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
"Strange!" grumbled Siebert to himself; but the idea did not seem to
please him, that only a solitary wood-cutter should occupy the mouth of
their river; for he concluded, not unreasonably, that many settlers must
have located themselves there, had the watercourse been of any
magnitude; he said nothing about it, however. And now preparations
commenced in earnest for getting ready all their cargo of valuables, in
order not to be detained too long with the unloading when the boat
should land. It was unpleasant, of course, that it should rain and be
dark when they reached the place of their destination, but that could
not be helped; all were glad to be so near the goal, and had not the
least fear for the future. They were aware, no doubt, that they should
have to make shift with the few buildings which they should find upon
their farm, but still it was a beginning, and comforts might be obtained
by and by.
Night came on--the rain poured down in streams--all nature seemed in
agitation; but the mighty boat hissed and hurried through the roaring
storm, dashing with its paddles the yellow waves the wilder, towards the
steep and loose river hanks, where they broke, so that here and there
large lumps of earth were loosened and precipitated with a splash into
the flood.
"But we can't land in weather like this," said Von Schwanthal to
Siebert, senior; "the captain will have to lie-to until to-morrow
morning."
"That he wont;" said Siebert, shaking his head, "we needn't reckon upon
that; these captains of steamers are a rough, hardened set of fellows;
no, he would put us ashore if it rained pebble-stones."
"If there's only a good tavern not far from the shore we may there await
better weather."
"Well, I hope there may be!" sighed Siebert, and went to his box, to
cord it and get it ready.
Bustling activity now reigned everywhere among the passengers, but not
the best of humours; the weather had put them out, and the greater part
of them sat about, grumbling, agitated by uncomfortable feelings, in the
corners of the 'tween decks.
Midnight was past, when the bell rang for landing, while the thunder
outside accompanied its sound, which echoed far out into the darkness.
Not long after a firebrand was swung on the left shore, and the vessel
took a sweep in order to lie-to with her stern to the stream; the
captain at the same time stepped to the 'tween decks, and cried--
"Big Halchee--who's for the shore?"
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