108 THE OLD RED SANDSTONE. 
exhilarate and interest: I wrought on till the advancing tide 
came splashing over the nodules, and a powerful August sun 
had risen towards the middle sky; and were I to sum up all 
my happier hours, the hour would not be forgotten in which 
I sat down on a rounded boulder of granite, by the edge of 
the sea, when the last bed was covered, and spread out on the 
beach before me the spoils of the morning. 
