their faces to a host before being spoken to. +It is the proper thing when visiting one of them to take a seat +with the back to the door and wait until the host enters and make +no move until spoken to, when the visitor is expected to rise and +bow.</p> + +<p>To fully understand all an Egyptian says and does is a harder +task than deciphering the hieroglyphics on an obelisk. The language +of the Egyptian gentleman is the most fulsome possible. +If he should be in need of a little temporary loan he will pound + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page126" id="page126">[Pg 126]</a></span> + +the man (whom he hopes to confidence successfully) on the back +until he can hardly breathe. Experts in Egyptian etiquette can +tell by the pounding process what is coming, and when the ceremony +reaches the piledriver degree it is the proper thing to say: +"What can I do for you?"</p> + +<p>On hearing this the Egyptian will talk something like this: +"Do for me? Why, my dear and most honored sir, your humble +dog of a servant would not presume to ask a favor of one so great +as you. I thought of calling on you yesterday, but it rained, and +I feared that you would not be in a good humor and might refuse +me, but then I want nothing. Who am I that a humble follower +of Mohammed should dare to ask of you, my great lord and +master, the very slightest favor? And yet if it had not rained +yesterday I should have been fully inclined to ask you for temporary +aid, but to-day I would not think of causing your highness +any trouble. Why should I, who am so lowly, ask one for $5 for +a few days. It would be an insult to you; one you could never +forget. What, you insist on it? I am to take this, am I? Now +really, as I was saying that one so low—but if you positively +insist, if you are sure you will be deeply and terribly insulted if I +do not take it—but your dog of a servant——"</p> + +<p>That settles it. Having obtained the money he marches out +without a thank you or goodbye.</p> + +<p>The Dahomey people are the strangest of all. The first greeting +of one amazon to the other is to slap her face. The visitor +always slaps the hostess first, and if the visit is welcome the +visitor gets a cuff on each cheek, and if it is not convenient to +receive the visitor no slap is given in return.</p> + +<p>But the palm is left to the American for a whole-souled disregard +of the feelings of others. The show was brought here for +the special benefit of the visitor; he has paid his money, and he +has the right to do as he pleases.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page127" id="page127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p> + +<p>If the sedan chair bearers happen to pass with some fat man +for a passenger, the whole street is in an uproar of English comment +meant to be humorous. Then the ordinary American visitor +seems to think it his prerogative to point at the foreign contingent +and say things aloud about them that would secure physical +retaliation if the object of the remark were a citizen of the +United States instead of a guest of the nation.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page128" id="page128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XI</i></h2> + +<h4>A STARTLING MYSTERY</h4> + +<p>The next day was what the boys called African day; that is, they +intended to see all that was to be seen from Dahomey to Nubia +and Soudan. Fanny was to spend the morning in the panoramas +of the Burnese Alps and the volcano Kilaueau. At noon she +would meet them at one of the inns.</p> + +<p>The boys wandered about for some time in search of adventure. +Over in the street of Cairo there were two peculiar structures that +looked like inverted soup-bowls. There was a three cornered +aperture In the front of each where men and women could be seen +crawling in and out. Over one of these doors was a placard on +which was painted, "See the 18 months old Soudanese baby dance. +The only dance of the kind on earth." Over the door of the +other one was a placard on which was printed "Only 25c to see +the great Nubian terpsichorean evolutions." Two or three men +would come up, stand awhile and listen at the curious sounds from +within, resembling very much the noise made by a pack of curs +after a rabbit they did not hope to catch; or, perhaps, more like a +plantation jamboree when all the strings of the banjo were broken +but one and it had been mended twice.</p> + +<p>The people came to see the sights, and here was a mysterious +something they might regret a lifetime in the missing. Our two +boys required no mental balancing of any nice points of propriety. +It was there to see, and they had the money to see it +with. What more was wanting? Nothing but to exchange the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page129" id="page129">[Pg 129]</a></span> + +fee for the yellow ticket and present it to the saffron-hued keeper +of the door. The little half space alloted to visitors inside was +crowded, but the two boys were soon at the front. This was the +Nubian's place. There were two men, two women and two +little girls. All had what seemed very much like bed-sheets +wrapped closely around them. The older girl, according to +Johnny's estimate, was six inches through and about five feet +tall. One of the men had a belt made of goat hoofs. He +danced around awhile and then held out his hat for voluntary contributions. +A number of nickels and dimes went in, and then a +vigorous dancing commenced. The dance consisted in all +jumping straight up and down as stiff-legged and as high as possible. +The hat went round again, and the pennies and nickels +came in by handfuls. This made them wild in their desire to +give value received, and they jumped higher and higher, faster +and faster. Sometimes they forgot that they were in Chicago +and neglected to attend to the sheet with dexterity. But when +people are in Nubia they are supposed to do as the Nubians do +and not regard these little negligences. Some of the women +went out, but Johnny and Louis stayed in; and they kept staying +like a small boy at a free phonograph. They were studying +Nubians.</p> + +<p>After being satiated with knowledge, they remembered that +there was a Soudanese baby dance, the only one of its kind on +earth. They might be missing something. Then they wanted +out.</p> + +<p>In the next place they saw the same kind of people and the +same dance. True, there was a baby eating some candy in the +back of the hut, but its jaws did all the dancing for it. This was +a swindle which the boys would not further encourage by their +presence, and they withdrew.</p> + +<p>From this they went over to the Dahomey village. Like all + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page130" id="page130">[Pg 130]</a></span> + +Gaul, Dahomey is divided into three parts, whereof Monsieur and +his staff inhabit one, his warriors a second, and his amazons a +third. The amazons are twenty in number and for the most part +are occupied in the pursuit of keeping their pickaninnies from +making mud pies with the drinking water. They live in a row of +long, low huts thatched with palm leaves.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 360px;"> +<img src="images/image40.jpg" width="360" height="326" alt="image40" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THE TINT OF A NEWLY BLACKED PAIR OF OXFORDS."</span> +</div> + +<p>A rail runs in front of the huts and a board sidewalk, on which +the amazons squat to perform their toilets, mainly consisting of +the application of greasy combs to the half inch of wool accorded +them by their Creator to serve the purpose of hair.</p> + +<p>Day and night they oil themselves. Other times they oil +one another. Their shining bodies reflect the glory of the noonday + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page131" id="page131">[Pg 131]</a></span> + +sun. Their complexions when their toilets are fully complete +approach patent leather. Other times they stop short at the tint +of a newly blacked pair of Oxfords.</p> + +<p>Inside the huts the amazons betake themselves to arts of peace. +A tall woman, clad in a striped loin cloth, was rubbing corn between +two big stones in a firm faith that eventually it would +become meal. The miller is the curiosity of the realm, for she +only has two husbands, both of whom, however, she saw fit to +leave behind her in Africa to mind the babies. In Dahomey the +hand that rocks the cradle does not bother about ruling the world. +Woman has her rights with a vengeance among those people and +man has fully recognized her fighting qualities.</p> + +<p>They found the village tightly enclosed in a high board fence. +Then began a vigorous search for knot-holes. But every opening +they found had the walls of a hut before it. At last they +were partially rewarded by discovering a fault in one of the boards +where they could see past one of the huts into the enclosure. +Half a dozen of the backs of men and women could be seen +about ten steps from the fence. The people would bend over out +of sight and then back again. All kinds of conjectures came to +the boys. Louis suggested that they were "shootin' craps." +Johnny thought they were doing some kind of a religious ceremony. +The pressure of curiosity became too great to be +endured. They went around the corner and discovered that there +was not a single guard in sight. Johnny was standing the expenses, +and Louis was generous enough to propose that some +means be secured to elevate Johnny to the top of the fence. No +more intense brain work was expended on the Ferris wheel than +these two boys gave to the proposed elevation. It took mechanical +skill of the highest order, for the management had provided +for these emergencies, and there was nothing in sight to help +them. But necessity kindly became again the mother of invention. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page132" id="page132">[Pg 132]</a></span> + +There was a small tool chest a short distance down the +back fence waiting for the wagon to take it away. It evidently +contained no tools, for it was quite light, and the boys soon had +it set on end against the fence. Louis got on top of this and +was able by tip-toeing to get an occasional glimpse over. But +not long enough to reach any conclusions as to the mysterious +ceremonies transpiring within. Louis caught hold of the top +of the fence firmly and told Johnny to climb up over his +back. The natives were too intent at their work to see him, +and he got astride of the fence without any difficulty, but in such +a position that he could not see what was going on. The <ins class="correction" title="original: eves">eaves</ins> of +the conical shaped hut were almost in reach. He moved back a +little and put his hand on the roof to steady himself. But, alas, +the roof was dried palm leaves, and instead of supporting him his +hand plunged through and before he could recover himself he fell +crashing over against the house, held there for a moment as in +despair and then with an armful of the hut held tight to his breast +he fell headlong to the ground. The excited natives in all styles +of dress, from the voluptuous mother hubbard, much <ins class="correction" title="original: abreviated">abbreviated</ins> +above and below to the heavy slouch hat and military overcoat, +all crowded around him in the belief that somehow he was intending +to destroy their domestic happiness. Johnny did not know in +what form the attack was coming and as he could not turn over +to get up without touching one of the natives he concluded it +wisest to lie still on his back with the portion of the hut +which he had brought down with him, remaining over him for +protection. Louis gave a mighty jump upward and got his elbows +over the top of the fence. He drew himself up enough +to see Johnny lying on his back so still and the natives gathered +around him gesticulating wildly and talking in a very excited manner. +The sight was enough. Certainly, his friend was dead. He +gave a yell that could be heard to the beauty show, and jumped + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page133" id="page133">[Pg 133]</a></span> + +down to the ground, calling for the police at the top of his voice. +The natives hearing the noise, supposed there was a plot to murder +them all, and one got a long-handled rake some workman +had left and began to pull the grass off of the prostrate Johnny. +Meantime, the frantic explanations of Louis that the Dahomeys +were murdering his friend brought a greater and greater crowd +to the corner of the enclosure. A number of guards came up, +but they had no key and no authority to break into the village. +Some policemen came up, but they were either powerless or +could not comprehend. No one had seen the accident, and +Louis was fast becoming incoherent in his oft repeated explanations. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page134" id="page134">[Pg 134]</a></span> + +Meanwhile the crowd grew larger and larger, till hundreds +were gathered together. All the Plaisance was coming to see +what extraordinary affair was taking place.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 352px;"> +<img src="images/image41.jpg" width="352" height="337" alt="image41" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HE GAVE A YELL THAT COULD BE HEARD TO THE BEAUTY SHOW."</span> +</div> + +<p>When all the debris was pulled off of Johnny he concluded to +get up. He tried to make them understand that he wanted out, +but they could not get his meaning, for he was so bewildered that +he was pointing in another direction from the gate. At last one +seemed to comprehend, and he ran as fast as he could go to one +of the huts toward which Johnny seemed to point, and returned +leading one of the damsels of the place who, from gorgeousness +of native modesty, seemed to be the belle of the village. The +native evidently thought that Johnny was in love with the girl, +and that he had taken this unceremonious method as the last +desperate chance of his life to obtain her. The native was presenting +her to him with all his natural suaveness, and was +apparently offering him the freedom of the town, when the gate +opened and two officers rushed in. One of them took Johnny by +the ear and led him outside. People were packed about the +place in enormous masses, and every available fence or elevation +was utilized by the crowd struggling to see. A dozen or more +policemen were outside endeavoring to handle the mass of +people. It took half an hour for them to make a way to get John +to the outside. When they saw Johnny, a great shout was set +up, but it only added to the fright that already possessed Johnny's +whole mind.</p> + +<p>All sorts of stories were afloat among the people. Some said +the Dahomeys had captured a boy the night before and were just +on the eve of sacrificing him to their idols when a policeman +got track of what was going on. As some policemen passed +this part of the crowd they were cheered, cheer on cheer, +for their keenness and bravery in rescuing an American from such +a fate. Others, who claimed to know, said it was worse even + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page135" id="page135">[Pg 135]</a></span> + +than that, for one of the policemen had confided to him that the +Dahomey people were about to practice cannibalism and had +secured the boy in order to eat him. A number were sure +that this would cause our government to have these people sent +back to Dahomey and as they were under the French government +and were brought here by French people it would probably +lead to an open rupture between the two republics and perhaps involve +all Europe in a struggle for national existence.</p> + +<p>The reporters ran the rumors down to the very last prophecy +and sent post-haste their scoops to their respective papers and a +wave of indignation swept the entire country that cannibalism +came so near being enacted in the very midst of the greatest enterprise +of modern civilization.</p> + +<p>The name of the boy could not be learned, nor anybody found +who knew anything about him, but there were thousands of people +who were witnesses of the rescue and bore testimony of how near +our nation came of being disgraced forever. The policemen +knew nothing about it. All they could say was that they found +the boy surrounded by the natives, and they since remembered +that he seemed too <ins class="correction" title="original: terrifed">terrified</ins> to speak, and the natives were greatly +excited at the presence of the officers. They had taken the +boy to the outside of the crowd and let him go. The natives +themselves could give only a confused account of how they had +heard a noise and had seen the boy lying near one of the huts on +his back and covered with material torn from the roof of one of the +huts. Their story was evidently absurd. Meantime the delivery +wagon had taken the tool chest away and thus destroyed the only +evidence that might have cleared up the case. The fence was +too high for the boy to climb over, and the Columbian guards +detailed to that section swore they always kept the whole village +in view, and it was impossible for the boy to have got over the +fence without being seen by them. Like the great wave of the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page136" id="page136">[Pg 136]</a></span> + +sea that breaks into a million pieces as it strikes the shore, so +this great question resolved itself into a thousand theories, and +at last lived in the memory of the people only as the great +mystery of Midway Plaisance.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page137" id="page137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XII</i></h2> + +<h4>BEAUTY SHOW</h4> + +<p>Fanny was at the inn when noon came but the boys were nowhere +to be seen. She saw great crowds of people massed a +little way up the street but crowds were a common sight. She +heard broken narrations of some exciting event that had transpired +but there was nothing to cause her to think that her brother might +be the central figure of all the excitement. Johnny rarely missed +his appointments with her and she felt that something unusual had +occurred or he would have met her at the designated place.</p> + +<p>She decided to spend the afternoon at the Libby Glass Works +and at the Beauty show. Once in the works, where glass is +wrought into the most curious and costly designs, a few hours +seems only too short for a good appreciation of the work done. +The art, as illustrated there, is as fascinating as a romance. +Three hundred people are employed there daily in showing what +can be done with glass. Entrance is to be had to the blowing-room, +in the center of which is the huge cruciform. In this there +are placed the crucibles, as the working-holes are called. The +heat in the furnace is 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit.</p> + +<p>The batch from which glass is made is composed of sand, lead, +saltpetre, potash and soda. It has to be cooked in the terrible +heat for twenty-four hours before it is fit for use. In front of the +working holes are the workmen. A long steel tube is thrust into +the batch and a quantity of the mixture accumulated on the end. +From the moment it is taken out of the crucible until the form is + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page138" id="page138">[Pg 138]</a></span> + +completed the operator never allows the hot glass to be still for a +moment. It is always moving.</p> + +<p>The second floor of the building is a lively place. It is here +that the cutting is done. The process is most interesting and +shows the highest skill of the glass-worker's art.