Columbus got ahead by paying attention to small details.
Whatever he did, he did to the best of his ability. Even when
engaged in teaching geography to the Queen, Columbus was the best
geography teacher he knew how to be. And before long he was made
Royal Geographer.
In our daily lives let us all resolve to be good teachers of
geography. We may not all become Royal Geographers--but there
will be to us the lasting satisfaction of having done our best.
And that, as a greater than I has said, is "more precious than
rubies--yea, than much fine gold".
Chapter Three
MAIN STREET: Plymouth, Mass.
In the Manner of Sinclair Lewis
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1620.
Late autumn.
The sour liver-colored shores of America.
Breaking waves dashing too high on a stern and rockbound coast.
Woods tossing giant branches planlessly against a stormy sky.
Cape Cod Bay--wet and full of codfish. The codfish--wet and full
of bones.
Standing on the deck of the anchored "Mayflower", gazing
reflectively at the shores of the new world, is Priscilla
Kennicott.
A youthful bride on a ship full of pilgrims; a lily floating in a
dish of prunes; a cloissone vase in a cargo of oil cans.
Her husband joins her. Together they go forward to where their
fellow pilgrims are preparing to embark in small boats.
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