Part 5

All seeds, then, are eggs just ready for hatching. They are like fish eggs, however, rather than like birds’ eggs, because the little fish and the little plant both save most of their yolk to use in getting a start in the world after they are hatched out. But the birds, you will recall, because they have large eggs and plenty of room inside, keep on growing till the yolk is all gone, and then hatch.

The little plant, as you might expect, gets inside its seed almost exactly as the little bird or frog or fish gets inside its egg. The “string beans” which we eat in the summer are fat pods stuffed out with bean-stuff to be used in making seeds. There are tiny beans inside, which are new-laid bean eggs, and so have no little plant inside, but only bean-stuff. The little bean plant, starting from nothing, forms one part after another, like chick and fish.

But where does the egg come from in the first place? The bean egg forms in the pod, too small at first to be seen at all, and keeps growing until it is big enough to begin to form the new plant. In exactly the same way, the mother fish, and the mother frog, and the hen, have a sort of pod inside them. First this pod stuffs and fattens itself out with egg-stuff, like a string bean. Then some of it turns into little eggs, too small to be seen. These grow and grow, like the beans in the pod, while the pod shrinks away. Only after they have grown a great deal, do they begin to form little beans, or fish or chicks inside.

First of all, in short, the bean pod begins as a minute speck and grows into a proper pod. Then the bean inside this pod begins as a minute speck, and grows into a proper bean. Then the new bean plant inside this bean begins as a minute speck and grows into a proper bean plant, ready to be hatched out and shift for itself. So part of the mother plant becomes pod, and part of the pod becomes bean, and part of the bean becomes little growing plant. So it is with little fishes and little birds and little rabbits and puppies and kittens and all the rest of the little animals that you know.

What Little Boys and Girls are Made Of

“What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? Snaps and snails and puppy dog’s tails; That’s what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of, made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and all that’s nice; That’s what little girls are made of.”

So says the old nursery rhyme. It has this much truth in it, that little boys and little girls are far from being alike, and it isn’t worth while to try to make either one over into the other. What little boys and girls are really made of, and all other living things as well, is a much longer story.

Oddly enough one can tell this story more simply by telling first about little star-fish and sea-urchins, and what they are made of. Star-fishes’ and sea-urchins’ eggs (for the two creatures are really very much alike, for all they look so different) are much like the eggs of fishes. They are round and transparent, and so minute that they look like fine red dust in the water. Naturally, therefore, few people ever see them at all.

Each of these eggs is a tiny drop of fluid substance with a very thin skin round it. It is in fact, not unlike a toy rubber balloon, filled with thin jelly mixed with oil, and set floating in the water.

This then is the young egg, before there is any sign of a growing creature inside. One would perhaps expect to see the oil and jelly mixture change gradually into a star-fish. Instead of this, however, this little balloon-like affair splits squarely in two, and makes two little balloons just alike, which lie side by side and more or less flattened against one another, like two soap bubbles blown from the same pipe. In about a half hour, each of these balloons or bubbles, “cells” as they have come to be called, has divided again; so that now there are four. The four soon become eight; the eight, sixteen. In the course of a few hours, there are hundreds, all sticking together and all very minute; so that the whole mass looks like the heap of soap bubbles which one blows by putting the pipe under the surface of the soap suds.

So the first single cell of the new laid egg, small as it was, has become several hundred still smaller. These, however, are not yet star-fish, but only star-fish-stuff, arranged in a little pile like a heap of bricks, and all ready to build into a star-fish.

