Hobart would come along, pluck me out and pull me to shore and
safety. Did you ever see a great mastiff and a fox terrier running
together? It is a homely illustration; but an apt one.

We were boys together, with our delights and troubles, joys and
sorrows. I thought so much of Hobart that I did not shirk stooping
to help him take care of his baby sister. That is about the
supreme sacrifice of a boy's devotion. In after years, of course,
he has laughed at me and swears I did it on purpose. I do not
know, but I am willing to admit that I think a whole lot of that
sister.

Side by side we grew up and into manhood. We went to school and
into college. Even as we were at odds in our physical builds and
our dispositions, so were we in our studies. From the beginning
Hobart has had a mania for screws, bolts, nuts, and pistons. He is
practical; he likes mathematics; he can talk to you from the
binomial theorem up into Calculus; he is never so happy as when
the air is buzzing with a conversation charged with induction
coils, alternating currents, or atomic energy. The whole swing
and force of popular science is his kingdom. I will say for Hobart
that he is just about in line to be king of it all. Today he is in
South America, one of our greatest engineers. He is bringing the
water down from the Andes; and it is just about like those strong
shoulders and that good head to restore the land of the Incas.

About myself? I went into the law. I enjoy an atmosphere of strife
and contention. I liked books and discussion and I thought that I
would like the law. On the advice of my elders I entered law
college, and in due time was admitted to practice. It was while