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4.2 Story of an Emigrant.
steamer would eome past at the same time the next night,
so that all I had to do was to wait for that steamer and go
to Boston on the same ticket.
I spent the day in seeing the city and chatting with my
friend, the shoe maker, and in the evening returned to the
wharf to watch for the Boston steamer.
This being my ague day, I had violent attacks of ague and
fever, so that I was again lorccd to lie down to rest on the
same wooden box. and again went to sleep. After a while I
was aroused by the noise of the approaching steamer; rushed
on board in company with some other passengers, and
considered myself very fortunate when reflecting that I would
surely be in Boston the next morning. I had made myself
familiar with the surroundings during the day, and when
the steamer started, I noticed that it directed its course
towards New York, instead of Boston. I had no money to
pay my fare to New York, could neither borrow nor beg, and
so I crawled down in a little hole in the fore part of the
steamer, where the tackles and ropes were kept, thus,
fortunately, escaping the notice of the ticket collector.
The next evening I again embarked for Boston and finally
arrived safely at my destination.x
We stayed in Boston several weeks, and during that time
my ague caused a heavy drain on our small treasury. We
had no definite plan, did not know what to do, and as we
had never been used to anv kind of hard work, matters
began to assume a serious aspect, especially in regard to
myself. But then, as now, the hope of many a young man was
the Great West which, at that time, was comparatively little
known even in Boston. Toward the close of the month of
Tulv we, therefore, went to Buffalo, which was as far as our
money would carry us. Here we put up at a cheap boarding
house kept bv a Norwegian by name of Larson, with whom
we stopped while trying to get work. But having learned
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