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
Becher had gone to New Orleans, and the rest gradually dispersed to all
quarters of the compass. Hehrmann saw them, one after another, take
their leave, or even forsake the place without leave-taking; but when he
was left almost alone, and wished himself to seek a better, healthier
home, when his last friend had disappeared with Wolfgang, who had
cleared out for Missouri as late as seven months since, he found, to his
alarm, that he no longer possessed the means. He had given away
everything--sacrificed all, in order that he might not see his favourite
plan, the union of Germans in, a fraternal society, founder. He had,
when they learnt from Buffalo that the things left behind there were
gone, and could not be traced, and the landlord pretended to know
nothing about anything of the kind--when subsequently link after link
of the chain fell away, when those forsook him on whom he had calculated
most--even when ridicule or contemptuous laughter met his ear, he had
never hesitated. "We are melted down to a few," he used to say to those
few, "but we can yet prove that people who religiously are in earnest in
the good cause, can carry it through in spite of the greatest
difficulties."
But he soon discovered that those who continued with him were, for the
most part, merely compelled to do so, because they did not possess a
single dollar wherewith to pay their passage anywhere else, and gladly
seized upon the first opportunity which offered, without troubling
themselves much as to what became of Pastor Hehrmann and his family,
whom they left alone in the swamps.
One only continued with them honestly and faithfully--one only never
forgot how well, how kindly he had been taken by the hand by this
family, when he himself stood alone and friendless. This was Charles,
the former glazier's apprentice, and richly did he requite all the
benefits he had received, especially during the past summer, when Pastor
Hehrmann, himself, was confined to his bed for weeks, by fever. Oh, how
often, how ardently had they longed for Werner to come back--that he
might keep his word, and seek them again in their now disconsolate
solitude! Alas! the mother had already begun to doubt, and had said--
"You'll see, my child; he has acted like the rest of them; he has gone
off, far, far away, and no longer thinks of those, formerly his so dear
friends, whom he has left behind."
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