首页 >出版文学> Madam How and Lady Why>第4章
  But,besideallthis,thereisaquestion,whichoughttobeacuriousonetoyou(forIsuspectyoucannotanswerit)——Whydoesthefarmertakethetroubletosendhiscartandhorseseightmilesandmore,todrawinchalkfromOdihamchalk—pit?
  Oh,heisgoingtoputitontheland,ofcourse。Theyarechalkingthebitatthetopofthenextfield,wherethecopsewasgrubbed。
  Butwhatgoodwillhedobyputtingchalkonit?Chalkisnotrichandfertile,likemanure,itisaltogetherpoor,barrenstuff:youknowthat,oroughttoknowit。RecollectthechalkcuttingsandbanksontherailwaybetweenBasingstokeandWinchester——howutterlybarrentheyare。Thoughtheyhavebeenopenthesethirtyyears,notabladeofgrass,hardlyabitofmoss,hasgrownonthem,orwillgrow,perhaps,forcenturies。
  Come,letusfindoutsomethingaboutthechalkbeforewetalkaboutthecaves。Thechalkishere,andthecavesarenot;and"Learnfromthethingthatliesnearestyou"isasgoodaruleas"Dothedutywhichliesnearestyou。"Letuscomeintothegrubbedbit,andaskthefarmer——thereheisinhisgig。
  Well,oldfriend,andhowareyou?Hereisalittleboywhowantstoknowwhyyouareputtingchalkonyourfield。
  Doeshethen?Ifheevertriestofarmroundhere,hewillhavetolearnforhisfirstrule——Nochalk,nowheat。
  Butwhy?
  Why,ismorethanIcantell,youngsquire。Butifyouwanttoseehowitcomesabout,lookhereatthisfreshly—grubbedland——
  howsouritis。Youcanseethatbythecolourofit——someblack,somered,somegreen,someyellow,allfullofsouriron,whichwillletnothinggrow。Afterthechalkhasbeenonitayearortwo,thosecolourswillhaveallgoneoutofit;anditwillturntoanicewholesomebrown,liketherestofthefield;andthenyouwillknowthatthelandissweet,andfitforanycrop。NowdoyoumindwhatItellyou,andthenI’lltellyousomethingmore。Weputonthechalkbecause,besidesweeteningtheland,itwillholdwater。Yousee,thelandabouthere,thoughitisoftenverywetfromsprings,issandyandhungry;andwhenwedrainthebottomwateroutofit,thetopwater(thatis,therain)isapttorunthroughittoofast:andthenitdriesandburnsup;andwegetnoplantofwheat,norofturnipseither。Soweputonchalktoholdwater,andkeepthegroundmoist。
  Buthowcantheselumpsofchalkholdwater?Theyarenotmadelikecups。
  No:buttheyaremadelikesponges,whichservesourturnbetterstill。Justtakeupthatlump,youngsquire,andyou’llseewaterenoughinit,orratherlookingoutofit,andstaringyouintheface。
  Why!onesideofthelumpisalloverthickice。
  Soitis。Allthatwaterwasinsidethechalklastnight,tillitfroze。Andthenitcamesqueezingoutoftheholesinthechalkinstrings,asyoumayseeitifyoubreaktheiceacross。Nowyoumayjudgeforyourselfhowmuchwateraloadofchalkwillhold,evenonadrysummer’sday。Andnow,ifyou’llexcuseme,sir,Imustbeofftomarket。
  Wasitalltruethatthefarmersaid?
  Quitetrue,Ibelieve。Heisnotascientificman——thatis,hedoesnotknowthechemicalcausesofallthesethings;buthisknowledgeissoundanduseful,becauseitcomesfromlongexperience。Heandhisforefathers,perhapsforathousandyearsandmore,havebeenfarmingthiscountry,readingMadamHow’sbookswithverykeeneyes,experimentingandwatching,verycarefullyandrationally;makingmistakesoften,andfailingandlosingtheircropsandtheirmoney;butlearningfromtheirmistakes,tilltheirempiricknowledge,asitiscalled,helpsthemtogrowsometimesquiteasgoodcropsasiftheyhadlearnedagriculturalchemistry。
  Whathemeantbythechalksweeteningthelandyouwouldnotunderstandyet,andIcanhardlytellyou;forchemistsarenotyetagreedhowithappens。Buthewasright;andright,too,whathetoldyouaboutthewaterinsidethechalk,whichismoreimportanttousjustnow;for,ifwefollowitout,weshallsurelycometoacaveatlast。
  Sonowforthewaterinthechalk。Youcanseenowwhythechalk—
  downsatWinchesterarealwaysgreen,eveninthehottestsummer:
  becauseMadamHowhasputunderthemhergreatchalksponge。Thewinterrainssoakintoit;andthesummerheatdrawsthatrainoutofitagainasinvisiblesteam,comingupfrombelow,tokeeptherootsoftheturfcoolandmoistundertheblazingsun。
  Youlovethatshortturfwell。YoulovetorunandraceovertheDownswithyourbutterfly—netandhunt"chalk—hillblues,"and"marbledwhites,"and"spottedburnets,"tillyouarehotandtired;andthentositdownandlookatthequietlittleoldcitybelow,withthelongcathedralroof,andthetowerofSt。Cross,andthegrayoldwallsandbuildingsshroudedbynobletrees,allembosomedamongthesoftroundedlinesofthechalk—hills;andthenyoubegintofeelverythirsty,andcry,"Oh,iftherewerebutspringsandbrooksintheDowns,asthereareathome!"Butallthehollowsareasdryasthehilltops。Thereisnotabrook,orthemarkofawatercourse,inoneofthem。YouareliketheAncientMarinerinthepoem,with"Water,water,everywhere,Noranydroptodrink。"
  Togetthatyoumustgodownanddown,hundredsoffeet,tothegreenmeadowsthroughwhichsilverItchenglidestowardthesea。
  Thereyoustanduponthebridge,andwatchthetroutinwatersocrystal—clearthatyouseeeveryweedandpebbleasifyoulookedthroughair。Ifevertherewaspurewater,youthink,thatispure。Isitso?Drinksome。Washyourhandsinitandtry——Youfeelthatthewaterisrough,hard(astheycallit),quitedifferentfromthewaterathome,whichfeelsassoftasvelvet。
  Whatmakesitsohard?
