out of order. All that was left after that was weighing 
at the sugar-docks and helping his father, which he did 
as times and conditions warranted. 
It should be said of Cowperwood, Jr., that during all 
these years he was exceedingly democratic. He ap- 
peared at times a little bit removed and superior or dis- 
tant, but solely because he was thinking. He had a 
cheerful, hearty way of greeting people which was in the 
main entirely disconnected from what he thought of 
them. Even at this early age he was a keen judge of 
men, and he saw at once without much philosophic or 
sociologic knowledge just how the world was arranged. 
There were the weak and the strong, physically and 
mentally. Some men were destined for success by their 
temperament—that he could see; others were cut out 
for failure by the same token. You could not expect a 
weak, spindling, half-constructed figure of a man with 
no brain and no force to cut a figure in the world, and 
you could not possibly expect a great dynamic soul like 
Steemberger not to be heard of. Men, as he saw them, 
were starred by fortune to succeed or fail, or be middle- 
class; and really in so far as he was concerned he was 
neither very sorry nor very glad. Now and then—even 
at this age—some poor fool of a creature, some boy 
of his own age or man much older, who " cut up" silly 
tricks, or did aimless, wandering things, moved him to 
scorn or pity; but if he began with scorn he always came 
back to the thought, "Well, they cannot help it." Why 
should he judge? Time and chance happened to all 
men. Look at the squid he had seen. Was it its fault 
that it had been put in the tank with the lobster with 
no chance ultimately of saving its life? Some great, 
curious force was at work here throwing vast masses of 
people into life; and they could not all succeed. Some 
had to fail—many. Only a few could lead. He won- 
dered about himself—whether he was born to lead. He 
had strength, health, joy in life. Would he make good?