He labored forward, stood solemnly at a window looking ahead at the bow plunging into the waves, at the foam hurled over the forepeak, at a desolate immigrant in a tattered old raincoat trying to keep a footing on the forward deck.

他吃力地向前走，庄严地站在一扇窗前，望着前方的船头投入海浪，看着泡沫从船首尖峰上飞溅，看着一个孤独的移民，他穿着一件破烂的旧雨衣，试图在前甲板上站稳脚跟。