The trio pressed through the crowds, and found their way to the reproduction of the old Spanish convent, where Columbus had found a friend in Father Perez. Here was the original Commission of Columbus, and the supposed anchor of the “Santa Maria.” They rested in the court of the convent, amid the cool air of the Lake, and were grateful to the genius of Mr. Ober, which had caused this most realistic Columbian Museum to be erected. [Illustration: CARAVAL SANTA MARIA.] Here, amid the relics of a long historic past, they talked over the events of the day. Sundown found them there. As the shadows of evening fell, all the White City thrilled with electric light, and shone in outlines of unimagined splendor. It was at the convent that replicas of the ships of Columbus came to be exhibited, and afterwards the “Viking,” or the Northmen’s ship. The hour of nine found the city, the Lake, and the air a living glory. The Court of Honor blazed, and the many-colored fountain threw its rainbows into the air. Then if ever the trio felt the force of the great discovery, and the long procession of progress that had led up to this wonderful hour! MORNING OF THE DISCOVERY. IMMORTAL Morn, all hail, That saw Columbus sail By faith alone. The skies before him bowed, Back rolled the ocean proud, And every lifting cloud With glory shone! Fair Science then was born On that celestial morn, Faith dared the sea, Triumphant o’er her foes, Then Truth immortal rose New Heavens to disclose And Earth to free! Strong Freedom then came forth To liberate the earth And crown the right. So walked the pilot bold Upon the sea of gold, And darkness backward rolled, And there was light! Sweep, sweep across the seas, Ye rolling jubilees, Grand chorals raise; The world adoring stands, And with uplifted hands Offers from all the lands To God its praise! [Illustration: TRANSPORTATION BUILDING.] CHAPTER IX. FOLK-LORE TALES IN THE OLD COLONIAL KITCHEN. The New England Kitchen was a double house in colonial style, such as was once to be seen on the roads running between Boston and the coast towns. Across the promenade was the specimen building of the Co-operative Society of Philadelphia. A little way beyond it, the Irish village presented a curious contrast, and the Blarney Castle rose in the sunny air.