I looked up from the telescope, expecting him to be waiting his turn eagerly. I misguessed. He didn't even glance up from his books. Rare young Campbell! Always a man of duty, never a man of impulse! "Here Campbell, take a look at the 'rope'." "Before I finish the reports, sir? If I recall our Code, Section Two, Order of Duties upon Landing: A--" "Forget the Code. Take a look at the rope while the sun's on it.... See it?" "Yes sir." "Can you see it's moving? See the little clouds of dust coming up from under its belly?" "Yes sir. An excellent view, Captain Linden." "What do you think of it, Split? Ever see a sight like that before?" "No sir." "Well, what about it? Any comments?" Split answered me with an enthusiastic, "By gollies, sir!" Then, with restraint, "It's precisely what I expected from the photographs, sir. Any orders, sir?" "Relax, Split! That's the order. Relax!" "Thanks--thanks, Cap!" That was his effort to sound informal, though coming from him it was strained. His training had given him an exaggerated notion of the importance of dignity and discipline. He was naturally so conscientious it was painful. And to top it all, his scientific habit of thought made him want to stop and weigh his words even when speaking of casual things such as how much sugar he required in his coffee. Needless to say, I had kidded him unmercifully over these traits. Across the millions of miles of space that we had recently traveled (our first voyage together) I had amused myself at his expense. I had sworn that he would find, in time, that he couldn't even trim his fingernails without calipers, or comb his hair without actually physically splitting the hairs that cropped up in the middle of the part. That was when I had nicknamed him "Split"--and the wide ears that stuck out from his stubble-cut blond hair had glowed with the pink of selfconsciousness. Plainly, he liked the kidding. But if I thought I could rescue him from the weight of dignity and duty, I was mistaken. Now he had turned the telescope for a view far to the right. He paused. "What do you see?" I asked. "I cannot say definitely. The exact scientific classification of the object I am observing would call for more detailed scrutiny--" "You're seeing some sort of object?" "Yes sir." "What sort of object?" "A living creature, sir--upright, wearing clothes--" "A _man_?" "To all appearances, sir--" "You bounder, give me that telescope!" 2. If you have explored the weird life of many a planet, as I have, you can appreciate the deep sense of excitement that comes over me when, looking out at a new world for the first time, I see a man-like animal. Walking upright! Wearing adornments in the nature of clothing! I gazed, and my lungs filled with the breath of wonderment. A man! Across millions of miles of space--a man, like the men of the Earth.