"But this Doctor Dr. Rothman who wrote this let- 

 ter I do not have the honor of knowing him," says 

 the Superintendent. 



" Ah, you are unfortunate," replies the youth " he is 

 a very great man, and I myself will vouch for him in 

 every way." 



Oh! this glowing confidence of youth before there 

 comes a surplus of lime in the bones, or the touch of 

 winter in the heart! The Superintendent smiled. 

 Knock in faith and the door shall be opened there are 

 those whom no one can turn away. A stray bed was 

 found in the garret for the stranger, and the next 

 morning he was earnestly at work cataloging the dried 

 plants in the herbarium, a grievous job that had been 

 long delayed because there was no one to do it. 



LITTLE 

 JOURNEYS 



JHE study of Natural History in the Uni- 

 versity of Upsala was, at this time, at a 

 low ebb. It was like the Art Department 

 in many American colleges: its existence 

 largely confined to the school catalog. 

 There were weeks of biting poverty and 

 neglect for Linnaeus, but he worked away in obscurity 

 and silence and endured, saying all the time, "The 

 sun will come out the sun will come out!' 

 Dr. Olaf Rudbeck had charge of the chair of Botany 

 but seldom sat in it. His business was medicine. He 

 gave no lectures, but the report was that he made his 

 students toil at cultivating his garden this to open up 



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