Amador ledger., 1902-07-04
BOTTLED SUNSHINE.
NATURES GREAT FACTORY IN WHICH
is PRODUCED COAL.

thousand years. will let you know
that in my time have seen such sights
as would make you gasp in astonish-
ment. Once, in untold ages past, long
before man had appeared ON this old
world, l was alive. Yes. the dirty old
piece of coal was living thing in those
dim. distant ages. A thing of beauty.
too-a thing to be admired. I was a
fern. Not such paltry thing as you
decorate your homes with and grow in
little earthenware affairs My trunk
alone measured five feet across.
Yet was nothing out Of the ordina y.
In those days there were many little
plants forty feet or so in height. Ey-
cry bit of coal you toss about in such
needless fashion once was q living
plant-a plant which grew and -four
ished, even as your plants of today
grow and flourish. But in these de-
generate days plants are poor, feeble
little things Plants were plants in
those days We had no petted and
pampered ferns We had no houses Of
glass. artifcially kept warm so that
the poor little dears shouldn't get cold.
Those were the days of real ferns, of
healthy ferns free from all newfangled
nonsense about fertilizers and soils and
aspects and such childish weaknesses.
In those early days the earth was not
as it is today. 1t was hotter, for it
had cooled from globe of molten rock.
Its atmosphere was heavy with warm
vapors; close and oppressive, you would
call it, but it just suited,us. as we grew
and luxuriated in it. The earth's crust
was thin and heaved about, gradually
raising vast continents from the bed of
the sea and slowly dragging others
deep into the ocean 1t was a time of
vast changes.
grew on the muddy banks of great
pool of water, which was fed by slug
gish streams and bordered by mon
strous reeds. On the other side stretch
ed a vast swamp and dark forest of
tangled vegetation. For hundreds Of
miles there was no break to this forest
beyond few bogs and pools of brackish
water. The sun shone hot upon me, so
no wonder | grew well in this humid
atmosphere. Then there were frightful
storms. when mighty trees were flung
down and swept by floods to the bottom
of the pool. This had gone on ages be-
fore l appeared above ground; it went
on ages after. The result was that the
bottom of the pool was mass of fallen
trees. The newly felled trees pressed
hn nd Of
sands of years the water. the mud, the
heat and the pressure turned the
mighty beds of vegetable matter into
what you call coal.
In the dense>forest it was somewhat
the same. Trees were thrown down
by hurricanes; fresh ones grew and fell
victims to storms So it went on for
long centuries until the last forest grew
on the top of great thickness of bur-
led trees, ferns and MOSES. Amid this
exuberant vegetation were many fan
tastic and uncouth animals. Round
about me they made the forest resound
with their hideous bellowings. They
were so strangely shaped that could
not well describe them to you. Even
some of the flies had wings half a foot
long from tip to tip.
One day saw commotion in the
midst of the lake far away from me.
The bed rose up and belched forth
steam and ashes and molten rock. In
the years that followed the fluid rock
rolled down the sides of the volcano
into the water below Mighty clouds
of steam arose, and as the yapor con
-densed it fell upon us as warm rain
This is why ! grew so well and why
the vegetation around NE was so rank
ly luxuriant.
Many years after the land began to
sink. Slowly it went down; slowly
the water closed over our heads until
nil the mighty forests were deep under
the sea. Thus we stopped for count
less years, and heavy bed of sand ac-
cumulated above u.s. Then, just as
slowly, we arose until we formed a
vast elevated land. Then came other
forests-trees whose limbs were tam
gled with enormous festoons and gar
lands of strange climbing plants. Ter
rible thunderstorms alone broke the ST.
lence of these wooded solitudes save
when some mighty fern crashed to the
ground or when the wind tore down
young branches and hurled them into
the swamps.
So all went on anew, as Of old, and
the continent sank once more below
the waters of the ocean, taking with it
the beds of buried verdure. Yet again
it rose, and again it sank. So layer
upon layer Of plants and Of sand were
formed--vast layers, which took ages
unthinkable to form-until there was a
depth of 10000 feet Of hard baked wood
and sand, of coal and dirt. Look at
me, and you will find that you can
trace my markings. In every pit you
can find hundreds of delicate fern
leaves and MOSES as perfect as when
alive. You can see even the veins Of
the fragile fronds, so beautifully press
ed are they. Dirty, old coal. fndeedl
1t was the sun which made me. I
absorbed his rays then. When you
burn me, I give them back again. I
am a mass of bottled sunshine. Do you
realize that the fire you watch is the
sunshine which blazed in those solemn
forests innumerable ages ago? 1t is no
flight of fancy to say that am bottled
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