Now if a man is building a house out of bricks, he piles the bricks near where the house is going to be; and then he takes them, a few at a time, and cements them into his wall. Not so the star-fish house. This has to be built right in the living brick pile. It is as if we dumped a heap of bricks in a field, and then each brick of its own accord got up and went to its proper place in the house. The little ball of cells which is the egg, begins to swell, and fold, and move. It pushes out one part here, and doubles in another there. The cells divide rapidly in one place, and form a thick solid bunch; in another they spread to a thin sheet. By and by, there is a little creature; not indeed a star-fish, but something with a stomach and an outside skin, and between the two, certain nondescript cells, which later on are going to make the hard skeleton and the muscles. After this, the cells still keep on dividing, but instead of getting smaller and smaller, they wait each time they divide till they grow to full size again. Thus the baby star-fish grows. And by growing fast in some places, and slowly in others, and in still others not growing at all, it changes at length into a veritable star, altho no bigger than a grain of sand.

All eggs change into little animals in this same way. The hen’s egg yolk is such a cell—a thin skin filled with oil and jelly. The frog’s egg is another, with one side colored black. The fish egg is like the others, with an especially clear jelly that one can easily see into. Frog eggs and star-fish eggs and sea-urchin eggs, most sorts of eggs in fact, split fairly in two the first time they split at all, the whole yolk divides and the little animal, from the first moment when there is any at all, is always as large as the egg. But birds’ eggs, most fish eggs, and some other sorts too, are so loaded down with fat that the egg does not divide clear thru, but as I have already explained, only at a tiny spot on one side where the jelly is thickest. But whether this pile of minute cells which is the heap of little animal bricks, is a small spot on the side of a large egg or the whole of a small one, it all comes to the same thing in the end. When the proper moment arrives, the living cell bricks move to their appointed stations, and the new creature begins to form.

Now we know what little boys and girls are made of. They are built of enormous numbers of these living bricks which we call cells, just as other living creatures are. All of us, men or animals, trees, bushes, or grass, were once, each of us, just one single round cell which divided, and divided, and divided again, until it became a vast number. Out of this vast number the new plant or animal builds itself.

If it is an animal like ourselves, this body stuff, before it becomes a body, is a round ball. A furrow doubles in along the place where the back is to be, and becomes the spinal cord. A rod strings itself along underneath this, and becomes the backbone. The front end of the spinal cord grows faster than the rest, becomes larger, and is the brain. The brain buds out into the eyes. The outer surface of the body, not yet turned into skin, buds inward and makes the ear. Four outgrowths come down from the forehead to make the face. The limbs begin as shapeless knobs, and grow out slowly into arms and legs. Sometimes these make a mistake at their ends, and split into six fingers or toes instead of the customary five. Then if the little creature is a human baby, the Doctor has to cut one of these off; but if it’s a kitten we say it has double paws and will be a good mouser—tho really I don’t suppose it makes the least difference.

Most of our growing, then, is just the increase in numbers of these little living bricks. There is a spot at the bottom of each finger nail where the nail cells are dividing and pushing out the finger nail. The white spots in the nail do not mean that one has been telling white lies, as some people say. They come because one happens to bruise the soft “root” of the nail where the nail cells are new and easily hurt like the soft flesh of a little child.

When we were very much younger than we are now we had no teeth. As biting-time drew near, the cells of the thin skin which lines the mouth began to multiply so rapidly where the two gums touch one another that they soon formed a thick ridge growing back into the jaw. A little later, and this ridge continued to grow at twenty separate points while it stopped growing everywhere else. Soon these twenty growing points opened up into twenty pockets. From the bottom of each pocket grew up a tooth; while from the side of each there budded out another pocket in which, when the baby is eight years or more old, the second teeth form. But the three back teeth in each side of a man’s jaw, tho they come late and are the largest he has, really belong to the first milk set, the rest of which he lost as a child.

Even the hair grows by the division of cells at the inner end of the little bulb which you see on the end of the hair when you pull it out and look at it against white paper. Just between hair and skin is a spot which is neither hair nor skin, where all the growing of the hair is done.

So we are not built like a cement or a wooden house, but like a brick one. We are made of little living bricks. When we grow it is because these living bricks divide into half bricks, and then grow into whole ones again. But how they find out when and where to grow fast, and when and where to grow slowly, and when and where not to grow at all, is precisely what nobody has yet made the smallest beginning at finding out.

