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
The best time to do this would be in the spring, because then the
kingdom of the glaciers is most beautiful, and the spirit of a
glorious new world, just waking up, is abroad everywhere. The glaciers
themselves seem to feel so good about it that they start to sing. And
like the birds, their joyous springtime mood responds to the quick
changes of sun and shade. In our own land when the sky grows cloudy,
even for a short time as you may have noticed, birds stop singing.
Then when the sky clears they start up again. But, up here in the Alps
in the spring when the birds are singing among the mountain meadows,
the glaciers, at whose feet these meadows lie, do the very same thing.
The songs of the birds are various, and the song of the same bird will
differ at different times of day, but the song of the glacier is always
the same--a pleasant dreamy tune between the murmur of little voices
and the tinkle of distant bells.
The very rocks that the glacier carries on its back seem to catch the
spirit of the springtime; for, when the weather is bright, they go
strolling. And when they do they remind us a little of that painting
by Franz Hals, "The Laughing Cavalier," for they apparently wear a big
broad-brimmed hat cocked jauntily on one side.
[Illustration: UP WHERE THE GLACIERS GROW
Here we are, looking down on the roof of the Alps--from a
flying-machine, let us say. The sky-line used to be more like the
ridge of a house, straight across. In the course of the ages the
glaciers and the weather have cut down the softer rock, leaving
those peaks. At the top are the snow-fields. Farther down the
glaciers begin to form. Still farther down, where the glaciers have
begun to melt, you can see a stream--its waters have taken white in
the picture because of the foam and the ground-up rock in it called
"rock flour"--falling into the woods below, the "timber line"
of your geography. Ruskin has a wonderful word-picture of these
mountain streams in his "Modern Painters." The index of any edition
will tell you where.
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