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Riis, Jacob A., 1849-1914

"The Making of an American"

Not one of them, probably, would have thought of doing it
on the other side. They would have carried out their contract as
a matter of course. Here they broke it as a matter of course, the
minute it didn't suit them to go on. Two of them had been on our
steamer, and the thought of them makes me laugh even now. One was
a Dane who carried an immense knapsack that was filled with sausages,
cheese, and grub of all kinds when he came aboard. He never let
go of it for a moment on the voyage. In storm and sunshine he was
there, shouldering his knapsack. I think he slept with it. When I
last saw him hobbling down a side street in Pittsburg, he carried
it still, but one end of it hung limp and hungry, and the other was
as lean as a bad year. The other voyager was a jovial Swede whose
sole baggage consisted of an old musket, a blackthorn stick, and
a barometer glass, tied up together. The glass, he explained, was
worth keeping; it might some day make an elegant ruler. The fellow
was a blacksmith, and I mistrust that he could not write.
Adler and I went on to Brady's Bend.


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