</p> + +<p>Opposite the cutting department is the glass spinning and weaving +department. The spinning of glass into fine threads is done +by means of a wheel nine feet in diameter which revolves twenty +times a minute. A glass rod is exposed at one end to a blowpipe +flame. When the glass is melted it is attached to the +periphery of the wheel and the operator sits with watch in front of +him. Every minute the position of the melting glass is shifted +until the broad wheel is filled, when it is stopped and the glass is +cut and taken off, made into the desired lengths and taken to the +loom. The weaving is done by girls on hand looms. Two hundred +threads of glass are woven <ins class="correction" title="original: alternatley">alternately</ins> with one thread of silk. +The thread is made up into napkins, neckties, lamp shades, bonnets +and hats.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 364px;"> +<img src="images/image42.jpg" width="364" height="302" alt="image42" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"SHE THOUGHT VERY DIFFERENTLY OF HIM NOW."</span> +</div> + +<p>Fanny sat down on a bench to rest for a while when, chancing +to glance to the far side of the exhibit she saw Mr. Warner, +whom she had formerly known as Mr. Moses, intently watching +the work in the looms. She thought very differently of him +now. Louis had hotly defended him against everything the confidence +man had said, and, of course, she now saw that the man +who had spoken against Mr. Warner was of the most abandoned +type of men. Somehow she felt that she owed him some palliation +for the rudeness she had exercised. It would, perhaps, not +be altogether according to the rules of etiquette; but if the +opportunity offered she intended to say something in explanation. +As he came on around her way she felt her pulses beat faster +and her face flushing under some strange excitement. As he +approached to where she sat, he saw her and stopped for a + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page139" id="page139">[Pg 139]</a></span> + +moment. When he came by she looked, up and he bowed and +was about to pass on, but she arose from her seat and he stopped. +He held in his hand some samples of woven goods, and he +remarked that he was making a study of these fabrics to see if +they were worth handling by his firm. The conversation led on +so easily and naturally that she forgot that she had something she +wanted to say in extenuation of past rudeness. She could not +help observing how totally different was this man's bearing and +conversation from the evil-minded man who had presumed upon +her acquaintance before. There were no questions asked; no +lead in conversation that caused her to speak in any way whatever +of herself or her people. In a few minutes he had passed + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page140" id="page140">[Pg 140]</a></span> + +on, and she felt from instinct and reason that this man was a +gentleman.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 345px;"> +<img src="images/image43.jpg" width="345" height="282" alt="image43" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THE LADIES WANTED TO SEE HER DRESS."</span> +</div> + +<p>From this place she went over to the international dress +exhibit, more commonly known as the "Beauty Show." Here +were fifty young ladies chosen from as many different nationalities +in order to exhibit the fashions of the world in the highest +art of dress. At the front was Fatima, the queen of beauty. +Her booth represented a room in the Sultan's harem. On either +side, reclining on an ottoman, were her waiting maids, and at her +feet her special servant. All the magnificence of oriental splendor +surrounded her. A group of at least a hundred people were +continually crowding the railing in front. They plied her with +questions, and the ladies were much offended because she would +not walk around so they could get a better view of her dress. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page141" id="page141">[Pg 141]</a></span> + +She could answer questions in nearly any language but Turkish, +and she finally admitted to some French gentlemen who were +quizzing her that she came from Austria, her foot servant from +the south of France, and her waiting maids from Paris.</p> + +<p>That international beauty show is a wonderful and fearful +affair. The beautiful representative of Ireland is dressed in +green, and wears glasses.</p> + +<p>"Arrah," said an Irishman to the proprietor, "raley now, is it +in grane all the Oirish girruls do be drissed? By the bones av +St. Patrig, 'tis the first toime Oi iver saw wan in glasses."</p> + +<p>"The fact of the matter is that our Irish young lady is ill, and +we have engaged this young lady to fill her place," said the proprietor, +and he moved away only to hear the following conversation +with the typical Greek lady from the Ionian isles:</p> + +<p>"Do you speak English?" from a visitor. The lady shook +her head.</p> + +<p>"Do you speak French?" This In French by the same. +Another shake of the classic head.</p> + +<p>"Do you speak Greek?" This actually in Greek, but it only +brought another shake.</p> + +<p>"Sprechen sie Deitsch?" cried the visitor, with some impatience.</p> + +<p>"Oh, ja! ja!" exclaimed the Greek young lady, eagerly, and +a general laugh went around the little group which had listened +to the conversation.</p> + +<p>"Say, Bess," said a young fellow, nudging his girl and pointing +to the Queen of Beauty, "ain't she a corker?"</p> + +<p>"Naw," replied Bess. "I don't see anything pretty about +her. She's all drug store. Anybody can see that."</p> + +<p>"How d'ye like that, Mariar?" remarked an old Hoosier, +stroking his yellow whiskers and squinting at his better half, a +hawk-faced woman of determined countenance. "I tell yer + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page142" id="page142">[Pg 142]</a></span> + +what. Mariar, with all your good qualities yer never could hold a +candle to that 'ere girl, could yer, now? Honest?"</p> + +<p>"Benjamin! Come right along out o' here. Yer head's bein' +turned by these brazen-faced females. Why, yer'll be cavorting +around here like a young colt in a minnit or two. The idee o' +comparin' me with that painted young woman—me, your loving +wife—come along now," and Benjamin went.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 361px;"> +<img src="images/image44.jpg" width="361" height="327" alt="image44" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THERE WAS A PERT YOUNG MISS WALKING THE FLOOR."</span> +</div> + +<p>At the United States booth there was a pert Miss walking the +floor, monarch of all she surveyed, a typical Uncle Sam's +daughter. It was a sorry mistake when a dude presumed too +much on her patience or a smart young man made too free with + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page143" id="page143">[Pg 143]</a></span> + +his remarks. She was always ready for them, to the delight of +the patriotic young Americans about.</p> + +<p>Here Fanny found five young girls studying the United States +beauty with more than ordinary interest. Each of the girls wore +a badge, on which was printed C. C. of C. C., and just above +these letters were five more, M. K. S. L. N. A note book containing +a pencil was attached by a neat little chain with the badge. +There was scarcely a minute that one or the other of them was +not writing something in her book.</p> + +<p>Dressed exactly alike and being so intent on their work, they +were evidently not ordinary sight-seers. Finally some remark +was made between Fanny and one of the girls and Fanny showed +her own note and sketch book and asked how they were keeping +theirs. It soon appeared that these five girls were in a contest of +more than ordinary interest. An enterprising newspaper of a +Southern Illinois town had sent these five girls to see the Fair. +They were to be supplied with all needful money, to be independent +of all escorts, to take notes and write up their adventures and +their version of the scenes of the great exposition entirely unknown +to one another, and the paper would publish their reports +on their return. Competent judges were to decide on the merits +of their work and a handsome reward would be given to the successful +writer. In an adjoining town another editor had sent out +five boys on the same errand. The writers must all be between +twelve and fifteen. The one out of the ten who did the best work +was to receive a splendid souvenir medal. They were given ten +days of sight-seeing and their whole souls were in the work.</p> + +<p>"But what can be the meaning of these letters C. C. of C. C."</p> + +<p>"At home they say these letters mean Crazy Cranks of Cumberland +County but the fact is they have a meaning which is a +secret that shall die with us. We are sworn with each other +never to reveal it and to prove that girls can keep secrets. Of + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page144" id="page144">[Pg 144]</a></span> + +course the letters form our club name, and it has the word Columbian +in it, but that is all we are ever to tell. We have a constitution +and by-laws and regular meetings for mutual protection +and advice in our trials and troubles." This was all quite interesting +as a proof of what the girls in the latter part of the 19th +century could do. Fanny and these girls at once became fast +friends, for she found that they did not live a score of miles from +her home, and that there were a number of people and home +places that they all knew.</p> + +<p>"But what can these letters "M. K. S. L. N." here at the +top of the badge mean?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, that is no secret. They are the initials of our names—Mary, +Kate, Stella, Leila and Nannie."</p> + +<p>They said they were not the only ones on a like errand, for +they had met a little girl all the way from Boston, and only fourteen +years old, who had been sent on the same errand by her +class in the high school, and they had heard of girls from the +south and west who were coming for the same purpose.</p> + +<p>"We can't lecture," said Mary, "but we are going to help the +Women's Congress prove that girls have just as much brains and +courage as boys."</p> + +<p>It was now nearly six o'clock, and Fanny was so interested in +the five girls that she persuaded them to go home with her to enjoy +the evening together. It promised a pleasant diversion, for +the five girls had been hard at work several days and had not met +a single acquaintance or congenial friend.</p> + +<p>When Fanny arrived at her hotel that evening with the five +girls, it was to discover Uncle and Aunt in consternation over an +extraordinary story told by Johnny, who had arrived home an +hour or two before. According to his story, he and Louis had +tried to see into the Dahomey village. He did not know that it +was wrong. He missed his balance and fell over the fence. He + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page145" id="page145">[Pg 145]</a></span> + +was scared and stunned by his fall. After a while he heard Louis +yelling as if in great pain. Then two policemen came in and protected +Johnny till he got safely away. When they reached the +outside of the crowd which was all the time yelling at them, the +policeman told him to git if he didn't want to get mobbed. He +ran as hard as he could run in order to escape. Then he remembered +Louis was caught, for he had heard him calling for +help. Johnny came back around the buildings, but, alas! the +bloodthirsty mob had done its work and Louis was no more. +Johnny, now safely at home, lay moaning on his bed and would +not be comforted. Fanny remembered having seen the great +crowd over by the Dahomey village, but she had not dreamed of +such a terrible scene taking place. Altogether it seemed incredible.</p> + +<p>"Extry papurs, all about de cannibal feast!"</p> + +<p>A thought suddenly struck Fanny that if there had been such a +horrible tragedy as Johnny had told of, the papers would tell all +about it. She ran down to the street and came back with a +copy. She looked rapidly over the paper, but she saw nothing about +a lynching at the Fair grounds. Then the front page leader, +with its half a column of head-lines caught her eye:</p> + +<p class="center"><i>"EXTRA, SEVEN O'CLOCK"</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>"The Mystery of the Dahomey Village deepens as<br /> +the Investigation Progresses"</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>"The French proprietor avers that there was no<br /> +attempt at Cannibalism, but he cannot<br /> +make a coherent statement<br /> +of the case"</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>"The supposedly bloodthirsty Dahomey men and<br /> +amazons, said to be the most peaceful and mild<br /> +in Africa. The natives contradict themselves and<br /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page146" id="page146">[Pg 146]</a></span> + +tell a dozen different stories. The Exposition<br /> +management greatly alarmed, and the investigation<br /> +being pushed with vigor. Horrifying disclosures<br /> +supposed soon to be reached"</i></p> + +<p>She read it over, then she read it aloud to sorrowing Uncle +Jeremiah and Aunt Sarah. The truth of the great unintended +hoax and misunderstanding began to dawn upon them. Then she +explained the situation, and Johnny was brought out to hear it +fully discussed. It was now clear to all of them, but what should +they do was the next question. They could not think of the +newspaper notoriety that the avowal of the truth would give +them. Anyway, it had gone too far for them to interfere. +Surely it was wisest and best for them to say nothing. It was so +decided. As ludicrous as it was, it had become too grave a +matter for amusement.</p> + +<p>"Of course you will help us keep this secret, you girls?"</p> + +<p>Not a word was returned but Mary picked up her chair and sat +down in front of the four girls.</p> + +<p>"The noble and progressive association, C. C. of C. C. will now +come to order."</p> + +<p>Instantly each girl sat prim and upright in her seat.</p> + +<p>"Is there any question before this deliberative body of girls?"</p> + +<p>Nannie arose and said, "Madam President, I believe it is proposed +that we add another secret to our list."</p> + +<p>Leila had her note book out and was taking down the minutes +of the meeting.</p> + +<p>"Believing that this should be done," Nannie continued, "I +move that what we have heard and now know concerning this +newspaper sensation we forever keep secret."</p> + +<p>Stella seconded the motion.</p> + +<p>Here Kate got the floor and said she did not think it advisable + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page147" id="page147">[Pg 147]</a></span> + +to add another secret to their list for she now had so many that +it was making her life a burden in trying to remember them every +time she had occasion to open her mouth. Besides the case +would certainly be a scoop for them against the boys and would +make them famous and cause the "Weekly Express" to be circulated +all over the globe if it published the first true version of +the case.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 353px;"> +<img src="images/image45.jpg" width="353" height="262" alt="image45" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THE NOBLE AND PROGRESSIVE ASSOCIATION, C. C. OF C. C."</span> +</div> + +<p>There was a sharp discussion for a few minutes, in which parliamentary +usage was dethroned and confusion seemed to rule +but they were young women and therefore had not lost a word.</p> + +<p>The vote was taken and there was but one voice in the negative. +There was a motion to make it unanimous and it was unanimous. +Thus the wish of their hostess prevailed and another great +secret was forever closed In their hearts from the common herds +of mankind.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page148" id="page148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XIII</i></h2> + +<h4>SUNDAY AND CONSCIENCE</h4> + +<p>Johnny could scarcely wait for nine o'clock of the next morning +to come around. He wanted to see if his friend Louis was +really alive and if he would be at 60th street gate.</p> + +<p>Louis was there dancing about in a fever of anxiety. At John's +appearance the two boys went off to talk about their mishaps. +They had achieved more adventure than they had bargained for.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen the papers?" said Louis.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Have you told anybody yet?"</p> + +<p>"No, and my folks thinks it's best never to say anything about +it."</p> + +<p>"Then we never will."</p> + +<p>"Say, Louis," said John confidently, "there was five of the +alfiredest best looking girls around at our house last night you ever +saw. Fanny found them at the Beauty show a looking at the +sights. They live in a town not very far from our farm and they +are coming over to visit Fanny before they have to go into school. +You have to come down and visit me while they are there or I +will have to live in the barn."</p> + +<p>The agreement was closed and the boys passed through the +gates in quest of new adventures, as if nothing unusual had ever +occurred to them.</p> + +<p>However, they instinctively avoided Midway Plaisance, and +decided to see what was on Wooded Island. They ranged + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page149" id="page149">[Pg 149]</a></span> + +through the hunter's camp, through the Japanese Hooden, and +all over the island in the vain attempt to find something equal to +their educated fancies of fun. Somehow Louis learned that +there was to be a religious dance in the Quackahl cabin. Nothing +else could have a place in the boys' minds until they had +tickets for the show.</p> + +<p>Inside the hut was a strange sight. Wanug had arranged four +of his warriors on the east side of the hut, and these formed a +quartet that produced the music for the fearful dance to follow. +In the center of the hut a log fire burned briskly. The warriors +had their faces smeared with Indian ink, and some of the beauty +spots looked like demi-semiquavers on a sheet of music. The +squaws, and even the papooses, were painted for the occasion, +and everyone of the Quackahls were dressed in blue robes, +ornamented with striking pearl buttons.</p> + +<p>At a signal Hammasoloe suddenly sprang on the boards and +began the mythical movement known as the cannibal dance. It +was symbolic of a curious legend current among the Indians of +Vancouver island, of a strange spirit that dwells among the +mountains and spends most of his time eating the fat members +of the Quackahl tribe. Hammasoloe took the part of the spirit +and crouched down as if ready to spring on his prey. The sticks +beat hard on the plank, and the music for the dance began.</p> + +<p>A squaw pounded on a square box, which represented the +Quackahl drum. Two warriors were deputed to watch Hammasoloe +while he circled around the fire, for the usual ending to the +dance is startlingly realistic. Usually the dancer becomes so +excited that he bites the arms of those present in imitation of +the actions of the great spirit on the mountains. Whenever his +eyes glared and his looks became ferocious the warriors grasped +his arms and quieted him. He disappeared behind a white curtain, +and a few minutes afterward out sprang another warrior + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page150" id="page150">[Pg 150]</a></span> + +wearing a huge mask, representing a raven's head. The raven +is a slave of the spirit and is supposed to be represented by one +man.</p> + +<p>But Awalaskaius played the part of the raven. His body +proved as supple as a professional contortionist. He twisted his +legs and whirled his head around and snapped his jaws in a remarkable +manner. Cries that made the ears ring accompanied the dance.