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“I am above the forest region, amongst grand rocks & such a torrent as you see in Salvator Rosa's paintings vegetation all a scrub of rhodos. with Pines below me as thick & bad to get through as our Fuegian Fagi on the hill tops, & except the towering peaks of P. S. [perpetual snow] that, here shoot up on all hands there is little difference in the mt scenery—here however the blaze of Rhod. flowers and various colored jungle proclaims a differently constituted region in a naturalist's eye & twenty species here, to one there, always are asking me the vexed question, where do we come from? [Letter to Charles Darwin 24 Jun 1849]”

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Book:Life and Letters of Sir Joseph Dalton Hooker O.M., G.C.S.I.
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Life and Letters of Sir Joseph Dalton Hooker O.M., G.C.S.I.

This book offers an in-depth look into the life of Sir Joseph Dalton Hooker, a prominent figure in the field of botany. It includes his extensive correspondence, providing insights into his scientific work and personal life. more

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Joseph Dalton Hooker
Joseph Dalton Hooker

Joseph Dalton Hooker was a British botanist born on June 30, 1817, and died on December 10, 1911. He is renowned for his contributions to plant taxonomy and plant geography, serving as the director of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew, and participating in several scientific expeditions. more

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