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ascertained, until the learned have no hesitation in deciding that 

 the mysterious Long Island boulder originally belonged near 

 West Point ; and, if human power could carry back this 

 truant mountain fragment, human ingenuity would be in no 

 way taxed to piece it on to its parent cliff as neatly as one 

 could fit a bit of china clipped from the edge of a tea-cup 

 yesterday. We know not whether these learned gentlemen 

 make ice or fire the motive power, or rely only upon the im- 

 proved water carriage of a deluge for their agent in this long 

 conveyance of a naked crag to the ocean border : one thing is 

 certain, however, we have now no traces of how or where this 

 unwonted tourist passed over the country. Not so, however, 

 with Pollipell's Island ! originally, a crest of one of the High- 

 lands there is not only a mountain lake, (into which by the way 

 it will be found, by measurement, to fit as nicely as a peanut in its 

 shell,) there is not only this mountain tarn on the summit of 

 the hill from which it was plucked, but its rasped pathway down 

 the mountain, which from its barren yawning aspect, bears the 

 name of " Hungry Hollow," is plainly visible to this day. 



The Physiologist must determine the period at which that 

 vast lake, once dammed in by these Highlands — traces of whose 

 western border are still plainly visible along the terraced edges 

 of the Shawungunk mountains — the Physiologist must trace the 

 period when it burst its southern barrier, and swept through the 

 pass of West Point to meet and commingle with the ocean 

 tides. The Poet, mindful only of so grand a convulsion, sur- 

 veys the enormous remains of gigantic animals, dug out from 



