LOOKING SOUTHEAST FROM THE FERRIS WHEEL.
“Now,” said young Ephraim.
“Now,” said his grandfather. “I always wanted to see the world, and I shall when I circle sky in those hanging cars.”
The trio entered one of the cars, and sat down in the chairs.
“It is just like a room,” said old Mr. Marlowe. “I do believe that we are moving up.”
Slowly the earth began, as it seemed, to descend, and they found themselves in the air. The horizon grew; the great blue lake, the White City in dazzling whiteness, moved into view, and then sank downward; the smoky city of Chicago rose, and fell into the shadows. Slowly, slowly the car moved up towards the sky.
ORIENTAL WEDDING PROCESSION.
HAGENBACK’S MUSEUM.