  Becauseitisfullofinvisiblechalk。Ineverygallonofthatwaterthereare,perhaps,fifteengrainsofsolidchalk,whichwasonceinsidetheheartofthehillsabove。Dayandnight,yearafteryear,thechalkgoesdowntothesea;andifthereweresuchcreaturesaswater—fairies——ifitweretrue,astheoldGreeksandRomansthought,thatriverswerelivingthings,withaNymphwhodweltineachofthem,andwasitsgoddessoritsqueen——then,ifyourearswereopenedtohearher,theNymphofItchenmightsaytoyou—
  Sochild,youthinkthatIdonothingbut,asyoursistersayswhenshesingsMr。Tennyson’sbeautifulsong,"Ichatteroverstonyways,Inlittlesharpsandtrebles,Ibubbleintoeddyingbays,Ibabbleonthepebbles。"
  Yes。Idothat:andIlove,astheNymphslovedofold,menwhohaveeyestoseemybeauty,andearstodiscernmysong,andtofittheirownsongtoit,andtellhow"’Iwindabout,andinandout,Withhereablossomsailing,Andhereandtherealustytrout,Andhereandthereagrayling,"’AndhereandthereafoamyflakeUponme,asItravelWithmanyasilverywaterbreakAbovethegoldengravel,"’Anddrawthemallalong,andflowTojointhebrimmingriver,Formenmaycomeandmenmaygo,ButIgoonforever。’"
  Yes。Thatisalltrue:butifthatwereall,Ishouldnotbelettoflowonforever,inaworldwhereLadyWhyrules,andMadamHowobeys。Ionlyexist(likeeverythingelse,fromthesuninheaventothegnatwhichdancesinhisbeam)onconditionofworking,whetherwewishitornot,whetherweknowitornot。I
  amnotanidlestream,onlyfittochattertothosewhobatheorfishinmywaters,oreventogivepoetsbeautifulfanciesaboutme。YoulittleguesstheworkIdo。ForIamoneofthedaughtersofMadamHow,and,likeher,worknightandday,weknownotwhy,thoughLadyWhymustknow。Sodaybyday,andnightbynight,whileyouaresleeping(forIneversleep),Icarry,delicateandsoftasIam,aburdenwhichgiantscouldnotbear:
  andyetIamnevertired。Everydropofrainwhichthesouth—westwindbringsfromtheWestIndianseasgivesmefreshlifeandstrengthtobearmyburden;andithasneedtodoso;foreverydropofrainlaysafreshburdenonme。Everyrootandweedwhichgrowsineveryfield;everydeadleafwhichfallsinthehighwoodsofmanyaparish,fromtheGrangeandWoodmancoteroundtoFarleighandPreston,andsotoBrightonandtheAlresforddowns;—
  —ay,everyatomofmanurewhichthefarmersputontheland——foulenoughthen,butpureenoughbeforeittouchesme——eachofthese,givingoffatinyatomofwhatmencallcarbonicacid,meltsatinygrainofchalk,andhelpstosenditdownthroughthesolidhillbyoneofthemillionporesandveinswhichatoncefeedandburdenmysprings。AgesonagesIhaveworkedonthus,carryingthechalkintothesea。Andagesonages,itmaybe,Ishallworkonyet;tillIhavedonemyworkatlast,andlevelledthehighdownsintoaflatsea—shore,withbedsofflintgravelrattlingintheshallowwaves。
  Shemighttellyouthat;andwhenshehadtoldyou,youwouldsurelythinkoftheclumsychalk—cartrumblingdownthehill,andthenofthegracefulstream,bearingsilentlyitsinvisibleloadofchalk;andseehowmuchmoredelicateandbeautiful,aswellasvastandwonderful,MadamHow’sworkisthanthatofman。
  Butifyouaskedthenymphwhysheworkedonforever,shecouldnottellyou。ForliketheNymphsofold,andtheHamadryadswholived,intrees,andUndine,andthelittleSea—maiden,shewouldhavenosoul;noreason;nopowertosaywhy。
  Itisforyou,whoareareasonablebeing,toguesswhy:oratleastlistentomeifIguessforyou,andsay,perhaps——Icanonlysayperhaps——thatchalkmaybegoingtomakelayersofrichmarlintheseabetweenEnglandandFrance;andthosemarl—bedsmaybeupheavedandgrowintodryland,andbeploughed,andsowed,andreapedbyawiserraceofmen,inabetter—orderedworldthanthis:orthechalkmayhaveevenanoblerdestinybeforeit。Thatmayhappentoit,whichhashappenedalreadytomanyagrainoflime。Itmaybecarriedthousandsofmilesawaytohelpinbuildingupacoralreef(whatthatisImusttellyouafterwards)。Thatcoralreefmayhardenintolimestonebeds。
  Thosebedsmaybecoveredup,pressed,and,itmaybe,heated,tilltheycrystalliseintowhitemarble:andoutofitfairerstatuesbecarved,andgrandertemplesbuilt,thantheworldhaseveryetseen。
  Andifthatisnotthereasonwhythechalkisbeingsentintothesea,thenthereisanotherreason,andprobablyafarbetterone。
  For,asItoldyouatfirst,LadyWhy’sintentionsarefarwiserandbetterthanourfancies;andshe——likeHimwhomsheobeys——isabletodoexceedingabundantly,beyondallthatwecanaskorthink。
  Butyouwillsaynowthatwehavefollowedthechalk—cartalongway,withoutcomingtothecave。
  Youarewrong。Wehavecometotheverymouthofthecave。Allwehavetodoistosay——not"OpenSesame,"likeAliBabainthetaleoftheFortyThieves——butsomewordortwowhichMadamWhywillteachus,andforthwithahillwillopen,andweshallwalkin,andbeholdriversandcascadesunderground,stalactitepillarsandstalagmitestatues,andallthewondersofthegrottoesofAdelsberg,Antiparos,orKentucky。
  AmIjoking?Yes,andyetno;foryouknowthatwhenIjokeIamusuallymostinearnest。Atleast,Iamnow。
  Buttherearenocavesinchalk?
