The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrantsGerstäcker, Friedrich
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The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrants
Gerstäcker, Friedrich
Germany -- Emigration and immigration -- Fiction; Immigrants -- Fiction
Now there was nothing unusual in this; on the contrary, it was a matter
of course; every company that bivouacks in the woods--be they raftsmen,
on the banks or neighbourhood of a stream, or settlers, or even trappers
of beavers and otters,--have their hunters, often five or six men, who
hunt in the vicinity of the camp, and regularly bring in their booty.
The colony stood much in need of such a hunter, or rather, of several
such, but Von Schwanthal was not the man for it; for hardly had he
ventured a hundred paces into the thicket--scarcely did he find himself
surrounded on all sides by heaven-aspiring trees and wild bush, before
he listened attentively for the sound of the axes, as it reverberated
towards him, so that he might not possibly miss the direction; and he
would not have been induced to leave the neighbourhood of the people for
all the game in the world. That he could not get a shot in this way may
be imagined, and he came back regularly every evening, weary and hungry,
in order to victual himself again for the following morning, to beat
about the semicircle, with which he now began to be tolerably
acquainted, once more, and afterwards to abuse the neighbourhood in
which fortune had cast them, for want of game.
The old negro arrived about this time, with the second load, several
more axes, a barrel of flour, a barrel of beans, and a barrel of salt
pork; he brought also a fowling-piece, one of the long Yankee rifles,
with him.
Von Schwanthal viewed this new shooting apparatus with a very
incredulous smile, for the rough stock, carved out of very common wood,
the old, rusty barrel itself, which certainly could not boast of a
promising appearance, the large knife with a brown wooden handle, the
old leather bag, with a couple of flints, two bullets, a screw-driver,
and a mould; these, taken altogether, looked anything but sportsmanlike,
and contrasted very unfavourably with the excellent apparatus of the
German sportsman.
But when the latter got up, on the ensuing morning, he heard a shot at
no great distance from him, and looked about everywhere for Sam; but Sam
had started before daybreak, and shortly returned, panting under the
weight of a splendid young deer, which he carried upon his shoulders.
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