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The, Coming of Columbus
By Chas. C. Nixon
It is a pleasure to announce the production of a picture play, by a Western company, which reproduces with marvelous fidelity, sumptuous setting and elaborate detail, this great historic event. The scenario, by Mr. Chas. E. Nixon, has been worked out with scrupulous care as to exactness of data and settings. The result is a photoplay, educationally momentous, and it perhaps marks the beginning of a new era in the field of moving pictures. It is to be regretted that the beautiful pictures that illustrate this story cannot be reproduced until June. — The Editor.
IN the magnificent maritime city called Genoa, there was born, about
the Year One Thousand Four Hundred and Forty, a child who was named Christopher Columbus.
The father of this child was a respectable, industrious wool-comber, who labored early and late to give his four children an education, that they might fill a higher plane in life than he had filled. Three of them profited by their instruction, becoming staid and respectable merchants and professional men. But Christopher was of the type which has, thru all ages, been provocative of anxiety and despair to ambitious parental hearts. He was a dreamer of dreams, a seer of visions, a lad who questioned all conventional teaching, venturing boldly out upon untrodden paths of thought.
Strolling about the picturesque wharves of Genoa, crowded with ship?, cargoes and sailors from all parts of the then known world, looking upon strange faces and costumes and listenins: to the babel of unknown tongues, the boy's imagination and love of adventure were duly nourished, and his distaste for formal study and routine grew stronger.
"I shall send Christopher to sea with his uncle," declared his father, when the boy was in his fifteenth year; "he will settle down to no profession. Geography, astronomy and navigation
all interest him. His uncle is an admiral and commands a squadron. He may be able to make something of the lad."
No doubt this was a sore trial to the humble Genoese family. They could not anticipate that this dreamy lad, with his strange, unpractical ideas, should one day make their name famous thruout every part of the civilized world; that thru his adventurous spirit a new world should be given to the old — a world that should become, almost within the span of a century, the leader of the greatest progressive ideas on the globe. They could not see that his unwillingness to accept established teaching, his eager reaching out toward the new and unknown, should result in an achievement beside which the conquests of Alexander or Csesar should stand dwarfed.
So Christopher went to sea with his uncle in the days when pirates infested all seas and when every mariner was. of necessity, a soldier. He traversed most of the then known world, even touching the arctic shores of Iceland, where he heard strange, vague tales of expeditions, centuries before, to the ice-bound coasts of Labrador, whence limitless shores stretched away to the southward.
At thirty-five years of age, the imaginative, adventurous lad, had become a serious, thoughtful man. Still he reached out easferlv toward the un
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