</p> + +<p>When Awalaskaius had finished, Hammasoloe sprang out from +behind the white curtain wearing a blue gown on which the figure +of the Quackahl sun was worked. The rays of the sun were +blazing red, and the man in the orb was depicted winking in a +gracious manner.</p> + +<p>Louder grew the noise, and the quartet taunted the spirit so +much that he again disappeared. Then came forth Awalaskaius +with a duck's head mask, which is the sign of the great spirit. +Again he went through his curious contortions and scared some +of the ladies, as he snapped his beak dangerously near them.</p> + +<p>When the dance was done and the boys were once more outside +they were quite satisfied with sight-seeing among savages +and were quite contented to spend the remaining days of the week +among the more prosaic and poetical scenes of the great Fair.</p> + +<p>Uncle and Aunt had about walked themselves down in their +sight-seeing, and were now enjoying the comforts of the rolling +chairs and listening to the voluble information which the chair +pushers thought it their duty to impart.</p> + +<p>Fanny was walking near them in a never ceasing enjoyment of +people and scenery. As they passed the Woman's building a large +number of women were seen coming out together. On going +over the viaduct two well dressed men from the Emerald Isle +could be heard in critical conversation.</p> + +<p>One of them said:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page151" id="page151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Look, Pat! It's women again! Do ye mind that now. +Look at um coom out ov that new building. It's the Fair that's +bein' run by thim faymales. Soon they'll want to run the wurrld, +and they'll be votin'. The divil will be to pay in a man's home. +They should be taught their places at once. If my wife should +git that strong minded sure I'd be packin' her off. Dacent homes +are bein' ruined, Pat, and soon there'll be no homes. They meet +in clubs to worship the rich, and who will do our mending and cook +our meals? It's all wrong, all wrong. The women must be +taught their places."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 361px;"> +<img src="images/image46.jpg" width="361" height="259" alt="image46" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"VOLUBLE AND PERHAPS VALUABLE INFORMATION."</span> +</div> + +<p>And the poor man looked worried. He is probably teaching +Bridget her place today.</p> + +<p>Aunt was looking wistfully over toward Wooded Island as if it +reminded her of home.</p> + +<p>"I tell ye, I haven't saw anything as nice as them flowers. +They tell ye of the country, and its quiet over here. Ye get too + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page152" id="page152">[Pg 152]</a></span> + +much of a good thing sometimes out among the white buildings. +It's sort o' dreamlike over here, ye know."</p> + +<p>She was right, it is dreamlike and it is restful. Din and +noise are far away and nothing breaks the stillness but the faint +music as it floats down from the plaza. The azalias are in full +bloom, and orchids and pansies and nearly every other blossom +meet you at every turn.</p> + +<p>They stopped at a place where a number of people were looking +up at the roof of the Liberal Arts building. Countless small +black specks could be seen moving along the roof. Then it was +perceived that those specks were really men and women. It is +only by such a comparison that they could realize the vastness of +these buildings.</p> + +<p>"What a jumble of bigness all this is!" Aunt exclaimed, +"them people look just like flies on the ceiling or swallows on the +peak of our new barn."</p> + +<p>The chair pushers took them slowly through Wooded Island.</p> + +<p>"What was that, Fanny, that you used to tell me about Alladin +and his wonderful lamp?" said Uncle. "I keep a thinking' of +that story every time I try to picture all these things at once. +Here is fifteen acres of fairy land just like in the fairy books I +used to buy for Mary."</p> + +<p>They then went on with the crowd past the Government building +and the Liberal Arts hall to the basin. On the viaduct, over +behind the Statue of the Republic, they stopped to look over that +never-fading picture there presented to view. Over the peristyle +were written some of the sayings of great men. Fanny read +one that heightened the scene into a thrill of thankfulness and +patriotism: "We here highly resolve that government of the +people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from +the earth."</p> + +<p>"Now," said Aunt. "I believe I know the meaning of this vast + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page153" id="page153">[Pg 153]</a></span> + +expenditure of money and energy. It is not only to show us and +others that we have not all the brains; that we are not doing all +that is done, but to teach us mutual gratitude for the great +privileges of our republic, and fix firm the resolve in the breast +of every man that our government of freedom and conscience +shall live forever."</p> + +<p>They went on out to the pier and dismissed their chairs for +seats in the cool lake breeze, where they could see the people +coming off of the steamers and approaching them down the long +pier on the moving sidewalk.</p> + +<p>Wearied with the constant commotion in which they had never +been before, it was decided to return home and to spend the remainder +of the week in rest and recuperation for another struggle +with the world of culture in Jackson Park.</p> + +<p>When Sunday came. Uncle was told that the Fair would be +opened for visitors. He had been so busy sight-seeing that he +had not read the papers or he would have known better. He did +not know just what to do on that day, whether to go to church, or +the parks, or the Fair, but he was anxious to see what the Fair +looked like with most of the people promenading the streets all in +their Sunday best. He came to Chicago to see the sights and +seeing sights never appeared to him to be wrong. Every Sunday +it was his custom to go out into the pasture and look at his jerseys, +congratulate himself on how fast his herd was increasing, and +contemplate the prospects for the future. Grass grew, the birds +sang, the cattle bellowed, and nature was as bright on Sunday as +any other day. Besides he had some neighbors who believed that +Saturday was the holy Sabbath and he had never been able to +disprove their arguments. He believed on general principles that +the Fair should be closed on Sundays and that the grass ought not +to grow, but since the grass did grow, he would profit by the increase + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page154" id="page154">[Pg 154]</a></span> + +and if the Fair was opened on Sundays, he would not miss +its magnificent object lessons.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Jeremiah," said Aunt, "every one of them big buildings +comes over my spirit like a prayer and when I go inside I see the +answer and the benevolence of God. To shut people out is like +padlocking the orchards on Sunday, and stopping the machinery +that makes the apples grow. Six days are the rich men's days +and God made the Sabbath for the poor. Because our neighbor +raises hogs and eats pork it is none of our business because we +raise Jerseys and drink milk. The Good Book says: "Let no +man, therefore, judge you in meat, or in drink, or in respect of +any holy day, or of the new moon, or of the Sabbath <ins class="correction" title="original: second closing quote missing">days.""</ins></p> + +<p>They concluded to go back home and then stroll out, and in +their walk to go into the first church they found.</p> + +<p>They did so, and came into a great church just in time to hear +the minister read the text: "And God said unto Jonah, Doest +thou well to be angry for the gourd? And he said, I do well to +be angry, even unto death. Then said the Lord, thou hast had +pity on the gourd, for which thou hast not labored, neither madest +it grow, which came up in a night and perished in a night; and +should I not spare Nineveh?"</p> + +<p>Uncle Jeremiah listened for the story of Jonah and the gourd +to be applied in some way for a lesson to the hearers, but only +once, when the minister told what he had seen in Palestine, did +he become intelligible to Uncle. It was all so transcendently ethical. +Uncle got a remote idea that Chicago was to be likened to +Nineveh, and the gourd to the World's Fair, but when the sermon +was done, and all said, he felt that he would have enjoyed the +hour so much better in some of the quiet shades of one of the +parks, where he would have heard so reverently the still small +voice of nature's teachings.</p> + +<p>After noon they went to Lincoln Park, and as they stood before + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page155" id="page155">[Pg 155]</a></span> + +Lincoln's statue, Aunt said: "This is greater than any sermon I +ever heard." They read the words and sat on the bench encircling +the statue, while Fanny read the sayings of Lincoln chiseled +on the stone. Then they visited Grant's monument. They sat +down on the stone steps and looked at the noble figure. Uncle +was carried away with a religious patriotism that held all the +emotions of divine presence.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;"> +<img src="images/image47.jpg" width="356" height="299" alt="image47" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THIS IS GREATER THAN ANY SERMON I EVER HEARD."</span> +</div> + +<p>"There," said Aunt, "we are listening to another sermon that +can not be surpassed by the tongues of men. A whole life of +great deeds for our country is here speaking to us. No man can +be a bad man if he were to come every Sunday and give his +emotions up to the lessons of the lives of Grant and Lincoln. +Divine emotion is not aroused alone by words from the pulpit or + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page156" id="page156">[Pg 156]</a></span> + +the silent walls of a house. Seeing is as great a means of God +as hearing, but seeing receives its sermons from the infallible; +hearing listens to that which may come only from the brain."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 259px;"> +<img src="images/image48.jpg" width="259" height="337" alt="image48" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THE POLICEMAN CAME OUT OF THE BOX AND WALKED RAPIDLY DOWN THE STREET."</span> +</div> + +<p>It was late in the afternoon when the four of them got off the cable +car at Monroe and Dearborn streets and walked leisurely toward their +hotel. At one of the street corners they saw a policeman come out of the +patrol box and walk rapidly down the street. In a moment more he was +joined by three other policemen from another street. Uncle turned to +watch them, when suddenly they began to run, then faster, almost as in a +race.</p> + +<p>"Sure they're going to arrest somebody," said John, and he + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page157" id="page157">[Pg 157]</a></span> + +started after them at break-neck speed with visions of a murder +probably being done just around the corner. Uncle became excited +also and started after them followed by Aunt and Fanny, not +knowing what else to do. Uncle and John reached the corner +breathless and looked each way to see where the robbery or murder +was being done, but what was their disgust to see the three +policemen climbing into a cable car and calmly taking a seat. It +was an outrageous sell on all of them, but it could not be helped, +and there was no law by which they could sue the policemen for +a false alarm. They had the right to run to catch a car if they +wanted to. The family went on more deliberately now for they +had no breath to spare and there was but little to be said. Uncle +felt that Chicago was very much of a mockery anyhow. But he +had seen enough to make him desire to see more.</p> + +<p>The tremendous puffing and blowing of a tug was heard somewhere +in the river and they concluded to go over to the bridge +and see what it was. There was a mystery anyway about how +those big boats got past the bridges.</p> + +<p>Uncle and Aunt walked on over the bridge but John and +Fanny stopped to hear the music made by a cornet band of girls +on one of the excursion steamers. The tall masts of a lumber +boat could be seen coming rapidly toward them in tow with an +insignificant little steamer. There was a jing-aling two or three +times of a bell hid somewhere in the framework of the bridge, +teamsters and people were hurrying across, and all at once the +bridge began to move. Johnny saw some people remaining on +the bridge and catching Fanny by the hand he cried. "Here let's +take a ride" and in a moment they were swayed <ins class="correction" title="original: passed">past</ins> the street +and out over the stream. Over at the other end they saw Uncle +and Aunt holding desperately on to the railing. They had not +been able to get over when the bridge moved away. Presently +the boats were past and the bridge rapidly swung into place. Down + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page158" id="page158">[Pg 158]</a></span> + +the street half a block Johnny saw some steam issuing from the +middle of the street. Instantly the idea of a volcanic eruption in +the middle of Chicago possessed his mind. He called Fanny's +attention to it and their curiosity was greatly excited. They had +heard that Chicago was a very wicked place and their preacher +had once remarked that he would not be surprised at any time to +hear of an upheaval by the Lord sending the city over into the +lake. In considerable dread lest the overthrow was about to take +place, they walked towards the place along the sidewalk, as the +famous Harry walked up to the guidepost at the country crossroads +on that cloudy night so long ago. But they were greatly +reassured when they found the people about them were so indifferent +and they were chagrined to learn that they were again +deceived. It was no volcano, there would be no terrible cataclysm, +it was only an inoffensive man-hole to the sewers, into +which the waste steam of one of the factories near by was +escaping.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Uncle and Aunt had stepped off of the bridge and +were intensely bewildered all at once to find that the excursion +steamer and the houses next to it had all apparently jumped across +the river to their side.</p> + +<p>"Did we come acrost that bridge?" Uncle asked.</p> + +<p>"I know we never."</p> + +<p>"How did we git acrost without coming acrost?"</p> + +<p>"I can't see how anybody could come across without comin' +across, and I know we never," said Aunt.</p> + +<p>"Well, ef we hain't acrost, then the houses are acrost, and it +is more natural fer us ter be crazy than for the houses to get +acrost."</p> + +<p>"Ask the policeman."</p> + +<p>Uncle went up to the policeman and said: "Say, Mister, we + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page159" id="page159">[Pg 159]</a></span> + +want to know if you will be so kind as to tell us ef we are acrost +or not acrost."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean on the north side or the south side?"</p> + +<p>"No; I mean on this side or the other side."</p> + +<p>"Well, which side did you come from?"</p> + +<p>"I thought I came from the other side," said Uncle, "but it +seems now as if I came from this side and didn't go over to the +other side at all."</p> + +<p>"Where have you been?" asked the policeman, making a +mighty effort to untangle himself.</p> + +<p>Uncle was becoming impatient.</p> + +<p>"I tell you I've been acrost that river 'cause I walked acrost, +and then I never walked acrost again, and here I am not acrost, +and I want to know how I got back acrost again."</p> + +<p>"Say, old lady!" said the policeman, "ain't he crazy?"</p> + +<p>"This is the first time I really ever thought so. We've been +seeing too much, and I guess we're both crazy."</p> + +<p>"In that case," replied the officer, "I am compelled to take +charge of you."</p> + +<p>"O Grandma!" cried Fanny, just then running up, "ain't this +great. Johnny and I have been nearly half an hour trying to +figure out how we got across the river, and I found out first. +You see the bridge just went straight half around, and so when +we got on this end here it carried us around to the other side and +carried you back around to this side."</p> + +<p>"Bless the Lord!" said Uncle, fervently; "Sarah and me +ain't crazy yet, and the policeman needn't worry himself." But +the policeman was gone.</p> + +<p>"You see, Fanny, we couldn't make it out, and Sarah and me +and the policeman all agreed that we was stark gone daft."</p> + +<p>Uncle and Aunt now had enough for one day, and they heartily +wished they were back on the farm. But they swallowed their + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page160" id="page160">[Pg 160]</a></span> + +discomfiture: and, after a good night's test at home, determined +to visit the Board of Trade, where Bob Simmons had lost the +fortune his father left him.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;"> +<img src="images/image49.jpg" width="363" height="322" alt="image49" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"IS THEM THE FELLERS THAT THE FARMERS IS AFRAID OF?"</span> +</div> + +<p>Uncle and family did not get around to the Board of Trade till +nearly eleven o'clock the next morning. There was a wide entrance +with a stairway on either side. Uncle saw the people in +front of him, and he was accustomed to pass right in among the +congregation and take his seat in the amen corner. He did not +notice that the others had stopped at the door, but he plunged +right ahead. The door-keeper evidently had his attention engaged +at something else, for he let Uncle walk on in. Some +one at the door spoke to the ladies and told them to take the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page161" id="page161">[Pg 161]</a></span> + +left stairway to the gallery. They reached there just in time to +see Uncle in a difficulty below. A young man had him by the +arm and was pointing very vigorously toward the door.</p> + +<p>"Who do you want to see, sir?"</p> + +<p>"I want to see the Board of Trade. Where is it?"</p> + +<p>"Go outside and up the stairs into the galleries and you +can see it all you want to, but not here."</p> + +<p>Uncle did as he was bid, but found that he was quite widely +separated from his family, because he had been sent up the +opposite stairway from them.</p> + +<p>"I came up to see the Board of Trade," he said, confidently, +to a well-dressed stranger next to him.</p> + +<p>"Well, there it is in all its glory," said the stranger.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I see! The board is that table where them fellers is a +tickin' them machines. You see I thought they would be a +setting and a trading across a long, wide board like they used to +do at the country stores for counters. But them fellers down +there acts like a lot of lunatics. I don't see how they can ever +come to a bargain, yelling and spewing around that way. And +then I don't see the bulls and bears that change the market."</p> + +<p>The stranger thought it a useless job to try to enlighten him.</p> + +<p>When Uncle and his family came down, he went up to the +doorkeeper and asked, "Say, do you belong here?" The +keeper nodded. "Did you know Bill Simmons what lost five +thousand dollars here last year?" The door keeper shook his +head. "Well, say, I just want to ask one more question. Are +them people down there the bulls and bears themselves, and are +they the Board of Trade and are they the people that the farmers +are so afraid of?" The keeper nodded.</p> + +<p>"Well," continued Uncle, "I've got this to say; any set of +farmers as is fools enough to be afraid of them yelling idiots, aint +got no backbone at all."