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Riis, Jacob A., 1849-1914

"The Making of an American"

And yet, such is life, presently I felt my heart bound
with a new courage. All was not lost yet. The world was before me.
But yesterday the chance befell that, in going to communion in the
old Domkirke, I knelt beside her at the altar rail. I thought of
that and dried my eyes. God is good. He did not lay it up against
me. When next we met there, we knelt to be made man and wife, for
better or worse; blessedly, gloriously for better, forever and aye,
and all our troubles were over. For had we not one another?


CHAPTER II
I LAND IN NEW YORK AND TAKE A HAND IN THE GAME

The steamer _Iowa_, from Glasgow, made port, after a long and stormy
voyage, on Whitsunday, 1870. She had come up during the night, and
cast anchor off Castle Garden. It was a beautiful spring morning,
and as I looked over the rail at the miles of straight streets, the
green heights of Brooklyn, and the stir of ferryboats and pleasure
craft on the river, my hopes rose high that somewhere in this
teeming hive there would be a place for me. What kind of a place
I had myself no clear notion of.


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