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
The next day was fixed for the departure of the society as well as of
Werner; but the latter had soon completed what little arrangements he
had to make, and determined to seek the Hehrmanns once more, and to pass
the last few hours in New York, at all events, with them; he was,
however, by no means agreeably surprised to find the doctor already
there again, and to hear that the latter had determined to make the
journey as far as Cincinnati (where he gave out that he had business)
with them. Werner, it is true, soon forgot all lesser cares in the
absorbing pain of a parting from his beloved, for it was in vain to try
to conceal from himself with what earnestness his heart clung to the
Pastor's little daughter; and he only pressed Helldorf's hand in
silence, when the latter asked him, in a whisper, if he did not also
think "that the air of Tennessee would agree particularly well with
him?"
In the meantime, the travellers had many things to arrange, and had
their hands full of business; the committee, therefore, gratefully
accepted the offer of Dr. Normann, to assist the Messrs. Siebert in the
care of the freight, while Mr. Hehrmann and Becher, with the help of
Werner and young Helldorf, endeavoured to procure what conveniences they
could for the women.
Dr. Normann, quite in American fashion, had with him only a small
portmanteau, not much bigger than a knapsack, in order, he said, to have
his things sent after him subsequently; but the more baggage, on the
other hand, did the "allies" carry with them, and the committee began
already to perceive that it would not have been so much amiss if they
had paid a little more attention to what the Captain of the "Hoffnung"
had told them about this. But after dragging their goods so far, they
considered that they must now go through with it, and before long the
last article was stowed away in the mighty steamer. The New York clocks
struck five, the ship's bell rang for the third time, and the ropes and
planks were drawn in; the white steam rose into the clear air in puffs,
which followed each other more and more quickly--the colossus gained
life, and the wheels struck and pressed with a splash the little waves
behind them. The boat pushed from the shore--it strove, panting, against
the descending water--struck the waves away on each side--and now, with
the mighty power of her boilers and cylinders, the vessel dashed forward
on her clear and mirror-like course.
Helldorf tried in vain to drag Werner from the landing-place, where,
pressed upon by the crowd driving hither and thither, he could hardly
stand. His eyes hung upon the outlines of the boat, now becoming each
minute less distinct, where but a few seconds before he thought that he
had remarked the waving of a fluttering handkerchief, and only when she
had disappeared round a bend in the river, did he yield his arm to his
friend, and wander silently by his side, back into the city.
FOOTNOTES:
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