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16 GLAUCUS ; OR, 
story? Yon smooth and rounded surface of rock, 
polished, remark, across the strata and against the 
grain ; and furrowed here and there, as if by iron 
talons, with long parallel scratches. It was the 
crawling of a glacier which polished that rock-face ; 
the stones fallen from Snowdon peak into the half- 
liquid lake of ice above, which ploughed those 
furrows. Aions and eons ago, before the time when - 
Adam first 
‘* Embraced his Eve in happy hour, 
And every bird in Eden burst 
In carol, every bud in flower,” 
those marks were there; the records of the “ Age 
of ice;” slight, truly; to be effaced by the next 
farmer who needs to build a wall; but unmistake- 
able, boundless in significance, like Crusoe’s one 
savage footprint on the sea-shore; and the natu- 
alist acknowledges the finger-mark of God, and 
wonders, and worships. 
Happy, especially, is the sportsman who is also 
a naturalist : for as he roves in pursuit of his game, 
over hills or up the beds of streams where no one 
