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Identifier: chicago00chatrich (find matches)
Title: Chicago
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Chatfield-Taylor, H. C. (Hobart Chatfield), 1865-1945 Hornby, Lester George, b. 1882, ill
Subjects: Chicago (Ill.) -- Description and travel Chicago (Ill.) -- History
Publisher: Boston New York : Houghton Mifflin Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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s and fill to the evening breeze;the tugboat whistles in token of farewell; 19 Chicago another vessel has been added to the grainfleet whose sails dot the blue horizon asfar as the eye can see. Those days of the rivers glory are ended,for now the huge steamers of heartless rail-way corporations crawl past our basculebridges at night, with their siren whistlesshrilling above the nerve-wracking clatterof automobile horns and trolley gongs.Occasionally, however, a weather-beaten lumber hooker, loaded to her guardswith sweet-smelHng pine, steals into theriver at dusk. The waves have batteredmost of her paint away, and her sooty oldsails are patched in many places; yet tome she is a thing of beauty, and as sheis towed past the bridge where I stand, Idoff my hat to her in memory of the trimbarkentines and schooners of my youth.They lie, alas, in Davy Joness locker orare rotting at some remote wharf, wherethe small boys of the neighborhood know 20 I^he Canon of ^incy Street from Fifth Avenue
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The River of the Portage too little of Marryat and Cooper to playmy boyhood games of pirate and man-o-wars-man upon their warped and pitch-less decks. Though a forest of slender masts nolonger rises from our river, and the woodenwarehouses and elevators upon its bankshave been replaced by huge structures ofsteel and brick, it is still beautiful. Yes, Irepeat the word boldly, for I met GariMelchiors and Walter McEwen on theRush Street Bridge one day, gazing at thewhite steamers and the grimy buildingsveiled in the evening mist. The mostbeautiful thing in all Chicago is the river,exclaimed one of these painters. Alas,sighed the other, only Whistler could doit justice. To an art-loving citizen of our cityWhistler himself once said: Chicago,dear me, what a wonderful place ! I reallyought to visit it some day, for you know 21 Chicago my grandfather founded it and my unclewas the last commander of Fort Dear-born ! Had he deigned to visit the siteof the frontier post his grandfather builtsca

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