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FRESWICK BRIDGE. 



that I had left, I paused on one of the rising mounds of 

 boulder clay heath-clad and fern-decked and looked 

 around me. I endeavoured to grasp, at one glance, the 

 extent and the amount of the formation. It was too 

 much. The organic remains that the mass contained are 

 immense. Arithmetic is powerful ; but it fails here : it 

 can give no idea of the tons of clay, boulders, stones, and 



shells, that have been deposited throughout the extent of 

 country that lies between here and Dunnet Bay ! " 



In a future letter to Hugh Miller, Dick gives the 

 conclusion of his journey to Freswick. He begins : 



" The whole universe is set to music ! It is har- 

 monious. There is, in truth, no jarring, no discord! 

 None whatever ! And when man thinks that he dis- 

 covers a want of harmony, the fault is in himself. It 



