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Men were pushing and shouting- -and some one kicked him savagely upon the leg. He crawled on a little way, still keeping his head down, underneath the feet of the contendents. He heard Beggs shouting for help, and heard the Bremers answering; he heard the roar of the throng all about, the sharp commands of the police sergeant, and the crack of clubs, falling upon the heads of men and women.
Looking quietly on these things, you are impressed with a sense of the ease and comfort of which they speak, and you are moved with gratitude to the Giver of all good. Well, my dear friends and neighbours, such was the cottage of the Brémers in 1820, such were Brémer himself, his wife Catherine, and their son, little Fritz. To my own mind they come back exactly as I have described them to you.
It's the only time I have." So the next day Samuel met the Bremers. Their cottage was a little way out in the country, and they had a few trees about it and a flower bed. But the house was not large, and it was well filled with a family of nine children. Johann, the father, was big and florid, with bristling hair.
It was impossible for him to keep from voicing his excitement, and this greatly delighted the Bremers, who craved for comprehension in a lonely place. His sympathy gave wings to their fervor, and they played the whole afternoon through, and then Johann invited them to stay to supper, so that they might play some more in the evening. "You should haf been a musician," he said to Samuel.
I mean to expose them in a meeting across the street on Wednesday night!" And then he turned, and dodging an outraged church member who sought to lay hold of him, he sped like a deer down the street. He had made his appeal to the congregation! Samuel rushed home, breathless, to tell Sophie; and pretty soon came the Bremers, who had been watching the scene from a distance.
He was marked in the town because he called himself a "Socialist," but Samuel did not know that. His wife was a little mite of a woman, completely swamped by child-bearing. Most interesting to Samuel was Friedrich, who played the violin; a pale ascetic-looking boy of fifteen, with wavy hair and beautiful eyes. Music was a serious rite with the Bremers.
He must seek advice about it; and he went at once to the carpet factory, and sought out the little room where the Bremers sat with their drawing boards and paints. "So that's it!" exclaimed Johann. "They vill shut you up!" "Do you think they can?" asked the boy. "Sure they can!" cried the other. "They hafn't let the Socialists speak on the streets for years. We should haf fought them!"
One day a surgeon came to me and asked if I could obtain some eggs for the wounded men, so I went to Van Bremer and got half a dozen eggs and paid 50 cents each for them. He would not take script but demanded and received the cash, nearly all I had. From that time until our departure I spent a considerable portion of my time in studying human villainy with the Van Bremers as a model.
So they marched along; they kept their eyes open, and every time they had to pass a man they gave him a wide berth. So they came to the place of the meeting. At the corner were the Bremers and half a dozen others, who formed a ring about them. There was a huge crowd, they said the lot was thronged, and the people extended to streets on every side.
The story of the eggs was known to all, and if ever men paid for a scurvy, mean trick it was the Van Bremers. We moved around to Lost River and struck camp, where we remained about ten days. As Gen.
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