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the friend and comrade of Christopher Colum-
bus? Did he not even now feel the passion of
success, which stirs the soul as wine stirs the
blood? Was not the spur of wonder still in his


side? He could not be old. His body might
be feeble, truly; but that was merely an acci-
dent of the flesh, a small matter. He was
young. His soul was as strong and glad and
brave as it had been fifty years ago. Old? No,
no, not he! All that he wanted was strong