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In a small village of Irish, two poor farmers talk about their prospects.
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| Hey Stan, I have enough of the poverty and misery. I thought about it and I think that we should avoid our country and settle down in America. | |
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| Are you crazy ?! We'll feel uprooted if we go to America and we'll meet many difficulties to sail away whitout money nor food... | |
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| I agree with you, it's risky but I'm confident. It must be good to start from scratch in America, move foreward, isn't it ? | |
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| Ok, we have anything more has to lose, we can try to embark in a paddle steamer for New York. | |
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Five days later, Stan and his brother wait the immigrant ship on the quay in the harbour.
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| we'll embark at the same time as the passengers. | |
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| Certainly. When we'll be on the ship, we'll have to find something to eat because I have only a piece of bread... | |
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