  No,notthatIeverheardof。Thereare,though,inlimestone,whichisonlyaharderkindofchalk。MadamHowcouldturnthischalkintohardlimestone,Ibelieve,evennow;andinmorewaysthanone:butinwayswhichwouldnotbeverycomfortableorprofitableforusSouthernfolkwholiveonit。Iamafraidthat—
  —whatbetweensqueezingandheating——shewouldflattenusalloutintophosphaticfossils,aboutaninchthick;andturnWinchestercityintoa"breccia"whichwouldpuzzlegeologistsahundredthousandyearshence。SowewillhopethatshewillleaveourchalkdownsfortheItchentowashgentlyaway,whilewetalkaboutcaves,andhowMadamHowscoopsthemoutbywaterunderground,justinthesameway,onlymoreroughly,asshemeltsthechalk。
  Suppose,then,thatthesehills,insteadofbeingsoft,spongychalk,wereallhardlimestonemarble,likethatofwhichthefontinthechurchismade。Thentherainwater,insteadofsinkingthroughthechalkasnow,wouldrunoverthegrounddown—hill,andifitcametoacrack(afault,asitiscalled)itwouldrundownbetweentherock;andasitranitwouldeatthatholewiderandwideryearbyyear,andmakeaswallow—hole——suchasyoumayseeinplentyifyouevergoupWhernside,oranyofthehighhillsinYorkshire——unfathomablepitsinthegreenturf,inwhichyoumayhearthewatertinklingandtricklingfar,farunderground。
  Andnow,beforewegoastepfarther,youmayunderstand,whythebonesofanimalsaresooftenfoundinlimestonecaves。Downsuchswallow—holeshowmanybeastsmustfall:eitherinhurryandfright,whenhuntedbylionsandbearsandsuchcruelbeasts;ormoreoftenstillintimeofsnow,whentheholesarecoveredwithdrift;or,again,iftheydiedontheopenhill—sides,theirbonesmightbewashedin,infloods,alongwithmudandstones,andburiedwiththeminthecavebelow;andbesidethat,lionsandbearsandhyaenasmightliveinthecavesbelow,asweknowtheydidinsomecaves,anddraginbonesthroughthecaves’mouths;
  or,again,savagesmightliveinthatcave,andbringinanimalstoeat,likethewildbeasts;andsothosebonesmightbemixedup,asweknowtheywere,withthingswhichthesavageshadleftbehind——likeflinttoolsorbeads;andthenthewholewouldbehardened,bythedrippingofthelimestonewater,intoapasteofbrecciajustlikethisinmydrawer。Butthebonesofthesavagesthemselvesyouwouldseldomorneverfindmixedinit——unlesssomeonehadfalleninbyaccidentfromabove。Andwhy?(ForthereisaWhy?tothatquestion:andnotmerelyaHow?)Simplybecausetheyweremen;andbecauseGodhasputintotheheartsofallmen,evenofthelowestsavages,somesortofreverenceforthosewhoaregone;andhastaughtthemtobury,orinsomeotherwaytakecareof,theirbones。
  Buthowistheswallow—holesuretoendinacave?
  Becauseitcannothelpmakingacaveforitselfifithastime。
  Think:andyouwillseethatitmustbeso。Forthatwatermustrunsomewhere;andsoiteatsitswayoutbetweenthebedsoftherock,makingundergroundgalleries,andatlastcavesandloftyhalls。Foritalwayseats,remember,atthebottomofitschannel,leavingtheroofalone。Soiteats,andeats,moreinsomeplacesandlessinothers,accordingasthestoneisharderorsofter,andaccordingtothedifferentdirectionoftherock—
  beds(whatwecalltheirdipandstrike);tillatlastitmakesoneofthosewonderfulcavernsaboutwhichyouaresofondofreading——suchacaveasthereactuallyisintherocksofthemountainofWhernside,fedbytheswallow—holesaroundthemountain—top;acavehundredsofyardslong,withhalls,andlakes,andwaterfalls,andcurtainsandfestoonsofstalactitewhichhavedrippedfromtheroof,andpillarsofstalagmitewhichhavebeenbuiltuponthefloorbelow。Thesestalactites(thosetellmewhohaveseenthem)areamongthemostbeautifulofallMadamHow’swork;sometimeslikebranchesofrosesorofgrapes;
  sometimeslikestatues;sometimeslikedelicatecurtains,andI
  knownotwhatotherbeautifulshapes。Ihaveneverseenthem,I
  amsorrytosay,andthereforeIcannotdescribethem。Buttheyareallmadeinthesameway;justinthesamewayasthoselittlestraightstalactiteswhichyoumayhaveseenhanging,likeicicles,invaultedcellars,orunderthearchesofabridge。Thewatermeltsmorelimethanitcancarry,anddropssomeofitagain,makingfreshlimestonegrainbygrainasitdripsfromtheroofabove;andfreshlimestoneagainwhereitsplashesonthefloorbelow:tillifitdrippedlongenough,thestalactitehangingfromabovewouldmeetthestalagmiterisingfrombelow,andjoininonestraightroundwhitegracefulshaft,whichwouldseem(butonlyseem)tosupporttheroofofthecave。Andoutofthatcave——thoughnotalwaysoutofthemouthofit——willrunastreamofwater,whichseemstoyouclearascrystal,thoughitisactually,liketheItchenatWinchester,fulloflime;sofulloflime,thatitmakesbedsoffreshlimestone,whicharecalledtravertine——whichyoumayseeinItaly,andGreece,andAsiaMinor:orperhapsitpetrifies,asyoucallit,theweedsinitsbed,likethatdropping—wellatKnaresborough,ofwhichyouhaveoftenseenapicture。Andthecauseisthis:thewaterissofulloflime,thatitisforcedtothrowawaysomeofituponeverythingittouches,andsoincrustswithstone——thoughitdoesnotturntostone——almostanythingyouputinit。Youhaveseen,oroughttohaveseen,petrifiedmossandbirds’nestsandsuchthingsfromKnaresboroughWell:andnowyouknowalittle,thoughonlyaverylittle,ofhowtheprettytoysaremade。
  Nowifyoucanimagineforyourself(thoughIsupposealittleboycannot)theamountoflimewhichoneofthesesubterraneanriverswouldcarryaway,gnawingundergroundcenturiesaftercenturies,dayandnight,summerandwinter,thenyouwillnotbesurprisedattheenormoussizeofcavernswhichmaybeseenindifferentpartsoftheworld——butalways,Ibelieve,inlimestonerock。Youwouldnotbesurprised(thoughyouwouldadmirethem)atthecavernsofAdelsberg,inCarniola(inthesouthofAustria,nearthetopoftheAdriatic),whichruns,Ibelieve,formilesinlength;andinthelakesofwhich,indarknessfromitsbirthuntilitsdeath,livesthatstrangebeast,theProteusasortoflongnewtwhichnevercomestoperfection——Isupposeforwantofthegenialsunlightwhichmakesallthingsgrow。Butheisblind;
  andmore,hekeepsallhislifethesamefeatherygillswhichnewtshavewhentheyarebabies,andwhichwehavesooftenlookedatthroughthemicroscope,toseetheblood—globulesrunroundandroundinside。Youwouldnotwonder,either,attheCzirknitzLake,nearthesameplace,whichatcertaintimesoftheyearvanishessuddenlythroughchasmsunderwater,suckingthefishdownwithit;andafteracertaintimeboilssuddenlyupagainfromthedepths,bringingbackwithitthefish,whohavebeenswimmingcomfortablyallthetimeinasubterraneanlake;andbringingback,too(and,extraordinaryasthisstoryis,thereisgoodreasontobelieveittrue),livewildduckswhowentdownsmallandunfledged,andcomebackfull—grownandfat,withwater—
  weedsandsmallfishintheirstomachs,showingtheyhavehadplentytofeedonunderground。But——andthisisthestrangestpartofthestory,iftrue——theycomeupunfledgedjustastheywentdown,andaremoreoverblindfromhavingbeensolongindarkness。Afterawhile,however,folkssaytheireyesgetright,theirfeathersgrow,andtheyflyawaylikeotherbirds。
  Neitherwouldyoubesurprised(ifyourecollectthatMadamHowisaveryoldladyindeed,andthatsomeofherworkisveryoldlikewise)atthatMammothCaveinKentucky,thelargestcaveintheknownworld,throughwhichyoumaywalknearlytenmilesonend,andinwhichahundredmilesofgalleryhavebeenexploredalready,andyetnoendfoundtothecave。Init(theguideswilltellyou)thereare"226avenues,47domes,8cataracts,23pits,andseveralrivers;"andifthatfactisnotveryinterestingtoyou(asitcertainlyisnottome)Iwilltellyousomethingwhichoughttointerestyou:thatthiscaveissoimmenselyoldthatvariouskindsoflittleanimals,whohavesettledthemselvesintheouterpartsofit,havehadtimetochangetheirshape,andtobecomequiteblind;sothatblindfathersandmothershaveblindchildren,generationaftergeneration。
  Thereareblindratsthere,withlargeshiningeyeswhichcannotsee——blindlandcrabs,whohavethefoot—stalksoftheireyes(youmayseetheminanycrab)stillleft;buttheeyeswhichshouldbeonthetopofthemaregone。Thereareblindfish,too,inthecave,andblindinsects;for,iftheyhavenousefortheireyesinthedark,whyshouldMadamHowtakethetroubletofinishthemoff?
