The Old Red Sandstone; or, New Walks in an Old Field — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Old Red Sandstone; or, New Walks in an Old Field
John Stuart Mill · en
Directly in the gorge of the ravine, where we may see the partially
wooded banks receding as they ascend from the base to the centre,
and then bellying over from the centre to the summit, there is a
fine chalybeate spring, surmounted by a dome of hewn stone. It was
discovered by the miners when in quest of the mineral which they did
not and could not discover, and forms one of the finest specimens of
a true Artesian well which I have any where seen. They had bored to
a considerable depth, when, on withdrawing the kind of auger used
for the purpose, a bolt of water, which occupied the whole diameter
of the bore, came rushing after, like the jet of a fountain, and
the work was prosecuted no further; for, as steam-engines were not
yet invented, no pit could have been wrought with so large a stream
issuing into it; and as the volume was evidently restricted by the
size of the bore, it was impossible to say how much greater a stream
the source might have supplied. The spring still continues to flow
towards the sea, between its double row of cresses, at the rate of
about a hogshead per minute--a rate considerably diminished, it is
said, from its earlier volume, by some obstruction in the bore.
The waters are not strongly tinctured--a consequence, perhaps, of
their great abundance; but we may see every pebble and stock in
their course enveloped by a ferruginous coagulum, resembling burnt
sienna, that has probably been disengaged from the dark red sandstone
below, which is known to owe its color to the oxide of iron. A Greek
poet would probably have described the incident as the birth of the
Naiad; in the north, however, which, in an earlier age, had also
its Naiads, though, like the fish of the Old Red Sandstone, they
have long since become extinct, the recollection of it is merely
preserved by tradition, as a curious, though by no means poetical
fact, and by the name of the well, which is still known as the well
of the _coal-heugh_--the old Scotch name for a coal-pit. Calderwood
tells us, in his description of a violent tempest which burst out
immediately as his persecutor, James VI., breathed his last, that in
Scotland the sea rose high upon the land, and that many "coal-heughs
were drowned."