It is a very
affecting sight, and people laugh till they cry as they watch
her.--Yours truly,
M.B.C.S.
FLINT ONCE WAS SPONGE.
You never would think it, would you, my dears? But the Little
Schoolma'am says that it was; and she always is right.
She says that flint really is nothing more nor less than sponge turned
to stone. Once the sponge grew at the bottom of the sea, as other
sponges grow now; but that was ages and ages ago, and since then the
sponge, turned to flint, has lain covered by rocks and earth of many
kinds piled thick above it. Seen with a microscope, flint shows the
make of sponge in its fibers; and sometimes you can see, bedded in it,
the shells of the tiny creatures on which the sponge had fed. Now and
then, inside a flint, will be found bits of the sponge not yet changed.
That last proof settles it; but I must say it's hard to believe;--hard
as the flint, almost.
SOME OLD PUZZLES.
Here are two letters, with old puzzles in them, that may amuse you for
a while on one of these shivery evenings, my chicks. I'll tell you the
answers next month.
Michigan.
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