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
"Hold!" said Helldorf, seizing his hand; "we must not condemn all
without distinction; such letters are like wet percussion caps, they
generally miss fire; sometimes, however, one does explode, and the gun
goes off. Such a bit of paper is not heavy, and, at any rate, can do no
harm."
Werner put back the letters into his pocket, but opined that something
unforeseen must happen to induce him to make use of them.
Their preparations for the journey did not occupy much time, and as a
favourable wind filled their sails from New York, they passed Sandyhook
on the second evening, and, steering due south, entered the open sea.
With the exception of some storms, which they had to encounter in
crossing the Gulf Stream, their voyage was as quick and as pleasant a
one as could be expected at the season; only the heat became very
oppressive as they sailed along the Gulf of Florida, past the Havannah,
for the wind, which had hitherto brought some cool breezes with it, now
almost ceased.
It was on the sixteenth day from their departure from New York, that
Werner, stretched out on the bowsprit of the ship, looked forward at the
steamer which was approaching them, for the purpose of towing the ship
through the labyrinth of the Mississippi Delta, about eighty miles up
the broad stream, to New Orleans. She soon laid herself alongside the
ship, the ropes were made fast, and, leaving the flat, reedy, and swampy
shores of the outer mouth behind them, the "Porpoise" steamed away
against the current. Now they glided past between mighty forests
intergrown with reeds,--now these became more open--plantations became
visible,--and now, as they approached nearer and nearer to the gigantic
commercial city of the south, the constantly increasing civilization and
culture had driven the old, venerable, primeval forest far into the
background, so that its distant tops could only be discerned as a green
stripe on the horizon, and, instead thereof, a boundless sea of waving
sugar-canes, and tall, stiff, cotton-plants surrounded them.
Night closed in too soon for the astonished spectator, and by day-break
he was already awake again and on deck, to admire the panorama of New
Orleans, now spread out before him in all its grandeur.
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