26  G E N E R . S TA R K briny waters of the bay shall dwell in my memory forever. The watermen toiled in their wooden boats, fishing, shooting water- fowl, and harvesting all manner of seafood. Best of all, here on the bay there would be a place to stay and eat before embarking on the railway west. I recall the vast rafts of waterfowl on the Chesapeake Bay, flocked in their migration much as we were flocked on the decks of the Ozean in our migration. I had a feeling of relief, that I had made the voyage. Oh, the sight of land thrilled us all! We cheered as the large pilings of the wooden docks on Locust Point came into view. Here we parted ways; Adolf went off to his job in Baltimore with the railroad as a freight supervisor. He would work with carrying the timber and tobacco to the shipyards to be loaded onto the very ship that brought us here, for a return to Bremen. The Ozean would return to Europe with mostly cargo and few passengers. The medical people came on board and checked us for diseas- es. We then spent a couple of days at a boarding house on Locust Point. For seventy-five cents a day I enjoyed the luxury of a bed that wasn’t tossed by endless waves and meals that were far bet- ter than any I had had since I left Germany. Everyone seemed so joyful to be back on land and elated to eat food that was different from the ship’s meager fare. The rail connection to Collinsville, Illinois, was such a delight- ful change from the monotonous sea travel! The sight of Balti- more’s smoky horizons as I left and the changing landscape of America overwhelmed me. The land changed from the bustling urban scene of Baltimore to a rural, small-town landscape. Un- like my native Hainichen, the buildings were constructed from wood and not brick. Long stretches of open farm country were found between the small towns. After weeks at sea, my body longed for the work that awaited me in Collinsville. I knew only that my job would be in the newly