“Who are you?" [Bryce] asked in a hoarse whisper
"Nathaniel Gorham." The man waited, expectantly, then his face fell. "You don't recognize it?"
Bryce could do no more than shake his head.
"Figures. If I'd said George Washington or Benjamin Franklin then you would have perked up. But Nathaniel Gorham? No... My name's right there next to theirs... At the bottom of the Constitution. Big as life, just like Ben's and General Washington's.”