The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrantsGerstäcker, Friedrich
General
The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrants
Gerstäcker, Friedrich
Germany -- Emigration and immigration -- Fiction; Immigrants -- Fiction
Schmidt, as a farmer, and a wheelwright from Brunswick territory,
performed the most effective services at this task, and in a short time
the conveyances were ready for departure. One trifle, certainly, was
still wanting, namely, cattle to draw them, and it was not until all was
finished, and ready to move on, that the good folks thought of this
deficiency.
It is true that neither horses nor other cattle could be seen about the
place, but Mr. Becher did not doubt but that the farmer would find some;
for the wood, piled up in considerable quantities on the beach, proved
clearly enough that more than human strength had been required to get it
all to the margin of the stream. But for the moment there appeared no
prospect of being able to induce the man, who was engaged in paying the
last duties to his wife, to fetch horses or oxen, whichever he might
possess, and all further work had to be suspended until the conclusion
of that melancholy duty.
Becher himself therefore began to examine the soil and surface upon
which they now found themselves, more minutely, and the four allies,
with two Oldenburghers and the wheelwright, now wandered along the
margin of the Mississippi and looked at the surrounding landscape, as
well as at the farm which had received them on their entrance upon their
new mode of life with such melancholy and unpropitious omens.
The tailor went ahead upon the narrow footpath which led along the bank
of the Mississippi; Becher and Schmidt followed; then came the shoemaker
and the brewer, and the Oldenburghers brought up the rear. They had
scarcely marched 200 yards in this order before they came to the banks
of a muddy brook with a rather wide bed, but which now appeared nearly
dried up, and poured its muddy water in a narrow thread only into the
Mississippi. Near its mouth several immense cotton-wood and cypress
trees lay, wildly thrown together, forming a kind of natural bridge,
whilst some broken branches and stems stuck in the mud of the brook in
all directions, and appeared sufficient of themselves to prevent
navigation, even with a light boat.
Nearly all the stems which projected out of the turbid water were
closely covered with small soft-shelled mud-turtles, which, when they
perceived the approaching men on the bank above them, quickly flapped
head foremost into the water again.
"A beautiful neighbourhood," said the tailor, stopping at the extreme
verge of the bank, and pointing to the scene before them--"a very
beautiful neighbourhood; and for this we have travelled, Heaven knows
how many hundred miles, to take a summer lodging here! Well, I must say
Dr. Normann shows remarkable taste; I really admire it."
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