ABSTRACT
There was a crowd looking on, one bright morning in early Spring, while an Emigrant ship weighed anchor, and spreading her white sails, moved slowly out to sea. A loud cheer broke from the spectators, and it was answered by a farewell shout—a wailing cry rather, it was so sad and plaintive—which burst from the full heart of those poor emigrants, who crowded the deck to take a last look of their native land.
