Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1847-09-16

through his mlnd underlined VISIONS oI pelHS
able, some time or other, to purchase such
comlca machine for himself This seemed a
very unimportant incident of his childhood;
but it was the introduction of thread, that re-
appeared again in his web of life.
Fritz passed at the old mill four years Of
health, happiness, and hard labor. For three
wears, Father Rudolph was an unfailing source
of entertainment Alternately with his comic
old songs, and wild legends of fairies and COLLINS
he impaired much of travellers discursive OBJ
servation, and thorough practical knowledge
concerning the glossy jet backing. At last he
fell asleep, and the boy heard that pleasant old
voice no more except in the echong caves OF
memory The good grandmother survived the
companion Of her youth only few months
The ancient ballads she used to Groom at her
spinnng-wheeI, had caught something Of the mo-
notonous flow of the water, which forever accom-
down from the mill to the brook, missed the
quaint old melodies, as he would have missed the
rusng of the leaves, the chirping of the crlck-
cts, or any other dear old familiar sound. He
missed, too, her motherly ways, and the little
comforts with which her care supplied him
With the exception Of his rough but really kind
hearted uncle, he was now alone in the world.
He had visited Rudesheim but once, and had
then greatly amused Gretchen with his limitations
of the crazy clock. But his parents had since
removed to remote district, and he knew not
when he should see dear Gretchen again As
none of them could read or write, there came
no lidings to cheer the long years of separation
How his heart yearned at times for the good
mother and Joyous little sister
But when Uncle Heinrich announced his in
tcntion of removing to America the prospect of
new adventures and the youthful tendency to
look on the bright side of things, balanced the
pain Of parting from father-and. 1t is true, the
last night he slept at the old mill. the moonlight
had farewell sadness in its glance and the lit
tie stream murmured more pIantivey as it flowed.
Fritz thought perhaps they knew that he was
going away. They certainly seemed to sigh
forth, g We shall see thee no more, thou bright
strong child We remain but thou art passing
away"
When the cmigrants came to the seaport,
every thing was new and exciting to the mag
ination of Fritz. The ships out in the harbor
looked like great white birds, sailing through
the air How pleasant it must be to glide over
the wide waters But between ship in the
distance, and the ship we are in, there exists the
usual difference between the ideal and actual
There was little romance in the crowded cabin,
with hundreds of poor emigrants eating, d. ink
ing, and smoking, amid the odor of bige water
and the dreadful nausea of the sea. Poor Fritz
longed for the pure atmosphere and fresh flowing
brook at the mill However, there was always
America in prospect, painted to his imagination
like Islands of the Best Uncle Heinrich said
he would grow rich there and fairy whispered
in his ear that he himself might one day possess
a Copenhagen clock, bright and new, that would
play its tunes decently and in order. "No no, "
sand Fritz to the fairy, ." had rather buy Faith
Ter Rudolph's clock it was such a funny old
thing every WE'LL" replied the fairy, -" be
.diligent and saving, and perhaps | will one day
bring Father Rudophs clock to crow and sput-
ter to thee in New World"
But these golden dreams Of the future receiy-
ed a sad check. One day, there WIS cry OF
" man overheard p 1t occasioned the more
terror, because shark had been following in
the wake of the vessel for several days Boats
were lowered instantly but a crimson tinge on
the surface Of the water showed that their ti-
forts were useless 1t was not till some minutes
alter the confusion subsidized, that Fritz percev-
1t mice Ior
rlbe had been that crimson stain on the water
but now when he knew it was the life blood o.
his last and only friend, it made him faint anc
dizzy, as if it were flowing from his own veins
Uncle Henrich's hard-earned savings were
fastened within the belt he wore and a bundle
of coarse clothes, with few tools, were all tina
remained of his worldly possessions. The cap
tain had compassion on the desolate child, ant
charged nothing for his passage or food. Wher
the vessel came i'll sight of the port, the passen
gers, though most Of them poor raised iunt
for him by contribution. But who can describe
the utter loneliness Of the emigrant boy, whGr
he parted from his ship companions, and wan
dered through the crowded streets of New Yoll
without meeting single face he had ever seer
before Lights shone in cheerful easements
where families supPed together; but his goo'
hearted mother, and his dear little Gretchen
where were they.
. Oh, it was very sad to be so entirely alone, il
such wide, wide world Sometimes he saw
: boy turn around to stare at his queer little cap
and outlandish lrocIl but he could not under
stand what he said when he sung out, ether
goes what they call Flying Dutchman" Da
after day he tried for work, but could obtain none
Ills funds were running very low, and his hear
5 was extremely heavy. AS he stood leaun
against post one day, goat walked sowl
: towards him from neighboring court. Ho,
his heart leaped up TO greet her With he
came back images Of the castle on the Rhine
the blooming terrace, his kind father, his bless
ed mother, and his darling little sister. H
| patted the goats head, and kissed her, and look
t ed deep into her eyes, as he had done with tn
companion of his boyhood A stranger cam
S to lead the animal away, and when she wa