From the Rhine to the Ocean Ship

Our boat passed many villages, castles, and great cities with tall church spires. Then one day, a very finely dressed gentleman came on board. He was Mister Dick, Father told me, and he was in charge of our emigration. Now I know he was speaking English, but at the time it made no sense to me. There was much discussion before we continued on. The land was very flat, and there were many windmills. We’d arrived in Holland, and we were soon in Rotterdam.

After weeks of nothing to do, suddenly there were so many people and so much noise. We were hustled into a shed, where we had to wait in line for a long time. Then when it was our turn, Father had to talk to a man seated at a table who asked questions. What were our names, and where did we come from? Father told him my sister was four years old, even though she was five. But I held my tongue because it meant that Father didn’t have to pay for her passage. I was "half a freight." Then my father wrote his name on the paper, and I was very proud, because the man in front of us had only been able to make an "X" with the pen.
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