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HOW DOES A TREE GROW?
BOTANY FOR YOUNG AUSTRALIANS.
BY JAMES BONWICK,
JAMES J. BLUNDELL & Co., MELBOURNE; SANDS & KENNY, SYDNEY.
PREFACE
At the request of several Teachers, I have commenced a Shilling Series of School Books, chiefly to be confined to subjects of Colonial History and Popular Sciences.
The form of dialogue has been adopted with the "Botany for Young Australians," from a belief that the sympathies of our young friends will be excited on behalf of the juvenile questioner, and their interest thus maintained in the study of the sciences.
A dialogue upon Astronomy will shortly follow; being a conversation between a father and his son, coming out to Australia, from Old England.
JAMES BONWICK.
HOW A TREE GROWS IN AUSTRALIA.
Willie was a fine rosy-faced boy of our southern colony. Though not eight years of age, he was as healthy and merry a lad as ever climbed up a Gum tree, picked up manna, or rode in a bullock dray.
His father had once occupied a good position in Old England; but the uncertainties and losses of business, and the constant struggle to uphold a respectable appearance with decreasing means, became so burdensome to his mind, that his spirits failed, and his energies sunk. His attention was directed to Australia, the land of mutton and corn, the home of health and plenty. Gathering up the wreck of the past, he left the country of taxation and paupers, and established himself on a small farm in Port Phillip.
The young hero of our story had been a year or two in the colony. It so happened he had a piece of land of his own, in which he proudly exhibited some rising cabbages, a few peas, and a flower or two. His father had given him a rose tree, which was the reigning beauty of the bed. It was upon the occasion of his parent's visit to the garden, that the following dialogue took place:--
Look, father, and see how my rose tree has grown.
Indeed it has, Willie. Can you tell me what has made it grow?
The sun and the rain, I suppose.
Do you remember, when we got tired of the old slab hut, and set about building this brick cottage, that you noticed it getting higher and higher every day!
Yes, that was because more bricks and wood were used.
Then, if your tree increases in size, there surely must be something added on continually: do you think the sun and rain do this?
Well, I never thought about it, father; but I should like to know why it does grow.
Can you tell me, Willie, what a plum pudding is made of?
Yes, that I can. There is the flour, the suet, the raisins, and the cold water. All these are mixed together.
Then let us see of what our rose tree is made.
I don't think it so easy to tell that as to reckon up the articles in a pudding.
Never mind, we will try. First, there is the stalk, or woody part. When you put a piece of stick in the fire, what becomes of it?
Oh, it smokes and blazes, and then nothing is left but some ashes.
What is it which burns away?
That I cannot tell.
It is the gaseous part which burns in a flame, like what you have seen come out of coal. But what do you call woody matter that will not blaze?
Charcoal, father. Then I understand now that wood is nothing but charcoal and the gases. What are these gases?
The gas which blazes so readily, my dear, is hydrogen: and it has a very strong smell too. The air we breathe is a mixture of two gases--oxygen and nitrogen. It is only the oxygen that we take into our lungs.
Well, that is curious.
I shall puzzle you more, Willie, when I tell you that water is nothing but a mixture of oxygen gas and hydrogen gas.
It certainly is funny that water, which puts out flame, should be partly composed of the burning gas.
You must also know, my lad, that hydrogen would not burn without oxygen. You blow air into a fire to give food for flame.
But however could the plants get hold of the gases, father?
Did it never strike you why God formed leaves?
It never did, except that I thought he did it to make the trees look pretty.
That is quite true, Willie. The good God loves beauty, and he has surrounded us with beauty of all kinds. But he made things for use as well as to be looked at. The leaves absorb or suck in gases from air and water.
Then I suppose the veins like that we see in leaves conduct these gases away into the plant.
Quite right, my boy. Where now shall we get the charcoal, or carbon, as the learned men call it?
That I cannot find out at all.
You told me, Willie, that smoke came out of burning wood. What becomes of it?
When I was a very little boy, I thought it went up to form clouds; but now I know part of it turns into soot in the chimney, and that looks like our charcoal or carbon.
It really is. As to that which comes out of the chimney, it passes upward, and gets gradually mixed with the air. The little particles of carbon join the oxygen, and become a sort of gas called carbonic acid gas, which is absorbed into the plant.
How wonderful that the solid part of a tree should once have been floating about in the air!
Do you think the leaves of a plant to be the same as the stem?
Yes, I do; for when they are thrown in a fire, they smoke, blaze, and leave an ash like the wood does.
Just so. You know the smoke to be carbon passing into the air; but we must examine the ash a little more carefully. If you take some ash from the fireplace, and put it into hot water, the solid part will of course fall to the bottom.
Will no part mix with the water?
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