Hot corn: Life Scenes in New York IllustratedRobinson, Solon
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Hot corn: Life Scenes in New York Illustrated
Robinson, Solon
New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
At the sound of her name, Mr. Lovetree gave a little start, and said,
"Agnes! oh, pshaw!" and sunk back again in his easy chair, as though he
had been affected by the name, and thought it very foolish that he had
been so. Agnes, said: "Indeed, ma'am, I don't think the gentlemen will
be at all interested to hear anything about me."
"Yes, yes, I have promised them."
"Well, then, after my uncle died, and all my friends, I felt dreadful;
it is dreadful for a young girl to be left all alone in a strange
country. So when the ship landed, or rather when she came to anchor, the
people from shore came aboard, and I saw how many of the poor emigrants
had friends to welcome them, and that I had none; it was then that I
felt the dreadful loneliness of my situation, and I sat down and cried,
for I could not help it, and then a man came and spoke to me very
pleasantly, and asked me where I wanted to go, and all about it, and
then I told him all my troubles, and then he said it was the luckiest
thing in the world that I had met with him, for he was an emigrant
agent, appointed by law, and he would take charge of me and take me
ashore to a boarding-house, and do everything for me. And then he asked
me how much money I had, and I told him that I had but a few shillings,
of my own, but that I had three gold sovereigns that were my uncle's--he
had more, a great deal more, when he died, but somebody must have taken
it away--and that was all I had in the world besides their chests of
clothes and things. And then he said, that it was very lucky for me that
I had that, for he would have to pay half a guinea head-money for each
passenger, no matter how many were dead, and then he would have to pay
the custom-house duty, and the wharfage and the cartage, and the week in
advance for the board, and that would take all the money and more too,
but he would pay that and hold the things until I could pay him back. So
I gave him the money, and he got the chests, all but my trunk, I would
keep that, and took them ashore, and took me to a boarding-house, and
that was the last I ever saw of him, or the money or chests either, he
had robbed me of all of my poor uncle's things, and my three gold
sovereigns; so the landlady said, and he never paid her a cent of board.
I did not know what to do; I was willing to work, but how should I find
a place. The landlady said, I must go to the 'Intelligence office.' I
thought I should like to go somewhere to get intelligence of the man who
had run away with my things, or any other intelligence that would be of
any benefit to a poor stranger in this great Babel of a city. And I
asked her to tell me the way to the 'Intelligence office,' and I went
there. It was a great room, divided into two parts; one was full of men,
and the other of girls, sitting on long benches. I went in and sat down
among them, and I suppose, I looked sad--I felt so, and I felt worse
when I heard some of the girls snickering, and overheard them say,
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