CHAPTER VII
(JULY)
They flung them over to Roxbury Hills;
They flung them over the plain;
And all over Milton and Dorchester too
Great lumps from the pudding the giants threw.
They tumbled about like rain.
—The Ballad of the Boulders.
THE STONES OF THE FIELD
In our rambles during the summer vacation season we are constantly coming across boulders; in the mountains, in the fields and by the sea. In the mountains and near rocky headlands or at the foot of the cliffs we take them for granted; they have evidently fallen from the rock walls above them. But haven't you often wondered how they got out on the prairies far from any rock masses? This chapter tells about that and other curious things in the lives of the great Boulder family.