  OnemorecaveImusttellyouof,toshowyouhowoldsomecavesmustbe,andthenImuststop;andthatisthecaveofCaripe,inVenezuela,whichisthemostnortherlypartofSouthAmerica。
  There,inthefaceofalimestonecliff,crestedwithenormousfloweringtrees,andfestoonedwiththoselovelycreepersofwhichyouhaveseenafewsmallonesinhothouses,thereopensanarchasbigasthewestfrontofWinchesterCathedral,andrunsstraightinlikeacathedralnaveformorethan1400feet。Outofitrunsastream;andalongthebanksofthatstream,asfarasthesunlightstrikesin,growwildbananas,andpalms,andlordsandladies(asyoucallthem),whicharenot,likeours,onefoot,butmanyfeethigh。Beyondthatthecavegoeson,withsubterraneanstreams,cascades,andhalls,nomanyetknowshowfar。Afriendofminelastyearwentinfarther,Ibelieve,thananyoneyethasgone;but,insteadoftakingIndiantorchesmadeofbarkandresin,oreventorchesmadeofSpanishwax,suchasabravebishopofthosepartsusedoncewhenhewentinfartherthananyonebeforehim,hetookwithhimsomeofthatbeautifulmagnesiumlightwhichyouhaveseenoftenhereathome。Andinoneplace,whenhelightedupthemagnesium,hefoundhimselfinahallfull300feethigh——higherfar,thatis,thanthedomeofSt。
  Paul’s——andaverysolemnthoughtitwastohim,hesaid,thathehadseenwhatnootherhumanbeingeverhadseen;andthatnorayoflighthadeverstruckonthatstupendousroofinalltheagessincethemakingoftheworld。Butifhefoundoutsomethingwhichhedidnotexpect,hewasdisappointedinsomethingwhichhedidexpect。FortheIndianswarnedhimofaholeinthefloorwhich(theytoldhim)wasanunfathomableabyss。Andloandbehold,whenheturnedthemagnesiumlightuponit,thesaidabysswasjustabouteightfeetdeep。ButitisnowonderthatthepoorIndianswiththeirlittlesmokytorchesshouldmakesuchmistakes;
  nowonder,too,thattheyshouldbeafraidtoenterfarintothosegloomyvaults;thattheyshouldbelievethatthesoulsoftheirancestorsliveinthatdarkcave;andthattheyshouldsaythatwhentheydietheywillgototheGuacharos,astheycallthebirdsthatflywithdolefulscreamsoutofthecavetofeedatnight,andinagainatdaylight,toroostandsleep。
  Now,itistheseveryGuacharobirdswhicharetomethemostwonderfulpartofthestory。TheIndianskillandeatthemfortheirfat,althoughtheybelievetheyhavetodowithevilspirits。ButscientificmenwhohavestudiedthesebirdswilltellyouthattheyaremorewonderfulthanifalltheIndians’
  fanciesaboutthemweretrue。Theyaregreatbirds,morethanthreefeetacrossthewings,somewhatlikeowls,somewhatlikecuckoos,somewhatlikegoatsuckers;but,onthewhole,unlikeanythingintheworldbutthemselves;andinsteadoffeedingonmothsormice,theyfeeduponharddryfruits,whichtheypickoffthetreesafterthesetofsun。Andwisemenwilltellyou,thatinmakingsuchabirdasthat,andgivingitthatpeculiarwayoflife,andsettlingitinthatcavern,andafewmorecavernsinthatpartoftheworld,andthereforeinmakingthecavernsreadyforthemtolivein,MadamHowmusthavetakenagesandages,morethanyoucanimagineorcount。
  ButthatisamongtheharderlessonswhichcomeinthelatterpartofMadamHow’sbook。Childrenneednotlearnthemyet;andtheycanneverlearnthem,unlesstheymasterheralphabet,andhershortandeasylessonsforbeginners,someofwhichIamtryingtoteachyounow。
  ButIhavejustrecollectedthatweareacoupleofverystupidfellows。Wehavebeentalkingallthistimeaboutchalkandlimestone,andhaveforgottentosettlewhattheyare,andhowtheyweremade。Wemustthinkofthatnexttime。Itwillnotdoforus(atleastifwemeantobescientificmen)tousetermswithoutdefiningthem;inplainEnglish,totalkabout——wedon’tknowwhat。
  CHAPTERVIII——MADAMHOW’STWOGRANDSONS
  Youwanttoknow,then,whatchalkis?Isupposeyoumeanwhatchalkismadeof?
  Yes。Thatisit。
  ThatwecanonlyhelpbycallinginthehelpofaverygreatgiantwhosenameisAnalysis。
  Agiant?
