Chapter 22: more mingled races
When we see in New York city a group of stolid Russian Jews just landed, or notice a newly arrived party of gayly attired Italian
women who are being conducted behind a shed by their friends that they may exchange their picturesque attire for second-hand American gowns, we are apt to be thankful that we are not such as they.
Or when we hear of an arrival of Finnish stone-cutters at Gloucester, Massachusetts
, or of Armenian iron-workers at Worcester
, we reflect that the landing of the Pilgrims of 1620 was not just like theirs.
But, after all, the Pilgrims landed; that is the essential point.
They were not the indigenous race.
They were poor; they were sometimes ignorant; some of their women could only make their mark instead of signing their names.
At the best it is not very long since they landed, for what is two or three centuries