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IS 4.2 Story of an Emigrant.
bought a ticket on a sailing vessel bound for New York, so
that we could not make the vovage together. But we
agreed to hunt each other up after our arrival in America.
We left Sweden about the same time with the understandintr
that if we arrived first we should meet him in New York, and
if he arrived first he should go to Boston to meet us there.
About a week after our arrival in Boston, we heard that
the vessel on which he had embarked had arrived, and I
immediately left for New York to fulfill our promise. But,
unfortunately, I found he had already gone west, so 1 bought
a return ticket to Boston the same day. The journey was
by steamboat to Fall River, thence by rail to Boston. We
lelt New York in the evening. I remained 011 the deck, and
went to sleep about ten o’clock 011 some wooden boxes.
About eleven o’clock I awoke, saw the steamer laying too.
and, supposing we were at Fall River, hurried off and
followed the largest crowd, expecting thus to get to the railroad
depot. Striking 110 depot, however, I returned to the
harbor, only to find the steamer gone, and everybody but myself
had vanished from the pier.
There I stood, in the middle of the night, without money,
ignorant of the language, and not even knowing where I
was! Tired and discouraged I finally threw myself down
on a wooden box 011 the sidewalk, and went to sleep. About
five o’clock in the morning a big policeman aroused me bv
poking at me with his club. This respectable incarnation
of social order evidently took me for a tramp or a madman,
and as he could not obtain any intelligible information from
me in any language known to him, he took me to a small
shoe store kept by a German.
Fortunately, my acquaintance with the German language
was sufficient to enable me to explain myself, and I soon
found that I had left the steamer several hours too early;
that the name of this place was New London, that another
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