“What are the rocks made of, and who made the rocks, and when were they made, and how, and what for?”
Good land! I wuz tuckered out, and told him I guessed I would look out of the winder a spell and take the air.
And then he wanted to know what air wuz made of, and who made it, and if there wuzn’t any air out of the winder if I could make some air.
He didn’t ask so many questions as a general thing—he seemed to be kinder fractious that day. Poor little creeter, he wuz tired out, and I knew it, and I encouraged him to kinder lean up aginst me and take all the rest and comfort he could.
Alice wuz real happy. She’d got some letters that mornin’, and two big ones wuz in one handwritin’—I knew it. She read ’em over two or three times in the train.
Al Faizi looked at her as she read ’em, and his face looked queer—he see the glow on her face, and I see that, like the sun, that bright light could cast a shadder. Sunshine and shadder, how they chase across the landscape of life! How clost they foller each other! What strange picters they make! What thoughts they give!
But to resoom—we got to the Causeway in pretty good season, and we found it wuz a sight, a sight.
It is made of high round columns, or pillows, and you can walk on it jest as you could on the walk Josiah made out to the hen-house out of bricks sot long end up.
But this Giants’ walk is fur, fur immenser than Josiah’s. It is so extremely big that they say the Giants built it. It runs out into the sea in a kind of a curous shape, and is a sight to behold.
I thought I wouldn’t go and see the caves that wuz nigh there. You had to go to ’em in a boat—and as I looked on that boat, and considered the size on’t, and then subtracted the size of it from the bigness of the Atlantic Ocean, I gin up that I wouldn’t tackle it.