MY NEW YORK LIFE
 

THE LAND OF LIBERTY

An accident to our ship and stormy weather
kept us at sea longer than the scheduled time.
We had now been ten days at sea; and everybody
was anxious to get to shore—to New York ; for
we were coming to New York from Havre by a
French boat.

It was in November ; the voyage in the Atlantic
at that time of the year is not very comfortable,
with cold and wind, sometimes accompanied by a
snowstorm. Almost all the passengers were emi¬
grants, seeking a better life in the Land of Liberty ;
I was perhaps the only one who was coming to the
New World without any ambition. Some expec¬
tations, however, I had. I wanted to be inspired by
the sight of the Statue of Liberty and to see the
skyscrapers, of which T had heard so much; I was