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learned that he was a kind and friendly person. So he 

 proved to be. 



When I came to college I chose a room in the corner of 

 Conant Hall, because there was no place where I could be 

 nearer the Museum. I chose Professor Robert T. Jackson 

 as my Freshman Adviser, to my great good fortune, for 

 he and I have been good friends from that day to this. 

 I soon found that Allen roomed in Perkins Hall, directly 

 across Oxford Street from my lodgings, and as soon as I 

 was settled and had an evening clear, I went over and 

 knocked at the door of 28 Perkins Hall. I found him and 

 his roommate, Austin H. Clark, both at home and intro- 

 duced myself. One thing led to another. Austin Clark in- 

 troduced me to Garman in the Museum. Allen introduced 

 me to Henry B. Bigelow, who was preparing to take his 

 doctor's degree, as was Glover. Gradually I found myself 

 at least a tolerated member of a small congenial group of 

 men of the highest intellectual quality, whose conversa- 

 tion was infinitely more enlightening and educational than 

 most of the courses which I took during my not particu- 

 larly distinguished undergraduate career. 



It was while I was in college that my brother Warren 

 contracted tuberculosis and Dr. Trudeau cured him at 

 Saranac. Then he advised Warren to go to Bermuda for 

 the winter. I joined him for the Christmas holidays. As 

 usual, I was infatuated with the chance to collect. The 

 coral reefs at Hungry Bay were easily reached at low tide, 

 and everything was new and enchanting. 



I stayed in Bermuda long after I should have been back 

 in Cambridge. On my return I got more or less caught up, 

 but my marks were not very good. The next spring Dr. 



