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Again, it is largely on the supposition of this antecedently unlikely uniformity, that Mr. Laing argues to the antiquity of life on earth; whereas Lyell's conclusion warrants nothing of the kind, being simply: that present causes, "given sufficient time," would produce the observed effects. Our tests of geologic time are denudation and deposition.
We have still to speak of the expedition which cost Alexander Gordon Laing his life; but before giving our necessarily brief account, for his journals were all lost, we must say a few words about his early life and an interesting excursion made by him to Timmannee, Kouran and Soolimana, when he discovered the sources of the Niger.
"Did I not tell you you would be frightened?" Colin Laing said. "I am not frightened at all," Hamish answered, indignantly. But as the train began to move more quickly, Hamish's hands, that held firmly by the wooden seat on which he was sitting, tightened and still further tightened their grasp, and his teeth got clinched, while there was an anxious look in his eyes.
We must be getting back. Laing's coming to lunch." "Where arc the Deanes?" "Lady Deane's gone to Belleville with your father to see slums, and Roger's playing tennis with Laing. He said we weren't to wait lunch. Are you hungry, Dolly?" "Not very. It seems only an hour since breakfast." "How charming of you! We've been walking here since ten o'clock." "Mr.
From the summit of a lofty rock, Laing saw Mount Loma, the highest of the chain of which it forms part. "The point," says the traveller, "from which the Niger issues, was now shown to me, and appeared to be at the same level on which I stood, viz., 1600 feet above the level of the Atlantic; the source of the Rokelle, which I had already measured, being 1470 feet.
Yet its very virtues undid it in the prematurely suspicious eyes of Arthur Laing. For no sooner was he left alone than he threw down his paper and began to chuckle. "All for my benefit, that, eh? 'Goodnight, Mary! 'Good-night, John! Lord! Lord!" and he rose, lit a cigarette, and ordered a brandy-and-soda. And ever and again he smiled. He felt very acute indeed.
Crash! A loud noise came from the door, as if of some metallic substance thrown against the panels. "Hullo!" said Laing. "Oh, somebody tumbled downstairs," said Deane reassuringly. "Don't move, Miss Bussey." "Oh, but Sir Roger, what is it? What do you think? It didn't sound at all like what you say." The General laughed. "Come, Miss Bussey, I don't suppose it's "
Laing was born in Edinburgh in 1794, entered the English army at the age of sixteen, and soon distinguished himself. In 1820 he had gained the rank of Lieutenant, and was serving as aide-de-camp to Sir Charles Maccarthy, then Governor General of Western Africa. At this time war was raging between Amara, the Mandingo almamy, and Sannassi, one of his principal chiefs.
I thought the least I could do was to imitate the noble example, which The Desert reports of Major Laing Sooner than forswear my religion, be it good or bad, it was better to die!
David Laing, in his excellent preface to Brodie's Diary, is good enough to set down the absence of Brodie's name from the Covenant to his youth and retired habits. I wish I could take his editor's lenient view of Brodie's absence from Greyfriars church on the testing day of the Covenant. It would be an immense relief to me if I could persuade myself to look at Brodie in that matter with Mr.
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