HISTORY OF DERRYFIELD. 1 5 



Our own century beholds Earth, as if newly-awakened from 

 a dream ; draped in beautiful orarments, she has striven to hide 

 the scars of her terrific struggle for life. Time has obliterated 

 much ; but there still remain records of an age that is past, and 

 the clear eye of science — the vision of him who seeks to know 

 — may still see the ancient ice-cap moving majestically over the 

 spruce and fir-clad hills of our own horthland. 



In the tremor of forgotten earthquakes and the outburst of 

 crater fires ; in the fall of dew and the music of rain ; in waiting 

 flakes of snow or crystals of frost ; in the quiet creep of glaciers 

 or the rush of enfranchised waters we recognize the play of the 

 old terrestrial forces by which the frame-work of our Earth has 

 been evolved. 



