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“red infinitesimal?” and “lesser infinitesimal?” But no one failed to appre- 
ciate the quantity of plant and animal matter, both living and dead, in soil. 
In the evening the work-shop buzzes with activity. The marine lifers 
have filled the aquaria with the day’s collection of jelly-fish, sea cucumbers, 
star fish, and are studying the specimens. One group is examining plankton 
under a microscope. They are making a chart of the plankton to be found 
in Muskongus Bay. A professional artist in the group is drawing the 
specimens as he sees them in the microscope and transferring his tissue 
drawings to the charts. Others work on the identifications, and the lettering 
of the chart. The insect students are mounting, identifying, and labeling 
their collections. Someone is feeding the snakes and lizards, frogs and 
toads in the terraria. Around a great table the plant life students are 
squinting through magnifying glasses, arguing over the number of peri- 
stome teeth in a particular moss which is defying identification. I was 
eager to learn how to use a botanical key so that I could identify the 
plants in my own community. I brought back specimens from each trip 
in a vasculum, and spent the evening taking them apart. With Miss 
Wiley’s generous help I learned the technical terms used in a key and 
began to talk quite airily about monocots, dicots, and vascular bundles! 
In the lbrary in the “Fish House” others are reading, or chatting in 
small groups with the staff and with one another. An important part of 
camp life is the contact with 50 other people all interested. in the same 
things, and all there for some definite purpose. <A biology teacher from 
Costa Rica is learning techniques to use in his own country. A vivacious 
young woman who does volunteer work in the Madison Square Boy’s Club 
in New York City wants to know how to bring nature appreciation to the 
slum dwellers of concrete-bound Manhattan. <A personnel director for a 
large manufacturing plant believes that if she can interest some of her 
problem cases in nature study she can help to unravel their emotional and 
personality difficulties. Another young teacher is tackling juvenile delin- 
quency in her community through directed play and the development of 
hobbies. There were scout leaders and camp counselors, representatives of 
women’s garden clubs, a director of recreational work in the Chicago city 
parks, a state forestry worker, and many who were there simply because 
they love the outdoors and all it means in enriched living. 
John H. Baker, the president of the National Audubon Society comes 
up to Hog Island every two weeks to meet and chat with the campers. 
Each group, too, has the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Millicent Todd Bingham, 
and her husband, Dr. Walter V. Bingham. It was Mrs. Bingham who 
rescued the island from lumber interests. Through her efforts the Todd 
Wildlife Sanctuary was established as a memorial to her mother, and 
leased for a dollar a year to the National Audubon Society as the site for 
a camp. Her story “Rescuing an Island” appeared in Natural History 
Magazine, May, 1937. Mrs. Bingham is the daughter of a famous astron- 
omer, David Todd, with whom she traveled throughout the world on 
scientific expeditions. She became a notable professor of geography, a 
lecturer and a writer. With her mother, Mabel Loomis Todd, she edited 
the last poems of Emily Dickenson to be given to the world, “‘Bolts of 
