Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-05-16

ened under the privation and care Of her
dear babies. and week before the ship
reached the quarantine ground, she died,
leaving her infant babe in the arms of
her daughter Mathilde, who promised
her dying parent to be mother 10 the
little orphans, in strange land.
just at the peep of day, l had finish
ed my slumbers, and turned for out OBJ
servstion. The wind had scarcely aba
ted a jot /; the spray few high above the
pilot house the sheep. man declared his
Merinoes would die in such a constant
drenching but the babies of my good
Schiller were waking up. as if nothing
had happened, and perched upon stacks
of bales and boxes, soon after taking
their coarse breakfast with better rel
ish than the passengers in the cabin.
So GoD gives his poor capacity for
enjoyment, suited to their condition.
We should have been in Cleveland at
Z O'Clock that morning, but by the force
of the wind, we were kept back till after
IP.M.
Captain Hazard was not sure he
could 60 in that port at all but before
we got up to the city, the wind hauled a
little to the south, and by skillful ma
neuvre, he laid his boat alongside the
pier. Then there was glad hurrying
to get on the solid land the big iIon-
bound chests of the emigrants we're piled
upon the dock, and the women and chill
dren came out and shook themselves,
like uncaged ducklings after shower.
By this delay, 1 had lost the early
tain for Columbus, and so had to wait
until evening. went up town, to shake
hands with the editor of the Ohio Far.
mer, and to telegraph to my expectant
family, that l would be in next morning;
at which time l tapped at my wife's win
dow. tefore daylight, and thanked God
to find all my dear ones well.
Last autumn, took ride along the
Little Miami Railroad, and stopping at
-, porter asked me if had any
baggage for the - Eagle Hotel ga There
was something about the man that made
me think / had seen him before but
while I was going off the platform, he
took me by the hand, saying, in lame
English,
"Are yon Mr.. H. ?"
$50, so, Gottfried," said I, edo you
live here ?''
Yes, and SO does Mathilde, and the
rest of US, and Wilhelm and Madeline"
And sure enough, at the switch box l
found Wilhelm, with his eye on the train,
ready 10 set the switch. So l asked
where he kept Madeline, and he pointed
to little cabin on the edge of the town.
OF course, / must see Madeline, and
after getting dinner, walked over to the
cabin. There sat my Rhenish belle,
awkwardly stitching at some brief gar
msnt, and upon bed in the corner, lay
the claimant to her lsbors, in the shape
OF another little Schiller
Il see how it is" said l, "you took
my advice, did you, and saved the fifty
thalers ?"
"Ah, yes," said she, blushing, "and
we are Just a. well married, too, for a
couple of thalers. and that is better than
to wait half year longer in Germany to
earn the money ; and by next year we
will save money enough to buy us this
little house and lot, and then we shall be
so happy"
You are right. Madeline Wilhelm
was a trusty boy, and you will make
him a good wife, know"
Such is brief chapter, in three sec.
tons. of how Old Germany becomes
Young America and now, dear read
ers, for The third and last time, we will
take leave Of our Pilgrims of the Rhine.