It was more than fifteen years ago that I entered the laboratory of Professor Agassiz, and told him I had enrolled my name in the Scientific School as a student of natural history. He asked me a few questions about my object in coming, my antecedents generally, the mode in which I afterwards proposed to use the knowledge I night acquire, and finally, whether I wished to study any special branch. To the latter I replied that, while I wished to be well grounded in all departments of zoology, I proposed to devote myself specially to insects.
"When do you wish to begin?" he asked.
"Now," I replied.
This seemed to please him, and with an energetic "Very Well!" he reached from a shelf a huge jar of specimens in yellow alcohol. "Take the fish," he said, "and look at it; we call it a haelulon; by and by I will ask what you have seen."
With that he left me, but in a moment returned with explicit instructions as to the care of the objedct entrusted to me.
"No man is fit to be a naturalist," said he, "who does not know how to take care of specimens."
I was to keep the fish before me in a tin tray, and occationally moisten the surface with alcohol from the jar, always taking care to replace the stopper tightly. Those were not the days of ground-glass stoppers and elegantly shaped exhibition jars; all the old students will recall the huge neckless glass bottles with their leaky, wax-besmeared corks, half eaten by insects, and begrimed with cellar dust. Entomology was a cleaner science than ichthyology, but the example of the Professor, who had unhesitating plunged to the bottom of the jar to produce the fish, was infectious; and though this alcohol had a "very ancient and fishlike smell," I really dared not show any aversion within these sacred precincts, and treated the alcohol as though it were pure water. Still I was concious of passing feeling of disappointment, for gazing at a fish did not commend itself to an ardent entomologist. My friends at home, too, were annoyed when they discovered that no amount of eau-de-Cologne would drown the perfume which haunted me like a shadow.
In ten minutes I had seem all that could be seen in that fish, and started in search of the Professor -- who had, however, left the Museuml and when I returned, after lingering over some of the odd animals stored in the upper apartment, my specimen was dry all over. I dashed the fluid over the fish as if to resuscitate the beast from a fainting fit, and looked with anxiety for a return to the normal sloppy appearance. This little excitement over, nothing was to be done but to return to a steadfast gaze at my mute companion. Half an hour passed -- an hour -- another hour; the fish began to look loathsome. I turned it over and aroundl looked it in the face -- ghastly; from behind, beneath, above, sideways, at a three-quarter’s view -- just as ghastly. I was in despair; at an early hour I concluded that lunch was necessary; so, with infinite relief, the fish was carefully replaced in the jar, and for an hour I was free.
On my return, I learned that Professor Agassiz had been at the Museum, but had gone, and would not return for several hours. My fellow-students were too busy to be disturbed by continued conversation. Slowly I drew forth that hideous fish, and with a feeling of desperation again looked at it. I might not use a magnifying glassl instruments of all kinds were interdicted. My two hands, my two eyes and the fish: It seemed a most limited field. I pushed my finger down its throat to feel how sharp the teeth were. I began to count the scales in the diferent rows, until I was convinced that that was nonsense. At last a happy thought struck me -- I would draw the fish; and now with surprise I began to discover new features in the creature. Just then the Professor returned.
"That’s right," he said; "a pencil is one of the best of eyes. I am glad to notice, too, that you keep your specimen wet, and your bottle corked."
With these encouraging words, he added:
"Well, what is it like?"
He listened attentively to my brief rehearsal of the structure of parts whose names were still unknown to me: the fringed gill-arches and moveable operculum; the pores of the head, fleshly lips and lidless eyes; the lateral line, the spinous fins and forked tail; the compressed and arched body. When I finished, he waited as if expecting me, and then, with an air of disappointment:
"You have not looked very carefully; why," he continued more earnestly, "you haven’t even seen one of the most conspicuous features of the animal, which is as plainly before your eyes as the fish itself; look again, look again!" and he left me to my misery.
I was piqued; I was mortified. STill more of that wretched fish! But now I set myself to my task with a will, and discovered one new thing after another, until I saw how the just the Professor’s criticism had been. The afternoon passed quickly; and when towards its close, the Professor inquired:
"Do you see it yet?"
"No," I replied, "I am certain I do not, but I see how little I saw before."
"That is next best," said he, earnestly, "but I won’t hear you now; out away your fish and go home; perhaps you will be ready with a better answer in the morning. I will examine you before you look at the fish."
This was disconcerting. Not only must I think of my fish all nightm studying, without the object before me, what this unknown but most visible feature might be; but also, without reviewing my discoveries, I must give an exact account of them the next day. I had a bad memory; so I walked home by Charles River in a distracted state, with my two perplexities.
The cordial greeting from the Professor the next morning was assuring; here was a man who seemed to be quite as anxious as I that I should see for myself what he saw.
"Do you perhaps mean," I asked, "that the fish has symmetrical sides with paired organs?"
His thoroughly pleased "Of course! of course!" repaid the wakeful hours of the previous night. After he had discoursed most happily and enthusiastically -- as he always did -- upon the importance of this point, I ventured to ask what I should do next.
"Oh look at your fish!" he said, and left me again to my own devices. In a little more than an hour he returned, and heard my new catalogue.
"That is good, that is good!" he repeated; "but that is not all; go on"; and so for three long days he placed that fish before my eyes, forbidding me to look at anything else, or to use any artificial aid. "Look, look, look," was his repeated injunction.
This was the best entomological lesson I ever had -- a lesson whose influence has extended to the details of every subsequent study; a legacy of Professor had left to me, as he has left it to many others, of inestimable value, which we could not buy, with which we cannot part.
A year afterward, some of us were anusing ourselves with chalking outlandish beasts on the Museum blackboard. We drew prancing starfishes; frongs in mortal conbet; hydra-headed worms; stately crawfishes, standing on their tails, bearing aloft unbrellas; and groteque fishes with gaping mouths and staring eyes. The Profeddoe came in shortly after, and was as amused as any at our experiments. He looked at the starfishes.
"Haemulons, every one of the," he said; "Mr. ------ drew them."
True; and to this day, if I attempt a fish, I can on;y draw nothing but haemulons.
The fourth day, a second fish of the same group was placed beside the first, and I was bidden to point out the resemblances and differences between the two; another and another followed, until the entire family lay before me, and a whole legion of jars covered the table and surrounding shelves; the inch worm-eaten cork brings fragrant memories.
The whole group of haemulons was thus brought in review; and, whether engaged upon the dissection of the internal organs, the preparation and examination of the boney framework, or the description of the various part, Agassiz’s training in the method of observing facts and their orderly arrangement was ever accompanied by the urgent exhortation not to be content with them.
"Facts are stupid things," he would say, "until brought into connection with some general law."
At the end of eight months, it was almost with reluctance that I left these friends and turned to insects; but what I had gained by this outside experience has been of greater value than years of later investigation in my favorite groups.
1875
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