The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-02-08
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TILLY'S LESSON IN GEOLOGY.
From the Little Corporal.

From the Little Corporal.
Tillv sat on the old door-stone with
her two precious pebbles in her hands
They were smooth, and white and glis-
tening, and came from the shore of that
wonderful ocean that lilly always
dreamed about, but never had seen. The
Stone Professor himself, brought the
pebbles to lilly, and, when he leaned
out of the window, and saw the little
maiden holding them against her round
red cheeks, he smiled little TO him
self, and came and sat down by her,
while lilly looked shy and glad, but
didn't speak a word.
"You like them, do you ?" said the
Stone Professor, "well, I'll tell you a
story about them"
Many, many years ago, lilly, long be-
fore either you or | were born, each one
of these little pebbles was q rough piece
of stone that had crumbled off from some
great rosk, and it fell into the water
somewhere, perhaps it was a great ocean,
or may be only q river, but it lay IN some
place, where the waves washed over it
and rolled itabout, and very slowly these,
waves wore off the corners aud sharp
edges, and very slowly the rough stone
grew smooth. If you had looked at it
one May-day, and not seen it again till
the next May-day came, I suppose you
would hardly have noticed any change,
but it was Just little different; every
spring it came out smoother than 1t was
the year before, till, after great while,
all the rough part was gone, ana what
was left was this beautiful round peb
BILE"
lilly handled over the Swo she was
holding, while the Stone Professor talked
and tried to make believe they looked as
he said they uee to, but it was hard work
to think that any thing so soft as water
could have worn off such hard stone.
"And this is another treasure, l sup
pose, said the professor, picking upa piece
of pudding stone that peeped from the
ruf1ed pocket of Tilly'S apron "maybe
you think this stoae was made so ; but it
was net Once upon time, a little pile
o. gravel stones lay in a hollow all by
themselves There came great run and
washed some soft, sticky mud down and
covered them all up it squeezed itself in
among the little stones, and filled every
creVics then when the rain was over,
the sun shone on It, and baked it hard
and afterwards it got covered up under
sand, and earth, and stones, and there 1t
lay, growing harder al the time, till the
mud was dark brown stone still, when
some one was digging there one day,
found this brown stone all full of little
stones, that look like the rasins in your
grandma's Thanksgiving pudding; and
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TillY laid down her pebbles and exam
ined Der queer little bit of pudding
stone, and then laid all these in a straight
row on the door stone They were very
precious in her eyes, and she was just
making up her nind to put them in her
cabinet and lautl them gems" as she
had seen some precious things in the
professors cabinet labeled. But just
then the professor went on:
Here's this rough, cid door stone
Tilly all the scrubbing and securing in
the world could never make It smooth
and white like that one over the way
But, do you zee these queer marks ia it
just such marks as the geese make In the
mud along the edge OF the gutter only
ever and ever so much larger? See, here
is one, and here is another regular bird
tracks,"
"Why, so they are," said lilly, getting
dewn on her knees and laying her club
by fingers in the marks.
"And, once upon time-you see it's
just like a fairy stOrg-once upon time,
this old door stone wasn't stone at all, but
just mud, stiff, gray mud, and a great
bird came stalking along, and left his
footprints in it. And the sun dried the
mud, and there the tracks were and
the sand blew over them and covered
them up, and at last the gray mud itself
turned int stone. 1t was great many
years about it and, in the meantime, the
big bird and all its relations had utterly
disappeared, SO that when at last men
dug up the stone, and saw the curious
tracts, they could only guess how the bird
locked that made them. Just think, lit
tie lilly, the bird that walked over this
Rtene may have died long before Adam
was made"
That was long speech for the stone
professor, but Tiliy seemed to like it.
wonder if you will"
Among the many stories told by Baron
Munchausen was musical one. He was
travelling one aight with party. 1t
was bitterly cello. Thekpostilion, as the