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The Barge Office - 1898
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THE BARGE OFFICE - 1898
THE ARRIVAL OF THE IMMIGRANT
by Cromwell Childe
( New York Times Magazine , August 14, 1898)
- Posted to the Comunes Of Italy Mailing List by Gay Parisano Raab - 12 July 1998
Last updated February 14, 2007
It is "steamship day" at the Barge Office, that turreted building of gray stone on the Battery's outer wall. Up the bay a few hours
before an ocean liner has been crawling in from some of the cities of far-distant Europe. The onlooker might have seen, if he had
been aboard that boat, a strange site or two - the people of the steerage as they felt they were at their journey's end and herded
eagerly in their limited deck space to get one glimpse of what America was like. These are the men and women, the children in
arms and clinging to skirts, that the Barge Office receives; the motley, ill-assorted crowd the Federal officers of immigration sift
and winnow with a skill you wonder at.
They have been brought, baggage, babies and all-many babies and little baggage, alas! - in these sheds of the Barge Office now
taking the place of burned Ellis Island, in a broad-decked Government harbor boat, a mass of hundreds of the unwashed tugging
at grimy bundles. A few cheap trunks proclaim the existence of "steerage aristocrats." But there are few of these. The bulk and
majority have little more than the clothes on their backs, hardly anything in their pockets. Yet for this they care not at all. The
discomforts of the voyage, too, are forgotten. Are they not on the threshold of their hopes, and have they not already caught one
sight of the land of gold, America-they heard discussed so eagerly over their country side. In their village lanes, or their cities'
alleyways?
So, landed from the boat that has taken them off their ship, divided into groups that will, individual by individual, be passed
through America's great immigration mill, the newcomers stand or"
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