ned and all but I
cried. I was only wondering what would happen.

Moved by our distress, the German officers gave us the best advice
they could. We were to get out at the station of Kibart on the Russian
side, and apply to one Herr Schidorsky, who might help us on our way.

The letter goes on:--

We are in Kibart, at the depot. The least important particular,
even, of that place, I noticed and remembered. How the
porter--he was an ugly, grinning man--carried in our things and
put them away in the southern corner of the big room, on the
floor; how we sat down on a settee near them, a yellow settee;
how the glass roof let in so much light that we had to shade our
eyes because the car had been dark and we had been crying; how
there were only a few people besides ourselves there, and how I
began to count them and stopped when I noticed a sign over the
head of the fifth person--a little woman with a red nose and a
pimple on it--and tried to read the German, with the aid of the
Russian translation below. I noticed all this and remembered it,
as if there were nothing else in the world for me to think of.

The letter dwells gratefully on the kindness of Herr Schidorsky, who
became the agent of our salvation. He procured my mother a pass to
Eidtkuhnen, the German frontier station, where his older brother, as
chairman of a well-known emigrant aid association, arranged for our
admission into Germany. During the negotiations, which took several
days, the good man of Kibart entertained us in his own house, shabby
emigrants though we were. The Schidorsky brothers were Jews, but it is
not on that account that their name has been lovingly remembered for
fifteen years in my family.

On the German side our course joined that of many other emigrant
groups, on their way to Hamburg and other ports. We were a clumsy
enough crowd, with wide, unsophisticated eyes, with awkward bundles
hugged in our arms, and our hearts set on America.

The letter to my uncle faithfully describes every stage of our
bustling progress. Here is a sample scene of many that I recorded:--

There was a terrible confusion in the baggage-room where we were
directed to go. Boxes, baskets, bags, valises, and great,
shapeless things belonging to no particular class, were thrown
about by porters and other men, who sorted them and put tickets
on all but those containing provisions, while othe