What fun to find a fossil butter firkin! But now lift up your eyes to the jagged mountain crests, and their dark sides all laced with silver streams.

Out of every crack and cranny there aloft, the rain is bringing down dirt, and stones too, which have been split off by the winter's frosts, deepening every little hollow, and sharpening every peak, and making the hills more jagged and steep year by year.
When the ice went away, the hills were all scraped smooth and round by the glaciers, like the flat rock upon the lawn; and ugly enough they must have looked, most like great brown buns.

But ever since then, Madam How has been scooping them out again by her water-chisel into deep glens, mighty cliffs, sharp peaks, such as you see aloft, and making the old hills beautiful once more.

Why, even the Alps in Switzerland have been carved out by frost and rain, out of some great flat.

The very peak of the Matterhorn, of which you have so often seen a picture, is but one single point left of some enormous bun of rock.