  Yes。AndbeforewecallforhimIwilltellyouaverycuriousstoryabouthimandhisyoungerbrother,whichiseverywordofittrue。
  Onceuponatime,certainlyaslongagoasthefirstman,orperhapsthefirstrationalbeingofanykind,wascreated,MadamHowhadtwograndsons。TheelderiscalledAnalysis,andtheyoungerSynthesis。Asforwhotheirfatherandmotherwere,therehavebeensomanydisputesonthatquestionthatIthinkchildrenmayleaveitaloneforthepresent。Formypart,Ibelievethattheyareboth,likeSt。Patrick,"gentlemen,andcomeofdecentpeople;"andIhaveagreatrespectandaffectionforthemboth,aslongaseachkeepsinhisownplaceandmindshisownbusiness。
  Nowyoumustunderstandthat,assoonasthesetwobabygiantswereborn,LadyWhy,whosetseverythingtodothatworkforwhichitisexactlyfitted,setbothofthemtheirwork。Analysiswastotaketopieceseverythinghefound,andfindouthowitwasmade。Synthesiswastoputthepiecestogetheragain,andmakesomethingfreshoutofthem。Inaword,AnalysiswastoteachmenScience;andSynthesistoteachthemArt。
  ButbecauseAnalysiswastheelder,MadamHowcommandedSynthesisnevertoputthepiecestogethertillAnalysishadtakenthemcompletelyapart。And,mychild,ifSynthesishadobeyedthatruleofhisgoodoldgrandmother’s,theworldwouldhavebeenfarhappier,wealthier,wiser,andbetterthanitisnow。
  ButSynthesiswouldnot。Hegrewupaverynobleboy。Hecouldcarve,hecouldpaint,hecouldbuild,hecouldmakemusic,andwritepoems:buthewasfullofconceitandhaste。Wheneverhiselderbrothertriedtodoalittlepatientworkintakingthingstopieces,Synthesissnatchedtheworkoutofhishandsbeforeitwasaquarterdone,andbeganputtingittogetheragaintosuithisownfancy,and,ofcourse,putittogetherwrong。Thenhewentontobullyhiselderbrother,andlockedhimupinprison,andstarvedhim,tillformanyhundredyearspoorAnalysisnevergrewatall,butremaineddwarfed,andstupid,andallbutblindforwantoflight;whileSynthesis,andallthehastyconceitedpeoplewhofollowedhim,grewstoutandstrongandtyrannous,andoverspreadthewholeworld,andruleditattheirwill。ButthefaultofalltheworkofSynthesiswasjustthis:thatitwouldnotwork。Hiswatcheswouldnotkeeptime,hissoldierswouldnotfight,hisshipswouldnotsail,hishouseswouldnotkeeptherainout。SoeverytimehefailedinhisworkhehadtogotopoorAnalysisinhisdungeon,andbullyhimintotakingathingortwotopieces,andgivinghimafewsoundfactsoutofthem,justtogoonwithtillhecametogriefagain,boastinginthemeantimethatheandnotAnalysishadfoundoutthefacts。AndatlasthegrewsoconceitedthathefanciedheknewallthatMadamHowcouldteachhim,orLadyWhyeither,andthatheunderstoodallthingsinheavenandearth;whileitwasnottherealheavenandearththathewasthinkingof,butashamheavenandashamearth,whichhehadbuiltupoutofhisguessesandhisownfancies。
  AndthemoreSynthesiswaxedinpride,andthemorehetrampleduponhispoorbrother,themorerecklesshegrew,andthemorewillingtodeceivehimself。Ifhisrealflowerswouldnotgrow,hecutoutpaperflowers,andpaintedthemandsaidthattheywoulddojustaswellasnaturalones。Ifhisdollswouldnotwork,heputstringsandwiresbehindthemtomakethemnodtheirheadsandopentheireyes,andthenpersuadedotherpeople,andperhapshalf—persuadedhimself,thattheywerealive。Ifthehandofhisweather—glasswentdown,henailedituptoinsureafineday,andtortured,burnt,ormurderedeveryonewhosaiditdidnotkeepupofitself。Andmanyotherfoolishandwickedthingshedid,whichlittleboysneednothearofyet。
  Butatlasthispunishmentcame,accordingtothelawsofhisgrandmother,MadamHow,whicharelikethelawsoftheMedesandPersians,andalternot,asyouandallmankindwillsoonerorlaterfind;forhegrewsorichandpowerfulthathegrewcarelessandlazy,andthoughtaboutnothingbuteatinganddrinking,tillpeoplebegantodespisehimmoreandmore。AndonedayheleftthedungeonofAnalysissoillguarded,thatAnalysisgotoutandranaway。Greatwasthehueandcryafterhim;andterriblywouldhehavebeenpunishedhadhebeencaught。But,loandbehold,folkshadgrownsodisgustedwithSynthesisthattheybegantotakethepartofAnalysis。Poormenhidhimintheircottages,andscholarsintheirstudies。Andwhenwararoseabouthim,——andterriblewarsdidarise,——goodkings,wisestatesmen,gallantsoldiers,spenttheirtreasureandtheirlivesinfightingforhim。Allhonestfolkwelcomedhim,becausehewashonest;andallwisefolkusedhim,for,insteadofbeingaconceitedtyrantlikeSynthesis,heshowedhimselfthemostfaithful,diligent,humbleofservants,readytodoeveryman’swork,andanswereveryman’squestions。Andamongthemallhegotsowellfedthathegrewveryshortlyintothegiantthatheoughttohavebeenallalong;
  andwas,andwillbeformanyayeartocome,perfectlyabletotakecareofhimself。
  AsforpoorSynthesis,hereallyhasfallensolowinthesedays,thatonecannotbutpityhim。Henowgoesabouthumblyafterhisbrother,feedingonanyscrapsthatarethrowntohim,andissnubbedandrappedovertheknuckles,andtoldoneminutetoholdhistongueandmindhisownbusiness,andthenextthathehasnobusinessatalltomind,tillhehasgotintosuchapoorwaythatsomefolksfancyhewilldie,andareactuallydigginghisgravealready,andcomposinghisepitaph。Buttheyaretryingtowearthebear’sskinbeforethebeariskilled;forSynthesisisnotdead,noranythinglikeit;andhewillriseupagainsomeday,tomakegoodfriendswithhisbrotherAnalysis,andbyhishelpdonoblerandmorebeautifulworkthanhehaseveryetdoneintheworld。
  SonowAnalysishasgottheupperhand;somuchsothatheisindangerofbeingspoiltbytoomuchprosperity,ashisbrotherwasbeforehim;inwhichcasehetoowillhavehisfall;andagreatdealofgooditwilldohim。Andthatistheendofmystory,andatruestoryitis。
  Nowyoumustremember,wheneveryouhavetodowithhim,thatAnalysis,likefire,isaverygoodservant,butaverybadmaster。For,havinggothisfreedomonlyoflateyearsorso,heis,likeyoungmenwhentheycomesuddenlytobetheirownmasters,apttobeconceited,andtofancythatheknowseverything,whenreallyheknowsnothing,andcanneverknowanything,butonlyknowsaboutthings,whichisaverydifferentmatter。Indeed,nowadayshepretendsthathecanteachhisoldgrandmother,MadamHow,notonlyhowtosuckeggs,buttomakeeggsintothebargain;whilethegoodoldladyjustlaughsathimkindly,andletshimrunon,becausesheknowshewillgrowwiserintime,andlearnhumilitybyhismistakesandfailures,asI
  hopeyouwillfromyours。
  However,Analysisisaverycleveryounggiant,andcandowonderfulworkaslongashemeddlesonlywithdeadthings,likethisbitoflime。Hecantakeittopieces,andtellyouofwhatthingsitismade,orseemstobemade;andtakethemtopiecesagain,andtellyouwhateachofthemismadeof;andsoon,tillhegetsconceited,andfanciesthathecanfindoutsomeoneThingofallthings(whichhecallsmatter),ofwhichallotherthingsaremade;andsomeWayofallways(whichhecallsforce),bywhichallthingsaremade:butwhenheboastsinthatway,oldMadamHowsmiles,andsays,"Mychild,beforeyoucansaythat,youmustrememberahundredthingswhichyouareforgetting,andlearnahundredthousandthingswhichyoudonotknow;"andthenshejustputsherhandoverhiseyes,andMasterAnalysisbeginsgropinginthedark,andtalkingthesaddestnonsense。Sobewareofhim,andkeephiminhisownplace,andtohisownwork,orhewillflatteryou,andgetthemasteryofyou,andpersuadeyouthathecanteachyouathousandthingsofwhichheknowsnomorethanhedoeswhyaduck’seggneverhatchesintoachicken。Andremember,ifMasterAnalysisevergrowssaucyandconceitedwithyou,justaskhimthatlastriddle,andyouwillshuthimupatonce。
  Andwhy?
