We all know the story of Sinbad the Sailor, that capital story in the
_Arabian Nights_. The poor porter, Hindbad, bending under a load of
wood, stops before the doors of Sinbad's palace, to listen to the
music, and bitterly complains of the contrast between the lot of the
poor porter Hindbad, and that of Sinbad, the returned, renowned, and
magnificently rich Sinbad. But when the enriched sailor related all
the perils he had undergone, and all the sufferings he had endured,
Hindbad stood aghast at the tale. The entire effect of the story is to
exaggerate the dangers of the great game, the vast lottery of
travelling, but also to exaggerate the profits that may be made by it,
and to discourage steady and humble industry.
The legend, which, in the fifteenth century, influenced so many
hearts, and turned so many brains, was a rehash of the fable of the
Hesperides, an Eldorado, a land of gold, which was located in the
Indies; a terrestrial paradise, still existing here below. The only
difficulty consisted in finding that same golden land. They did not
care to seek it in the North, which was the reason why so little use
was made of the discovery of Newfoundland and Greenland. In the South,
on the contrary, gold dust had already been found in Africa. That was
encouraging.
The learned dreamers of a pedantic century heaped up texts and
commentaries, and the discovery, by no means difficult in itself, was
rendered so, by dint of lectures, reflections, and utopian dreams. Was
this land of gold, Paradise, or was it not? Was it at our antipodes?
and, in fact, have we any antipodes? And at this last question all the
Doctors, all the men of the black robe, stopped the learned quite
short, and reminded them that upon that point, the Church was quite
positive; the heretical doctrine of the Antipodes having been formally
and expressly condemned. Behold a serious difficulty! Our learned
dreamers were stopped short.
But why was it so difficult to discover the already discovered
America? The reason seems to be that the discovery was at once hoped
for and dreaded.
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