This Then is Upland Pastures: Being some out-door essays dealing with the beautiful things that the spring and summer bringKnapp, Adeline
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This Then is Upland Pastures: Being some out-door essays dealing with the beautiful things that the spring and summer bring
Knapp, Adeline
American essays -- 19th century; Natural history -- Outdoor books
In fact, the queer, witchy little things have a number of names:
candle-rush, scouring-rush, horsetail, and their own proper appellation,
equisetum. I have gathered a number of the little trees and they lie
side by side in my palm while my mind tries to recall a few of the facts
that go to make up the plant’s wonderful history. Our grandmothers used
to strew their floors with it, that no careless tread might soil the
snowy boards. They used it, as well, for scouring, hence its name. Those
who seek correspondences between the natural and physical kingdoms find
the rush an emblem of cleansing, and this is precisely the office which,
since earliest creation, it has filled for the world. For our
scouring-rush was not always the puny, insignificant thing we see it. It
belongs to the carboniferous age. It has nothing to do with our modern
civilization. It had reached its highest perfection and entered upon its
downward career before man appeared on the earth. Its progenitors
flourished with the giant ferns, the great, rank mosses, and all the
rest of the carbon-storing vegetation. A mighty tree was our little rush
in those days, growing several hundred feet tall and spreading out its
huge whorls of branches in every direction. So we find it today, in the
anthracite beds of the eastern slope. What happened to it that we should
know it, living, as this degenerate creature of the bog?
In the carboniferous age the air surrounding the earth was much warmer
than at present, warmer than we find it in the tropics. The great mass
which constitutes this globe was not yet cool enough to support any very
high forms of life. There were no trees, as we now understand the word,
and there was very little animal life. Beetles crawled about, spiders
and scorpions, and salamanders big as alligators, but there were no
mammals, no birds ❧ The world was in twilight, reeking with moisture,
steaming in the warm air which it filled with all sorts of noxious
gases. It rained aquafortis and brimstone, and the sweating earth sent
these up again in deadly fog-banks of poisonous vapor ❧
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