First VisitAmong the books which I had lately lent Ole, was one which
had greatly rejoiced and occupied him. It was a geological book,
containing an account of the boulders.
"Yes, they're rare old fellows, those boulders!" he said;
"and to think that we should pass them without noticing them! And
over the street pavement, the paving stones, those fragments of the
oldest remains of antiquity, one walks without ever thinking about
them. I have done the very thing myself. But now I look
respectfully at every paving-stone. Many thanks for the book! It
has filled me with thought, and has made me long to read more on
the subject. The romance of the earth is, after all, the most
wonderful of all romances. It's a pity one can't read the first
volume of it, because it is written in a la
