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 the weather did not continue so favourable as it had been. From the
other side of the river, from above the close tree-tops, dark heavy
masses of cloud rolled themselves on towards them, spread all over the
sky, and made the neighbourhood look yet more dreary and more
forbidding. Now and then single clouds discharged their loads of water,
and the rain streamed down at those moments with such fearful force that
the people in the boat, which rushed through it, felt quite anxious and
frightened. But while they were sitting in the dry and tolerably
comfortable space of the lower deck, awaiting the clearing up of the
weather, the by no means agreeable cry of "wood aboard! wood aboard!"
was heard through the boat, and, well or ill, _all_ had to turn out, for
_all_ had engaged, when they paid less passage-money than they otherwise
would have done, to help to carry the wood for the firing of the boat. A
certain Republican spirit had prompted them not to shrink from a kind of
work which some other passengers who travelled with them did not shun.
It is true that they had not taken into account that their clothes were
not suitable, and that they possessed neither the practice nor the
endurance required to bear, without grumbling, a hardship which they now
discovered was none of the lightest.
The evening set in; it became dark, and rained as though the skies were
coming down; and during several hours they had to clamber up the steep
and slippery river-bank, about twenty or thirty feet in height, and get
down again with three or four heavy pieces of cordwood on their
shoulders, in doing which they not unfrequently slipped and fell, and
sometimes hurt themselves considerably without receiving any comfort in
return, except that, when after three hours' work, they went on board
again, tired and worn out, with torn and soiled clothes, they were
laughed at into the bargain by the crew of the "Orinoco." In return for
this, and for a repetition of the same work two or three times more,
they saved a dollar per man on the whole voyage.
The next day was not much better; the weather remained dull and rainy,
and the wood-carrying had to be done twice more; but they were now
hourly approaching nearer and nearer to the object of their journey, and
the captain told Siebert, senior, who spoke English, that he should land
them about one in the morning at the mouth of the Big Halchee.
"Do you know the place?" asked Siebert.
"No, I do not; but the pilot thinks it is a little creek of that name,
and lies between Randolph and the northern boundary of Tennessee."
"What is the name of the town at the mouth of it, then?"
"Town!--there's no town at the mouth."
"No town! Well, then, some little place?"
"Yes; a cordwood-chopper lives there with his family, if he has not
moved away yet. Those people are always on the move."
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