I thought of how he had been scorfed at and jerred at for not thinkin'
as other folks did. And how he kep workin', and hopin', and believin',
and persistin' in thinkin' that he wuz in the right on't, and kep on a
lookin' over the wide waste of waters for the New Land.

And I thought to myself how I would enjoy a good visit with Christopher,
and how he would sympathize with us, who, though we may be scorfed at by
our pardners, and the world.

Yet can't help a-lookin' off over the troubled waves of unjust laws, and
cruel old customs, a-tryin' to catch a glimpse of the New and Freer
Land, that our hopes and our divine intuitions tell us is there beyend
the shadows, a-waitin' for free men and free wimmen.

Yes, I did feel at that time how conjenial Christopher Columbus would
have been to me.

As I have said more formally, Christopher wuz sot up in my mind to a
almost tottlin' hite, on account of several things he did, and several
things he didn't do.

Yes; Christopher wuz sot up in my mind to a almost tottlin' hite, on
account of several things he did, and several things he didn't do.

Now, if anybody to-day branches out into any new and beautiful belief
and practice--anything that is beyend the vision of more carnal-minded
people--

Why they raise the cry to once, "Let us cling to common sense. Let us be
guided by what we see and know. Don't let us float out on any new