PEOPLE ON THE MOVE - Department of Geography

PULL FACTORS
Document #1
Brothers, we have far to go,
Across the salty water, And
then there is America, Upon
the other shore, Surely it's not
possible? Oh yes, it's so
delightful.' Pity mat America,
Pity that America Must lie so
far away.
The trees that grow there in the land, Sweet
they are, as sugar, The country there is filled
with girls. Lovely little dolls.
And if you would like one of the them, You
right away have four or five, Out there in
the fields There grows English money.
Ducks and chickens come raining down,
Roasted geese, and others yet
Ry onto the table
With knife and fork stuck in "em.
The sun, it never does go down. Or go
out for each of us, Here is gaiety and
song, Cellars filled with fine champagne.
Surely it's not possible? Oh yes, it's so
delightful! Pity that America. Pity that
America Must lie so far away.
Document #2
Much I have seen, heard, and experienced, but nothing unhappy, no shady sides.
To be sure I believed when I departed from home, from the fatherland, from
family, friends, and acquaintances, that everything would at first be rather
unfamiliar. But no, strangely enough, everything is as I wished it should be. The
country is beautiful, if any land on earth deserves to be called so.
The soil consists of a kind of dark loam over a layer of marl on a day base;
your finest plowlands at home cannot compare with the rich prairies here, where
golden harvests grow from year to year without having to be manured or ditched.
No stones, no stumps hinder the cultivator's plow. If you add to this that one can
almost get such land as a gift or for an insignificant sum compared with it natural