LITTLE with close growing shrubbery, and after traversing the 

 JOURNEYS winding paths one reaches the lecture hall, built after 

 the Greek with porches, peristyle and gently ascend- 

 ing marble steps. On entering the building, the first 

 object that attracts the visitor is the life-size statue of 

 Linnaeus. 



To the left, a half-mile away, is the old cathedral a 

 place that never much interested Linnaeus. But there 

 now rests his dust, and in windows and also in storied 

 bronze his face, form and fame endure. 

 In the meantime, we have left the young man sitting 

 on a boulder looking down at the town ere he goes 

 forward to possess it. He adjusts his shoes with their 

 gaping wounds, shakes the dust from his cap, and then 

 takes from his pack a faded neck-scarf, puts it on and 

 he is ready. 



Descending the hill he forgets his lameness, waives 

 the stone-bruises and walks confidently to the Botani- 

 cal Garden, which he views with a critical eye. Next, 

 he enquires for the Superintendent who lives near. 

 The young man presents his credentials from Roth- 

 man who describes the youth as one who knows and 

 loves the flowers, and who can be useful in office or 

 garden and is not above spade and hoe. 

 The Superintendent looks at the pink face, touched 

 with bronze from days in the open air, notes the long 

 yellow hair, beholds the out-of-door look of fortitude 

 that comes from hard, and plain fare, and inwardly 

 compares these things with the lack of them in some 

 of his students. 

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