I prepared slides from things at hand, as the books suggested. All I saw in the microscope after a week was a wet chip of dried grass, much enlarged.Īll that winter I played with the microscope. You added water to it, and after a week it became a jungle in a drop, full of one-celled animals. One of the test tubes contained “hay infusion.” Hay infusion was a wee brown chip of grass blade. The microscope kit supplied a blunt black three-speed microscope, a booklet, a scalpel, a dropper, an ingenious device for cutting thin segments of fragile tissue, a pile of clean slides and cover slips, and a dandy array of corked test tubes. I supplied a chair, a lamp, a batch of jars, a candle, and a pile of library books. In a dark basement corner, on a white enamel table, I set up the microscope kit. Although usually I had to save my allowance for things I wanted, that year for Christmas my parents gave me a microscope kit. Detectives used microscopes, both for the FBI and at Scotland Yard. Primary Text: “From An American Childhood” From An American ChildhoodĪfter I read The Field Book of Ponds and Streams several times, I longed for a microscope.
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