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How much of a tree is alive? Certainly not the outer bark. That falls off in dry scales, or can be scraped off down to the white layers within, and the tree be none the worse. Certainly not the wood. One often comes across old trees that have lost limbs or been carelessly pruned, which are entirely decayed out on the inside, so that nothing is left but a thin shell next the bark. Yet these trees grow as vigorously as ever, and bear leaves and fruit like a solid tree. The bark is dead; and the wood is dead. Between the two is a thin layer, perhaps a quarter inch thru, which is alive. On one side, it is changing into dead wood. On the other side, it is changing into dead bark. The new wood is alive, and the new bark. Between them is something neither wood nor bark, but just living tree-stuff. The green leaves also are alive, and the green twigs, and the blossoms, and the growing buds. But at least half of every living tree is already dead; while the larger and longer lived a tree is, the smaller proportion of it is alive at one time.

How much of a hen’s egg is alive? Not the shell, for that is mostly just chalk. Not the white, for that is merely the little chicken’s pantry shelf where it keeps the food on which it is to grow. The living part of the egg is the yolk—unless somebody boils the egg and so kills it. Sometimes, too, the egg dies, as any living thing may; then we usually find it out.

Even we ourselves are not all alive. I have already pointed out that our hair and nails are not alive at all, and that our outer skin, the thin skin, that is, which we tear off when we bark our shins, is fully alive only on the inside. Our “bark” in fact, is very like a tree’s. Each has a soft, thin, living layer on the inside, which grows, hardens, dies, forms a water-tight layer over the rest of the body, cracks into scales, and drops off. Where one forms cork, the other forms horn. Indeed the cork stoppers of our bottles are made from nothing more than an especially thick corky bark of a certain kind of oak, like the especially thick and homy soles of all bare-footed savages and some bare-footed little boys.

“The blood,” we say, “is the life.” And yet the blood itself is dead. The watery part is just soup; water and salt and fat and jelly. The minute, coin-like, red blood corpuscles carry the oxygen of the air from the lungs all over the body. But there are similar oxygen-carriers, likewise dead, in bottles in the drug-stores. The corpuscles are dead cells alive once, and like the hard skin cells, a great deal more useful dead than alive.

As for our teeth, the hard white enamel on the outside is just about as much alive as a clam shell. The baby tooth, as I have already explained, is formed in a little pocket in the gum. The inner part of the tooth grows up from the cells at the bottom, very much as a hair grows out from the bottom of the still smaller pocket where it starts. In fact, the tusks of pigs and the long front gnawing teeth of squirrels and rats are still more like hairs, for they keep growing from the root, and wear off at the outer end. The tooth pushes thru the gum; and as it goes by, the cells at the sides of the pocket and on top plaster it with a coating of enamel. Therefore, as most of us find out to our cost, this enamel once destroyed, can never grow again. Once clear of the pocket where it was formed, it has to last us the rest of our lives; and little boys and girls who don’t keep their teeth clean when they are young, have to put up with something not nearly so good when they are grown up.

The inside of the tooth is not quite so dead as the outside—one sometimes gets the impression during a visit to the dentist that it isn’t dead at all. The tooth, inside the enamel, is mostly bone; and bone is mostly lime, like clam-shells, mortar and chalk, plaster, and the great boulders and ledges of rock in a limestone country. The rest of the bone is living substance, scattered cells far apart from one another with long roots, that look as if they had grown out into the bone like tree roots into the soil. Really, however, it is the other way. Before there were bones, there were bone cells. These build themselves round with the hard bone substance, pushing their neighbors away and leaving only the long root-like strands of living substance. It is thru these root-like living strands that we feel the dentist’s auger bore into the solid tooth. But cutting the outer enamel does not hurt at all simply because no part of that is alive.

We are, then, built of living bricks, but of living bricks set in dead mortar. We saw that the great trees, complex and long lived, have more wood and bark and other dead substances in them than the shrubs, herbs, and grass. These in turn are less alive than the lowly water plants and yeasts and molds which have no wood or bark at all. The same is true of animals. The jelly-fishes and infusoria have neither skin, hair, bones, nails, nor blood, and are pretty much all alive. So the more a creature’s life is worth, the less of it is alive.

Even the living cells themselves are not wholly alive. The thin living jelly always contains water and salt, which are—just water and salt. Fat cells contain drops of oil, which are simply stored up food material, no more alive than the oil in an oil can. Plants, on their side, store up their food largely as starch, no more alive than that in a package from the grocers. Besides oil and starch, some cells contain gum or rosin or saliva or milk or sweat, which they pour out from time to time. These substances, too, can hardly be considered more alive while they are in the body than when they are outside.

So the living substance is the cell jelly. Everything outside the cell is dead; many cells even are dead, while not a few, even while alive, contain so much dead stuff within them, that there is more oil in a young hen’s egg than there is chick, and more starch than corn-plant in a grain of corn.