  BecauseAnalysiscanonlyexplaintoyoualittleaboutdeadthings,likestones——inorganicthingsastheyarecalled。Livingthings——organisms,astheyarecalled——hecannotexplaintoyouatall。Whenhemeddleswiththem,healwaysendslikethemanwhokilledhisgoosetogetthegoldeneggs。Hehastokillhisgoose,orhisflower,orhisinsect,beforehecananalyseit;andthenitisnotagoose,butonlythecorpseofagoose;notaflower,butonlythedeadstuffoftheflower。
  Andthereforehewillneverdoanythingbutfail,whenhetriestofindoutthelifeinthings。Howcanhe,whenhehastotakethelifeoutofthemfirst?Hecouldnotevenfindouthowaplum—
  puddingismadebymerelyanalysingit。Hemightpartthesugar,andtheflour,andthesuet;hemighteven(forheisveryclever,andverypatienttoo,themorehonourtohim)takeeveryatomofsugaroutoftheflourwithwhichithadgotmixed,andeveryatomofbrowncolourwhichhadgotoutoftheplumsandcurrantsintothebodyofthepudding,andthen,foraughtIknow,putthecolouringmatterbackagainintotheplumsandcurrants;andthen,foraughtIknow,turntheboiledpuddingintoarawoneagain,——
  forheisagreatconjurer,asMadamHow’sgrandsonisboundtobe:butyethewouldneverfindouthowthepuddingwasmade,unlesssomeonetoldhimthegreatsecretwhichthesailorsintheoldstoryforgot——thatthecookboileditinacloth。
  ThisisAnalysis’sweakpoint——don’tletitbeyours——thatinallhiscalculationsheisapttoforgetthecloth,andindeedthecooklikewise。Nodoubthecananalysethematterofthings:buthewillkeepforgettingthathecannotanalysetheirform。
  DoImeantheirshape?
  No,mychild;no。Imeansomethingwhichmakestheshapeofthings,andthematterofthemlikewise,butwhichfolkshavelostsightofnowadays,anddonotseemlikelytogetsightofagainforafewhundredyears。SoIsupposethatyouneednottroubleyourheadaboutit,butmayjustfollowthefashionsaslongastheylast。
  Aboutthispieceoflime,however,Analysiscantellusagreatdeal。Andwemaytrustwhathesays,andbelievethatheunderstandswhathesays。
  Why?
  Thinknow。Ifyoutookyourwatchtopieces,youwouldprobablyspoilitforever;youwouldhaveperhapsbroken,andcertainlymislaid,someofthebits;andnotevenawatchmakercouldputittogetheragain。Youwouldhaveanalysedthewatchwrongly。Butifawatchmakertookittopiecesthenanyotherwatchmakercouldputittogetheragaintogoaswellasever,becausetheybothunderstandtheworks,howtheyfitintoeachother,andwhattheuseandthepowerofeachis。Itsbeingputtogetheragainrightlywouldbeaproofthatithadbeentakentopiecesrightly。
  AndsowithMasterAnalysis。IfhecantakeathingtopiecessothathisbrotherSynthesiscanputittogetheragain,youmaybesurethathehasdonehisworkrightly。
  Nowhecantakeabitofchalktopieces,sothatitshallbecomeseveraldifferentthings,noneofwhichischalk,orlikechalkatall。AndthenhisbrotherSynthesiscanputthemtogetheragain,sothattheyshallbecomechalk,astheywerebefore。Hecandothatverynearly,butnotquite。Thereis,ineveryaveragepieceofchalk,somethingwhichhecannotmakeintochalkagainwhenhehasonceunmadeit。
  WhatthatisIwillshowyoupresently;andawonderfultalehangsthereby。ButfirstwewillletAnalysistelluswhatchalkismadeof,asfarasheknows。
  Hewillsay——Chalkiscarbonateoflime。
  Butwhatiscarbonateoflimemadeof?
  Limeandcarbonicacid。
  Andwhatislime?
  Theoxideofacertainmetal,calledcalcium。
  Whatdoyoumean?
  Thatquicklimeisacertainmetalmixedwithoxygengas;andslackedlimeisthesame,mixedwithwater。
  Solimeisametal。Whatisametal?Nobodyknows。
  Andwhatisoxygengas?Nobodyknows。
  Well,Analysis,stopsshortverysoon。Hedoesnotseemtoknowmuchaboutthematter。
  Nay,nay,youarewrongthere。Itisjust"aboutthematter"thathedoesknow,andknowsagreatdeal,andveryaccurately;whathedoesnotknowisthematteritself。Hewilltellyouwonderfulthingsaboutoxygengas——howtheairisfullofit,thewaterfullofit,everylivingthingfullofit;howitchangeshardbrightsteelintosoft,foulrust;howacandlecannotburnwithoutit,oryoulivewithoutit。Butwhatitisheknowsnot。
  Willheeverknow?
  ThatisLadyWhy’sconcern,andnotours。Meanwhilehehasarighttofindoutifhecan。Butwhatdoyouwanttoaskhimnext?
  What?Oh!Whatcarbonicacidis。Hecantellyouthat。Carbonandoxygengas。
  Butwhatiscarbon?
