It sounds almost trivial to say that in the midst of trials of body,
mind and soul Spangenberg occupied himself with making buttons,
but no doubt the homely, useful labor did its part toward rendering endurable
the seemingly endless days.
At last, on the 7th of August, the ship ran on a sandbank near Tybee,
and the Moravians, hearing that Spangenberg was on board,
took a boat and brought him to Savannah. They had asked him to go to England,
he had disregarded their request and come to Georgia,
but he was dear to them through many months of united service and mutual help,
and they gave him a hearty welcome, ignoring all cause for complaint,
and taking him at once into their full confidence. He and Toeltschig
sat up all of the first night carefully discussing the condition of affairs
and what could be done to remedy them. Their views were very different,
for Spangenberg thought they had been too hasty in deciding to leave Georgia,
while Toeltschig felt that it was a reflection on the lot
to try and hold them in Savannah, when the lot had said "go".
But Toeltschig possessed the rare art of seeing a disputed question
through the eyes of those who did not agree with him,
as well as from his own standpoint, and now, with no petty self-assertion,
he quietly awaited developments, and told Spangenberg all that had happened
since Neisser's departure.
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