"Ah,--did he write it himself, or,--or, how?"
"He write it himself!--Christopher Colombo! he's own handwriting, write by
himself!"
Then the doctor laid the document down and said,--
"Why, I have seen boys in America only fourteen years old that could write
better than that."
"But zis is ze great Christo--"
"I don't care who it is! It's the worst writing I ever saw. Now you mustn't
think you can impose on us because we are strangers. We are not fools, by a
good deal. If you have got any specimens of penmanship of real merit, trot
them out!--and if you haven't, drive on!"
We drove on. The guide was considerably shaken up, but he made one more
venture. He had something which he thought would overcome us. He said,--
"Ah, genteelmen, you come wis us! I show you beautiful, oh, magnificent
bust Christopher Colombo!--splendid, grand, magnificent!"
He brought us before the beautiful bust,--for it was beautiful,--and sprang
back and struck an attitude,--
"Ah, look, genteelmen!--beautiful, grand,--bust Christopher Columbo!--
beautiful bust, beautiful pedestal!"
The doctor put up his eye-glass,--procured for such occasions:--
"Ah,--what did you say this gentleman's name was?"
"Christopher Colombo! ze great Christopher Colombo!"
"Christopher Colombo,--the great Christopher Colombo.
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