The Plaisance was thronging with bright, happy faces. Orientals mingled with the people from all the States. Our trio stopped at the Indian Village, and thence went to the Dahomey Village. All the world seemed to be at home, and prosperous, happy, and hospitable. Here were Austrian houses; yonder Chinese pavilions, like golden air. Along one side of the avenue ran a sleighing track, where swift sleighs glided over a snow-scene under the burning sun. Here was the Roman Village; yonder the Tower of Babel loomed over the whole. Here was a Moorish palace, yonder Dutch settlements; here an ostrich farm, there Asian and African bazaars, and mid these neighboring families of the world, a glory of mosques and minarets. [Illustration: FERRIS WHEEL.] [Illustration: CAPTIVE BALLOON.] The trio hurried on towards the gleaming minarets, the captive balloon, and the Ferris Wheel. They stopped at the Ferris Wheel, and looked up into the air. “That is the greatest merry-go-round in all the world,” said a clever-looking visitor. “Let us go over,” said young Ephraim to his father. “Had we better go over now, or had we better wait until another day?” [Illustration: 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. [Illustration: ORIENTAL WEDDING PROCESSION.] [Illustration: HAGENBACK’S MUSEUM.] “We shall see the whole earth soon,” said Grandfather Marlowe. But no—the car was descending, and Chicago, the White City, and the Lake and the merry Plaisance, all came back again. They went over a second time. The stranger was right,—it was the greatest merry-go-round in all the world. As they passed the wheel the wonders grew. They stopped to see the Hagenback menageries, or animal shows. In the arena was a lion that drove a chariot and rode on horseback. Grandfather Marlowe said that he disapproved of all such “doin’s;” but his opinion grew out of sympathy for the horse.