Before it had come to an end there was a clusther of ruined cabins, with not a roof to every half-score of them; and in one of the desolatest there was a widda woman stretched dyin’ on a heap of straw, and praying her one misfortunate boy, and that was meself, to leave her to die alone, and to save himself from the bloodhounds, that was sure to scent him out before long.

When admitted to perfect vision, we shall find, that our clearest apprehensions and brightest uptakings of him below, differed but a degree from ignorance.

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But Hutton’s insights really came into their own in the Romantic era of the 19th century. The affective register of deep time was one of terror and wonder, fashioned to fit a vision of the sublime that transcended and yet somehow affirmed humanity.