Another governor was sent over to take the place of Bobadilla, for they soon learned that that ungentlemanly knight was not even so good or so strict a governor as Columbus had been.
Almost two years passed in this way and still Columbus staid in Spain.
At last the king and queen said he might go if he would not go near Hayti and would be sure to find other and better gold lands.
Columbus did not relish being told where to go and where not to go like this; but he promised.

And on the ninth of May, 1502, with four small caravels and one hundred and fifty men, Christopher Columbus sailed from Cadiz on his fourth and last voyage to the western world.
He was now fifty-six years old.

That is not an age at which we would call any one an old man.

But Columbus had grown old long before his time.

Care, excitement, exposure, peril, trouble and worry had made him white-haired and wrinkled.