XII 



Speaking of Rocks 



IN hoeing you sometimes strike a 

 stone. I always went after these. 

 Firstly, to get them out of the way of 

 the rootlets of the growing plants, and 

 secondly to examine the rock itself, 

 always hoping to find something inter- 

 esting; something that looked as if it 

 might have had a history. I have 

 always been attracted by natural ob- 

 jects that I thought might tell great 

 tales had they the power of speech. 

 But in the gardens of my youth I do 

 not remember ever finding more than 

 one arrowhead, and no rocks of special 

 interest except a few that showed 

 curious forms that I now know were 

 due to the grinding power of glaciers, 

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