never take you up any mountain side.

And how them mariners tried to make Columbus turn back after he had at
last, through all his tribulations, sot sail on the broad, treacherous
Ocean--jest think of his tribulations before he started!

Troubles with poverty, and ignorance, and unbelief, and perils by foes,
and perils by false friends, and perils by long delay.

How for years and years he carried round them strong beliefs of hisen,
ofttimes in a hungry and faint body, and couldn't git nobody to believe
in 'em--couldn't git nobody to even hear about 'em.

Year after year did he toil and endeavor to git somebody to listen to
his plans, and glowin' hopes.

Year after year, while the lines deepened on his patient face, and the
hopes that wuz glowin' and eager became deep and fervent, and a part of
him.

How strange, how strange and sort o' pitiful, this one man out of a
world full of men and wimmen, this one man with his tired feet on the
dust and worn sand of the Old World, and his head and heart in the New
World.

No one else of the world full of men and wimmen to believe as he did--no
one else to be even willin' to hear him talk about his dreams, his
hopes, and impassioned beliefs.

No; and I don't know but Columbus would have dropped right down in his