The Strange Adventures of a PebbleHawksworth, Hallam
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The Strange Adventures of a Pebble
Hawksworth, Hallam
Geology -- Juvenile literature; Physical geography -- Juvenile literature
But do you know who was at the bottom of it all? Mother! All the things
that men have done in the development of national life, with its arts
and industries, everything we call civilization, grew out of the life
and industry of the home, and it was mother who finally made the home.
The mother idea came into the world with the first seed that ever
started out to make its own way; for the mother plant had provided it
with food enough to keep it going until it could get well-established
in business. But the kind of mothers we know, mothers who stay with
their babies and feed them, came very late in the long story of life.
In the early days the world was not only without flowers and birds
and the beautiful trees and varied landscapes we know, but it was
motherless, in the sense that we understand mothers. In the lowest
forms of life, such as the insects, the mothers and children never
saw each other at all; for among the insects just as it is to-day the
mother simply laid the eggs and then, before the little insects were
born, passed away. Even among the fish, who are much closer relations
of ours than the insects--since fish belong to the great brotherhood
of the backbone--the sense of motherhood doesn't get beyond looking
after the eggs. So with the next higher group to which the frogs
belong; and the next, the reptiles. Only with the birds, the next group
above the reptiles, do we begin to see what motherhood means. Then at
the very top of the list come the class of animals whose very name has
"mamma" in it; the "mammalia." Among these, even outside the human
race, we find very striking examples of family love and devotion. The
gorillas, for instance, although they haven't what one would call an
attractive face, are good to their folks. Not only does Mamma Gorilla
nurse her babies and carry them in her arms much as a human mother
does, and fight and die for them, but a famous African traveller tells
of a Mamma Gorilla who stayed safe with the babies in their humble home
of sticks in the fork of a tree while Papa Gorilla sat all night at the
foot of it, with his back against the trunk, to protect them from a
leopard that had been seen prowling around.
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