Madam How and Lady Why, or, First lessons in earth lore for children . do not understand me, my boys;and the best prayer I can offer for you is, per-haps, that you should never need to understandme: but if that sore need should come, and thatpoison should begin to spread its mist over yourbrains and hearts, then you will be proof againstit, just in proportion as you have used the eyesand the common sense which God has givenyou, and have considered the lilies of the field,how they grow. C. KINGSLEY. CONTENTS. PAGB CHAPTER I. THE GLEN ,,,...,.,,,,,«, I CHAPTER n. EARTHQUAKES ,..,.,,..,,.., 33 CH
Madam How and Lady Why, or, First lessons in earth lore for children . do not understand me, my boys;and the best prayer I can offer for you is, per-haps, that you should never need to understandme: but if that sore need should come, and thatpoison should begin to spread its mist over yourbrains and hearts, then you will be proof againstit, just in proportion as you have used the eyesand the common sense which God has givenyou, and have considered the lilies of the field,how they grow. C. KINGSLEY. CONTENTS. PAGB CHAPTER I. THE GLEN ,,,...,.,,,,,«, I CHAPTER n. EARTHQUAKES ,..,.,,..,,.., 33 CHAPTER III. VOLCANOS .,,,,,..,.,.,.. 54 CHAPTER IV. THE TRANSFORMATIONS OF A GRAIN OF SOIL , , . 7^ CHAPTER V. THE ICE-PLOUGH ...,.,,.,»... 97 CHAPTER VL THE TRUE FAIRY TALE Il6 b xviii CONTENTS. CHAPTER VII. PAGETHE CHALK-CARTS , I37 CHAPTER VIII. MADAM hows TWO GRANDSONS ........ I58 CHAPTER IX. THE CORAL-REEF . . I81 CHAPTER X. FIELD AND WILD , 209 CHAPTER XI. THE worlds end 245 CHAPTER XII. HOMEWARD BOUND .,..., 276 MADAM HOW AND LADY WHY CHAPTER I. THE OU find it dull walk-ing up here uponHartford BridgeFlat, this sad No-vember day? Well,I do not deny thatthe moor lookssomewhat dreary,though dull it neednever be. Thoughthe fog is clingingto the fir-trees, andcreeping amongthe heather, tillyou cannot see asfar as Minley Corner, hardly as far as Bramshill woods—^and all the Berkshire hills are as invisible is if it MADAM HOW AND LADY Wr/Y. was iark midnight—yet there is plenty to be seenhere our very feet. Though there is nothing leftfor you to pick, and all the flowers are deadand brown, except here and there a poor, half-withered scrap of bottle-heath, and nothing left forvou to catch either, for the butterflies and insertsare all dead too, except one poor old Daddy-long-l<;gs, who sits upon that piece of turf, boring a hole«ith her tail to lay her eggs in, before the frostcatches her and ends her like the rest:—though allthings, I say, seem dead, yet the
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