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They
were
nearing
Chicago
.
Signs
were
everywhere
numerous
.
Trains
flashed
by
them
.
Across
wide
stretches
of
flat
,
open
prairie
they
could
see
lines
of
telegraph
poles
stalking
across
the
fields
toward
the
great
city
.
Far
away
were
indications
of
suburban
towns
,
some
big
smokestacks
towering
high
in
the
air
.
Frequently
there
were
two
-
story
frame
houses
standing
out
in
the
open
fields
,
without
fence
or
trees
,
lone
outposts
of
the
approaching
army
of
homes
.
To
the
child
,
the
genius
with
imagination
,
or
the
wholly
untravelled
,
the
approach
to
a
great
city
for
the
first
time
is
a
wonderful
thing
.
Particularly
if
it
be
evening
—
that
mystic
period
between
the
glare
and
gloom
of
the
world
when
life
is
changing
from
one
sphere
or
condition
to
another
.
Ah
,
the
promise
of
the
night
.
What
does
it
not
hold
for
the
weary
!
What
old
illusion
of
hope
is
not
here
forever
repeated
!
Says
the
soul
of
the
toiler
to
itself
,
“
I
shall
soon
be
free
.
I
shall
be
in
the
ways
and
the
hosts
of
the
merry
.
The
streets
,
the
lamps
,
the
lighted
chamber
set
for
dining
,
are
for
me
.
The
theatre
,
the
halls
,
the
parties
,
the
ways
of
rest
and
the
paths
of
song
—
these
are
mine
in
the
night
.
”
Though
all
humanity
be
still
enclosed
in
the
shops
,
the
thrill
runs
abroad
.
It
is
in
the
air
.
The
dullest
feel
something
which
they
may
not
always
express
or
describe
.
It
is
the
lifting
of
the
burden
of
toil
.
Sister
Carrie
gazed
out
of
the
window
.
Her
companion
,
affected
by
her
wonder
,
so
contagious
are
all
things
,
felt
anew
some
interest
in
the
city
and
pointed
out
its
marvels
.
“
This
is
Northwest
Chicago
,
”
said
Drouet
.
“
This
is
the
Chicago
River
,
”
and
he
pointed
to
a
little
muddy
creek
,
crowded
with
the
huge
masted
wanderers
from
far
-
off
waters
nosing
the
black
-
posted
banks
.
With
a
puff
,
a
clang
,
and
a
clatter
of
rails
it
was
gone
.
“
Chicago
is
getting
to
be
a
great
town
,
”
he
went
on
.
“
It
’
s
a
wonder
.
You
’
ll
find
lots
to
see
here
.
”
She
did
not
hear
this
very
well
.
Her
heart
was
troubled
by
a
kind
of
terror
.
The
fact
that
she
was
alone
,
away
from
home
,
rushing
into
a
great
sea
of
life
and
endeavour
,
began
to
tell
.
She
could
not
help
but
feel
a
little
choked
for
breath
—
a
little
sick
as
her
heart
beat
so
fast
.
She
half
closed
her
eyes
and
tried
to
think
it
was
nothing
,
that
Columbia
City
was
only
a
little
way
off
.
“
Chicago
!
Chicago
!
”
called
the
brakeman
,
slamming
open
the
door
.
They
were
rushing
into
a
more
crowded
yard
,
alive
with
the
clatter
and
clang
of
life
.
She
began
to
gather
up
her
poor
little
grip
and
closed
her
hand
firmly
upon
her
purse
.
Drouet
arose
,
kicked
his
legs
to
straighten
his
trousers
,
and
seized
his
clean
yellow
grip
.
“
I
suppose
your
people
will
be
here
to
meet
you
?
”
he
said
.
“
Let
me
carry
your
grip
.
”
