3/33 He was out of it now, in the broad light, on the white road--on the way to France. The ocean before Palos came and stood again before me, salt and powerful. The keen, far, sky line of it awoke and drew! Christopherus Columbus came up with me. I said, "A Palos sailor gives you good morning!" Checking the horse, he sat looking at me out of blue-gray eyes. |