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20 Story of an Emigrant.
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At this time the Swedes were so little known, and Jenny
Lind, on the other hand, so renowned in America, that the
Swedes were frequently called "Jenny Lind men," this
designation being often applied to myself.
Having purchased tickets for Albany, we returned East in
the month of August. I still remember how we rode all
night in a crowded second-class car, listening to the noisy
merry-making of our fellow-passengers; but we understood
very little of it, for up to this time we had lived exclusively
among our own countrymen, and learned only a few English
words — a mistake, by the way, which thousands of
immigrants have made and are still making.
Arriving at Albany, we sat down bv an old stone wall
near the railroad depot, to talk over our affairs. Fate had
been against us while we remained together, and we
probably depended too much upon each other. Accordingly, we
decided to part for some time and try our luck separately;
and if one of us met with success he would, of course, soon
be able to find a position for the other. We decided by
drawing lots that Eustrom should go to Boston and I to
New York. When we had bought our tickets there remained
one dollar, which we divided, and we left for our respective
places of destination the same evening.
Our landlord in Buffalo had given us the address of a
sailors’ boarding-house in New York, which was also kept by a
Norwegian by the same name of Larson. So when I left the
Hudson River steamer carlv the next morning, I paid my
half-dollar to a drayman, who took me to said boarding
house. I found Mr. Larson to be a kind, good-natured man,
told him my difficulties right out, and asked him to let me
stop at his house until I could find something to do. He
agreed to this, and for a week or so I tried mv best to get
work. But, when asked what kind of work I could do, I
was compelled to answer that I had learned no trade, but
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