RAMBLES OP A GEOLOGIST. 243 



in the style in which Zachary Boyd sings " Pharaoh and the 

 Pascal." And as it is wrong to leave the beast of even an 

 enemy in the ditch, however long its ears, I must just try 

 and set it on its legs. Would it not run better thus ? 



" Tobacco and whisky cost siller, 



An' meal is but scanty at bame ; 

 But gang to the stane-mason M r," 



He'll pang wi' icbth'olites your wame, 

 "WT fish! I as Agassiz has ca'd 'em, 



In Greek, like themsel's, hard an' odd, 

 That were baked in stane pies afore Adam 



Gaed names to the haddocks and cod. 



Bad enough as rhyme, I suspect ; but conclusive as evidence 

 to prove that the animal spirits, under the influence of the 

 bracing walk, the fine day, and the agreeable rencounter 

 at the fish-beds, not forgetting the half-gill bumper, had 

 mounted very considerably above their ordinary level at the 

 editorial desk. 



The raised beach may be found on the slopes of a grass- 

 covered eminence, once the site of an ancient hill-fort, and 

 which still exhibits, along the rim-like edge of the flat area 

 atop, scattered fragments of the vitrified walls. A general 

 covering of turf restricted my examination of the shells to 

 one point, where a landslip on a small scale had laid the de- 

 posit bare ; but I at least saw enough to convince me that 

 the debris of the shell-fish used of old as food by the garri- 

 son had not been mistaken for the remains of a raised beach, 

 a mistake which in other localities has occurred, I have 

 reason to believe, oftener than once. The shells, some ef them 

 exceedingly minute, and not of edible species, occur in layers 

 in a siliceous stratified sand, overlaid by a bed of bluish- 

 coloured silt. I picked out of the sand two entire specimens 

 of a full-grown Fusus, little more than half an inch in length, 

 the Fusus lurricola ; and the greater number of the frag- 

 ments that lay bleaching at the foot of the broken slope, in 