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page162" id="page162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p> + +<p>Chicago was unsettling many of Uncle's ideas, and he began to +decide that the only real, bonafide thing he could swear by was +his own farm, and that the great outside world was only a great +circus of art and extravagant genius.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page163" id="page163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XIV</i></h2> + +<h4>SIGHT-SEEING GALORE</h4> + +<p>Under promises of gorgeous sights and full protection, Fanny +had concluded to visit the chief Midway Plaisance theaters with +Johnny and Louis as escorts. The "Midway," as it is familiarly +called, is undoubtedly the most unique and interesting pleasure-walk +in the world. It is a thoroughfare of ever-shifting scenes +and ever-recurring incidents. Fanny was not sure she ought to +go, and Johnny could not comprehend why she did not go with +him as readily wherever he proposed as she did on the wild free +life of the big Jersey farm. But this was to her a supremely +different existence, and she tried hard to recall all she had seen +and heard and read of etiquette and the proprieties. Uncle and +Aunt were not the only ones who were bewildered at every step +by the amazing mixture of reality and art, of fact and fancy, of +nature and imitation. They felt as if their souls were living +apart, and that they were mere automatons in a panoramic world.</p> + +<p>Johnny had seen the Soudanese and Nubian play actors just +before his disastrous attempt to be informed concerning the +Dahomey village. But some scoffers from the South had spoiled +part of the novelty of it by alleging that the men of northern +Africa were really natives of Mississippi or Louisiana, and were +dancing only plantation hoe-downs in slow time and increased perpendicular +action.</p> + +<p>But without question the high histrionic art of the Chinese, +Javanese, Turkish and Algerian actors ought to be seen. Maybe + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page164" id="page164">[Pg 164]</a></span> + +it was strangeness rather than excellence and novelty rather than +entertainment that drew the people but strangeness and novelty +are the greater excellence when people come to see wonders.</p> + +<p>The Chinese theater is by far the most pretentious. It was +pretty well advertised to the world at the advent of the actors in +Vancouver and their encounter with the custom officers. They +came to Chicago several hundred strong and are housed in +the big blue-and-gilt structure with trim pagodas near the +Cottage Grove end of the Midway. Entrance to the theater +is through a big tea house, where decent-looking Chinamen +who do not look like rats and whose fluent English proclaims +their long sojourn in "Flisco," serve the cheering cup at from 10 +to 60 cents, according to the pliability of the victim. They are +doing a business worthy of a better cause. The tea house is but +the ante-chamber to a joss house overhead, mendaciously advertised +to be "the biggest outside of China," and to the theater +proper. The latter is not so big as the Chinese theaters in San +Francisco, but it smells sweeter, being over ground and not surrounded +with the cooking-rooms and opium bunks of the actors. +This is a concession to occidental taste which all but oriental enthusiasts +will appreciate. Nor are visitors allowed, as in San +Francisco, to inspect the green-room or sit on the stage.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page165" id="page165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 584px;"> +<img src="images/image50.jpg" width="584" height="325" alt="image50" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"She visited the play and sincerely regretted it."</span> +</div> + +<p>In other respects the theater is pure San Francisco Chinese. +There is the orchestra, led by the man with the yard-wide cymbals, +playing the leading part. There is the property man, always +in evidence, who places a chair and says "This is a horse," or +turns the chair around and calls it a mountain. And there is the +female impersonator with deeply roughed cheeks, who is the pride +and flower of histrionic art. Women are not allowed to walk the +boards of the Chinese theater, but the male actor who best can +mimic woman's tones and mincing airs is the Henry Irving. +There is a whole chorus of these men-women in the Jackson + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page167" id="page167">[Pg 167]</a></span> + +Park theater—an all-star combination. As for the piece itself, +they first play a little curtain-raiser of about two-months' duration +and then the real play occupies the rest of the year. It will be +all one to the American visitors, however, who enjoy the novelty, +so that they are allowed to quit when they like. And there is no +objection to that from the polite Chinamen in charge of the Jackson +Park theater.</p> + +<p>The Turkish theater is across the way and farther east than the +Chinese. It is back from the beaten path and you might miss it—if +you were deaf. Having ears to hear you will be apprised of +its whereabouts at forty rods distance by the orchestra, which sits +on the front steps and discourses horrors on a sort of flageolet +and a bass drum. The orchestra plays only one tune and it plays +that hard. When a respectable house has been gathered by +these out-of-door allurements the curtain rises on a Turkish play. +It is a sweet pastoral of a youth who is lovesick and cannot be +cured by the doctor, by the soothsayer—by any one except his +love, who comes in time, and there is a wedding.</p> + +<p>When this play was ended, Fanny decided that she had seen +enough of foreign theaters and declined to go further.</p> + +<p>A Boston girl in spectacles sat near her through the Turkish +play. She told Fanny that she and her mother had been venturesome +enough to visit the other plays, and they sincerely +regretted it. She found a mongrel horde of Turks, Arabs, Europeans, +blacks, Greeks—everything applauding an interminable +song, whose filthy motif it needs no knowledge of Arabic to discover. +The singer was an Algerian woman, good enough looking, +after the pasty style of oriental beauties, young, agile and +mistress of the curious, droning guttural melody which constitutes +oriental music. She plays her part with complete abandon, probably +because she knows no better, and her audience applauds her +wildly for the same reasons. The Boston girl said she had seen + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page168" id="page168">[Pg 168]</a></span> + +these same girls, or their professional sisters, in the Algerian +theater. But their performance had been modified to suit the +western taste. They sing and dance, but their songs and dances +are nothing more dangerous than a languorous drone. But there +are also some funny parts, according to the Algerian idea. They +are played by a jet black Somauli woman who joins in the dance +and a jet black Somauli boy in the orchestra who has a face of +India rubber and a gift for "facial contortion" that would make +the fortune of an American minstrel.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page169" id="page169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 357px;"> +<img src="images/image51.jpg" width="357" height="377" alt="image51" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"FACIAL CONTORTION THAT WOULD MAKE THE FORTUNE OF AN AMERICAN MINSTREL."</span> +</div> + +<p>A look at the outside of the Soudanese theater is enough for +the ordinary curiosity-seeker. It is a little round hut of bark in +a dark corner of the Egyptian enclosure. Mahomet Ali sits at +the receipt of custom exchanging pleasantries with dusky flower +girls whose home is by the orange market beyond the Kase el +Nil, who know more French than English, and more deviltry than +either; who sing "Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay," and know how to +solicit backsheesh to perfection. The theatricals here are simplicity +brought to perfection. It is said their language consists of +only a hundred words. If you were to paint your face black, look +wild-eyed, stiffen your hair in many strands, array yourself in a +cotton garment that revealed more than it concealed, and then +were to jump straight up and down to the music of a dolorous +chant you would not be far astray. Add to this a whining and +interminable appeal for backsheesh and you might be very near +the mark indeed. But there is one Soudanese performance you +could scarcely hope to equal, unless you were to learn some sort +of devil's chant, gird your loins with a loose belt of shells and by +rapid contortions of your body make these primitive cymbals +accompany your chant. This is the star of the troupe.</p> + +<p>Romantic people, who like to think of dancing as the poetry of +motion, can get a liberal education in muscular poesy by making +the rounds of the Midway Plaisance. They may see sonnets in +double-shuffle metre, doggerels in hop-skip iambics, and ordinary +newspaper "ponies" with the rhythm of the St. Vitus dance. +Slices of pandemonium will be thrown in by the orchestras for +the one price of admission, and if the visitor objects to taking his +pandemonium on the installment plan, he may get it in job lots +down at the Dahomeyan village.</p> + +<p>In their "dance," as it is termed, they take a step forward +with the right foot, and drag the left after it. This is repeated +until they stub their toes on the orchestra, when they swarm back + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page170" id="page170">[Pg 170]</a></span> + +and go through the difficult feat of advancing by a series of hops +on one foot. All of this is to the discordant pounding of drums +and scrap-iron, where tune could not be discovered with a search +warrant.</p> + +<p>That evening Fanny visited the C. C. of C. C. and arranged +for a family picnic at Washington Park the next day. She was +to be hostess, and they were to have an outing with her in the +city's artificial fields and forests that would recall the merry life +of the country, and yet they would be surrounded by all the artistic +embellishments that money and genius could secure.</p> + +<p>Johnny went post haste for Louis, and the two boys were made +bearers of the lunches, guides of the expedition, the vanguard of +the march and the responsible protection of the company. They +were eight merry young folks who took possession of the grip-car +on the Cottage Grove Avenue cable line that morning. They +stopped at the park hot-house and spent two delightful hours in the +wilderness of flowers and of palm forests. On the outside were +rustic seats about a pond where, in waters made tepid by steam +heat through iron pipes, all kinds of tropical plants flourished in a +profusion perhaps not excelled anywhere on the equator or along +the banks of the Amazon. The great flower clock and the immense +flower globe showing the geography of the earth, the old +English castle gate and the carpeted lawns showed them the skill +of the gardener's art. A quiet nook was found near the water's +edge of one of the ponds. With a newspaper for a table-spread +they enjoyed a lunch where hunger was a sauce better than +Worcestershire, and the sod a better resting place than a throne.</p> + +<p>After their lunch and a good rest they returned to the business +part of the city and spent the remainder of the day in the Mystic +Maze, the Labyrinth and the Panoptican. These were places +where electricity and mirrors were arranged with the object of reversing +every conception the eye had ever given to the mind. In + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page171" id="page171">[Pg 171]</a></span> + +one place the visitors entered a triangular room in one corner of +which there was a large vase of flowers. The walls were solid +mirrors and the six girls found themselves as if in a host of people +and a wilderness of flowers. From this they passed on into a +room which the attendant said was forty feet square and contained +thirty-eight mirrors six feet by eight set at different angles between +posts evenly distributed about the room. As they stepped forward +they found themselves among countless <ins class="correction" title="original: hoards">hordes</ins> of people, again +they were alone, all at once they found themselves in a line of +girls that stretched on either side apparently for miles. One time +they would be brushing around among people about two feet high +and two feet thick; again they would be surrounded by thousands +of girls eight or ten feet high and correspondingly thin. It was +exasperating to say the least. When they became weary of this +novelty they looked about them for the attendant but he had mysteriously +disappeared. Leila said she knew the way out and she +started with all the confidence that a usually level headed girl can +have, but alas! she nearly broke her head by running into one of +the big mirrors. Nannie happened to look in a certain direction +when she saw the door and the curtains about it as plainly as she +ever saw anything in her life.</p> + +<p>"There I see the door," she cried, "come this way," and she +started with her hands out before her like some one feeling his +way in the dark, though it was as bright about them as the electric +lights could make it. All at once the door she had in view disappeared +like magic and she stood before herself in a mirror ducking +her head backwards and forwards like two young chickens with +their beaks just touching in the preliminaries of a fight. The situation +was becoming too serious to be amusing any longer.</p> + +<p>"What shall we do?" said Fanny, who had read of death in +the mysterious labyrinths in ancient times. The roof was low, +and even if the sky had been their roof they had no wings, like + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page172" id="page172">[Pg 172]</a></span> + +Daedalus, whereby they might escape.</p> + +<p>The girls began to get nervous, and several million of them +seemed to huddle together as they discussed the situation.</p> + +<p>"I say, let's yell!" said Mary.</p> + +<p>"But what is the use to yell," one said, "if they have determined +that we are to die here?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 348px;"> +<img src="images/image52.jpg" width="348" height="336" alt="image52" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THEY HELD TO ONE ANOTHER, AS IF FOR LIFE OR DEATH."</span> +</div> + +<p>Now they were becoming really frightened. The picture of +their lingering death in that frightful crowd of specters was most +horrifying. Their voices were becoming tremulous and hollow, +and the terra-cotta figures of wild Bedouins that sat in a niche of +the far wall and was multiplied a thousand times, seemed to grin + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page173" id="page173">[Pg 173]</a></span> + +at them maliciously, as if in anticipation of seeing their agonizing +struggles against death by hunger. The suspense was becoming +something terrible.</p> + +<p>"I say somebody must yell."</p> + +<p>"Let Kate yell, she's got a strong voice that might reach the +street."</p> + +<p>Kate tried to do her duty, and she said, "Oh, Say!" in a voice +that would not have wakened a rabbit from its slumber.</p> + +<p>She tried again, "Oh, say, we want to get out!" in a voice +so hollow that none of the girls recognized it as hers.</p> + +<p>"Is ze ladies seen eet all they want?" said the polite attendant, +as he seemed to come before them at one step.</p> + +<p>"Where were you?" they all cried.</p> + +<p>"Why, I vas by ze glass about tree feet away."</p> + +<p>"And you were listening to all we said?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I do not leesen. Eet ese my beesness to go out weeth +you ven you ask eet."</p> + +<p>And then they followed him out.</p> + +<p>"What a horrid place that was and we thought at first it was +so nice," said one.</p> + +<p>"In all our lives we can never have a dream half so frightful +as that was," said a third.</p> + +<p>"One thing sure," said Mary, "this terrible experience has +bound us forever and forever together; and because of our common +experience in this awful adventure we must initiate Fanny +into the mysteries of the noble order of progressive girls, C. C. of +C. C."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page174" id="page174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XV</i></h2> + +<h4>A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE</h4> + +<p>Foreign theaters, mazes, labyrinths, panopticons, spectatoriums +and their ilk had no more charms for the girls, but with Uncle +and Aunt they spent the next day in the museums, casinos and +panoramas of the city. But wax figures and brain-muddling deceptions +were still the value they received for their money.</p> + +<p>"I will be contented," said Aunt, "never to leave the farm +again. I can be happy there the rest of my born days in knowing +that when I look at a cow it is not a stuffed cow, that the calf by +her side can move; that the man on the barn floor with his pitchfork +in the hay can really lift it over into the manger for the +cattle. This mornin' I see a lady standin' on one of the stairs +tryin' to tie her shoes. She was having a time of it, I knew, so +I says, says I, 'leddy, let me help you.' She didn't say nothing, +so I jest stooped down to help her. I pulled the tongue of the +shoe up and tapped the sides together over it, when a perfect +chill came over me, for I pressed the lady's ankle, and it felt just +like sawdust. Poor woman! I thought some terrible accident +had cut off her leg and she had a false one. I looked up into +her face, and she looked so pale like and deathly that I was +awful scared, then I looked more and more and I see she was +dead, died maybe of heart disease while she was a stooping over. +O what a shock! I can not get over it to my dying day. I nearly +screamed but I knew I must not, so I just called to the feller sitting +at the table writing visiting cards to come there quick; but + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page175" id="page175">[Pg 175]</a></span> + +he just set there stock still and never moved. I didn't want to +attract attention from the folks around so I just picked up a nail a +lying there and hit him square on the cheek but he never flinched. +I spoke then to the woman leaning over the railing laughing at +the little girl down below but she never changed her smile at all. +I couldn't tell what to make of it when a feller came up to me +an' says, 'Do you want anything, old lady?' I stared at him and +says 'Hist, sir, don't you see this poor woman is dead. Died a +stooping over too sudden.'"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;"> +<img src="images/image53.jpg" width="362" height="334" alt="image53" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"SO I SAYS, SAYS I, 'LEDDY, LET ME HELP YOU.'"</span> +</div> + +<p>Then he just laughed at me a little, and pulled her dress to one +side and showed me that she was only a wax head and a stuffed + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page176" id="page176">[Pg 176]</a></span> + +body. That made me mad, for it is a sin and a shame for to deceive +people that way, and defraud 'em of their hard earned +money. I told him to show me the way out, and I would report +how he was defrauding the public to the humane society or somebody. +He just laughed at me again and invited me to take a +chair in the office if I wanted to wait for my folks. I went in +there and an awful nice woman talked to me and explained things +till I wasn't so mad as I was; but I still think it is a shame that +a Christian city should allow such awful frauds on peoples' eyes +and nerves. Anyhow, when I get home I want to go around and +touch everything and make sure that there is no more foolin', so +I can live in peace and facts."