I guess the middle of winter is a bad time to travel. Mutter has written me so many promising letters about America. She said the only bad part is going through Ellis Island. She mentioned the risk of deportation, but I am confident I will make it through. It has been only five days since our departure, and I am already sick and tired of this stupid boat.
Steerage is awful.
I can't stick my arm out without jabbing someone, we are so packed together. We are shoved around and treated like animals instead of the fine people that we are. The stench is also awful. I have never smelled anything worse than hundreds of tired, filthy, and sweaty human bodies packed together. I have made several friends though.