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THE JUNGLE
BY
UPTON SINCLAIR
PUBUSHED BY
UPTON SINCLAIR
1920
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including the Boandinavian,
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THE JUNGLE
I
THE JUNGLE
CHAPTER I
It was four o'clock when the ceremony was oyer and
tiie carriages began to arriye. There had been a crowd
following all the way, owing to the exuberance ot Marija
Berczynskas. The occasion rested heavily npon Marija's
broad shoulders — it was her task to see that all things
went in dne form, and after the best home traditions; and,
flying wildly hither and thither, bowling every one ont of
the way, and scolding and exhorting all day with her tre-
mendous voice, Marija was too eager to see that others
conformed to the proprieties to consider them herself.
She had left the church last of all, and, desiring to arrive
first at the hall, had issued orders to the coachman to
drive faster. When that Dersonage had developed a wiU
of his own in the matter, Marija had flung up the window
of the carriage, and( leaning out, proceeded to tell him
her opinion of him, first in Xithuanian, which he did not
imderstand, and then in Polish, which he did. Having
Hie advactage of her in altitude, the driver had stood his
ground and even ventured to attempt to speak ; and the
result had been a furious altercation, which, continuiilg
all the way down Ashland Avenue, had added a new swarm
of urchins to the cortege at each side street for half a
mile.
This was unfortunate, for already there was a throng
before the door. The music had started up, and half a
block away you could hear the dull ^'broom, broom" of a
'cello, witn the sq^ueaking of two fiddles which vied with
each other in intricate and altitudinous gymnastics. See*
i
4
2 THE JUNGLE
Ing the throng, Marija abandoned precipitately the debate
oonoeming the ancestors of her coachman, and springing
from the moying carriage, plunged in and proceeded to
dear a way to the halL Once within, she turned and
began to push the other way, roaring, meantime, ** Eik I
EM Uxdaryb-duria /" in tones which made the orchestral
uproar sound like fairy musia
" Z. Oraiezunas, Pasilinksminimams darzas. Yynas.
Sznapsas. Wines and Liquors. Union Headquarters' ' —
that was the way the signs ran. The reader, who per-
haps has never neld much conyerse in the language of
far-off Lithuania^ will be glad of the explanation that the
place was the rear-room of a saloon in that part of Chi-
cago known as^'* back of the yards.'* This information is
dennite and suited to the matter of fact ; but how piti-
fully inadequate it would have seemed to one who under-
stood that it was also the supreme hour of ecstasy in the
life of one of Ood's gentlest creatures, the scene of the
wedding-feast and the joy-transfiguration of little Ona
LukoszaiteJ
She stood in the doorway, shepherded by Oousin Marija,
breathless from pushing through the crowd, and in her
happiness painful to look upon. There was a light of
wonder in her eyes and her lids trembled, and her other-
wise wan little face was flushed. 8he wore a muslin
Csess, conspicuously white, and a stiff little veil coming to
her shoulders. There were five pink paper-roses twisted
in the veil, and eleven bright green rose-leaves. There
were new white cotton gloves upon her hands, and as she
stood staring about her she twisted them together fever-
ishly. It was almost too much for her — ^you could see
the pain of too great emotion in her face, and all the
tremor of her form. She was so young — not quite six-
teen—and small for her age, a mere child ; ana she had
J'ust been married — and married to Jurgis,^ of all men, to
Turgis Budkus, he with the white flower in the button-
hole of his new black suit, he with the mighty shoulders
and the giant hands.
'Pronounced ToorghiB.
THE JUNGLE 3
Ona was blue-eyed and fair, while^ Jorffis had^ great
black ejes with beetling brows, and thick black hair that
curled in wayes about his ears — in short, they were one
of those incongruous and impossible married couples with
which Mother xTature so often wills to confound all proph-
ets, beforehand after. Jurgis could take up a two-hundred-
and-iifty-pound quarter of beef and carry it into a car
without a stagger, or eyen a thought ; and now he stood
in a far comer^rightened as a hunted animal, and obliged
io moisten his lips with his tongue each time before he
could answer the congratulations of bis friends.
