On the deck he defeated all comers in a tug of war, and the captain of the ship came up to him and felt his muscles.
"The country that lets men like you get away from it is run badly," he said. "Why did you leave it?"
The interpreter translated what the captain said, and through the interpreter Ivan answered.
"I had a Dream," he said, "a Dream of freedom."
"Good," cried the captain. "Why should a man with muscles like yours have his face ground into the dust?"
The soul of Big Ivan grew during those days. He felt himself a man, a man who was born upright to speak his thoughts without fear.
The ship rolled into Queenstown one bright morning, and Ivan and his nine hundred steerage companions crowded the for'ard deck. A boy in a rowboat threw a line to the deck, and after it had been fastened to a stanchion he came up hand over hand. The emigrants watched him curiously. An old woman sitting in the boat pulled off her shoes, sat in a loop of the rope, and lifted her hand as a signal to her son on deck.
"Hey, fellers," said the boy, "help me pull me muvver up. She wants to sell a few dozen apples, an' they won't let her up the gangway!"
Big Ivan didn't understand the words, but he guessed what the boy wanted. He made one of a half dozen who gripped the rope and started to pull the ancient apple woman to the deck.
They had her halfway up the side when an undersized third officer discovered what they were doing. He called to a steward, and the steward sprang to obey.