Henry Gostic: This man lived in Ireland around 1851. He was living in poverty and needed a better life. He only barely had enough money for a steerage ticket. He was 22.
He payed very little for his ticket. He only had one bag with him. He gave the ticket to the Helmsman. He was headed to Manhattan.
The boat was very crammed. He went alone, but the steerage level of the boat was still packed with people who were in the same boat as him. *pun intended*
There was only one bathroom for all of us, and there was barely enough beds.
Immigration was extremely hectic. I had my bag searched along with my own body. I got a check-up and was declared just under healthy. They didn't even give me any idea of what medicine to get.
Work was fairly easy to find, I took the first option. I worked in a factory that was packed to the walls with people. It was very unsafe. There were only a couple outhouses for hundreds of people.
I was packed into a tenement. There was one outhouse for the whole building, so there was almost always at least three people out there waiting. The room I stayed in was sectioned off into more smaller rooms. There were no windows or ventilation. It was almost always messy. It was the only place I could afford at the beginning.