The House We Live In; or, The Making of the Body — John Shaqi
The House We Live In; or, The Making of the BodyFarnsworth, Vesta J.
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The House We Live In; or, The Making of the Body
Farnsworth, Vesta J.
Hygiene -- Juvenile literature; Physiology -- Juvenile literature
This room is very strong, as there are really three walls, one inside
the other. The pink lining inside is made of wet skin, something like
that found in the room upstairs. The middle wall is made of muscles,
which cross one another in different ways; for the kitchen has many of
these useful servants. The outer coat, or “overcoat,” of the stomach
has for its work to pour out a kind of water to keep the walls moist so
they will not stick to other things which are packed so closely in the
trunk of the body. I am sure no person could ever pack so many things
in a trunk the same size without crowding some of them or getting them
out of order.
HELEN: But I would like to know who acts as cook in this curious
kitchen.
MOTHER: The name of the head cook is Di-ges´tion. There is a whole
family of helpers, named Juice, whose work it is to assist Di-ges´tion.
Of course they do not boil and bake, as we do, but they take the food
and make it ready for the use of the body. Perhaps you would call it
di-gest´ing it.
The chief helper is a very important person, called Gastric Juice. When
the kitchen is empty, Gastric Juice stays in some tiny bags or bottles
which cover the walls of the kitchen all over, but as soon as anything
comes into the room from the stairway at the top, she comes out and
goes to work. She pours a fluid which looks like water, over the food,
which dissolves, or melts it. If you could look inside you might think
the stomach was “sweating;” but it is only Gastric Juice coming out
to care for the food you have sent down to build and mend the body.
Several quarts come from the walls of the kitchen every day.
Were you ever in a ship at sea? If so, you know that everything in the
boat was shaking and moving. As soon as Bread comes into the kitchen,
it finds the room moving like that, and it is thrown from one side to
the other, and churned up and down, over and over, till, if you could
see it, you would never think it was bread at all. Gastric Juice melts
and mixes it, and it becomes so changed it looks very much like paste.
After Bread comes downstairs, some potatoes, fruit, and other things
“come tumbling after,” but after all has been in the kitchen two hours,
you could not tell which is bread, fruit, or potatoes; for they are all
mixed together.
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