The Foot-prints of the Creator : $b or, The Asterolepis of Stromness
John Stuart Mill · en
The olive leaf which the dove brought to Noah established at least three
important facts, and indicated a few more. It showed most conclusively
that there was dry land, that there were olive trees, and that the
climate of the surrounding region, whatever change it might have
undergone, was still favorable to the development of vegetable life.
And, further, it might be very safely inferred from it, that if olive
trees had survived, other trees and plants must have survived also; and
that the dark muddy prominences round which the ebbing currents were fast
sweeping to lower levels, would soon present, as in antediluvian times,
their coverings of cheerful green. The olive leaf spoke not of merely
a partial, but of a general vegetation. Now, the coniferous lignite of
the Lower Old Red Sandstone we find charged, like the olive leaf, with
a various and singularly interesting evidence. It is something to know,
that in the times of the _Coccosteus_ and _Asterolepis_ there existed dry
land, and that that land wore, as at after periods, its soft, gay mantle
of green. It is something also to know, that the verdant tint was not
owing to a profuse development of the mere immaturities of the vegetable
kingdom,—crisp, slow-growing lichens, or watery spore-propagated fungi
that shoot up to their full size in a night,—nor even to an abundance
of the more highly organized families of the liverworts and the mosses.
These may have abounded then, as now; though we have not a shadow of
evidence that they did. But while we have no proof whatever of _their_
existence, we have conclusive proof that there existed orders and
families of a rank far above them. On the dry land of the Lower Old
Red Sandstone, on which, according to the theory of Adolphe Brogniart,
nothing higher than a lichen or a moss could have been expected, the
ship-carpenter might have hopefully taken axe in hand, to explore the
woods for some such stately pine as the one described by Milton,—
“Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast
Of some great admiral.”