afternoon, I o find t ing for me at t;You must let me tell your ; ;e  least I t be es are some av Ungerlands can t;

    ocopy of t from t, departing 20 May 1851 from Bremen to Baltimore, Maryland. tten in a fine hand:

    212 Abram Ungerland42Musikant Eger Boheme

    213 Clara Ungerland40quot;quot;

    214 Friedric;14quot;quot;

    215 Josef quot;6quot;quot;

    216 Gustav quot;?quot;quot;

    217 Anna quot;9quot;quot;

    quot;ont sed?  a fine .quot;

    I could not begin to ans bist du? Anna, t c. My moto go along h my dreams.

    quot;I knoimes t is a mystery. But I t for  1859,quot; said Fat;ory fades over time.quot;

    For a moment, t remember Eger or C yet one year old, aken from t from this place.

    quot;No records in t I t ion arc Mrs. Day be t  to see ;

    I folded tuck it in my pocket. quot;Of course, Fato tell e ... tonig;

    t made me regret lying to broken to leave t organ be I . Nicory in my pocket against my . ess, I made up a story about tracing our steps to the border.

    near to see a young boy, peranding by ree.  take notice of us, but remained quite still, as if  mig, and part of me ed to rescue ting a finger to o be quiet.

    quot;Do you speak German?quot; tess w language.

    quot;Yes, quiet please. ter me.quot;

    I looked from tree to tree, anticipating a rush of changelings.

    quot;er you?quot;

    quot;Versteckspiel,quot;  from to cag  as I looked from boy to girl, from face to fac