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
Siebert, senior, had meanwhile looked round once more after Dr. Normann,
but without being able to see or hear anything of him, and the emigrants
had to comfort themselves with the fact, that he had promised to visit
them very shortly in their new settlement. For the moment, also, their
senses were too much occupied with the present, in seeing all that was
new, which glided past them, sometimes on the river, sometimes on the
shore, and as the weather was warm and beautiful, they spent the greater
part of the day, as of the night, on deck.
Bertha, after the doctor left the boat, had given vent to her distressed
feelings, in her lonely berth, by a healing flood of tears; but
determined on concealing the conversation which had taken place from her
parents, in order not to trouble them unnecessarily, and at breakfast
she appeared collected and almost cheerful.
The boat pursued its course with rushing speed down stream, and already,
on the second evening, reached the mouth of the Ohio, the little town of
Cairo, at the south-west angle of Illinois State. But here the
passengers had the mortification to discover that they were to be
removed into another boat--"the Orinoco," upon one of the largest of the
Mississippi steamers, as the smaller, "Dayton," hoped to do more
business on the Ohio, which just then could not be conveniently
navigated by the larger vessels, by reason of the want of water. But
they did not experience much inconvenience in the matter, for the little
vessel laid herself close alongside of the larger one, and in less than
three hours all was ended, and their position was at the same time
considerably improved, as well as regards room as convenience.
Now, therefore, they found themselves, for the first time, on the mighty
Mississippi River; Pastor Hehrmann gazed gloomily out upon the yellow
surface of its waters, which with headlong rapidity rolled themselves
down in enormous breadth between its flat banks.
"And I had pictured to myself such a lovely idea of this mighty
Mississippi!" he murmured to himself; "and now it looks so desert and
wild, so malicious and spiteful: many a thing loses its charm when it is
looked at near at hand."
The remaining settlers seemed less unpleasantly surprised by the grand
surface of water which spread itself out before them.
"That's something like a river!" said the tailor; "one almost feels as
though one were going to sea again; I really should not know which way
to steer to get down it."
"It's a good job the pilot isn't quite so stupid," said the shoemaker,
and the little one probably concurred in this view, for he simply nodded
his head.
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