</p> + +<p>Aunt was very indignant. She could stand the deceptions that +Uncle had been so opposed to at the Fair, but when she was deceived +in her acts of kindness, it was carrying things entirely +too far.</p> + +<p>The places of interest, as the guide books said, had now all +been visited, and they were walking down the street fully satisfied +that they had seen all the sights of the city from the skyscrapers +to the organ grinders. The police courts and the stock yards +were not considered as places of interest by them.</p> + +<p>John and Fanny were in the lead, with the five girls just behind +them, and Uncle and Aunt bringing up the rear. As they reached +the corner there was a clamor and a scattering of people crossing +the street, and a rumbling that jarred the earth as two great fire +engines dashed by rolling smoke upward and clanging a bell in a +way that was frightful.</p> + +<p>"Fire, fire!" shouted Johnny.</p> + +<p>"Oh that's what we want to see, a fire, a big fire," echoed the +girls.</p> + +<p>In a moment they were all running pell mell after the engines, +jostling against the people and exciting the merriment and wonder + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page177" id="page177">[Pg 177]</a></span> + +of every body. The engines were running in the direction of +their hotel and very likely it was on fire and they would lose all +their clothing.</p> + +<p>"Come on girls," shouted John as he led the way like a foxhound. +"Come on, I know it's only just around the corner. I +see the smoke rolling up from the house."</p> + +<p>The engines had turned another corner and Johnny felt a great +pride in being the guide and encyclopedia of ready information for +six girls. Out of breath they reached the corner where they supposed +they would see a terrible fire with people jumping out of the +windows twelve or fourteen stories high, perhaps safely into blankets, +possibly to their death. Or, brave firemen scaling ladders +and bearing lovely girls out of the horrible flames. But they discovered +that the smoke they had seen was coming out of a tall +chimney, and that far down the street almost a mile away they +could get glimpses of the fire engines still forging straight ahead. +But they were not to be daunted thus. There must be a great +fire somewhere down there that it would take many hours for +the engines to get under control. On and on they ran, out of +breath, to be sure, but determined to see the great Chicago fire +that required two such great engines to bring under control. They +had run several blocks, when they became so tired they could only +walk. Another block or two was traversed, when they met the +engines coming leisurely back. It was a bitter deception, there +was no fire. They turned back; and, when they met Uncle and +Aunt, also entirely out of breath with the chase, Aunt declared +that this was only another case of Chicago's base deceptions. It +could joke with dead people and jest with fires and make a playhouse +exhibition costing many millions of dollars, and fool old +people and the young alike and with equal conscience.</p> + +<p>Uncle observed that it proved to him that Barnum was right +when he said that a fool was born every minute, and that the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page178" id="page178">[Pg 178]</a></span> + +Americans were a people who delighted in being deceived.</p> + +<p>The girls decided to remain that night with Fanny, and to visit +the Fair together the next day. A pleasant evening was spent, +but the subject of fire and fire escapes were the chief topic of conversation. +Each of the windows of their room had a fire-escape +fastened to the facing, and the instructions printed underneath +were carefully studied and mastered by all before retiring.</p> + +<p>The next morning they were gathered in the main room +awaiting the time for breakfast. Johnny raised a window to get +a look outside, when the well known clang! clang! clang! of the +Chicago fire engine was heard. Instantly all was excitement. +Clang! clang! clang! and another came by. Then there were +two or three more, and they seemed to stop right under the window. +People across the street, even up to the top stories, were +complacently sitting in the windows and looking into the street as +if such a thing as great flames lapping upward and smothering +them to death, were unknown. Johnny, who was looking out of +the window, yelled: "O Lord! it's our house on fire, and we are +five stories high!"</p> + +<p>The streets began to fill with people. Uncle, panic-stricken, +looked out and saw the engines puffing below. The cool audacity +of the people at the windows across the street was appalling. +They did not care for death. All at once Uncle recovered himself +and yelled: "Everybody to the life preservers! Git into the +fire escapes and save yourselves!"</p> + +<p>But the room was empty. "Oh Lord," Uncle groaned, "they +have gone insane and run down into the flames below."</p> + +<p>Wringing his hands he ran to the door and cried, "Oh Sarah, +Sarah, come back and let us die together." But neither Sarah +nor the rest were anywhere to be seen. He was alone.</p> + +<p>Remembering the instructions regarding the fire escape, he ran +to the window, fastened the straps about his waist and climbed out + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page179" id="page179">[Pg 179]</a></span> + +of the window. He pulled the string that was to unreel the rope +and let him down. Down, down, he went expecting every moment +to feel the fierce heat about him. He seemed to be half +way down when the reel ceased to work and he hung there suspended +in mid air awaiting an awful death. He gave a <ins class="correction" title="original: dispairing">despairing</ins> +jerk when down he went within three feet of the pavement with a +sudden stop that took his breath away. A crowd of people began +to gather about him.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 349px;"> +<img src="images/image54.jpg" width="349" height="334" alt="image54" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HE HUNG SUSPENDED IN MID AIR, AWAITING AN AWFUL DEATH."</span> +</div> + +<p>"What's the matter old man," said a man who had seen all +the performance.</p> + +<p>"Where's the fire," said Uncle wildly.</p> + +<p>"It is two blocks further up," he answered.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page180" id="page180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And ain't my folks all burnt up?" he said pathetically.</p> + +<p>The answer was at once before him for he had let himself down +directly over the entrance of the hotel and his family just then arriving +at the bottom of the stairway came out to him. There +never was a more happy meeting for Uncle than that one. His +ridiculous adventure was not clear to him till he had time to study +it over. But there really was a fire further on and they were not +to lose such a sight.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 246px;"> +<img src="images/image55.jpg" width="246" height="315" alt="image55" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"THE FIRE WAS TWO BLOCKS AWAY."</span> +</div> + +<p>A large dry goods house was on fire, and eighteen or twenty +monster engines were puffing and roaring, each one like a threshing +machine on Uncle's wheat field. They pressed themselves +forward to the very front of the spectators, and so close that the +heat of the flames could be distinctly felt. A heavy wind was + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page181" id="page181">[Pg 181]</a></span> + +blowing, and all the force of the fire department was out to stop +the flames. It was truly the grandest and most fearful spectacle +the family had ever seen. There came a puff of wind toward +them and the flames came down, almost scorching their clothing. +Then the policemen commenced to drive the crowd back.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 366px;"> +<img src="images/image56.jpg" width="366" height="344" alt="image56" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"SOMETHING HAPPENED."</span> +</div> + +<p>There was almost a panic, and the girls nearly had their lives +crushed out of them. It was an adventure they cared never to +repeat. Johnny did not fare so badly, for he was more intent on +the workings of the engines. He was free from mishaps till he +chanced to take a position over the great hose-pipe through which +the water was sent with such tremendous force on its mission. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page182" id="page182">[Pg 182]</a></span> + +Something happened. He is not able to relate just how it was. +But the hose burst directly under him, and he was tossed over +into the streaming gutter with a precision he can forgive but +never forget. After this happened it was time to go home to be +more agreeably clothed. Johnny was a sadder though a wiser +boy.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page183" id="page183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XVI</i></h2> + +<h4>TO BUY A DOG</h4> + +<p>Jackson Park was a paradise of peace and rest compared with +the nerve destroying difficulties of sight-seeing in the city. Uncle +had experienced all the adventures he wanted, and his great desire +now was to escape all further mishaps until he could get back +safe among his Jerseys on the farm.</p> + +<p>Tired from much walking among the scenes of the Exhibition, +the family sat down upon one of the rustic seats in Wooded +Island. It was a most picturesque place, a most inspiring spot +from which to contemplate the great sweep of history that had +culminated on those grounds.</p> + +<p>"The longer I stay about this Fair," said Uncle, "and the +more I see, the more I wish I knew. I can see folks discussing +things with such great delight when I can't understand anything +but the ifs and ands and buts. I heard a man say to-day that +Columbus never discovered America, that he was a pirate. He +said that all these doings should have been for a Viking or some +such name. I knew it wasn't so, for so many people couldn't be +fooled. How may that all be, Fanny?"</p> + +<p>"There are a great many theories and stories set afloat about +the discovery of America by people who desire more to show off +their ability to construct plausible heresies against accepted +things than to give real historic truth. But there is much that at +least seems to be evidence of the Norsemen having been in +America 500 years before Columbus touched the outlying islands + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page184" id="page184">[Pg 184]</a></span> + +of the West Indies. The Sagas of Leif the Lucky and Eric the +Red told some marvelous stories of discoveries to the southwest +of Iceland. Some of these stories seem to be verified in many +ways, by digging up the logs of the Norse huts, by the written +characters on Dighton rock, by the old tower at Newport, by the +Benheim map of 1492, and a number of other important things.</p> + +<p>"Then there has been found what seems to be beyond doubt a +figure of Buddha in Yucatan, and also a Buddhist monument in +Central America. Therefore a number of people have been trying +to prove that Hwul Shan of China, discovered America ages +ago. There are likewise well established the claims of the Phenicians +and Greeks and even the Welsh and the Irish. But all +of these were fruitless till Columbus in his high aspirations to become +a great prince over unknown countries and to spread the +Christian religion of his day, opened the way for the course of +Western empire."</p> + +<p>"But Fanny," said Uncle. "I heard the man say that Columbus +didn't know anything and had no chance to learn."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Father, this glorious year has taught to the students all +over this country the beginning history of our great republic even +as this Fair is teaching the progress of the world. Though Columbus +was the greatest man of his age, yet we know only that he +was the son of a wool comber and that he attended the school at +Pavia, where he showed a marvellous aptitude for astronomy and +cosmography. He became a sailor on the Mediterranean, some +say a pirate, but the ships of one nation then preyed on the ships of +another and considered it legitimate because there was then no +International law. He married the daughter of an Italian named +Palestrello, who had been a celebrated Portuguese sailor. With +her he received many valuable charts, journals and memoranda. +He soon moved to Lisbon, which was then the center of everything +speculative and adventurous in geographical discovery. Columbus + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page185" id="page185">[Pg 185]</a></span> + +made a living here by making maps. Here he studied out +his theory that he could reach Asia by going west, and he made +several voyages to the Azores and Canary islands, which were +then the limit of sea navigation. Then began his travels for +help to carry out his wonderful plans. He took with him his +motherless boy, Diego. From place to place he went with a +heroism of patience never surpassed. The story of the rebuffs and +privations through which he passed will be the wonder and praise +of men forever. Weary and footsore and hungry, he stopped one +day before the Franciscan Convent La Rabida, in Andalusia, to +beg some bread and water for his child. Then came the mysterious +turning of the scales in the forces of human greatness. +The Superior of the convent happened to pass by, and, struck +by the appearance of the poor traveler, began to talk to +him. The Superior at once saw that no ordinary man was +before him. Grander views were never presented and greater +plans of conquest were never known. Christianity was to invade +Asia on its eastern shores and meet the irresistible forces from the +West. Columbus believed himself divinely inspired for this and +therefore demanded that he be made high-admiral, governor-general +and viceroy over all the land he reached and that for his +revenue there should be given one-tenth of the entire produce of +the countries. Such a far reaching demand as this could not +have been acceded to only by a doubting sovereign, and he would +probably have been beheaded with his puny crew of one hundred +and twenty men if he had reached Asia and attempted to carry out +such a wholesale scheme of subjugation.</p> + +<p>"The months of this voyage were scarcely less full of treason, +burdens, and peril than the years that had been given to make +the voyage possible. A pension was promised to the man who +first sighted land but Columbus saw a light rising and falling on +the evening of Oct. 11, and on that account claimed and received + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page186" id="page186">[Pg 186]</a></span> + +the pension. It is said that the sailor who really saw land first +foreswore his country and fled to Africa because of having lost the +pension and the honor of being the first to see land. This is told +by the enemies of Columbus to prove a sordid and avaricious +nature. It is also told that he took such exasperating and outrageous +measures to uphold his visionary schemes of conquest +and government as high-admiral, governor-general and viceroy, +that it became more than his home government could endure.</p> + +<p>"His last voyage was disastrous, but whether from his own desire +for gold hunting, or because from the demands of his crew, it +can not be told. A man was sent to supersede him and chains +were placed upon the man who had worn the robe of royalty. His +last years before the public were even more bitter than his first. +Until his death he seemed to spend all his time in trying to recover +from the king his lost prestige, titles and possessions, but +they never came. He besought Ferdinand pitifully to bestow +them as a perpetual heritage upon his son, even if not to him. +In a letter to his sovereigns, he said: 'Such is my fate that +twenty years of service, through which I passed with so much +toil and danger, have profited me nothing; and at this day I do +not possess a roof in Spain that I can call my own. If I wish to +eat or sleep, I have no where to go but to the inn or the tavern, +and I seldom have wherewith to pay the bill. I have not a hair +upon my head that is not grey; my body is infirm, and all that +was left me, as well as to my brothers, has been taken away and +sold, even to the frock that I wore, to my great dishonor. I implore +your highness to forgive my complaints. I am indeed in as +ruined a condition as I have related. Hitherto I have wept for +others: may Heaven now have mercy upon me, and may the +earth weep for me!'</p> + +<p>"He died in bitterest poverty at Valladolid at about the age of +seventy years. He was buried at Valladolid for a short while to + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page187" id="page187">[Pg 187]</a></span> + +satisfy the Franciscans, and then removed to Seville by request +of his relatives. It was said that Columbus wished to be buried +in San Domingo, and Charles V. gave authority for this to be +done to the grandson of Columbus, and the family of Colon was +to occupy the chapel of the cathedral. But there is no record +whatever of the events of his burial at San Domingo. This is +accounted for only on the theory that Drake, the English pirate, +destroyed them when he sacked San Domingo.</p> + +<p>"In 1795 Spain ceded San Domingo to France and it seemed +to the Spanish people to be a national disgrace for the bones of +Columbus to remain on foreign soil. There were no explicit +directions as to the exact spot where his bones were and it was +not known then that five of the family were buried together there. +What was supposed to be his ashes were taken to Havana but in +1877 while making some repairs in the vaults another tomb was +discovered in which was a strip of lead from a box which proved +that the place contained the ashes of the grandson of Columbus. +Then a further search was made; only a few inches from the vault +first opened another vault was found and in it a lead box containing +pieces of bone and human dust and on the lid was written</p> + +<p class="center"><i>"D. de la A. per Ate"</i></p> + +<p>which is supposed to mean "Discoverer of America, First Admiral." +A silver plate inside had inscribed on it the names and +titles of Columbus. This much decomposed leaden case was +placed, with its contents, in another case of satin wood and glass, +and all deposited in a vault so that the contents could be seen +through the glass. Spain could not think of giving up the honor +of having the bones of Columbus on her own soil, and the Royal +Academy of Madrid made an exhaustive study of the subject and +at last published a book in which they closed the argument with +the following words: "The remains of Christoval Colon are in the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page188" id="page188">[Pg 188]</a></span> + +cathedral of Habana, in the shadow of the glorious banner of +Castile. It is most fit that over his sepulchre waves the same +flag that sailed with him from Palos in the Santa <ins class="correction" title="original: second closing quote missing">Maria.""</ins></p> + +<p>After reviewing this history, which her interest in the great +Fair, and the great events it commemorated, had caused her to +learn, and after consulting her note book to be sure of her correctness, +there was a general discussion among them, which +showed that sight-seeing was not all they were doing at the Fair.