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
But just the same sort of sighing and groaning arose from several sides,
and the stout woman near them seemed especially affected by something or
other, for her sighs followed each other faster and faster, her limbs
began to tremble, and everything showed that she must be dreadfully
excited. All at once, a change came over the whole spirit of the fat
woman; her gaze was fixed on the tailor, who tremblingly followed her
every movement with his eyes; her nostrils dilated, her mouth opened,
and, uttering a loud scream, she jumped up.
"Oh Lord!" cried the tailor, and his knees knocked together. Schmidt
looked round for the first time at the inspired one, who moved up and
down, stamped with her feet, clenched her hands, and cried and rejoiced.
Schmidt cast his eyes round about, but to his inexpressible surprise
nobody seemed to trouble himself about the stout woman; the people did
not so much as look round; and as he thought that she must be possessed
by an evil spirit, at least, he pressed past the tailor, who made room
for him with the greatest pleasure, and took hold of the arms of the
woman, who was striking about her violently.
"Break open her thumbs--break open her thumbs!" the shoemaker exclaimed;
and Schmidt, poor fellow, good-naturedly tried to comply, when a
dreadful cry met his ear; at the same time he felt himself suddenly
seized simultaneously by the collar, by the arms, and by the shoulders,
and before he could exactly comprehend what was taking place, or what
was intended, he lay peacefully alongside of the shoemaker in the
street. Scarce had they had time to pick themselves up and look about
them, when the door opened once more, and the tailor, without his hat,
made a mighty spring, clean over the pavement and gutter, into the
carriage-road, where he fell nearly doubled together, but quickly
gathering himself up again, and either not heeding or else not hearing
the calls of his comrades, he flew along the street in wild haste, till
on his turning the corner they lost sight of him.
The passers-by began to take notice, so the shoemaker took hold of
Schmidt's arm, and they forsook together a spot where their presence
began to attract attention. It was not until they had got into the
vicinity of their inn again that Schmidt stopped in surprise, and,
staring at the other, said--"Well, I beg of you!--did you ever
experience the like in your whole life?"
"For the first time to-day!" the shoemaker replied. "But where can the
little one be?"
"We shall be obliged to have him advertised in the newspapers," Schmidt
said; "for, with such a start as he took at the church, he'll never stop
again till he drops. How he ran, to be sure!"
"Yes; and what did they really turn us out for, after all?" asked the
shoemaker; "perhaps it was because you went to the assistance of the fat
woman?"
"Ask them," growled Schmidt; "rough people, they are. Well! if they only
wait till they catch me in one of their churches again!"
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