  Nobodyknows。
  Why,hereisthisstupidAnalysisatfaultagain。
  Nay,nay,again。Bepatientwithhim。Ifhecannottellyouwhatcarbonis,hecantellyouwhatiscarbon,whichiswellworthknowing。Hewilltellyou,forinstance,thateverytimeyoubreatheorspeak,whatcomesoutofyourmouthiscarbonicacid;
  andthat,ifyourbreathcomesonabitofslackedlime,itwillbegintoturnitbackintothechalkfromwhichitwasmade;andthat,ifyourbreathcomesontheleavesofagrowingplant,thatleafwilltakethecarbonoutofit,andturnitintowood。Andsurelythatisworthknowing,——thatyoumaybehelpingtomakechalk,ortomakewood,everytimeyoubreathe。
  Well;thatisverycurious。
  Butnow,askhim,Whatiscarbon?Andhewilltellyou,thatmanythingsarecarbon。Adiamondiscarbon;andsoisblacklead;andsoischarcoalandcoke,andcoalinpart,andwoodinpart。
  What?DoesAnalysissaythatadiamondandcharcoalarethesamething?
  Yes。
  Thenhiswayoftakingthingstopiecesmustbeaveryclumsyone,ifhecanfindoutnodifferencebetweendiamondandcharcoal。
  Well,perhapsitis:butyoumustrememberthat,thoughheisveryold——asoldasthefirstmanwhoeverlived——hehasonlybeenatschoolforthelastthreehundredyearsorso。Andremember,too,thatheisnotlikeyou,whohavesomeoneelsetoteachyou。
  Hehashadtoteachhimself,andfindoutforhimself,andmakehisowntools,andworkinthedarkbesides。AndIthinkitisverymuchtohiscreditthatheeverfoundoutthatdiamondandcharcoalwerethesamethings。Youwouldneverhavefounditoutforyourself,youwillagree。
  No:buthowdidhedoit?
  Hetaughtaveryfamouschemist,Lavoisier,aboutninetyyearsago,howtoburnadiamondinoxygen——andaverydifficulttrickthatis;andLavoisierfoundthatthediamondwhenburntturnedalmostentirelyintocarbonicacidandwater,asblackleadandcharcoaldo;andmore,thateachofthemturnedintothesamequantityofcarbonicacid,Andsoheknew,assurelyasmancanknowanything,thatallthesethings,howeverdifferenttooureyesandfingers,arereallymadeofthesamething,——purecarbon。
  Butwhatmakesthemlookandfeelsodifferent?
  ThatAnalysisdoesnotknowyet。Perhapshewillfindoutsomeday;forheisverypatient,andverydiligent,asyououghttobe。Meanwhile,becontentwithhim:rememberthatthoughhecannotseethroughamilestoneyet,hecanseefartherintoonethanhisneighbours。Indeedhisneighbourscannotseeintoamilestoneatall,butonlyseetheoutsideofit,andknowthingsonlybyrote,likeparrots,withoutunderstandingwhattheymeanandhowtheyaremade。
  Sonowrememberthatchalkiscarbonateoflime,andthatitismadeupofthreethings,calcium,oxygen,andcarbon;andthatthereforeitsmarkisCaCO(3),inAnalysis’slanguage,whichI
  hopeyouwillbeabletoreadsomeday。
  ButhowisitthatAnalysisandSynthesiscannottakeallthischalktopieces,andputittogetheragain?
  Lookhere;whatisthatinthechalk?
  Oh!ashepherd’scrown,suchasweoftenfindinthegravel,onlyfreshandwhite。
  Well;youknowwhatthatwasonce。Ihaveoftentoldyou:——alivesea—egg,coveredwithprickles,whichcrawlsatthebottomofthesea。
  Well,IamsurethatMasterSynthesiscouldnotputthattogetheragain:andequallysurethatMasterAnalysismightspendagesintakingittopieces,beforehefoundouthowitwasmade。And——weareluckyto—day,forthislowerchalktothesouthhasveryfewfossilsinit——hereissomethingelsewhichisnotmerecarbonateoflime。Lookatit。
  Alittlecockle,somethinglikeawrinkledhazel—nut。
  No;thatisnocockle。MadamHowinventedthatagesandagesbeforeshethoughtofcockles,andtheanimalwhichlivedinsidethatshellwasasdifferentfromacockle—animalasasparrowisfromadog。ThatisaTerebratula,agentlemanofaveryancientandworn—outfamily。Heandhiskinswarmedintheoldseas,evenasfarbackasthetimewhentherocksoftheWelshmountainsweresoftmud;asyouwillknowwhenyoureadthatgreatbookofSirRoderickMurchison’s,Siluria。Butastheagesrolledon,theygotfewerandfewer,theseTerebratulae;andnowtherearehardlyanyofthemleft;onlysixorsevensortsareleftabouttheseislands,whichclingtostonesindeepwater;andthefirsttimeI
  dredgedtwoofthemoutofLochFyne,Ilookedatthemwithawe,asonrelicsfromanotherworld,whichhadlastedonthroughunnumberedagesandchanges,suchasone’sfancycouldnotgrasp。
  Butyouwillagreethat,ifMasterAnalysistookthatshelltopieces,MasterSynthesiswouldnotbelikelytoputittogetheragain;muchlesstoputittogetherintherightway,inwhichMadamHowmadeit。
  Andwhatwasthat?
  Bymakingalivinganimal,whichwentongrowing,thatis,makingitself;andmaking,asitgrew,itsshelltolivein。Synthesishasnotfoundoutyetthefirststeptowardsdoingthat;and,asI
  believe,heneverwill。
  Buttherewouldbenoharminhistrying?
  Ofcoursenot。Leteverybodytrytodoeverythingtheyfancy。
  Eveniftheyfail,theywillhavelearntatleastthattheycannotdoit。
  Butnow——andthisisasecretwhichyouwouldneverfindoutforyourself,atleastwithoutthehelpofamicroscope——thegreaterpartofthislumpofchalkismadeupofthingswhichneitherAnalysiscanperfectlytaketopieces,norSynthesisputtogetheragain。Itismadeofdeadorganisms,thatis,thingswhichhavebeenmadebylivingcreatures。Ifyouwashedandbrushedthatchalkintopowder,youwouldfinditfulloflittlethingsliketheDentalinainthisdrawing,andmanyothercuriousforms。I
  willshowyousomeunderthemicroscopeoneday。
  TheyaretheshellsofanimalscalledForaminifera,becausetheshellsofsomeofthemarefullofholes,throughwhichtheyputouttinyarms。Sosmalltheyareandsomany,thattheremaybe,itissaid,fortythousandoftheminabitofchalkanincheveryway。Innumberspastcounting,somewhole,somebroken,somegroundtothefinestpowder,theymakeupvastmassesofEngland,whicharenowchalkdowns;andinsomeforeigncountriestheymakeupwholemountains。PartofthebuildingstoneoftheGreatPyramidinEgyptiscomposed,Iamtold,entirelyofthem。
  Andhowdidtheygetintothechalk?
