After much consideration, Hans hit upon the following plan, the
inspiration to which sprang from his generous heart. I was for a while
to remain concealed in his house, until the first heat of the pursuit
was over. Then--always supposing that he was himself unmolested--we
would undertake the journey together, I being disguised as his coachman
or servant. The question now arose about the passport, without which,
as I knew, no one was allowed to go on board the ship. Here also the
inventive Hans found an expedient. A certain Herr Schulz, who had been
his overseer, had intended to emigrate the previous spring, and
procured the necessary papers, but had died before his project was
accomplished. These papers Hans had kept, and after some searching we
found them. It appeared from their contents that the emigrating
overseer was not nineteen, but forty years old; not six feet without
his shoes, which was my stature, but only four and a half; and
moreover, he was distinguished by being very deeply pitted with the
small-pox. Still, Hans was of opinion that they would not look into the
matter so closely, and a hundred _thaler_ note would reconcile all the
little discrepancies.
It was two o'clock by the time we had matured this ingenious plan, and
Hans's eyes were growing heavy with weariness. As he insisted that I
should sleep in his bed, I was obliged to leave him the sofa in the
sitting-room, on which he had scarcely stretched himself when he began
to snore. I covered him with his cloak, and went into his chamber,
where, tired as I was, I still took time to avail myself of the simple
apparatus for ablution that I found there, to my great comfort. Then
dressing myself again, I lay down on Hans's bed.
I slept soundly an hour or two, and as I awaked at the first gray
glimmer of dawn, a resolution with which I had lain down, arose clear
to my mind. I would go: the good Hans should not on my account be
brought into any more serious troubles. The longer I remained with him,
the greater was the probability that his complicity, which it was just
possible might remain concealed as things were, would be discovered,
and it would then appear in a so much more serious light. Besides, I
had in truth but little faith in the availability of the pass of the
deceased overseer of four feet and a half high; and finally, as a youth
of no craven spirit, I was possessed with the conviction that it was my
duty to take the consequences of my action, as far as possible, upon my
own head alone.
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