Charles Robert Darwin and Alfred Russel Wallace, LITTLE 

 brothers in spirit and lovers to the end of their days. JOURNEYS 



N an insignificant village of England, now 

 famous alone because he began from there 

 his world explorations, Alfred Russel Wal- 

 lace was born in 1822. 



He was one of a large family, of the mid- 

 dle class, where work is as natural as life, 

 and the indispensable virtues are followed as a means 

 of self-preservation. It is most unfortunate to attain 

 such a degree of success that you think you can waive 

 the decalog and give Nemesis the slip. 

 About the year 1840, the railroad renaissance was on 

 in England, and young Wallace, alive, alert, active, 

 did his turn as apprentice to a surveyor. 

 Chance is a better schoolmaster than Design. 

 All boys have a taste for tent life, and healthy young- 

 sters not quite grown, with ostrich digestions, passing 

 through the nomadic stage, revel in hardships & count 

 it a joy to sleep on the ground where they can look up 

 at the stars, and eat out of a skillet. 

 A little later we find Alfred working for his elder brother 

 in an architect's office, gazing abstractedly out of the 

 window betimes, and wishing he were a ground-squir- 

 rel, fancy free on the heath and amid the heather, dig- 

 ging holes, thus avoiding introspection. " Houses are 

 prisons," he said, and sang softly to himself the song 

 of the open road. 



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