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
At last, one fine morning, when the sun was shining warmly and
refreshingly on deck, he had the idlers asked once more to come upon
deck, and as the summons was unheeded, the word of command was given
down both hatchways, "All on deck!--all on deck!"
This, too, was unavailing; it had been tried several times already. But,
when all the well-disposed had obeyed, and women and children had left
the between-decks, several sailors simultaneously descended the two
hatchways, four of them, provided with pots of tar and red hot irons,
and two with pans of sulphur. When the latter had ignited their
brimstone, the others dipped their irons in the tar, and such a vapour
immediately filled the hold, that the sailors, familiar as they were
with climbing up and down, could scarce find their way into the open
air, where they were received with hurrahs by the Emigrants.
Meanwhile, it fared very ill with the poor "immoveables," who tried in
vain to find their way to the hatchways; they could neither find them
nor their way back to their berths, but were obliged to wrap their
jackets round their heads, and throw themselves on the ground, there,
half suffocated, to await the drawing off of the dreadful smoke. But the
remedy was effectual--for on the following morning, when the voices of
the two sailors were heard at the hatchways, not one passenger was
missing from on deck.
All had now recovered--even the poor girl had got better under the
careful nursing of the women, assisted by some medicines ordered by
Werner, and she met with every assistance and sympathy which she could
expect, under such circumstances and in such a position.
But the longed-for coast now drew nearer and nearer, and the passengers,
by this time grown impatient, expected daily to see the wished-for shore
rise out of the blue distance; the lead had been twice successfully
cast, and the depth found announced the neighbourhood of the coast.
One morning, the glad cry of "Land! land!" resounded in their ears, and
before the eyes of those who were half awake could distinguish the low
blue stripe, almost fading in the horizon, and stretching out towards
the north-west, a charming little cutter shot towards them, with the
speed of an arrow, through the waves; the flag of the United States, the
stars and stripes, fluttered at the mast, and in a few minutes more the
pilot, a tall, haggard-looking man, in a black dress coat, dazzling
white linen, and a large gold watch-chain, sprang, with a bound, up the
ship's side.
With wonder, bordering upon awe, the steerage passengers gazed at the
pilot, who was no sooner on board than he took upon himself the complete
command of the ship, and ordered the sailors about as though he had made
the whole voyage out with them. He was the first actual living American
whom they had seen, and spoke real English.
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