120 SUMMER IN A BOG. 



and at this point, beyond its shallow bed, a pic- 

 turesque wooded hill rises abruptly to the right. 



Passing the narrow footpath leading to the 

 almost precipitous summit, and continuing 

 along the bank of the stream, great boulders of 

 that peculiarly hard, red granite found in the 

 glacial channels may be observed. Arriving 

 at the high-road which has been cut through the 

 side of a shaley hill, we cross over into a field 

 where, again, the hills begin to tower above us, 

 but to the left. 



Among the undergrowths here may be seen 

 the wild gooseberry in profusion, as well as the 

 amelanehier, or ' ' service berry. ' ' Ferns thickly 

 cover the slopes. Soon a point is reached 

 where on either hand rise sheer, precipitous 

 walls, as if the great hill had been rent asunder 

 by seismic action, although in reality it was 

 probably nothing more than the steady washing 

 of the waters of the Branch, which in times of 

 freshet are greatly increased in volume and 

 violence of action. 



On these perpendicular walls the stony se- 

 crets of the hills are revealed. Flattened 

 spheres of rusty-colored stone, from a few 

 inches to twelve feet or more in diameter, are 

 exposed to view. Some of these spheres have 

 fallen to the bed of the stream and are broken 

 in fragments. Some have been cleft by the 



