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IS 4.2 Story of an Emigrant.
no trade and being unused to manual labor, we soon found
that it was impossible to get a job in the city; so we left our
baggage at the boarding house and started on foot for a
country place named Hamburg, some ten miles
distant-where we learned that two of our late companions across
the ocean had found employment. On the road to Hamburg,
about dusk, vve reached a small house by the wayside, where
we asked for food and shelter. I was so exhausted that my
friend had to support me in order to reach the house. We
found it occupied by a Swedish family, which had just sat
down to a bountiful supper. Telling them our condition, we
wrere roughly told to clear out; in Sweden, they said, they
had had enough of gentlemen and would have nothing to do
with them here.
We retraced our steps with sad hearts until a short
distance beyond the house we found an isolated barn partly
filled with hay. There was no one to object, so we took
possession and made it our temporary home. I am glad to
say that during a long life among all classes of people, from
the rudest barbarians to the rulers of nations, that family of
my own countrymen were the only people who made me
nearly lose faith in the nobler attributes of man. I have an
excuse,however,for this conduct in the fact that in the
mother-country, which they had left a year before, they had probably
been abused and exasperated on account of the foolish class
distinction then existing there. They evidently belonged to
that class of tenants who were treated almost like slaves.
The following day we found our late companions a mile
from our barn, both working for a farmer at $15.00 per
month, which was then considered big wages. They were
older men and accustomed to hard labor, so that their
situation was comparatively easy. They received us kindly and
procured work for Eustrom with the same farmer, while I,
still suffering with the ague, could not then attempt to work,
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