The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-29


and neither is any mans fortune.-
Hans Christian Gautze landed at Castle
Garden, New York, with good stout
shoes, a heavy suit OF clothes, a great
canvass bag, and staff to hang 1t
on.
He followed his fellow passengers to
the 'Deutchen Hdus' near by and after q
good nights rest and hearty breakfast,he
sought out German clergyman, told
him his story, and that he wanted po-
sition as teacher.
The good mans sensible advice was,
Push off into the country, and take
the very first work you can get, till you
can do better
:" He took the advice, and soon found
shelter, and plenty of hard work with
out wages, with an old farmer, seven
miles from our college-a man who
could always make work for those who
would do it without pay.
my friends work was picking buckle
berries-don't look as if you wanted
to correct me, and say, whortleber-
ries,' Joe. One is as proper as the
other.
Poor Hans bent his great back over
the low bushes hour after hour, till it
was ready to break ; and yet, at sun
down, the smart little Yankee urchins
beside him had twice as many berries to
carry home as he.
"Afler two or three days. efforts, the
small berries constantly slipping through
his great fingers, he said to the farmer,
in the poor English he had picked up at
home and on the sea-
"'You gives me hard work, works
hard; but berry is too leetle and runs
way from mel"
"'Oh, never mind that; you'll soon
larn to hold 'em,' replied Farmer Duff.
Small berries make big dollars, Hans
" The farmer soon learned that his
new hand would never make skill
full berry picker; SO he sent him out
with two bucketsful of the fruit to the
large town seven miles off, to peddle
them out.
" Before this time, Hans had found
that his Hebrew Bible and lexicon, his
Greek Testament, and the few other
books he owned, had been stolen from
his canvass bag in the New York board
ing-house; and he felt as if his only
friends and companions were gone from
him forever.
The farmers wife pitied him, and
said
CO Never mind. When you go ped
ding your berries, you can call at Prof.
Barclays and borrow some books
They read all their books in Greek and
Hebrew, and they're real good and
kind"
Hans understand enough of this to
make him happy. So, after selling
nearly all his load on the way, he
brought up, red and hot, at the back
door of Prof. Barclays house about
noon.
" There stood pretty, deli icate lady
over the hot stove, with baby in her
arms, and little fellow pulling at her
skirts and fretting for his dinner.
Ou ndntS bODl0 nOkRltDtITlt6
asked he, with beaming face.
Indeed do |" cried the lady. "My
kitchen-girl left me suddenly, because
the nurse was sick upstairs. have
two gentlemen coming to dinner, and
have no dessert"
"When Hans had measured out the
last of the berries, he said:
"You gets de dinner, and takes the
babies for see flowers and birds, in my
big arms. lives init Mr.. Duff. She
say you let me read Hebrew, Greek and
other books, and lend me-
"The lady looked at him in amaze
ment, and then addressed him in Ger
man, to his great delight, although her
German may not have been much bet
ter than his English.
"When he held out his arms, both
children went to him. He took them
out, and after a long walk, came back
with both of them asleep, and one on
each shoulder.
"This gave the lady time to serve heI
guests in peace.
With the family were at dinner
Hans was left in the kitchen to wait
for the Professor and the promised
books.
"What was Mrs. Barclays amaze
ment, on her return, to find this great
elegant creature, with servants apron
on, down on his knees, scrubbing the