And he spoke of the holy city of Manoa, which Sir Walter Raleigh sought, and which many had seen from far hill-tops.

Likewise of the wonderful kings who once dwelt in Peru, and the little isle in the Pacific where all the birds were nightingales and the Tree of Life flourished; and the mountain north of the Main which was all one emerald.

"I think," he said, "that, though no man has ever had the fruition of these marvels, they are likely to be more true than false.
I hold that God has kept this land of America to the last to be the loadstone of adventurers, and that there are greater wonders to be seen than any that man has imagined.

The pity is that I have spent my best years scratching like a hen at its doorstep instead of entering.

I have a notion some day to travel straight west to the sunset.