  Ah!Howindeed?Letusthink。Thechalkmusthavebeenlaiddownatthebottomofasea,becausetherearesea—shellsinit。
  Besides,wefindlittleatomiesexactlylikethesealivenowinmanyseas;andthereforeitisfairtosupposetheselivedintheseaalso。
  Besides,theywerenotwashedintothechalkbyanysuddenflood。
  Thewaterinwhichtheysettledmusthavebeenquitestill,ortheselittledelicatecreatureswouldhavebeengroundintopowder——orratherintopaste。Thereforelearnedmensoonmadeuptheirmindsthatthesethingswerelaiddownatthebottomofadeepsea,sodeepthatneitherwind,nortide,norcurrentscouldstirtheeverlastingcalm。
  Ah!itisworththinkingover,foritshowshowshrewdagiantAnalysisis,andhowfastheworksinthesedays,nowthathehasgotfreeandwellfed;——worththinkingover,Isay,howournotionsabouttheselittleatomieshavechangedduringthelastfortyyears。
  Weusedtofindthemsometimeswashedupamongthesea—sandonthewildAtlanticcoast;andweweretaught,inthedayswhenoldDr。
  TurtonwaswritinghisbookonBritishshellsatBideford,tocallthemNautili,becausetheirshellswerelikeNautilusshells。MendidnotknowthenthattheanimalwhichlivesinthemisnomorelikeaNautilusanimalthanitislikeacow。
  ForaNautilus,youmustknow,ismadelikeacuttlefish,witheyes,andstrongjawsforbiting,andarmsroundthem;andhasaheart,andgills,andastomach;andisaltogetheraverywell—
  madebeast,and,Isuspect,aterribletyranttolittlefishandsea—slugs,justasthecuttlefishis。ButthecreatureswhichliveintheselittleshellsareabouttheleastfinishedofMadamHow’sworks。Theyhaveneithermouthnorstomach,eyesnorlimbs。
  Theyaremerelivebagsfullofjelly,whichcantakealmostanyshapetheylike,andthrustoutarms——orwhatserveforarms——
  throughtheholesintheirshells,andthencontractthemintothemselvesagain,asthisGlobigerinadoes。Whattheyfeedon,howtheygrow,howtheymaketheirexquisitely—formedshells,whether,indeed,theyare,strictlyspeaking,animalsorvegetables,Analysishasnotyetfoundout。Butwhenyoucometoreadaboutthem,youwillfindthatthey,intheirownway,arejustaswonderfulandmysteriousasabutterflyorarose;andjustasnecessary,likewise,toMadamHow’swork;foroutofthem,asItoldyou,shemakeswholesheetsofdown,wholerangesofhills。
  Nooneknewanything,Ibelieve,aboutthem,savethattwoorthreekindsofthemwerefoundinchalk,tillafamousFrenchman,calledD’Orbigny,justthirtyyearsago,toldtheworldhowhehadfoundmanybeautifulfreshkinds;and,morestrangestill,thatsomeofthesekindswerestillaliveatthebottomoftheAdriatic,andoftheharbourofAlexandria,inEgypt。
  Thenin1841agentlemannamedEdwardForbes,——nowwithGod——whosenamewillbeforeverdeartoallwholovescience,andhonourgeniusandvirtue,——foundintheAEgeanSea"abedofchalk,"hesaid,"fullofForaminifera,andshellsofPteropods,"formingatthebottomofthesea。
  AndwhatarePteropods?
  Whatyoumightcallsea—moths(thoughtheyarenotreallymoths),whichswimaboutonthesurfaceofthewater,whiletheright—
  whalessuckthemintensofthousandsintothegreatwhalebonenetwhichfringestheirjaws。Herearedrawingsofthem。1。Limacina(onwhichthewhalesfeed);and2。Hyalea,alovelylittlethinginaglassshell,whichlivesintheMediterranean。
  Butsincethenstrangediscoverieshavebeenmade,especiallybythenavalofficerswhosurveyedthebottomofthegreatAtlanticOceanbeforelayingdowntheelectriccablebetweenIrelandandAmerica。Andthisiswhattheyfound:
  ThatatthebottomoftheAtlanticwerevastplainsofsoftmud,insomeplaces2500fathoms(15,000feet)deep;thatis,asdeepastheAlpsarehigh。Andmore:theyfoundout,totheirsurprise,thattheoozymudoftheAtlanticfloorwasmadeupalmostentirelyofjustthesameatomiesasmakeupourchalk,especiallyglobigerinas;that,infact,avastbedofchalkwasnowformingatthebottomoftheAtlantic,withlivingshellsandsea—animalsofthemostbrilliantcolourscrawlingaboutonitinblackdarkness,andbedsofspongesgrowingoutofit,justasthespongesgrewatthebottomoftheoldchalkocean,andwereall,generationaftergeneration,turnedintoflints。
  And,forreasonswhichyouwillhardlyunderstand,menarebeginningnowtobelievethatthechalkhasneverceasedtobemade,somewhereorother,formanythousandyears,eversincetheWinchesterDownswereatthebottomofthesea:andthat"theGlobigerina—mudisnotmerelyAchalkformation,butacontinuationofTHEchalkformation,soTHATWEMAYBESAIDTOBE
  STILLLIVINGINTHEAGEOFCHALK。"{1}Ah,mylittleman,whatwouldInotgivetoseeyou,beforeIdie,addonesuchthoughtasthattothesumofhumanknowledge!
  Sotherethelittlecreatureshavebeenlying,makingchalkoutofthelimeinthesea—water,layeroverlayer,theyoungovertheold,thedeadovertheliving,yearafteryear,ageafterage——forhowlong?
  Whocantell?HowdeepthelayerofnewchalkatthebottomoftheAtlanticis,wecanneverknow。Butthelayerofliveatomiesonitisnotaninchthick,probablynotatenthofaninch。Andifitgrewatenthofaninchayear,orevenawholeinch,howmanyyearsmustithavetakentomakethechalkofourdowns,whichisinsomeparts1300feetthick?Howmanyinchesaretherein1300feet?Dothatsum,andjudgeforyourself。
  Onedifferencewillbefoundbetweenthechalknowformingatthebottomoftheocean,ifiteverbecomedryland,andthechalkonwhichyoutreadonthedowns。Thenewchalkwillbefulloftheteethandbonesofwhales——warm—bloodedcreatures,whosuckletheiryounglikecows,insteadoflayingeggs,likebirdsandfish。Fortherewerenowhalesintheoldchalkocean;butourmodernoceansarefullofcachalots,porpoises,dolphins,swimminginshoalsroundanyship;andtheirbonesandteeth,andstillmoretheirear—bones,willdroptothebottomastheydie,andbefound,ageshence,inthemudwhichtheliveatomiesmake,alongwithwrecksofmightyships"Greatanchors,heapsofpearl,"
  andallthatmanhaslostinthedeepseas。Andsadderfossilsyet,mychild,willbescatteredonthosewhiteplains:—
  "Tothemtheloveofwomanhathgonedown,Darkrolltheirwaveso’ermanhood’snoblehead。