USII.4    The student will demonstrate knowledge of how life changed after the Civil War by
b)   explaining the reasons for the increase in immigration, growth of cities, new inventions, and challenges arising from this expansion;


European ImmigrationWestern ImmigrationNativist

                     Southern ImmigrationPolitical Machines


1865-1900 Jeopardy

Immigration to Industrialization Quia Game

Immigration Flashcards

Immigration Flash Cards 2

Immigration Rap Video


The small white steamer, Peter Stuyvesant that delivered the immigrants from the stench and throb of the steerage to the stench and throb of New York tenements, rolled slightly on the water besides the stone quay in the lee of the weathered barracks and new brick buildings of Ellis Island. Her skipper was waiting for the last of the officials, laborers, and guards to embark upon her before he cast off and started for Manhattan. Since this was Saturday afternoon and this was the last trip she would make for the weekend, those left behind might have to stay over till Monday. Her whistle bellowed its hoarse warning. A few figures in overalls sauntered from the high door of the immigration quarters and down the gray pavement that led to the dock.

It was May of the year 1907, the year that was destined to bring the greatest number of immigrants to the shores of the United States. All that day, as on all day since spring began, her decks had been thronged by hundreds of upon hundreds of foreigners, natives from almost every land in the world, the jowled close-cropped Teuton, the full-bearded Russian, the scraggly-whiskered Jew, and among them Slovack peasants with docile faces, smooth-cheeked and swarthy Armenians, pimply Greeks, Danes with wrinkled eyelids. All day her decks had been colorful, a matrix of the vivid costumes of other lands, the speckled green-and-yellow aprons, the flowered kerchief, embroidered homespun, the silver-braided sheepskin vest, the gaudy scarfs, yellow boots, fur caps, caftans, dull gabardines. All day the guttural, the high-pitched voices, the astonished cries, the gasps of wonder, the reiterations of gladness had risen from her decks in a motley billow of sound. But now her decks were empty, quiet, spreading out under the sunlight almost as if the warm boards were relaxing from the strain and pressures of the myriads of feet. All those steerage passengers of the ships that had docked that day who were permitted to enter had entered.

-Henry Roth, Call It Sleep, 1934