PROFESSOR SCUDDER 



thusiastically 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 cat- 

 alogue. 



'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 ex- 

 tended to the details of every subsequent 

 study; a legacy the Professor has 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 amusing 

 ourselves with chalking outlandish beasts on 

 the Museum blackboard. We drew prancing 

 starfishes; frogs in mortal combat; hydra- 

 headed worms; stately crawfishes, standing on 



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