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page189" id="page189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 588px;"> +<img src="images/image57.jpg" width="588" height="347" alt="image57" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"Some bodies for the heads and feet."</span> +</div> + +<p>It was now past noon. Aunt decided to go home; Fanny would +walk up and down the "Plaisance," and with her sketch book see +what she could do toward putting bodies between some of those +heads and feet she had drawn. Uncle and Johnny decided to go +up to the business portion of the city to spend the rest of the day. +It was a pleasant afternoon, and when they reached the viaduct +from the train a great mass of people were passing and repassing. +The great Auditorium building loomed up before them, with the +Art Gallery on their right and the Columbus statue on their left. +Under them trains were gliding by like long serpents, and out in +the lake fleet steamers and sail-boats loaded with people were +moving about like white spots on the blue waters. Uncle and +Johnny passed along the sidewalk in front of the hotel when +something at the corner caught their attention, and they came up +for a moment to look at it. Two or three men also turned, +stopping by him when he stopped. Then a few more came up, +and a ring of men began to form. Uncle and Johnny now +noticed that they were surrounded by people, and they attempted +to move out, but in vain. In a short time the crowd had become +so large that the sidewalk was blocked, and none except those +who were close to the center knew what the original attraction +was. The people coming over the viaduct and from far down the +street noticed the crowd too, and bent their steps also in its direction. +Some, fearful that they would miss something, began to + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page191" id="page191">[Pg 191]</a></span> + +run. The contagion for speed spread, and soon the whole mass +were speeding up the boulevard with open mouths and wide-staring +eyes. Each was asking the other as he ran, "What is it?"</p> + +<p>As they came in contact with the central surging crowd where +each man and woman was trying to see over the heads of those +in front, <ins class="correction" title="original: dispite">despite</ins> the fact that the object, whatever it was, was on +the ground, the question was repeated. But no one seemed to +know what had happened. People in the center of the crush began +to demand room and air. In vain they struggled to get out. +The people still coming over the viaduct would start into a run as +soon as they were on the street, and thus continually adding +pressure on the outside made the positions of those inside almost +unbearable. The crowd was now a pushing, clamoring one, extending +some distance up and down the sidewalk and out into the +street. The apparently insolvable mystery as to the nature of the +accident or cause of the excitement only made the crowd more +persistent and harder to manage. There were some who shouted, +"give the poor fellow more air." "It's a shame to crowd +around him like that." Then they would push harder than ever +to see what it was.</p> + +<p>Two men pushing each other got into an altercation. One +struck the other, almost knocking him down. The crowd quickly +took hold of the injured man and shoved him out into the "outer +darkness," as if he had been a criminal, while the other was let +alone. Some shouted for a doctor, others for the patrol and +ambulance and the police. At last two officers came. After +ringing up the patrol they forced their way through the crowd, +which quickly fell in behind them and pressed on again with the +renewed hope of seeing something. The presence of the officers +only added to the general excitement, and people who had been</p> + +<p>laggards or had left in disgust came back at a double quick.</p> + +<p>When the police got to the wall of the building they found a + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page192" id="page192">[Pg 192]</a></span> + +man who had two Newfoundland pups tied to a string. The +patrol wagon was sent back empty, and the crowd, which had +been sold instead of the pups, dispersed.</p> + +<p>When Uncle got out he took his bandana out of his hat and +mopped his forehead, as if he had just finished tossing up a load +of hay to Johnny on a hot day in the hayfield.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 343px;"> +<img src="images/image58.jpg" width="343" height="359" alt="image58" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"ONLY A COUPLE OF NEWFOUNDLAND PUPPIES."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Consarn them critters!" he said, "I was thinkin' of buyin' +one of them Newfoundland purps for Fanny, but the crowd was +so anxious to see the trade that I've got entirely out o' the notion. +I never see such curiosity people in all my life. The other day I +stopped at a winder, and before I got half through seeing there + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page193" id="page193">[Pg 193]</a></span> + +were about fifteen people standin' around and lookin' over my +shoulder. I guess I can't see anything any more without tollin' +so many folks on that I'm liable to get crushed. If country folks +was half as curious 'bout things as these city folks, they might be +laffed at with some sense."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page194" id="page194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XVII</i></h2> + +<h4>CAIRO STREET</h4> + +<p>"And so you call this the Anthropological building?" said +Uncle. "What kind of things has it got inside to have such a +name?"</p> + +<p>"Well, Grandpa, if you desire to be enlightened scientifically, +I may say that it is a subject beginning with Adam and including +the whole human race. It is divided into five parts: zoological +anthropology, showing the differences and similarities between +men and brutes; descriptive anthropology, showing the differences +and similarities between the races; general anthropology, which +is the descriptive biology of the human race; theological anthropology, +which concerns the divine origin and the destiny of man; +and ethical anthropology, which discusses the duties of man to +the world and his creator."</p> + +<p>"Do tell! it's a pretty big subject, and no wonder it has a +house to itself."</p> + +<p>Inside they found skulls, skeletons, bones, savage relics consisting +of dress, utensils, ornaments and weapons with amulets, +charms, idols and everything pertaining to early religions the world +over.</p> + +<p>On the eastern border of south pond was to be found the outdoor +ethnographical exhibit. Indian groups, Indian schools and +everything illustrating their primitive life and material progress.</p> + +<p>There were objects, shell heaps, village sites, burial places, +mounds, cliff houses and the ruins of Mexico, Central and South + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page195" id="page195">[Pg 195]</a></span> + +America. To see the same thing, and to only very little better +advantage, would require thousands of dollars and years of perilous +travel.</p> + +<p>"The more I go through these places," said Uncle "the more +I feel ashamed that I did not do my share in bringing of relics. +Now I could have brought the old nightcap that sister Susan's +dead husband's grandfather brought over from England; and I +have a gridiron that my great aunt gave me to remember her by. +And there's the snuffers and the old wood-yard rake that my +grandfather made himself way back in New England, and the +dress in which my aunt Harriet was married, and the horseshoe +from the foot of the horse that killed cousin John's boy Tom, +and sister Hanner's gold fillin' of her tooth, which was the first +gold fillin' in our parts, and it came out just afore she died, and I +don't know how much more. Ain't they anthropological, ethnographic +biology or something like that?"</p> + +<p>"I think, Grandpa, they would have been more useful in some +kind of a cabinet in the old settler's cabin, but we needn't to fret +about it any."</p> + +<p>From here they went over to the Midway Plaisance. The +"Street in <ins class="correction" title="original: closing quote missing">Cairo"</ins> was to be opened with a great parade of some +kind and they wanted to see it. The natives call it <i>Mars-al-Kabia</i>. +In fact the Street in Cairo was all the curiosities of +Egyptian Cairo's streets crowded into one Chicago Cairo Street. +It was a splendid sight with its gardens and squares, its temples, +its towers and minaret made in the most Arabesque architecture +and ornamented with the most fantastic draperies. The inhabitants +had been directly transported from old Cairo across the sea +to Midway Plaisance. There were the importunate street venders, +the donkey boys begging and pulling at the clothing of the +visitors, the pompous drivers of camels beseeching the visitors to +try their "ship of the desert;" tom-tom pounders, reed blowers, + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page196" id="page196">[Pg 196]</a></span> + +fakirs, child acrobat beggars, Mohammedans, Copts, Jews, +Franks, Greeks, Armenians, Nubians, Soudanese, Arabs, Turks, +and men and women from all over the Levant, all in the gorgeous +apparel of the East, filling the booths or strolling about the street. +They were the happiest lot of Orientals that ever got so far away +from home. Drums were beating, camel drivers singing merry +songs, and a curious medley of voices which the earth beneath +them never heard before. At eleven o'clock somebody blew a +strange kind of horn, which made the small boy almost kill himself +in his frenzy to get near to see what it meant.</p> + +<p>Musicians mounted the camels and began grinding out music +that was enough to frighten even a North American Indian to +death. At the first glimpse of the camels a team of steady old +horses, that probably were never frightened before, ran away with +the gravel wagon which they had been patiently dragging along. +Little Arabs and Soudanese ran ahead of the procession turning +somersets and clapping their hands in hilarious glee. There were +warriors hopping about and clashing shields and swords together +in mimic battle. In front of Hagenbeck's show the lions were +aroused from their slumber in the den above the entrance, and +they stood before the bars and roared at the procession. Then +the dancing girls came skipping along, followed by a bride and +her maids, for at last it was seen to be a bridal procession that +was celebrating the opening of "Cairo street" in Chicago.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page197" id="page197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 323px;"> +<img src="images/image59.jpg" width="323" height="574" alt="image59" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"Hurrah! It humps in front, jumps behind, and paces in the middle."</span> +</div> + +<p>Here is the circus of the "Plaisance," where the visitors are +the actors and the clowns. Every hour can be seen a bevy of +pretty girls escorted by a brother or some dapper young man. +The camel drivers hail them. What a chance for a lark! "Let's +have a ride on the back of the queer creature," says one maiden. +"Oh! you wouldn't dare," replies brother. "Wouldn't I, though? +Just watch me," is the modern maiden's response. She approaches +the dromedary, which opens one eye by way of recognition. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page199" id="page199">[Pg 199]</a></span> + +She passes silver to the hand of the dark-skinned menial. +The other girls giggle. A great crowd gathers round to see the +fun which experience has taught is coming. Now the bold young +woman is in the saddle, and holding tightly, as advised, to the +strap which hangs near by. The dromedary opens the other eye, +shuffles his rear and longest legs in the dust with a sound that +resembles the hum of an approaching cyclone, gathers himself +for an effort, and suddenly presents to the gaze of all beholders a +rear elevation notable for its suddeness and its altitude, if not +for its architectural beauty. Though catapulted about ten feet +higher than she had had any idea of going, the American young +woman does not scream. That would be unbecoming woman in +this woman's era. She merely presses her lips tighter together, +lets her smile fade away at the corners of her pretty mouth and +grasps the strap as if her life depended upon it. The crowd, of +course, laughs.</p> + +<p>By this time the dromedary has shuffled himself some more +along the brick pavement and opened the ugliest mouth ever seen +this side the Nile. Now he shows his front elevation, and the +smile which had returned to the lips of his fair rider fades again +as the other end of the animated catapult is put into operation. +But only for a moment. The bystanders have only begun their +second laugh when the American young woman is seen to be herself +again. She is out for a good time, and she is having it. +The dromedary winks three times and puts a sinuous, swaying +sort of motion into his body. His fat feet and angular legs begin +to describe semi-circles. The saddle and its rider twist and +gyrate and revolve and stop short, only to start quickly off again +in some other direction, and the triumphant journey through the +"Street in Cairo" has begun.</p> + +<p>It is a very narrow thoroughfare, this oriental street, and it has +no sidewalks. The crowd falls to either side. As the courier of + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page200" id="page200">[Pg 200]</a></span> + +the desert humps through the lane made open for him, his rider +is seen smiling and happy. She knows she has a pretty foot, and +that it is neatly clad in red shoes with tapering points and the +most becoming of hosiery. She knows her figure is trim, and +that her cheeks are bright and her eyes flashing. Applause follows +her from the mosque to the temple of Luxor, and rolls back +again as her beast turns for the homeward march.</p> + +<p>She has had a ride on a real dromedary, caused palpitations in +a hundred masculine hearts, and made 500 of her sex envy her +the possession of such feet, figure and nerve. But these are not +her sweetest triumphs. The consciousness to her most grateful +and satisfying is that the courage and the independence of the +modern young woman of America have been exemplified and +vindicated.</p> + +<p>They must get their fortunes told. There were no gypsies in +this Cairo such as camp along the country roads or in the edges +of the villages and tell sighing swains about their loves. Here +was a seer imported direct from the banks of the Nile.</p> + +<p>His father studied the stars and read lives from the palms of +men's hands. His grandfather did the same. He came from +a race of wise men. The first seers of his family sat in the +shade of the early sphinxes and told <ins class="correction" title="original: Egpytian">Egyptian</ins> maidens to beware +of young men who came up from the Red sea with false +promises.</p> + +<p>But his fortune-telling was of the same kind as one finds everywhere. +A young man paid the price and held out his hand. The +wise man took hold of the fingers, bent them back from the hand +and pushed the cuff half way back to the elbow. He traced +the course of the veins, ran his coal-black finger along each +wrinkle of the palm, and all the time muttered to himself. +Sometimes he nodded his head and gurgled approvingly. Again +he hesitated and groaned feebly, as if the signs were sad. The + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page201" id="page201">[Pg 201]</a></span> + +young man had a scared look in his eyes. Then the interpreter +began to tell what the aged seer had to say:</p> + +<p>"He says that you had sickness. It was not long ago. You +were afraid. But it's all right. You won't be sick any more. +Have health, good health. Feel good all time. Don't be afraid."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad to hear it," said the young man.</p> + +<p>"Before you worked where you do now you had another kind +of work. You did something else. You will change. Not the +same kind of work next time. No, no. You will have good +time. A man will give you work. It is different from what you +do now. He is short, fat, very rich man. Go with him. You +will do well, make money—lots of money. Fat man will make +you have better clothes."</p> + +<p>"Well, what's the matter with these I've——," began the +young man, but the interpreter hushed him.</p> + +<p>"He says you must stay in Chicago, good place. If you travel +you will not have as much money as you will have when you get +with the fat man. You must stay here if you want to be rich +and have good clothes. Aha! this is very good. Put your head +near. He says you are very warm-hearted, like all of the +women. Yes, yes, that's it, you love one in particular, your wife +or some one. He wants to know who it is you love."</p> + +<p>"I am not married," said the young man.</p> + +<p>"He says," resumed the interpreter, "that it's all right."</p> + +<p>"All right, eh?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, you will marry her, but not this year."</p> + +<p>"How long do you think you will live?"</p> + +<p>"Give it up."</p> + +<p>"You will live to be 87. He says so."</p> + +<p>That was all, and the puzzled young man arose to go away.</p> + +<p>"How was it? How was it?" asked all the women who had +been looking on and marveling.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page202" id="page202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I'll tell you," said the young man. "The past and present +are both a little cloudy, but the future is all that any one could +ask."</p> + +<p>Then he started away, keeping a sharp lookout for a fat man +who seemed to be rich.</p> + +<p>At the end of the street is the Temple of Luxor, where the +curious pass under the deity-covered portal, and gaze upon the +reproduced wonders of ancient Egypt. They bend over withered +mummies of kings dead 5,000 years ago, and listen to music that +has not been played for ages.</p> + +<p>Near here is the passage way outside, and, as Fanny came out +with <ins class="correction" title="original: here">her</ins> ears ringing with the strange jargon that everywhere +met her, she was at once relaxed from the tension of sights and +sounds she had just been in by seeing two country people rush +together just before her. One said:</p> + +<p>"Well, what in the world are you doin' here?"</p> + +<p>"I swan, is that you? What are you doin' here?"</p> + +<p>"Oh-h-h, we had to see the Fair, couldn't miss it, you know, +not if it took a leg."</p> + +<p>"That's right, that's right. Bring your folks?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, they're around here somewhere. Mother's about +fagged. Says she'd rather cook for harvest hands than walk all +day. Going to stay long?"</p> + +<p>"Calculate on being here all next week if body and soul stick +together. 'Spose you'll be here sometime."</p> + +<p>"Can't tell yet. Just about give up seeing it all. Half the +time don't know whether I'm on my head or my heels. Blamedest +place I ever struck."</p> + +<p>"That's right, that's right."</p> + +<p>It was enough to cause her to smile at their homely enthusiasm, +and the striking contrast of language. It was a relief to + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page203" id="page203">[Pg 203]</a></span> + +hear intelligible language once more, and in the rural dialect so +familiar to her ears.