and shoulders above every one in Germany," yet I venture to say that, 

 for every one who knew of Gegenbaur, there were a thousand that 

 knew of Haeckel. His popular books, translated into all languages, 

 and his noisy championship of Darwin had made him known through- 

 out the world. Haeckel was a man of brilliant gifts and great personal 

 charm, but he should have been a poet and not a man of science, for 

 he lacked a regard for the truth. Balfour publicly protested against 

 Haeckel's garbled reproduction of his (Balfour's) figures and I very 

 soon reached the conclusion that Haeckel's unsupported statement was 

 no proof of the accuracy of his observations. 



I have never been able to understand the warm friendship between 

 Gegenbaur and Haeckel, for Gegenbaur was honesty personified and 

 would have despised, in any one else, the charlatan streak that showed 

 in Haeckel. Indeed, he had small respect for most of his German col- 

 leagues and, in conversation with me, frequently said the most savage 

 things about them. His manners were far from polished and, while I 

 know nothing of his parentage, he impressed me as having come from 

 peasant or artisan stock. He could not endure stupidity in any form 

 and, with his commanding intellect, eminently sound judgement and 

 habits of authority, he could make himself singularly disagreeable. He 

 had a fund of dry humour and exercised it without respect of persons. 

 Professor Stieda, an eminent histologist, in passing through Heidel- 

 berg, called on Gegenbaur and sent in a much soiled visiting card. When 

 the visitor was taking his leave, the Pacha handed him back his card, 

 with the cutting words: "Hier, Herr Kollege, vielleicht konnen Sie das 

 wieder brauchen." 



Gegenbaur had a great dislike of my friend. Kitchen Parker, of 

 London, whom he accused of having taken, without acknowledge- 

 ment, some of the technical terms which he, Gegenbaur, had devised. 

 One day, in the laboratory, he worked himself into quite a passion on 

 this topic and roared out: "Der Parker ist ein ganz gemeiner Kerl 

 and you can tell him I said so." To any one who knew Parker this was 

 ridiculous; not only was he the last man in the world to take credit that 

 didn't belong to him, but he could not read a word of German and 

 knew nothing of Gegenbaur's papers. I was still too much in awe of the 

 Pacha to stand up to him in defence of Parker, as I wished to do and 

 ought to have done. 



Near the end of my first semester in Heidelberg, Gegenbaur and I 

 were discussing some problem that had arisen in connection with my 

 work and he said: "Have you seen Kupifer's paper on that point.''" I 



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