Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the ShoreKingsley, Charles
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Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore
Kingsley, Charles
Natural history -- Juvenile literature; Seashore biology -- Juvenile literature
It is a hole in the earth. True, but how was the hole made? There must
have been huge forces at work to form such a chasm. Probably the
mountain was actually opened from within by an earthquake; and when the
strata fell together again, the portion at either end of the chasm, being
perhaps crushed together with greater force, remained higher than the
centre, and so the water lodged between them. Perhaps it was formed
thus. You will at least agree that its formation must have been a grand
sight enough, and one during which a spectator would have had some
difficulty in keeping his footing.
And when you learn that this convulsion probably took plus at the bottom
of an ocean hundreds of thousands of years ago, you have at least a few
thoughts over which to ruminate, which will make you at once too busy to
grumble, and ashamed to grumble.
Yet, after all, I hardly think the lake was formed in this way, and
suspect that it may have been dry for ages after it emerged from the
primeval waves, and Snowdonia was a palm-fringed island in a tropic sea.
Let us look the place over more fully.
You see the lake is nearly circular; on the side where we stand the
pebbly beach is not six feet above the water, and slopes away steeply
into the valley behind us, while before us it shelves gradually into the
lake; forty yards out, as you know, there is not ten feet water; and then
a steep bank, the edge whereof we and the big trout know well, sinks
suddenly to unknown depths. On the opposite side, that flat-topped wall
of rock towers up shoreless into the sky, seven hundred feet
perpendicular; the deepest water of all we know is at its very foot.
Right and left, two shoulders of down slope into the lake. Now turn
round and look down the gorge. Remark that this pebble bank on which we
stand reaches some fifty yards downward: you see the loose stones peeping
out everywhere. We may fairly suppose that we stand on a dam of loose
stones, a hundred feet deep.
But why loose stones?—and if so, what matter? and what wonder? There are
rocks cropping out everywhere down the hill-side.
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