</p> + +<p>The soft, balmy days of June were now in their glory, and +Uncle and Aunt sometimes spent nearly the whole day sitting +around on Wooded Island imagining they could hear their cattle +lowing in the pasture across the creek, and dreaming their lives +over again from their early happy days. It was so peaceful there. +Then they loved to go over by the lake and look upon it as a +painted ocean, as calm and quiet as a pond of Raphael. It was +something to see the stretch of blue go on till it touched the low-hung +clouds at the edge of the world. Beyond the mists and +the smoke of the white steamers were dimly outlined streaks of +yellow and light, which turned the whole heavens into a softened +sky of good promise. In the foreground of the vista the giant +figures of victory, with charging horses and chariot, and all the +Apollos and Neptunes, stood out like silhouettes. There was no +noise save the ripple of the water down the cascade at Columbia's +feet. Gentle winds lapped the waves along the beach, the furious +breakers of other days were toned into a delicate murmur, which +sounded very like some sweet symphony or the hymn of a winged +choir. Waves which had for weeks been tangled masses of white +caps and had thrashed with frantic anger the bases of the towering +pillars dropped to the dainty ripples of a summer breeze. +There was no crash, no roar, no splashing spray, driven on by a +gale that snorted and snapped. So delicately and silently did the +waters kiss the shore that sparrows and wrens and a flock of wandering +doves walked to the very edge and filled their crops with +the pure white sand. Then this, the best great work of any race +of any age, comes over the spirits of worshipful men like +heavenly benedictions of good-will and peace.</p> + +<p>Sometimes as they sat in some quiet place alone saying +nothing but thinking joy, the music of holy melodies came floating + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page204" id="page204">[Pg 204]</a></span> + +across the waters of the basin and re-echoed from the heaving +lake to the Administration dome. They were sitting at the +feet of that human genius which God had hallowed for the sake +of those who revere His holy name.</p> + +<p>They were everywhere thrilled with the supremely gifted +achievements of their fellow men, inspired by the living canvass +from every clime, and amazed to know that the lumps of Parian +stone could be made to speak the heroism of the world.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page205" id="page205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XVIII</i></h2> + +<h4>UNCLE IN THE LOCK-UP</h4> + +<p>Our family felt that they could remain in the grounds forever +and never be done seeing; but the time was drawing near when +they must return home. Uncle decided that this Saturday must +be their last day at the Fair. Surely they had seen enough, even +if there was so much more not yet seen. They had seen notable +people all the way from the Infanta of Spain to Faraway +Moses, of Egypt. But they were all the same to Uncle. He +had heard all kinds of music, from the Spanish band to the +Samoan tom-tom. "Some of the music," he said, "was so +peaceful like, but the rest was not half so nice as the growin' pigs +rubbin' against splinters in the sty back of the barnyard." He +had surely been all over, and there was nothing more of a startling +nature to see. He had watched them check babies at the children's +building as if they were poodles or handbags, and he had +been over to the Irish village and seen the people kissing the +"Blarney Stone." On a card tacked near by he read:</p> + +<table cellpadding="5" summary="note"> +<tr><td> +<p style="font-size: smaller"> +This is the stone that whoever kisses<br /> +He never misses to<br /> +Grow eloquent.<br /> +A clever spouter<br /> +He'll turn out an orator<br /> +In Parliament.</p> +</td></tr></table> + +<p>Uncle had no ambition that way, and so he let the rest do all the +kissing.</p> + +<p>He had completed his sight-seeing in the city by taking a + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page206" id="page206">[Pg 206]</a></span> + +Turkish bath, and he considered himself now ready to "pull up +stakes" and return to the farm.</p> + +<p>"I've made hay in July, and punched it back into the loft," +said Uncle; "I've harvested in August, and drunk out of the +branch; I've cut hoop-poles in the swamp, and done lots of other +hot things, but fer real sultuy weather nothing is ekal to the Turkey +bath. Some feller told me it was the healthiest bath a feller +could take when there was no creek around. You see, I looked +at the Chicago river and decided it wasn't altogether a proper +place fer a swim; then I went over to the lake whar they were a +paddling around, but somehow the water didn't warm up even a +little bit in the afternoons, and then I <ins class="correction" title="original: though">thought</ins> I might just as well +pay a dollar and take a Turkey bath.</p> + +<p>"Well, it do beat anything in the wash line I ever see. I went +into the barber <ins class="correction" title="original: snop">shop</ins> where the sign was and paid a woman a dollar, +and she took my silver ticker and chain and all my spare +change, and my pocket book, and put 'em all into a box and locked +it and then fastened the key around my wrist. Well, I wondered +if I was a going down there whar they had to protect me +that way from getting robbed.</p> + +<p>"I went down stairs where I stopped to see a feller a doing +some thing to a feller's feet. I seed he was a cutting the nails, +and then I thought how awful lazy these city people do get, that +they can't even cut their own toe nails.</p> + +<p>"A feller came up and put me in a little room and told me to +strip off and foller him. Well, sir, that feller he just stuck me +into a room that was hot enough to fry eggs and bake Johnny +cakes. I dassent breathe hard for fear of burning my nose off. +He set me into a lean back chair and decently covered me over +with a sheet. I've biled sap, an' I've rolled logs; I've scraped +hogs over the kettle and made soap, but this beat anything I ever +see fer hot weather. If I hadn't seen other respectable folks + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page207" id="page207">[Pg 207]</a></span> + +goin' in there I'd a knowed I was a gittin' basted for my sins in +the bad world. I couldn't set there, so I tried to walk around, +but I seen my feet was liable to get roasted, and the air was hotter +at the top, so I set down again.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, I sot there till I got hotter'n biled corn, and then I +hollered worse nor the Johnnies at Kenesaw mountain.</p> + +<p>"Then a feller stuck his head in at the door and told me to +come out there, and when I did a colored feller shoved me on to +a bench and began to slap the daylights out o' me with both +hands, and then another feller he turned the hose on me, and +then I cut loose.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, you ought to a seed me. I'm gittin' old, but +'nough is 'nough, and I kin be painters an' wild cats when I want +to. I was in a pecooliar place without a stitch on me, but I jest +run the slapper into the bake oven, and I made the buggy washer +jump into the fish pond or swimmin' hole what they aimed to +chuck me into next; and then a feller came out and took me +into another room, where he rubbed me down kind a horse like, +and I got my clothes on and went up to the woman and got my +things give back; and I told her I was awful glad to see daylight +again. She laffed, an' I didn't say no more, but I done lots of +thinkin'."</p> + +<p>They were sitting on a rustic bench, just across the southwest +bridge on Wooded Island, when Uncle's talking was brought to a +stop by a great noise in the direction of the "Plaisance." Just +then two Turks came trotting by with a sedan chair in which was +seated a nervous-looking woman who seemed anxious to reach +the place from which the medley of noises seem to be issuing. +She nervously grasped the sides of the chair and looked at the +bent form of the toiling Ottoman in front. Over the bridge they +went, the carriers executing a double shuffle diagonally down the +steep descent. The passenger opened her mouth and gave a + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page208" id="page208">[Pg 208]</a></span> + +scream that made the Turk in front stumble as he bent his head +to see what was wrong. Then she screamed harder, frightening a +flock of sea-gulls off the island and bringing a Columbian guard +on a run from the north entrance of the Horticultural building to +see what was the matter. Then she insisted on getting out, and +she was so glad, that she gave the Turk a dollar, and left before +he could give her any change.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;"> +<img src="images/image60.jpg" width="373" height="309" alt="image60" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"SHE GAVE A SCREAM THAT SCARED SOME GULLS OFF OF THE ISLAND."</span> +</div> + +<p>The noise over towards the "Plaisance" continued, and Johnny +cried out, "The parade, the Midway Plaisance parade! Come +on, the whole earth is parading!"</p> + +<p>The front of the procession just then <ins class="correction" title="original: apprared">appeared</ins> in view, and the +family went to the top of the bridge where they could review the + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page209" id="page209">[Pg 209]</a></span> + +strangest procession that ever walked on the western world. Processions +may come, and processions may go, but there never was +one like that which was then winding through the broad streets of +Jackson Park.</p> + +<p>The column was over a mile long, and made up of men and +women afoot; camels, gaily decked horsemen, wild Bedouins +from Arabia's desert's; carriages, rolling chairs, reindeer and +dog sledges. From the fur garments of the Laplanders leading +the column, to the sea-grass, thoroughly ventilated costumes of +the Samoans, was presented a contrast that marked the display +all along the line. It seemed as if there had been a revival of +the Babel scene from the Pentateuch. It seemed that the confusion +of tongues had just come to pass and people had not yet +become accustomed to talk anything but Sanscrit or Chinese.</p> + +<p>There was a gathering of assorted freaks not surpassed since +Noah came out of the ark, and an assortment of people never +seen before. When Mr. Moody preaches to the Midway Plaisance, +surely the scripture will be fulfilled as to preaching the gospel +to all the nations of the earth.</p> + +<p>Then the bedlam of strange cries were heard again. These +peculiar sounds came from the Dahomey warriors and amazons, +black as night and stupid as pigs. In thin cloth and hair garments +that concealed just a little of their bodies, the blacks romped as +they sang and beat upon long cartridge shaped drums.</p> + +<p>The noisiest part of the parade began with the Algerian village. +Drums resounded, <ins class="correction" title="original: clarionets">clarinets</ins> screeched, castanets clattered, and +the shrill cries of the dancing girls rose above all the tumult. +The girls rode in rolling chairs, and while they were not busy +rivaling the banshee of Ireland, they laughed and flirted to their +hearts' content.</p> + +<p>The Chinese was the most gorgeous contingent in the column. +Costumed in rare and brilliant silks, ablaze with gold and silver, + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page210" id="page210">[Pg 210]</a></span> + +the Chinese actors and actresses made a brilliant appearance. +But it was the dragon that wriggled behind them that caught the +crowd. It was 125 feet long, and its mouth was big enough to +swallow a man without tearing his clothes on its fangs. When +it passed the beer tunnel in the "Plaisance," its glaring eyes +turned toward a man whose best friends have been to Dwight. +The man shuddered and drew a long and nervous breath.</p> + +<p>"Take me away from here, Bill," the man said to his companion. +"I never thought I could get in this kind of a fix. I'm +a quitter right now."</p> + +<p>From a distance it looked like a monster sea serpent on a +spree. It was really a dragon, at least that's what the Chinese +call it; but it was in fact the finest exhibit ever beheld of what a +diseased imagination can do for a victim of strong drink. It +could easily claim the prize as being the most terrifying object +on earth.</p> + +<p>The people from the "Street of Cairo," afoot and mounted on +camels and donkeys, headed their part of the procession with +the Turkish flag, and swift-footed runners guarded the banner, +while men in rusty, antique chain-armor were near to defend. +A horde of fakirs and jugglers of all colors, from jet-black Soudanese +to fair-faced Greeks, pressed close at their heels, stripped +to the waists, with bare feet, and cutting up all sorts of tricks. +Swordsmen, garbed in long robes, twirling naked blades and +shields as they hopped about one another in imitation of combat; +more donkey boys; Nubians bearing carved Egyptian images, +one of which was of the sacred bull done in gold; bayaderes and +nautch dancers, not very good looking, but with fine white arms +and well-turned ankles and gorgeous in oriental robes and colors—all +flocked after the fakirs.</p> + +<p>Then came the Persians, the women playing upon hurdy-gurdies +and singing a plaintive air more suggestive of melody than + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page211" id="page211">[Pg 211]</a></span> + +any other native music in the line. The lion banner of the Shah +was carried proudly, and this detachment closed with a score of +Persian gladiators, naked to the waist. They seemed to be +superbly executed pieces of bronze set in motion.</p> + +<p>The "Beauty Show" was in the parade. Blarney Castle had +several lads and lasses present, led by the pipes and a jig-dancer +as agile as an antelope and as tireless as an electric fan, for he +jigged all the way the procession marched. Then the Samoans +came along. Stalwart men are they, yellow-skinned and muscular, +and in their airy sea-grass garments, knee short and chest +high, they presented a splendid physical appearance, while the +women were pleasant-faced and fairly pretty. The men danced +a war dance while marching along, and their fierce wielding of +their clubs had greater influence in putting back the fast encroaching +crowds than did the oft repeated command of the +Columbian guard to stand back.</p> + +<p>The South Sea Islanders, with nothing much more than +feathers and grasses about their bodies and on their heads, sang +a wild but tuneful melody as they brandished war clubs and +danced about, their well-greased bodies gleaming in the sun. +Three pretty Hula-Hula girls in the party sang all the time. +Their dress was very fantastic; short, full skirts of brilliant-colored +grasses fell to their bare brown knees. Flowers and +grasses were twined in their hair. A short, tight-fitting robe of +grasses and feathers fell over their shoulders and ended at their +waists.</p> + +<p>The young women who illustrate all the various types of beauty +to be seen anywhere on earth, from Hong Kong to State street, + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page212" id="page212">[Pg 212]</a></span> + +made up the line. They were in carriages, and attracted much +attention.</p> + +<p>The odd procession traversed the Fair grounds to the east end of +the Electricity building, and then returned to their respective shows.</p> + +<p>It was now getting late in the afternoon and Uncle said, "Now, +let us be taking our last looks."</p> + +<p>"Papers, Mister? All about the Sunday Fair."</p> + +<p>Uncle bought a paper and read the headlines:</p> + +<p class="center"><i>"GATES REMAIN OPEN"</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>"Courts' Final Decision in Favor of Sunday Fair<br /> +Judges are Unanimous—Overrule Judgment<br /> +of United States Circuit Court"</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>"Court Room and Halls Crowded with People<br /> +Eager to Hear the Decision"</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>"The Chief Justice brushes away the Cobwebs of<br /> +sophistry and religious paternalism by which the<br /> +Sabbatarian sects sought to close the Gates<br /> +against the Millions"</i></p> + +<p>"I didn't see no millions when I was here Sunday, did you, +Sarah? And the grounds looked lots like a big grave yard, with +some people sad like, a wandering through."</p> + +<p>The sweat began to come on Uncle's face. His big bandanna +was brought into play. "So they've opened it. Well, I don't +know, I don't know. It kind of worries me somehow, as if they +oughtn't a done it. But I don't understand all the law and the +gospel. I surely didn't do no wrong when I thought seeing the +Fair on Sunday was right, if it do disturb me like, just now. I +thought our Savior meant seeing the Fair on Sunday when he said +'It is lawful to do well on the Sabbath day.' But when I see +the beer tunnel full of people, and the furrin theayters a runnin', +it didn't look lawful, and I wisht I was back to our old church a +sittin' in the corner. Anyhow, I hope I didn't do any of it."</p> + +<p>Uncle walked on slowly in a very sad and meditative mood. +Aunt looked as if there was something that had overthrown all + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page213" id="page213">[Pg 213]</a></span> + +her high sentiment on her first Sunday of seeing the entrancing +visions of the great Exposition. There were religious realities +touching her soul now, and she walked on rapidly with Fanny, +leaving Uncle behind. Johnny was flipping pebbles at some +ducks in the lagoon and Uncle had stopped to look in at one of +the doors of Liberal Arts hall. While he was standing there +two dapper young men came walking hastily by. One caught +sight of Uncle and quickly uttered a low whistle. His companion +stopped short as the first one said: "Der's de old duffer; let's +work him."</p> + +<p>"Naw, we can't do it. He'll remember me mistake in change +an' de blasted trainboy biz."</p> + +<p>"'I'll bet you a fiver he don't! You're trigged out altogether +new, an' your gran'mother wouldn't know ye."</p> + +<p>"Nothin' like tryin', so here goes," and the speaker walked on +a few steps and half concealed himself behind a column, close +enough to hear all that was said.</p> + +<p>"Well, how do you do, Deacon Jones? I am awfully surprised. +It's like two needles meeting in a haystack for us to +meet here. Isn't it now! It's a long time since I saw you back +in old Barnville, Sage county, Indiana; but I remembered you +the minute I clapped my eyes on you. I suspect you'd like to +hear from some of your old neighbors."</p> + +<p>The speaker was still holding Uncle's hand, and Uncle was +looking at him in a bewildered manner, as if searching intensely +in the picture gallery of memory's old time faces.</p> + +<p>"I see you can't place me, but I guess it's 'cause I was only +a chunk of a lad, but I see you often in the 'amen corner' of +the Barnville Baptist church. You see my father was killed in +one of the battles before Atlanta, and mother and me, when I was +a boy, didn't have much to live on, only our pension. So I had +to work hard, and didn't git around much for to be seen by anybody. + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page214" id="page214">[Pg 214]</a></span> + +I was converted and joined the church just about the time +you moved away. Then I went into Mr. Monroe's store and got +to be chief clerk, and then when the bank was opened at Barnville +I was made cashier, and in three or four years I was called +to be cashier in the First National here, so you see I have been +more successful than most of the poor boys about Barnville whose +fathers never came back from defending their country."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 360px;"> +<img src="images/image61.jpg" width="360" height="306" alt="image61" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"I SEE YOU CAN'T PLACE ME."