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
"Possible!" said the other, laughing bitterly; "what is not possible in
these German taverns in America? But come away from here; my blood
boils, from merely breathing the air of the neighbourhood of this
pestilent hole; come along, and I will relate to you my story, and that
of thousands more, who have lost, and will lose, all they possess in the
same way."
The three men walked some paces in silence, side by side, when the poor
German thus began:--
"It is now two years since I landed here in a French ship from Havre; I
had not a single acquaintance in all America, nor did I consider that I
required one, but relied on my own strength and perseverance, for I was
healthy and strong, and called about fifteen dollars in ready money, and
a large chest full of linen and clothes, my own: what more did I want? I
went, as being near the landing-place, into this godless house. Had I
only kept my eyes open, the first view must have betrayed the character
of the crib to me; but, as it was, I thought I could make shift in it;
paid my two dollars and a half per week for board, and tried to find
work. In vain did I run about daily; the times were bad; I could not
speak English, and besides I would not undertake any kind of work that I
did not thoroughly understand, and thus months passed by, during which
the landlord, when I returned of an evening, unsuccessful, consoled me,
and obliged me to drink, at which he was always ready to give me the
benefit of his company. It is true that I was not then aware that,
according to an American custom, I had to pay for both glasses, as well
for that which he drank as for my own; or, rather, that he chalked it
up.
"Ultimately, he got my last dollar, and I wanted to leave, with about
fifty cents in my pocket, and go to work somewhere or other, if only for
my board, but he still persuaded me to remain. He would arrange the
matter, he said; something or other would turn up some of these days,
and I was not to let my spirits droop; that I knew very well that I
might have credit with him, and that I need have no anxiety about that.
Fool that I was, I followed his advice.
"Thus a fortnight more passed away, and my debt to him, for board and
drink, might perhaps amount to six dollars, when, one Saturday evening,
he called me aside, and declared that he could not feed me for nothing
any longer, and that I must look about for a lodging elsewhere. I then
informed him of my total inability to pay, which, besides, he knew very
well before, and offered him some of my shirts in lieu of payment; for I
told him he need not suppose that I wanted to cheat him; he declined
this, on the pretence that he could not mix himself up with barter of
that kind; that he wanted money, and not linen, to pay for his liquors
and his provisions; and that if I were not in a position to pay money
then, I had better look about and see where I could earn some, and that,
meanwhile, he should retain my chest as a security.
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