Gradually there was effected a separation between the
spectators and the guests — a separation at least suffi-
ciently complete for working purposes. There was no
time during the festiyities which ensued when there were
not ^oups of onlookers in the doorways and the corners ;
and if ainr one of these onlookers came sufficiently close,
or looked sufficiently hungry, a chair was offered him, and
he was inyited to the feast. It was one of the laws of
the vesdija that no one ^oes hungry ; and, while a rule
made in the forests of Lithuania is hard to apply in the
stock-yards district of Chicago, with its quarter of a mill-
ion inhabitants, still they did their best, and the children
who ran in from the street, and eyen the dogs, went out
again happier. A charming informality was one of the
characteristics of this celebration. The men wore their
hats, or, if they wished, they took them off, and their coats
with them ; they ate when and where they pleased, and
moyed as often as they pleased. There were to be speeches
and singing, but no one had to listen who did not care to ;
if he wished, meantime, to speak or sing himself, he was
perfectly free. The resulting medley of sound distracted
no one, saye possibly alone the babies, of which there were
present a number equal to the total possessed by all the
guests inyited. There was no other place for the babies to
Be, and so part of the preparations for the eyening consisted
of a collection of cribs and carriages in one corner, in
these the babies slept, three or four together, or wakened
together, as the case might be. Those who were still
4 THE JUNGLE
older, and conid reach iHe tables, xnarcHed about xntmolia
ing contentedlj at meat-bones and bologna aaosages.
The room is about thirty feet square, with whitewashed
walls, bare saye for a calendar, a picture of a race-horse,
and a family tree in a gilded frame. To the right there
is a door from the saloon, with a few loafers in the door-
way, and in the comer beyond it a bar, with a presiding
genius clad in soiled white, with waxed black mustaches
and a carefully oiled curl plastered against one side of his
forehead. In the opposite comer are two tables, filling a
third of the room ana laden with dishes and cold viands,
which a few of the hungrier guests are already munching.
At the head, where sits the bride, is a snow-white cake,
with an Eiffel tower of constructed decoration, with su^ar
roses and two angels upon it, and a generous sprinkling
of pink and green and yellow candies. Beyond!^ opens a
door into the kitchen, where there is a glimpse to be had
of a range with much steam ascending from it, and many
women, old and young, rushing hither and thither. In
the corner to the left are the three musicians, upon a little
platform, toilini^heroically to make some impression upon
the hubbub ; also the babies, similarly occupied, and an
open window whence the populace imbibes tne sights and
sounds and odors.
Suddenly some of the steam begins to advance, and,
peering through it, you discern Aunt Elizabeth, Ona's
step-mother — Teta Elzbieta, as they call her — bearing
aloft a great platter of stewed duck. Behind her is Ko-
trina, making her way cautiously, staggering beneath a
Similar burden ; and half a minute later there appears
Id Grandmother Majauszkiene, with a big vellow Dowl
of smoking potatoes, nearly as big as herself. So, bit by
bit, the feast takes form — there is a ham and a dish of
sauerkraut, boiled rice, macaroni, bologna sausages, great
piles of penny buns, bowls of milk, and foaming pitchers
of beer. There is also, not six feet from your oack, the
bar, where you may order all you please and do not have
to pay for iC ** Eikaz I Oraicziau / screams Marija Bez>-
. 'I
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THE JITNGLE 5
ezynskasyand falls to work herself — for tHere is more upon
the stoTe inside that will be spoiled if it be not eaten.
80, with laughter and shonta and endless badinage and
merriment, the guests take their places. The young men,
who for the most part haye been huddled near the door,
summon tiieir resolution and adyance; and the shrinking
Jurgis is poked and scolded by the old folks until he con-
sents to seat himself at the ri^ht hand of the bride. The
two bridesmaidsywhose insignia of office are paper wreaths,
oome next, and after them the rest of the guests, old and
oung, boys and girls. The spirit of the occasion takes
Lold of the stately bartender, who condescends to a plate
of stewed duck ; eyen the fat policeman — whose duty it
will be, later in the eyening, to break up the fights —
draws up a chair to the foot of the table. And the chil-
dren shout and the babies yell, and eyeryone laughs and
sings and chatters — while aboye all the aeafening clamor
Cousin Marija shouts orders to the musicians.
The musicians — how shall one begin to describe them?
