Giuseppe and i held tightly to stepfather’s hands, while liberta and helvetia clung to mother. passengers all about us were crowding against the rail. jabbered conversations, sharp cries, laughs and cheers – a steadily rising din filled the air. mothers and fathers lifted up babies so that they too could see, off to the left, the statue of liberty. —edward corsi, italian immigrant, from immigrant kids, russell freedman read the passage. paraphrase the central idea.