[infomap-nlp-users] Me so much;--the slate is

[Skurski <fro...@at...>]

 but of the immemorial past--of that epoch when low flat reaches of
primordial continent first rose into form above a Silurian Sea. To
indulge this geologic dream, any fervid and breezeless day there, it is
only necessary to ignore the evolutional protests of a few blue asters
or a few composite flowers of the coryopsis sort, which contrive to
display their rare flashes of color through the general waving of
cat-heads, blood-weeds, wild cane, and marsh grasses. For, at a hasty
glance, the general appearance of this marsh verdure is vague enough, as
it ranges away towards the sand, to convey the idea of amphibious
vegetation,--a primitive flora as yet undecided whether to retain marine
habits and forms, or to assume terrestrial ones;--and the occasional
inspection of surprising shapes might strengthen this fancy. Queer
flat-lying and many-branching things, which resemble sea-weeds in
juiciness and color and consistency, crackle under your feet from time
to time; the moist and weighty air seems heated rather from below than
from above,--less by the sun than by the radiation of a cooling world;
and the mists of morning or evening appear to simulate the vapory
exhalation of volcanic forces,--latent, but only dozing, and
uncomfortably close to the surface. And indeed geologists have actually
averred that those rare elevations of the soil,--which, with their heavy
coronets of eve