"I'll sleep in the dining saloon, in a lifeboat, on the lee scuppers--whatever they are.

I'll sleep in the air, without any visible support! I'll sleep anywhere--nowhere--but I'll sail! And as for irons--they don't make 'em strong enough to hold me." At five o'clock on Thursday afternoon the Saronia slipped smoothly away from a Liverpool dock.

Twenty-five hundred Americans--about twice the number the boat could comfortably carry--stood on her decks and cheered.
Some of those in that crowd who had millions of money were booked for the steerage.

All of them were destined to experience during that crossing hunger, annoyance, discomfort.

They were to be stepped on, sat on, crowded and jostled.