feet from the base, the diminutive building is actually 
                    surrounded with what the observer at first sight takes to 
                    be vicious looking pieces of artillery, ready to blaze away 
                    alike on friend or foe, but on closer inspection these turn 
                    out to be very peaceable gargoyles. They are eight in number, 
                    and very peaceable indeed, for most of them have their mouths 
                    gagged. Some of them it is evident, from the fineness of the 
                    workmanship, belonged to the original building; others have 
                    been restored. Another six feet or so above the gargoyles 
                    brings us to the summit of this octagonal building. Thus we 
                    have a height in all, from base to parapet, of fifteen feet 
                    to a nearness. There is a touch of carved work over each of 
                    the gargoyles. 
                    Towards the west side there is a wicket gate, showing a dungeon 
                    on a small scale. There are no windows to give light to it, 
                    and we have no evidence to show what it was meant for, or 
                    that a refractory person was ever incarcerated there. 
                    The circumference of the building is about forty feet. 
                    Towards the eastern side is the entrance to the top. That 
                    a very strong door had hung here in former times to debar 
                    intruders is evident from the powerful iron sockets still 
                    fixed in the door cheeks. There are nine steps leading to 
                    the platform, and bounding up we find a ridge about three 
                    feet in height surrounding the structure. Capping the ridge 
                    are eight very strong corner stones: these from the outside 
                    give the building its octagonal appearance. These corner stones 
                    are firmly bolted down with flat iron bands, and deeply cut 
                    into each stone is a square recess meant apparently for a 
                    flagstaff. Examining with not a little curiosity that great 
                    oval-shaped, finely preserved monster monolith, rearing its 
                    head heavenwards, defying the elements as proudly to-day as 
                    it challenged and defied them centuries ago, we wonderingly 
                    inquire, " Is this a pillar cut out of one great solid 
                    block of stone?" 
                    Just then we remembered a visit paid to a coal pit on Tranent 
                    estate some twenty odd years ago, where the miners had actually 
                    worked their way through an old forest there, and everywhere 
                    we found great tree roots, solid stone, petrified trees, monsters 
                    of the forest; some as if they had been cut by the axe of 
                    the woodman in long distant ages, and others as if they had 
                    been broken over by the force of the raging storm, while all 
                    around stood great upright trees whose weighty trunks pierced 
                    the roof, but how far they pierced the roof no one ever tried 
                    to find out. One of these upright fossil trees came directly 
                    in the way of a miner's working-place. He worked carefully 
                    all around and left it standing, a curious yet beautiful 
                    pillar. It was straight as a pine and about thirty inches 
                    in circumference. Some eight feet of this petrified tree was 
                    exposed, but how deep or how high it went was never learned. 
                    There were quite a number of fossil trees in this old forest, 
                    far surpassing the Cross in circumference, but none so nicely 
                    shaped. They were all left standing. Of the root stumps, eight 
                    were sketched and described in the Evening Dispatch of 
                    that day. These were afterwards, at the instigation of Messrs 
                    James Waldie and Sons, brought to the surface, borne to Edinburgh, 
                    and shown at the International Exhibition there. Examine carefully 
                    this mighty pillar at Preston. Behold the grains as in wood, 
                    how they run upwards, and observe that pieces shell off its 
                    sides as old bark does off a tree. Probably this mighty pillar, 
                    whereever it came from, is neither more nor less than a tree 
                    fossil. 
                    The great pillar is planted exactly in the centre of the octagonal 
                    building, and the base into which it is batted with lead is 
                    a solid block of bluish whinstone. In this block may be observed 
                    a quartette of neatly cut holes. These recesses held the feet 
                    of a table which was wont to encircle the pillar long ago, 
                    and on which the chapmen of old were wont to transact their 
                    business annually. 
                    The pillar at its base is 43 inches in circumference; 36 inches 
                    up, it is 42 inches; and 6 feet from the base, it measures 
                    41 inches in circumference. The pillar is exactly 21 feet 
                    in length, and losing as it does 1 inch in 36, its circumference 
                    at the top must still be about 36 inches. It is square-cut 
                    at the upper end, with some beautiful carving on it. 
                    Over and above these 21 feet, another 3 feet may be added 
                    to its height, on account of the " Puggy " surmounting 
                    the whole. 
                    Years ago, when no one took any interest in the cross, many 
                    a mischievous urchin in passing would run in with his hands 
                    full of stones, to " get a crack at the puggy on the 
                    top o'the pole. " This so-called " Puggy " 
                    surmounting the pillar, is a beautiful work of art, in the 
                    form of a unicorn, posing erect, and on the breast of the 
                    unicorn, easily discernible from the ground, on a shield stands 
                    the lion rampant, etc. 
                    The head of the unicorn was wont to be adorned with the ever-accompanying 
                    horn; but one day, some forty years ago, Jock Burns, a stirring 
                    youth, who worked in the gardens with the present tenant's 
                    father, was having a " prap at the Puggy " with 
                    a stone when he smashed the outstanding horn in pieces. It 
                    has never been replaced, and perhaps never will, unless Jock 
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