CHAPTER IX. SAFE HARBOR.
In May, 1849, I went to Safe Harbor. In Lancaster, while waiting for a conveyance to carry my trunk to its destination, I met a gentleman whom I happened to know, who knew all about Safe Harbor, and who tried to persuade me not to go there, saying it was the worst place in the whole State of Pennsylvania for fever and ague, and that no stranger ever escaped it. From the way he talked the probabilities were that I would die with it. I told him my object in going there. He shook his head, smiled, and said good-by. I arrived at Safe Harbor in the evening and secured a boarding house, but not a very homeUke one. After supper I walked down to the confluence of the Sus¬ quehanna River and the Conestoga Creek, quite a large stream, about a third of a mUe from my boarding house. After taking a somewhat cursory view of the waters and their surroimdings, I became somewhat apprehensive that my Lancaster friend's predictions might prove correct. However, my mind was made up to try to learn something of the raU business, and bad and all as the fever and ague was, it required something more dreadful to cause me to change my purpose.
The next morning at five o'clock I was at the works. At that time the mechanics worked twelve hours for a day's work. At about seven o'clock Mr. John Griffin, before mentioned, the General Superintendent, came into the null where I was and said, " WeU, Fritz, how are you? I'm glad to see you here. You have got here just in time. The