There it stands, a vast monument of the geological periods that must have elapsed since the mountain ridge, of which it was formerly a part, was washed by the action of old Ocean's waves into mere sandhills at its feet.

The stone is so friable that names can be cut in it to almost any depth with a pocket-knife: so loose, indeed, is it, that one almost feels alarmed lest it should fall while he is scratching at its base.

In a small orifice or chamber of the pillar I discovered an opossum asleep, the first I had seen in this part of the country.

We turned our backs upon this peculiar monument, and left it in its loneliness and its grandeur--"clothed in white sandstone, mystic, wonderful!" From hence we travelled nearly west, and in seventeen miles came to some very high sandhills, at whose feet the river swept.

We followed round them to a convenient spot, and one where our horses could water without bogging.