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CONTENTS
PREFACE
PHIL THE FIDDLER
CHAPTER I -- PHIL THE FIDDLER
CHAPTER II -- PHIL AND HIS PROTECTOR
CHAPTER III -- GIACOMO
CHAPTER IV -- GIACOMO
CHAPTER V -- ON THE FERRY BOAT
CHAPTER VI -- THE BARROOM
CHAPTER VII -- THE HOME OF THE BOYS
CHAPTER VIII -- A COLD DAY
CHAPTER IX -- PIETRO THE SPY
CHAPTER X -- FRENCHβS HOTEL
CHAPTER XI -- THE BOYS RECEPTION
CHAPTER XII -- GIACOMOβS PRESENTIMENTS
CHAPTER XIII -- PHIL FINDS A CAPITALIST
CHAPTER XIV -- THE TAMBOURINE GIRL
CHAPTER XV -- PHILβS NEW PLANS
CHAPTER XVI -- THE FASHIONABLE PARTY
CHAPTER XVII -- THE PADRONE IS ANXIOUS
CHAPTER XVIII -- PHIL ELUDES HIS PURSUER
CHAPTER XIX -- PIETROβS PURSUIT
CHAPTER XX -- PIETROβS DISAPPOINTMENT
CHAPTER XXI -- THE SIEGE
CHAPTER XXII -- THE SIEGE IS RAISED
CHAPTER XXIII -- A PITCHED BATTLE
CHAPTER XXIV -- THE DEATH OF GIACOMO
CHAPTER XXV -- PHIL FINDS A FRIEND
CHAPTER XXVI -- CONCLUSION
Among the most interesting and picturesque classes of street children in New York are the young Italian musicians, who wander about our streets with harps, violins, or tambourines, playing wherever they can secure an audience. They become Americanized less easily than children of other nationalities, and both in dress and outward appearance retain their foreign look, while few, even after several yearsβ residence, acquire even a passable knowledge of the English language.
In undertaking, therefore, to describe this phase of street life, I found, at the outset, unusual difficulty on account of my inadequate information. But I was fortunate enough to make the acquaintance of two prominent Italian gentlemen, long resident in New YorkβMr. A. E. Cerqua, superintendent of the Italian school at the Five Points, and through his introduction, of Mr. G. F. Secchi de Casale, editor of the well-known Eco dβItaliaβfrom whom I obtained full and trustworthy information. A series of articles contributed by Mr. De Casale to his paper, on the Italian street children, in whom he has long felt a patriotic and sympathetic interest, I have found of great service, and I freely acknowledge that, but for the information thus acquired, I should have been unable to write the present volume.
My readers will learn with surprise, probably, of the hard life led by these children, and the inhuman treatment which they receive from the speculators who buy them from their parents in Italy. It is not without reason that Mr. De Casale speaks of them as the βWhite Slavesβ of New York. I may add, in passing, that they are quite distinct from the Italian bootblacks and newsboys who are to be found in Chatham Street and the vicinity of the City Hall Park. These last are the children of resident Italians of the poorer class, and are much better off than the musicians. It is from their ranks that the Italian school, before referred to, draws its pupils.
If the story of βPhil the Fiddler,β in revealing for the first time to the American public the hardships and ill treatment of these wandering musicians shall excite an active sympathy in their behalf, the author will feel abundantly repaid for his labors.
NEW YORK, APRIL 2, 1872.
PHIL THE FIDDLER
CHAPTER I PHIL THE FIDDLER
βViva Garibaldi!β sang a young Italian boy in an uptown street, accompanying himself on a violin which, from its battered appearance, seemed to have met with hard usage.
As the young singer is to be the hero of my story, I will pause to describe him. He was twelve years old, but small of his age. His complexion was a brilliant olive, with the dark eyes peculiar to his race, and his hair black. In spite of the dirt, his face was strikingly handsome, especially when lighted up by a smile, as was often the case, for in spite of the hardships of his lot, and these were neither few nor light, Filippo was naturally merry and light-hearted.
He wore a velveteen jacket, and pantaloons which atoned, by their extra length, for the holes resulting from hard usage and antiquity. His shoes, which appeared to be wholly unacquainted with blacking, were, like his pantaloons, two or three sizes too large for him, making it necessary for him to shuffle along ungracefully.
It was now ten oβclock in the morning. Two hours had elapsed since Filippo, or Phil, as I shall call him, for the benefit of my readers unfamiliar with Italian names, had left the miserable home in Crosby Street, where he and forty other boys lived in charge of a middle-aged Italian, known as the padrone. Of this person, and the relations between him and the boys, I shall hereafter speak. At present I propose to accompany Phil.
Though he had wandered about, singing and playing, for two hours, Phil had not yet received a penny. This made him somewhat uneasy, for he knew that at night he must carry home a satisfactory sum to the padrone, or he would be brutally beaten; and poor Phil knew from sad experience that this hard taskmaster had no mercy in such cases.
The block in which he stood was adjacent to Fifth Avenue, and was lined on either side with brown-stone houses. It was quiet, and but few passed through it during the busy hours of the day. But Philβs hope was that some money might be thrown him from a window of some of the fine houses before which he played, but he seemed likely to be disappointed, for he played ten minutes without apparently attracting any attention. He was about to change his position, when the basement door of one of the houses opened, and a servant came out, bareheaded, and approached him. Phil regarded her
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