A Journey into the Interior of

ushed into his little house, No. 19 K?nigstrasse, one of the

s very much behindhand, for the dinner

that most impatient of men is hungr

poor Martha in great alarm, ha

half cooked, for it is not two yet. Saint Mich

the master com

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I will run and hide myself

ed in safety into

r? With this persuasion I was hurrying away to my own little retreat upstairs, when the street door creaked upon its hinges; heavy feet made the

hazel stick into a corner, his rough broadbrim upon

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move when the Professor w

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w that; but unless he very considerably changes as he gro

t of his class, or about the degree of attention with which they listened to him, or the success which might eventually crown his labours. Such little matters of detail never troubled him much. His teaching was as the German philo

a few professo

eplored in a speaker. The fact is, that during the course of his lectures at the Johann?um, the Professor often came to a complete standstill; he fought with wilful words that refused to pass

wish to say a word against so respectable a science, far be that from me. True, in the august presence of rhombohedral crystals, retinasphaltic resins

ents laid wait for him in dangerous places, and when he began to stumble, loud was the laughter, which is not in good taste, not even in Germans. And i

the genius of a true geologist with the keen eye of the mineralogist. Armed with his hammer, his steel pointer, his magnetic needles, his blowpipe, and his bottle of nitric acid, he was a powerful man of science. H

mburg. Becquerel, Ebelman, Brewster, Dumas, Milne-Edwards, Saint-Claire-Deville frequently consulted him upon the most difficult problems in chemistry, a science which was indebted to him for considerable dis

tor of the museum of mineralogy formed by M. Struve, the Russian am

fifty he must own to. His restless eyes were in incessant motion behind his full-sized spectacles. His long, thin nose was like a knife blade. Boys have been heard to remark that that

half, and that in walking he kept his fists firmly closed, a sure sign of an irritable temperament, I thi

ble cut into steps; it looked upon one of those winding canals which intersect each other in the

ty-thre

d for pointing out here an anachronism, unless we are to assume that

little to one side, like the cap over the left ear of a Tugendbund student; its lines wanted accuracy; but after all, it stood f

hing in it. The living contents were his god-daughter Gr?uben, a young Virlandaise of sev

ll its kindred sciences; the blood of a mineralogist was in m

me. But the man had no notion how to wait; nature herself was too slow for him. In April, after he had planted in the terra-cotta pots outside his window seedling plants of mignonette and convolvulus,