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
Wolfgang, quite aroused from his sorrow by the need in which he saw so
many of his fellow countrymen plunged, by the appeal made to his whole
activity and knowledge of life in the woods, and who hoped to find
alleviation, or at least temporary forgetfulness of his grief in
distraction, undertook the cause of the new settlers with cheerful
zeal; he soon chose a somewhat elevated spot, not far from running
water, and near enough, also, to the place where the people would have
to clear their first field; then worked and toiled as though he were
about to found a home for himself, and to clear and till his own land.
They quickly removed thither the things which they had brought with
them, and pacified the women as well as they could, concerning their
disappointed expectations; for to conceal the facts from them for that
day would have availed nothing but to have made them anxious all night,
and to have still, of necessity, learnt them on the following morning.
The plan with the old planks turned out well; the greater part of them
were still serviceable, only the getting them down was attended with
some danger. But the tailor, on the one side, and Scipio, on the other,
performed essential services on the occasion, and the former boasted not
a little of the dangers to which he had been exposed, when, two nights
later, the ruinous hut, with the whole piece of ground on which it
stood, really followed the kitchen and the smoke house.
The precaution for the encampment proved to have been necessary, for
towards morning there fell a tolerably smart shower of rain, from which
all the settlers were protected, and next day they proceeded with fresh
energy to the erection of the shanties in which they intended to pass
the winter.
But now it appeared how much they all had to learn, for no one knew how
to handle the axe, and in splitting the four feet long slabs, they were
all, even the carpenters themselves, very awkward. Wolfgang did not
allow any trouble to put him out, but worked from morning until late,
and on the evening of the second day he had the satisfaction of seeing
that all had a roof to their heads, and that the company was at least
sheltered from storm and rain.
The articles left behind, on the banks of the Mississippi, now began to
be much wanted, and their friendly helper determined to return with his
negro, and to send up the other black to the raising of the houses and
chimneys.[18] He promised to relieve him again himself, for it would
still be too quiet and lonely for him on his desolate hearth; received a
few commissions to buy provisions for them of the steamers which might
land there, and, after bidding a hearty farewell to all his
newly-acquired, and worthily deserved friends, left the "dead clearing,"
as the place had really been called, on account of its desolation, by
the hunters who made excursions thereabouts.
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