“Well, I like that!” retorted Columbus. “I’d like to know who discovered America.”
“So should I,” observed Leif Ericson, with a wink at Vespucci.
“Tut!” retorted Columbus. “I did it, and the world knows it, whether you claim it or not.”
“Yes, just as Noah discovered Ararat,” replied Pinzon. “You sat upon the deck until we ran plumb into an island, after floating about for three months, and then you couldn’t tell it from a continent, even when you had it right before your eyes. Noah might just as well have told his family that he discovered a roof garden as for you to go back to Spain telling ‘em all that San Salvador was the United States.”
“Well, I don’t care,” said Columbus, with a short laugh. “I’m the one they celebrate, so what’s the odds? I’d rather stay down here in the smoking-room enjoying a small game, anyhow, than climb up that mast and strain my eyes for ten or a dozen hours looking for evidence to prove or disprove the correctness of another man’s theory. I wouldn’t know evidence when I saw it, anyhow. Send Judge Blackstone.”
“I draw the line at the mizzentop,” observed Blackstone. “The dignity of the bench must and shall be preserved, and I’ll never consent to climb up that rigging, getting pitch and paint on my ermine, no matter who asks me to go.”
JUDGE BLACKSTONE REFUSES TO CLIMB TO THE MIZZENTOP
“Whomsoever I tell to go, shall go,” put in Holmes, firmly. “I am commander of this ship. It will pay you to remember that, Judge Blackstone.”
“And I am the Court of Appeals,” retorted Blackstone, hotly. “Bear that in mind, captain, when you try to send me up. I’ll issue a writ of habeas corpus on my own body, and commit you for contempt.”