Now it will be the configuration of a man like Washington, and now a report of the witchcraft trials verbatim, a story of a battle at sea – for the odd note there is in it, a letter by Franklin to prospective emigrants; it has been my wish to draw from every source one thing, the strange phosphorus of the life, nameless under an old misappellation. (Epigraph)

There is no need to argue Columbus’ special worth. (Discovery of the Indies)

It was the earthward thrust of their logic; blood and earth; the realization of their primal and continuous identity with the ground itself, where everything is fixed in darkness. (The Destruction of the Tenochtitlan)

The dog was steadily gaining on his victim. But, O Soul of the New World, the man had his bow and arrow with him as he swam. (The Fountain of Eternal Youth)

What are they but savages – who know nothing? They wound you, they wound you, and every arrow has upon its... (De Soto and the New World)