The Meeting-Place of Geology and History

The Meeting-Place of Geology and History

Sir John William Dawson

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The Meeting-Place of Geology and History by Sir John William Dawson

The Meeting-Place of Geology and History Chapter 1 No.1

"This is one of the most interesting of the series to which it belongs. It is the result of personal observation, and the work of a practised geological observer."-The British Quarterly Review.

THE MEETING-PLACE

OF

Geology and History

BY

SIR J. WILLIAM DAWSON, LL.D., F.R.S.

AUTHOR OF

"THE EARTH AND MAN," "MODERN IDEAS OF EVOLUTION,"

"THE CHAIN OF LIFE IN GEOLOGICAL TIME," ETC.

FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY

New York Chicago Toronto

The Religious Tract Society, London

Copyright, 1894

Fleming H. Revell Company

PREFACE

The object of this little book is to give a clear and accurate statement of facts bearing on the character of the debatable ground intervening between the later part of the geological record and the beginnings of sacred and secular history.

The subject is one as yet full of difficulty; but the materials for its treatment have been rapidly accumulating, and it is hoped that it may prove possible to render it more interesting and intelligible than heretofore.

J. W. D.

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