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Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore
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Charles Kingsley
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But
why
loose
stones?—
and
if
so,
what
matter?
and
what
wonder?
There
are
rocks
cropping
out
everywhere
down
the
hill-side.
Because
if
you
will
take
up
one
of
these
stones
and
crack
it
across,
you
will
see
that
it
is
not
of
the
same
stuff
as
those
said
rocks.
Step
into
the
next
field
and
see.
That
rock
is
the
common
Snowdon
slate,
which
we
see
everywhere.
The
two
shoulders
of
down,
right
and
left,
are
slate,
too;
you
can
see
that
at
a
glance.
But
the
stones
of
the
pebble
bank
are
a
close-grained,
yellow-spotted
rock.
They
are
Syenite;
and
(you
may
believe
me
or
not,
as
you
will)
they
were
once
upon
a
time
in
the
condition
of
a
hasty
pudding
heated
to
some
800
degrees
of
Fahrenheit,
and
in
that
condition
shoved
their
way
up
somewhere
or
other
through
these
slates.
But
where?
whence
on
earth
did
these
Syenite
pebbles
come?
Let
us
walk
round
to
the
cliff
on
the
opposite
side
and
see.
It
is
worth
while;
for
even
if
my
guess
be
wrong,
there
is
good
spinning
with
a
brass
minnow
round
the
angles
of
the
rocks.
Now
see.
Between
the
cliff-foot
and
the
sloping
down
is
a
crack,
ending
in
a
gully;
the
nearer
side
is
of
slate,
and
the
further
side,
the
cliff
itself,
is—
why,
the
whole
cliff
is
composed
of
the
very
same
stone
as
the
pebble
ridge.
Now,
my
good
friend,
how
did
these
pebbles
get
three
hundred
yards
across
the
lake?
Hundreds
of
tons,
some
of
them
three
feet
long:
who
carried
them
across?
The
old
Cymry
were
not
likely
to
amuse
themselves
by
making
such
a
breakwater
up
here
in
No-man’s-land,
two
thousand
feet
above
the
sea:
but
somebody
or
something
must
have
carried
them;
for
stones
do
not
fly,
nor
swim
either.
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