All this time they haye been there, playing in a mad
frenzy — all of this scene must be read, or said, or sung,
to music It is the music which makes it what it is ; it
is the music which changes the place from the rear-room
of a saloon in back of the yards to a fairy place, a won-
derland, a little corner of tne high mansions of the sky.
The little person who lea'** •this trio is an inspired man.
His fiddle is out of tune, and there is no rosin on his bow,
but still he is an inspired man — the hands of the muses
haye been laid upon nim. He plays like one possessed by
a demon, by a whole horde of demons.^ xou can feel
them in the air round about him, capering frenetically;
with their inyisible feet they set the pace, and the hair
of the leader of the orchestra rises on end, and his eye-
balls start from their sockets, as he toils to keep up with
them
Tamoszius Euszleika is his name, and he has taught
himself to play the yiolin by practising all night, after
working all day on the ''killing oeds." He is in nis shirt-
sleeyes, with a yest figured with faded gold horseshoes,
6 THE JVSQLE
and a pinkHstriped shirt, suggestive of peppermint candy*
A pair of military trousers, light blue with a yellow stripe,
serve to give that suggestion of authority proper to the
leader of a band. He is only about five feet high, but
even so these trousers are about eight inches short of t^c
ground. You wonder where he can have gotten them -«
or rather you would wonder, if the excitement of being in
hispresence left yon time to think of such tiiinn.
ilxir he is an mspired man. Every inch of him is in-
spired— ^ou might almost say inspired senarately. He
stamps with his feet, he tosses his head, he sways and
swings to and fro ; he has a wizenedmp little face, irra-
•istiUy comical ; and, when he executes a turn or a flour*
ish, his brows knit and his lips work and his eyelids wink
— the verjr ends of his necktie bristle out. And every
now and then he turns upon his companions, noddine, sig-
nalling, beckoning frantically —with every inch of him
appefmng, implonng, in belialf of the muses and their
For they are hardly worthyof Tamoszius, the other two
members of the orchestra. The second violin is a Slovak,
a tall, gaunt man with black-rimmed spectacles and the
mute and patient look of an overdriven mule ; he responds
to the whip but feebly, and then always falls back into his
old rut. The third man is very fat, with a round, red,
sentimental nose, and he plays with hia eyes turned up to
the sky and a look of infinite yearning. He is playing a
bass part upon his *cello, and so the excitement is nothmg
to him ; no matter what happens in the treble, it is his
task to saw oat one long-drawn and lugubrious note after
another, from four o'clock in the aftc^oon until nearly
the same hour next morning, for his third of the total
inoome of one dollar per hour.
Before the feast has been five minutes under way,
Tamoszius Kunleika has risen in his excitement ; s mi&»
ttte or two more and you see that he is be^ning to edM
over towa^ the tables. His nostrils are dilated and ms
breath oomes &st— his demons are driving him. He
•ods and shakes his head at his oompanioDs, jerking «l
'tHE JUNOLB 7
ihem with his yiolin, until at last the long form of the
second violinist also rises up. In the end all three of
them begin advancing, step by step, upon the banqueters,
Valentinavyczia, the cellist, bumping along with his in-
strument between notes. Finally all three are gathered at
the foot of the tables, and there Tamoszius mounts upon a
stooL
Now he is in his glory, dominating the scene. Some of
the people are eating, some are laughing and talking — but
you wiU make a great mistake if you think there is one
of them who does not hear him. His notes are never
true, and his fiddle buzzes on the low ones and squeaks /
and scratches on the high ; but these things they heed no )
more than they heed the dirt and noise and squ^or about vy
them — it is out of this material that they have to build
their Hves, with it that they have to utter their souls.
And this is their utterance; merry and boisterous, or
mournful and wailing, or passionate and rebellious, this
music is their music, music of home. It stretches out
its arms to them, they have only to give themselves up.
