There wuz a little Latin book with queer wood-cuts, “Concernin’ Islands lately discovered,” published in Switzerland in 1494; under the title it begun—­“Christopher Colum—­”

It made me mad to hear that good, noble creeter’s name cut off and demeaned, and I told Irena so.

And she sez, “That’s what little Benjy calls our old white duck; his name is Columbus, but he calls it Colum.”

She is a great duck-raiser; but I didn’t thank her for alludin’ to barn-yard fowls in such a time as this.

Wall, there wuz the first life of Columbus ever writ, by his son Farnendo.

And a book relatin’ to the namin’ of America.  I thought it would been a good plan if there had been a few more about that, and had named it Columbia—­jest what it ort to be, and not let another man take the honor that should have been Christopher’s.

But I meditated on what a queer place this old world wuz, and how nateral for one man to toil and work, and another step in and take the pay for it; so it didn’t surprise me a mite, but it madded me some.

Then there wuz the histories of the different cities where he wuz born, and the different places where his bones repose.

Poor creeter! they fit then because they didn’t want his bones, and they starved him so that he wuzn’t much besides bones, and they didn’t want his bones anyway, and they put chains onto them poor old bones, and led ’em off to prison.

And now hull cities and countries would hold it their chief honor to lie about it, and claim the credit of givin’ ’em burial.  O dear suz!  O dear me!

Wall, there wuz one of the anchors, and the canvas used by Columbus on board his flag-ship.

The very canvas that the wind swelled out and wafted the great Discoverer.  O my heart, think on’t!

And then there wuz the ruins of the little town of Isabella, the first established in the new world, brung lately from San Domingo by a man-of-war.

And then there wuz the first church bell that ever rung in America, presented to the town of Isabella by King Ferdinand.

Oh, if I could have swung out with that old bell, and my senses could have took in the sights and seens the sound had echoed over!  What a sight—­what a sight it would have been!

Ringin’ out barbarism and ringin’ in the newer religion; ringin’ out, as time went on, old simple ways, and idees—­mebby bringin’ in barbarous ways; swingin’ back and forth, to and fro; ringin’ in now, I hope and pray, the era of love and justice, goodwill to man and woman.

Wall, I wuz almost lost in my thoughts in hangin’ over that old bell.  It had took me back into the dim old green forest isles and onbroken wilderness, when I heard a bystander a-sayin’ to another one—­“There is Columbuses relations; there is the Duke of Veragua.”

And on lookin’ up, I indeed see Columbuses own relation on his own side, with his wife and daughter.