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
As they stopped at several small towns, they only reached Cincinnati,
the largest city of Ohio State, and, indeed, of the whole of Western
America, on the next day. The Captain announced to them that he should
remain there until the following morning, and, therefore, that they
would have ample time to look about the town, only they must be aboard
by seven the next morning. The people did not need to be told this
twice; they streamed ashore in shoals, and drew off in single groups
through the broad and handsome streets of the town. But everywhere they
met Germans; they saw their countrymen in all parts; and when they got
over some canal bridges into the other part of the town, their mother
tongue sounded out of every door, and out of every open window.
Our party of four, whom we have so often already followed in their
wanderings, again found themselves together, and determined to make a
regular good use of the day, to see whatever was worth seeing and within
reach, without much expense.
They strolled slowly along the quay, or steam-boat landing, as it is
there called, and were just passing one of the innumerable little
clothes-stores, when a young and dapper little fellow, with well-curled
hair, and very shining boots, dived out of the depths of the recess,
approached the four men, cast a scrutinizing glance at them, and then,
without more ado, seized Schmidt round the waist, and dragged him
towards the entrance, whilst he, at the same time, gabbled a lot of
English stuff to him, of which Schmidt did not understand one word.
"Let me go," he cried, peevishly, at last; "or at all events, talk so
that I may understand what you want."
The young man still hung back with his German, which, he undoubtedly
understood; but as he saw that his English was of no use, he begged our
four fellow-travellers in very good, though rather Jewish German, just
to step in and look at his goods.
"We don't want anything," said Schmidt, who did not feel comfortable at
being caught hold of in such a way by a stranger; "our clothes are all
good."
"All good!" repeated contemptuously the young Israelite--"all good? Then
I should like to see what you call bad. And you go across the street in
Cincinnati in that coat? you present yourself before decent people with
those trousers? you wear such a hat upon your head? If I only had a
garden I would change a new suit for this old one; I would, upon my
honour, only to get such a scarecrow for birds as is not to be found
elsewhere in the world--I give you my word of honour, I would."
"Hark ye," said Schmidt, who was getting angry, "what the---- Well, I
wont use bad language--though I was going to say----"
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