Archibald Geikie,
The Story of a Boulder; or, Gleanings from the Note-book of a Field Geologist
“ Beginning our investigation at the horizon of the Burdiehouse limestone, we saw the curtain rise slowly from off a wide estuary, in which there gambolled large bone-covered fishes, while huge pine-trees—branchless and bare, seed-cones, fern-fronds, and twigs of club-moss, floated slowly away out to sea. The panorama moved on, and brought before us the ocean-bed of the Roman Camp limestone, with its groves of stone-lilies and bunches of coral; its tiny shells moored to the bottom, or creeping slowly athwart the limy floor, or spreading out their many arms, and rising or sinking at will. ”