More About Living Bricks

The largest of these living bricks is the yolk of an ostrich egg; since this is, of course, like all eggs before they begin to grow, a single cell. The smallest known are certain of the bacteria and germs which float about in the air, and are so minute that they cannot be made out even with the strongest microscopes. All one can see is that there is something there; something which if placed a thousand in a row, would still not reach across a grain of dust.

Few cells, however, are as small as bacteria on the one hand, nor anything like as large as the yolks of birds’ eggs on the other. Many are just comfortably visible to the unaided eye. But the great mass of cells which make up our own bodies, the bodies of other animals, and of plants are a little too small to be made out with a common pocket lens, tho an ordinary microscope shows them with ease.

While the egg yolk is dividing to form the first hundred or more living bricks out of which the little animal is to be built, the cells are all about alike, generally round except where they are flattened against one another. As soon, however, as they begin to move about into place to build the new animal, they begin themselves to change. Some remain small; others grow large. Some grow out into long strings, and become muscle fibers or nerve. At one point, many thousands together swell up with oil and become fat. At another, more thousands build themselves about with hard lime phosphate, and become bones and teeth. Those which form within them little brown granules, give the color to hair and skin. The blood is colored red by the coin-shaped cells which float in it. In certain parts of the eye, on the other hand, the cells have to remain perfectly clear and colorless, else the light could not come thru and we should never see truly.

When an animal is very young indeed, long before it is ready to leave the egg, the whole outer surface of its body is covered with a single layer of these cells. They are packed closely together, and flattened against their neighbors so that the sheet of cells is not unlike, on a small scale, the marble floor of a public building or the block pavement of a city street. Like other living cells, these grow, and divide. They cannot grow sidewise, for the space is already filled; nor inward for that way lies the entire body. So they split off a piece of their outer ends. Then they do it again, and yet again; until the outer skin of the body, from being one layer of cells in thickness has become many.

Only the original inner layer, however, grows and divides. The split off ends dry up to a roundish cracker shape, grow hard and homy, and become the thin outer skin of the body, which we run pins and needles under, and pull off or scrape off when we “bark” our shins, without hurting. This part of the skin is dead. It gets rubbed off by our clothes, or soaks off in the bath tub and has to be scrubbed off the sides. But as fast as it is removed on the outer surface, it grows again from the living bottom layer. No matter how old one gets, this lower layer of the skin continues to split off the outer ends of its cells, just as it did before there was any proper skin at all. Most parts of the body grow thruout their mass; but the skin grows only on the inner side.

On the palms of the hands and the soles of the feet the skin grows very rapidly and is especially horny. When one works with his hands more than he is accustomed, the first effect is to wear the skin thin and sore, or to pull it loose from the bottom layer and make blisters. In the end, however, the rubbing only makes the live skin work faster, until it builds great homy callouses that no work can wear thru. But when our boots do not fit and rub in one spot, this also starts up the live skin to working hard. First thing we know, we have a corn. For a corn is only an especially hard and thick callous, where the living skin made a mistake and grew too much in one little spot.

Each finger nail and toe nail is a sort of corn. It grows from a fold of skin, forming from the bottom layer like any skin, but it is especially homy, even more horny than the hardest callous. The hair, also, is a sort of corn. The skin doubles in to form a minute pocket; and at the bottom of this pocket this same living under layer of the skin grows into a narrow shaft of cells, dry and dead and homy like skin and nails.

The horns of animals, too, are only thick hard skin. Sometimes they have a core of bone inside, but the outside is just a special sort of skin. Wherever we go in the body, there we find some special sort of cell. They may be large, small, thick, thin, long, round, soft, hard. They may build this, that, or the other thing around them. They may have this, that, or the other thing inside. But in one way or another the whole body, from head to heels, is built of these cells and their products.