SCIENTIFIC FAITH 



doubt our eyes; we know the rains did it. But when 

 we see the same thing copied in a broad landscape, 

 or on the face of a state or a continent, we find it 

 hard to believe the evidence of our own senses. The 

 scale upon which it is done, and the time involved, 

 put it so far beyond the sphere of our experience 

 that something in us, probably the practical, every 

 day man, refuses to be convinced. 



The lay mind can hardly have any adequate con 

 ception of the part erosion, the simple weathering 

 of the rocks, has played in shaping our landscapes, 

 and in preparing the earth for the abode of man. 

 The changes in the surface of the land in one s life 

 time, or even in the historic period, are so slight 

 that the tales the geologists tell us are incredible. 



When, during a recent trip through the great 

 Southwest, I saw the earth laid open by erosion as 

 I had never before dreamed of, especially when I 

 visited those halls of the gods, the Grand Canon 

 and Yosemite Valley, I found my capacity to believe 

 in the erosive power of water and the weather quite 

 overtaxed. It must be true, I said, what the geol 

 ogists tell us, that water and air did all this; but 

 while you look and wait, and while generations 

 before you have looked and waited, all is as quiet 

 and passive as if the slumber of ages wrapped hill 

 and vale. Invisible giants have wrought and delved 

 here of whom we never catch a glimpse, nor shall we, 

 wait and watch we never so long. No sound of their 

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