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Ah, my boy," said Uncle, "my heart always warms up for +my comrades' children. I believe I recollect you now. Wasn't +you the boy what swum out into the crick at high water, when the +bridge went down while preacher Barker's wife was crossing with +her baby to bring him back from Bethel, and towed 'em safe to +shore?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page215" id="page215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. I'm the lad."</p> + +<p>"Widow Brown's son George?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, George Brown, from Barnville, is what I am."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, my boy, I knowed I recollected you. My memory's +bad enough, but I haint forgot ye and yer brave deed. Well, +I'm glad your succeeding so well, and I hope you haint forgot +your redemption before the Cross."</p> + +<p>"No, Deacon, I haven't, and I trust I am doing the Lord's +will, as I ought, though I know sometimes I fall short. I take +part more than most of the young people in our church, but I +trust I will still be moved to do more and more for our holy +cause."</p> + +<p>"There, there! It's proud I am to see in this great wicked city +one of Barnville's boys so true to the teachings of our Lord and +Master that he learnt in our old home church."</p> + +<p>Here the young man coughed lightly, as if the emotion of +religious memories was swelling up in his throat and almost +choking his utterance.</p> + +<p>"But I guess everybody has forgot me at Barnville. It's mor'n +twelve years now."</p> + +<p>"Not at all, Deacon. Every time I go back there to the old +church I hear somebody speak of Deacon Jones."</p> + +<p>"Do tell——!"</p> + +<p>At this moment a young man came up hurriedly and tapped +"George" on the shoulder. "George" turned at once, and said: +"How do you do, Henry? Henry, this is my old friend, Deacon +Jones, from the home of my boyhood. Mr. Jones, Mr. Wilson. +I am proud, Deacon, to have you meet my friend here, who is +one of the Exposition directors and manager of one of the most +important departments on the grounds."</p> + +<p>"I would be very glad to talk longer with you and your friend +Mr. Brown, but I was just hunting for Johnson, the paymaster. Iv'e + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page216" id="page216">[Pg 216]</a></span> + +got to have two hundred dollars inside of ten minutes or there will +be the biggest howl among employees you ever saw."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you needn't hunt any longer for Johnson, Mr. Wilson, +here's my check for the sum and you can cash it at once at the +World's Fair bank," and Mr. Brown, who was none other than +Arthur Blair, the confidence man and bogus detective, drew out +a First National bank check book.</p> + +<p>"But that's exactly the trouble. It is now past banking hours, +and for some reason Johnson has not come around."</p> + +<p>A troubled look came over Mr. Blair's face in his anxiety to +help out his friend. Turning to Uncle he said: "Perhaps the +Deacon can help my friend out and then cash my check here on +the grounds in the morning."</p> + +<p>Uncle looked uneasy for a moment, and then said: "Of +course I can accommodate you," and he pulled out a roll of bills +and laid aside $200, which left him with only thirty dollars.</p> + +<p>Mr. Blair had the check made out and was just extending it to +Uncle when Johnny came up, a curious spectator of the scene +before him. A second glance at the gentleman talking to his +grandfather and he began to jump up and down and whirl around +yelling at the top of his voice: "Perlice! fire! murder! robbers! +pickpockets! confidence men! thieves! thugs! highwaymen! +bandits! outlaws! catch 'em! hang 'em! crucify 'em! +here, here, everybody! surround 'em! close in on 'em! let no +guilty man escape!"</p> + +<p>The two confidence men were for once too astonished to act +quickly, but one recovered himself soon enough to make a snatch +for the roll of bills in Uncle's hand. Two or three corners of +bills were torn away, but Uncle held the money. In an instant a +dozen men were crowding around, and among them two or three +officers.</p> + +<p>"Catch that old thief!" yelled Blair, "he's got my money." + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page217" id="page217">[Pg 217]</a></span> + +"Catch him!" cried Wilson, <ins class="correction" title="original: "appearing">appearing</ins> to try to get at him, +"he's got our money."</p> + +<p>Uncle was standing in blank stupefaction holding the bills in his +hands and staring at the gathering crowd.</p> + +<p>An officer caught him by the arm and said: "Old man, where +did you get that money?"</p> + +<p>Uncle found his tongue at last, and said: "Mister, I got that +from Bill Shaw for some of the finest Jerseys you ever seed."</p> + +<p>"Here, officer, are our cards and the charge. We'll appear +in the morning at the station."</p> + +<p>Johnny had been overwhelmed by the crowd, but by this time +he had edged his way in, and when he saw his grandfather in the +tolls of the law he yelled shrill enough to startle the whole crowd.</p> + +<p>"Grandfather's done nothing, let him alone. Here's the thieving +hypocrits." But the two young men had disappeared among +the people, and Uncle was being taken away in such a crowd +that John could get no view whatever of the situation, so he ran +howling and sputtering round and round the fast increasing crowd +like a child gone insane. Presently the uselessness of his action +made him think of Mother and Fanny. At once he darted off to +the spot where he had seen them last, and in his wildness to find +them ran past them two or three times, till Fanny saw him and in +amazement cried, "Johnny! John! What on earth is the matter +with you, Johnny?"</p> + +<p>Johnny darted over to them and yelled out: "He's tuk up! +The cops has got him! grandfather's tuck up, and he's done +nothing, and them bloody bandits got away again. Oh! Oh! +Oh!" and Johnny danced around, incapable of telling Fanny or +his grandma anything further.</p> + +<p>But they learned enough to know that for some reason Uncle +had been arrested and was no doubt now in the guard house. +Aunt was overwhelmed with consternation, but Fanny ran over to + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page218" id="page218">[Pg 218]</a></span> + +a guard standing near by and inquired: "If anyone is arrested on +the grounds where do they take them?"</p> + +<p>"Over there to the guard house, Miss. There they go with +some old chap now."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 365px;"> +<img src="images/image62.jpg" width="365" height="332" alt="image62" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HE'S TUCK UP, HE'S TUCK UP! THE COPS GOT HIM!"</span> +</div> + +<p>Fanny looked and could scarcely repress a scream as she saw +Uncle seated in the patrol wagon between two policemen. She +ran back to Aunt and Johnny and told him to run as fast as he +could to see where the wagon went, and they would follow in the +same direction. Johnny was off like a shot as he saw the wagon +rapidly disappearing over the way.</p> + +<p>Out of breath they were coming up to the station door when +they met Johnny, hat off, and almost speechless with excitement.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page219" id="page219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p> + +<p>"They've took Grandpa's money and everything, and locked +him up. They asked him if he had any friends, and he said he +had no friends here but us. Nobody listens to me, come quick," +and he started them off on a run for the station. Arriving there, +the officers in charge told them he could do nothing for them unless +they could find some responsible persons to secure his appearance +for the preliminary hearing of the next day. They +were taken around where Uncle was, and a more woe-begone +appearing farmer never was seen.</p> + +<p>"Ah, children, this is Chicago!"</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, I'm going to find Mr. Warner. I believe he is a +good man, and will help us, as he told you he would. Johnny +and I will start at once to find him. I don't know what else to do."</p> + +<p>"But, child," said Aunt, "it's already five o'clock, and the +people will all be gone home from the store."</p> + +<p>"No difference, Grandma; you stay right here, for we're going."</p> + +<p>She took the card from Uncle that Mr. Warner had given +him and left the building with Johnny walking resolutely by her +side.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page220" id="page220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>CHAPTER XIX</i></h2> + +<h4>THE LOST FOUND</h4> + +<p>They took a car, and in half an hour were at the doors of the +Clarendon Company. It was past business hours and the doors +were locked. Fanny was greatly distressed as to what she should +do; but there was no time to lose. Some young men were +standing near eyeing her with the usual sensual greediness of +their kind. Her mission was too urgent for her to notice their +insinuating remarks.</p> + +<p>"Can any of you tell me where or how I may find the gentleman +named on this card?"</p> + +<p>Her demeanor, so unaffected and true, brought all their latent +manhood out, and each one was anxious for the honor of helping +her.</p> + +<p>Some one standing in the rear made an unbecoming remark, +and instantly the eyes of those about her turned on him so +meaningly that he slunk away. One of them took her into a +restaurant near by and made known to the proprietor what she +wanted. He said Mr. Warner lived with the head of the firm, a +Mr. Sterling. The street and number of the residence was +given to a cabman, and soon they were driving rapidly away.</p> + +<p>Mr. Sterling was sitting alone in his library reading the evening +papers, when he heard a determined ring at the door. His +door was open into the hall, and he went himself at once to +answer the call.</p> + +<p>It was growing quite dark, and he could distinguish only that + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page221" id="page221">[Pg 221]</a></span> + +there were two young people standing before him.</p> + +<p>"Is this where Mr. Sterling lives?" said one, in a very pleasing +tone of voice.</p> + +<p>"It is."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 378px;"> +<img src="images/image63.jpg" width="378" height="333" alt="image63" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"HE HEARD A DETERMINED RING AT THE DOOR."</span> +</div> + +<p>"We are very sorry to disturb you, but we are in some trouble, +and a gentleman by the name of Warner told us if, for any reason, +we needed any assistance while in the city, to call on him. +We went to the store, but it was closed, and then we were +directed to come to you in the hope that through you we could +find Mr. Warner."</p> + +<p>John and Fanny saw a kindly appearing business man before +them, and they spoke with the utmost confidence in his good-will.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page222" id="page222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p> + +<p>"So, so! that is good. I have heard him speak several times +recently of a young lady he met on the train, and somewhere else +once or twice since. Are you the young lady I have been teasing +him about? Now, that is good. Of course you can see him. +He lives with me and is up-stairs now. May I ask what is the +nature of your trouble?"</p> + +<p>Johnny could hold his tongue no longer.</p> + +<p>"Why, sir, they've tuck Grandpa up and got him in jail 'cause +I stopped some crooks a gettin' his money."</p> + +<p>"I don't see, my boy, just how that could be," and the gentleman +seemed somewhat suspicious of their grandfather.</p> + +<p>"I don't, nuther," blurted Johnny.</p> + +<p>"Come in. I will send for Mr. Warner and see what he can +do for you."</p> + +<p>They followed him into the room, and he motioned them to +take seats. Then he went out and sent some one up-stairs for +Mr. Warner.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page223" id="page223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 347px;"> +<img src="images/image64.jpg" width="347" height="564" alt="image64" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"Fanny, my little girl—my lost children!"</span> +</div> + +<p>The room was richly furnished, but had an air of negligence +about it that betokened the want of an interested woman's taste +and care. They could hear voices now and then coming from +some distant part of the house, but they sounded more like the +hilarious gaiety of servants than of persons having such a cultured +place for a home. From the tapestries on the walls to the +piano and the great case full of books, everything was arranged +for the convenience of the one rather than for the taste of the +many. It was the most pleasing home, where money was +lavishly spent, that she had ever been in, and perhaps she is not +to be blamed that for a moment she was carried away by her +surroundings, and the longing came over her to be so happily +situated as this. Seeing a life-size painting of a woman placed +on a high frame near a desk, she went over to look at it. There +was something so lifelike and natural, and even familiar, about + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page225" id="page225">[Pg 225]</a></span> + +the picture that she still further forgot how she came to be +there. She did not hear Mr. Sterling as he re-entered the room, +but he came up to her, and as she stepped aside the light fell +full upon her face almost on a level with the picture in the +frame. A startled expression came over the face of Mr. Sterling, +which deepened into an amazement. His face grew white, +and he looked at her and then at the picture, and then from the +picture to her.</p> + +<p>The light of some quick intuition spread over her face, and +she thrust her hand into her cape pocket and drew out a small +gold locket, which she opened and looked at intently, and then +from the face of the man to the face of the woman. Mr. Sterling +saw the locket.</p> + +<p>"What are you looking at, child?" he almost shrieked.</p> + +<p>"My mother and father," she said.</p> + +<p>He caught the locket out of her hand.</p> + +<p>"There, there," he cried, pointing to the painting; "there is +the same picture, it is the picture of the only one I ever loved, +the one now in heaven, and you are her living image. In +God's name, tell me, child, what is your name."</p> + +<p>"My name is Fanny," she said, "Fanny Jones; sometimes +they call me 'Fanny Sterling.' Mary Sterling was my——"</p> + +<p>She never finished the sentence. With a cry of joy he caught +her in his arms, sobbing and laughing; "My child, my child, my +own little girl; found, found at last!"</p> + +<p>Johnny at this amazing outburst had come up as if to protect +his sister, and as Mr. Sterling saw him he cried, "And is this your +brother, the baby I left never to see again till now?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Sterling sat down and drew Johnny up to him. "A rough, +hearty, honest farmer boy," he said; "I can not realize that after +an endless search, you have been sent to me in such a strange +manner."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page226" id="page226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Sterling overcome with his emotion, buried his face in his +hands, and Fanny kneeling by his side, looked <ins class="correction" title="original: wisfully">wistfully</ins> at him, not +knowing what to think or do. Mr. Warner, in answer to the call, +had come to the door and witnessed the whole scene. He could +not understand it, and his astonishment rendered him speechless. +At last without moving from his place at the door, he said: +"What can this mean, may I ask? It is a mystery to me."</p> + +<p>"My children," was all Mr. Sterling could say.</p> + +<p>Her mission there suddenly came back to Fanny. She sprang +to her feet and cried: "Oh! Mr. Warner, my grandpa is in +trouble. You told us to call on you if we needed assistance in +anything. He is in the police station as a result of our acquaintance +with that man on the train. I came for you to go with us +and see what you could do to help us out."</p> + +<p>Everything was soon explained to them all; the cab that +brought John and Fanny there was dismissed, and Mr. Sterling's +carriage was soon speeding them all to the fastest train for the +Fair grounds. At the police station half an hour later there was +sorrow turned to joy, and a meeting that was too happy to be told. +Uncle was released on bail to appear the next afternoon to answer +to the charges, and there was a reunion at the hotel in another +hour, when every past ill was forever buried in the pleasure of the +present and the promise of the future. The next morning Mr. +Sterling's house was made their abiding place, and Fanny became +queen of his home.</p> + +<p>That afternoon Uncle was in the police court awaiting his +accusers. The judge called the case, but the witnesses were not +there. Their names were called, but no one answered. Just +then two boys came rushing into the room.</p> + +<p>"Hold up, yer honnur," said one, "de persecution will soon +arrive. I've been after 'em, an' I got 'em. I see 'em doin' de + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page227" id="page227">[Pg 227]</a></span> + +robbin', and' I found a policeman whut had sense enuf to take +'em in. See!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 370px;"> +<img src="images/image65.jpg" width="370" height="321" alt="image65" title="Illustration" /> +<span class="caption">"LOUIS CAME IN DANCING WITH EXCITEMENT BEFORE THE BURLY POLICEMAN WITH HIS TWO WARDS."</span> +</div> + +<p>The irrepressible Louis had hardly ceased speaking when a +burly policeman entered with the two confidence men who had +attempted so perseveringly to get Uncle's money. Behind them +came the man they had just been trying to rob. Johnny and +Louis had seen them talking to a countryman, and, divining what +was intended, followed them as they tolled him away to a place +where they could accomplish the robbery. They found a policeman +on the way, who took in the situation and assisted the boys +to catch the fellows in the act.</p> + +<p>Uncle's case was dismissed, and Louis succeeded in seeing +the crooks given a chance to learn an honest trade at Joliet.</p> + +<p>Sight-seeing as a business now gave over to a new order of +things. The change was almost beyond what a dream could be. +Before the C. C. of C. C. returned home there was a social +gathering at Fanny's new <ins class="correction" title="original: full stop missing">home.</ins> Johnny had one young friend +present and Fanny had five. Mr. Warner had often noticed that +Louis was a very reliable boy, and Mr. Sterling gave him a good +position in his store. Uncle and Aunt could not part with their +children, and Johnny was so thoroughly a farmer that there could +be no thought of him doing anything else; therefore, it was +decided that Uncle's Jerseys should be removed to Mr. Sterling's +farm, half an hour's ride from the city, and that Johnny +should have charge of them there. Soon after, Uncle and Aunt +sold their farm and henceforth lived as they pleased with Johnny +and the Jerseys, or with Fanny in her happy city home. Mr. +Warner is trying to win the approval of Fanny to some of his +plans of happy life, and John and Louis believe they are more +than kindly remembered by two of those bright girls known as +the C. C. of C. C.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Here we may leave Uncle Jeremiah and family to the good of +domestic contentment and to the well-earned peace of having +lived life well. 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