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The Black Cloak

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 09
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1977
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6df6pc6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324900
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6df6pc6

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Title The Black Cloak
Description that we were to line up and receive landing cards. No passenger would be permitted to leave the ship without a card. United States officers were on board the ship to pass out the cards. They were seated at a desk near a gateway. My heart was pounding. This was the hour I had both dreamed about and feared. Would I, with my crippled leg in a cast, be permitted to enter the United States? I had been told somewhere on the ocean that immigration laws were strict concerning the injured or the ill. Had I known this, perhaps I would not have left my homeland, Denmark. I felt of the packet of money in my pocket. This money had been given to me by Mormon immigrants on board the ship. They feared that I, a teenage Danish girl, would not be per-mitted to land. Being crippled was one problem, but having very little money would be another, and would add to the difficulty. In the packet were coins from Germany, France, Holland and the Scandinavian countries. No doubt, some of those who gave to me had very little for themselves. Their love and concern for me was comforting. All too soon I was approaching the desk hoping to re-ceive a landing card. Then someone, I never knew who, placed a black cloak over my shoulder. I grasped the sides of the cloak, pulling it around me. It draped to the floor hiding my leg and my crutch. There was no time to look back and thank the donor of the cloak as I was now facing the offi-cers. An officer smiled and said words in English that I did not understand. He handed me a card. The crowd of anxious passengers pushed on. It was all I could do to watch my step and keep from falling, but I did glance at my friends and see smiles of relief on their faces as they silently shared my joy and anxiety. As we were moving along the gangplank the unexpected happened. At the other end were two doctors, one on each side, whose duty it was to look over the passengers. The cloak was then removed from my shoulders, and the doctors, seeing my condition, motioned to me to take the path to the left. I picked up the cloak and looked for my friends, but they were being pushed on with the crowd. -113-
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Identifier 123_The Black Cloak.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 9
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324863
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6df6pc6/324863