The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1892-11-22

that for days had Ioitered upon the deep
now scampered merriy into port, while the
sailors themselves danced happily upon the
deck Music from the shore was answered by
music from their stout hearts which only
few hours before had echoed to the Wallin;S
cried out the hardy mariner VINO was now
an object of reverence to his crew, give Inc
the royal ensign of Spain,' and plunglng INTO
the Swallows he soon emerged upon the eIner-
nj shore of the lovely bahama. Plantng
his banner in the sands or the new Worlu;
he fell 1lpOn his knees and drawing ms sword
through the glistening air he dedicated the
soil to God and the royal family .,, a,a
IF was merely an island that was thuS us
covered, a simple fragment Of land Land but
if belonged to that vast continent that yaW-
ed under the blazing tropics and that stre' en-
ed from the shade of the palm trees 70 Inc
far off polar SHOWS. 1t was the same continent
that was destined after years OF neglect oct
to finally greet the sails OF the May1lower
and 70 welcome the cavaliers to home IN
VIRGINIA The colonies grew and westward
TN Course of empire began to take ITS WY, WY.
over every nch Of the ground. began TO r.
tread across the continent and to pitch thG P1
wigwams in the durtne$iG + Go" farests and
along the winding careers or tne Tilt Tilt td
strcarns The population increased recIu 1il.a
by the offspring of the soil and by lugIa rs
from The old world. FINALLY the i sword on OF
washington leancd out of its scaDDard any
the farmers, leaving their poWS III nn lns Vent
ont TO strike for the liberty. God smiled upon
the cause of patriots and the drama OF olooo
closed
snmmated at YORKTOWN Today s s%tE o rls
lions of people worship in the sanctuarles
and minge in the busy marts or me new re re,
public Canada stretches away towards me
polar star, while Mexico, with her snicndn
empire of the Montezumas. sits quietly be-
tween her own gulf and the calmer waters
of the Pacific ocean. South America: with
her brilliant aggregation of thrones and scep-
tors. brlees out under the equatorial rays but
finally tapers down to a point as if shrinking
from the region Of unmoltpd ice that chI',S
the extremity Of her southern shore. Wealth
hoe ftnd ttc C,1nC i1n in
the world. and the land has fattened
until now as it. We're the sun sun shines nm ,o Wa
prosperity, while the rivers, as they low
into their harbors whisper to the fields along
| their margins the secret of the new worlds
But Coumbus-the man who gave. such
wide domain tt. Christianity and ciyilizati0n.o
what became Of him. the stout hearted sailor?
Alas. not even his name was given to his
! and touched the shores Of the mainland and
gave ii that Observation-Disclosures Column
bus made several other VOYAGES, discovering
new islands; but during his absence the tongue
Of SANDER husy engaged in mourning its
Hnuid ahuSe into the royal ears Of Ferdinand
The sailor came back to encounter the fr0Wn
in the gloom of Dungeon. Poverty inflicted
its wounds upon the breast of the old man,
and h" sank under the weight Of his sorrows.
The discoyerer of the new. world in rags! The
man who had left behind him a legacy Of EN-.
n'res. dying pauper! He never dreamed OF
himself for having been such a fool TO
waste his years in roaming the deep and
seeking for distant shores. when n few
feet OF ground would cover his disgrace
and his poverty.
Perhaps. if he could have looked across the
years and beyond the waters, it might have
cheered the old mans spirit to watch the
surging crowd in New York and hear the
tunult OF the multitude as they shouted
the name of Columbus" But he only
thought of the dreary waste Of years
behind him and the life he had lived
in vain. Finally, as the light Of new
morning flashed over the hills Of Valladolid.
the sailor set out on his last voyage to ex-
pIore the mystical islands beyond the wintry
surGes of death A smile crept over his face
as he sailed from the port of sorrows, and
zephyr from the groves of the paradise shore,
seemed 70 watt him along he steered for the
harbor Of rest. Let us hope that he anchored
securely in the port of the Golden West-and
that back of it stretched in immortal spendor
the radiant landscape Of life's Fl Dorado
whore the fount for which De Leon searched
and the gold for which De Soto looked, have
happily renewed the youth and rewarded the
tolls of the immortal sailor. l.. L. KNIGHT.