Produced by Charles Bowen, from page scans provided by the Web Archive Page scan source: http://www.archive.org/details/germanpioneersta01spie [Illustration: "You are not my maid-servant, Catherine," he said gently. (P. 57.)] THE GERMAN PIONEERS A TALE OF THE MOHAWK BY FREDERICK SPIELHAGEN. _TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY_ The REV. LEVI STERNBERG. D. D. CHICAGO: Donohue, Henneberry & Co. 1891. * * * * * Copyright, 1891 BY DONOHUE, HENNEBERRY & CO. * * * * * THE GERMAN PIONEERS CHAPTER I On a certain forenoon in the month of April, 1758, there was unusual activity in the harbor of New York. In spite of the disagreeable weather--which had now already lasted two days, with dense fogs and drizzling rain, and even then, from low, gray clouds, was drenching the multitude--there stood upon the quay dense groups of people looking at a large Dutch three-master, which had already lain a couple of days in the roadstead, and now was swinging at anchor in the troubled water nearer shore. "The gentlemen would have done better to have remained at home," said a little man, referring to two broad-shouldered farmers, who stood near. "I will eat my tailor's goose and not be called Samuel Squenz if, out of the skin-covered skeletons which have thus far passed here on their way to the state-house to take the oath of allegiance to our king--whom may God bless--they can select a single ordinary farmhand." "Have you seen them?" asked another, who had just joined the group. "Have I seen them!" replied Samuel Squenz. "We have all seen them. I tell you, neighbor, had they come out of the grave after lying there four months they could not have more bones and less flesh. Surely four months in the grave and four months on that Hollander amounts to about the same thing." "The poor devils!" said the other. "Ah, what poor devils?" called out a man, distinguished from those around him by his larger wig, more careful dress, rotund body, red, flabby cheeks, and German accent. "Poor devils! What brings them here? What are we to do with the starved ragamuffins, of whom one half could not pay full fare? Now according to our wise laws a wage-sale must be openly made, as was yesterday advertised both in the 'Gazette' and in the 'Journal.'" "They bring us nothing into the country except the dirty rags they have on and ship-fever, from which may God protect us," called out Samuel Squenz. "I kept nose and mouth shut as the vermin crept past us." "It is a sin," said neighbor Flint.