Chicago and its saloons and its slums fade away — there
are green meadows and sunlit rivers, mighty forests and
snow-clad hills. They behold home landscapes and child-
hood scenes returning ; old loves and friendships begin to
waken, old joys and griefs to laugh and weep. Some fall*
back and close their eyes, some beat upon the table. Now
and then one leaps up with a cry and calls for this song or
that ; and then the fire leaps brighter in Tamoszius^s eyesi
and he flings up his fiddle and shouts to his companions,
and away they go in mad career. The company takes up
the choruses, and men and women cry out like all pos-
sessed ; f9ome leap to their feet and stamp upon the floor^
lifting their glasses and pledging each other. Before
long it occurs to some one to demand an old wedding*
song, which celebrates the beauty of the bride and the
joys of love. In the excitement of this masterpiece
Tamoszius Kuszleika begins to edee in between the tables,
making his way toward the head, where sits the bride.
There is not a foot of space between the ohain of the
8 THE JUKGLB
gnestB, and Tamoszias is so short that he pokes <3iei^^
with his bow whenever he reaches over for the low notes ^
but still he presses in, and insists relentlessly that hi^
companions must follow. During their progress, needless
to say, the sounds of the *cello are pretty well extin*
guished; but at last the three are at the head, and
Tamoszius takes his station at the right hand of the bride
and begins to pour out his soul in melting strains.
Little Ona is too excited to eat. Once in a while she
tastes a little something, when Cousin Marija pinches her
elbow and reminds her ; but, for the most part, she sits g^«
ing with the same fearful eyes of wonder* Teta Elzbieta is
all in a flutter, like a humming-bird; her sisters, too, keep
running up behind her, whispering, breathless. But Ona
seems scarcely to hear them — the music keeps callins^, and
the far-off look comes back, and she sits with her hands
pressed together over her heart. Then the tears begin to
come into ner eyes ; and as she is ashamed to wipe them
away, and ashamed to let them run down her cheeks, she
turns and shakes her head a little, and then flushes red
when she sees that Jurgis is watching her* When in the
end Tamoszius Kuszleika has reached her side, and is
waving his macpc vrand above her, Ona's cheeks are scar*
let, and she looks as if she would have to get up and run
away.
In this crisis, however, she is saved by Marija Berczvn*
skas, whom the muses suddenly visit. Marija is fond of
a song, a song of lovers' parting ; she wishes to hear it,
and, as the musicians do not kaow it, she has risen, and
is proceeding to teach them. Marija is short, but power*
ful in build. She works in a canning factory, and all
day long she handles cans of beef that weigh fourteen
pounds. She has a broad Slavic face, with prominent red
cheeks. When she opens her mouth, it is tragical, but
you cannot help thinking of a horse. She wears a blue
flannel shirt-waist, which is now rolled up at the 8leeves»
disclosing her brawny arms; she has a carving-fork in her
hand, with which she pounds on the table to mark the
time* As she roars hit song, in a voice of which it ii
THE JUNGLE 9
emmgh to say that it leaves no portion of the room ya«
cant, the three musicians follow her, laboriously and note
by note, but averaging one note behind; thus they toil
through stanza after stanza of a loveHsdck swain^s lament
tation: —
^ Sudiev* krietkeli, tn branffSanaias
Sudiey' ir laime, man biemiam,
Mataa — paakyre teip AdkBzcziaii8i%
Jog vargt ant avieto reik vienam ! *
When the song is over, it is time for the roeech, and
old Dede Antanas rises to his feet. Grand&ther An-
thony, Jurgis*s father, is not more than sixty years of age,
but you would think that he was eighty. He has been
only six months in America, and the change has not done
him good. In his manhood he worked in a cotton-mill,
but l£en a coughing fell upon him, and he had to leave ;
out in the country the trouble disappeared, but he has
been working in the pickle-rooms at Durham's, and the
breathing of the cold, damp air all day has brought it
back. Now as he rises he is seized with a coughing-fit.
and holda himself by his chair and turns away his w-n
and battered face until it passes.
Generally it is the custom for the speech at a vetelija
to be taken out of one of the books and learned by
heart; but in his youthful days Dede Antanas used to
be a scholar, and really make up all the love-letters of his
friends. Now it is understood that he has composed an
original speech of congratulation and benediction, and this
IS one of the events of the day. Even the boys, who are
romping about the room, draw near and listen, and some
of the women sob and wipe their aprons in their eyes. It
is very solemn, for Antanas Rudkus has become possessed
of the idea that he has not much longer to stay with his
children. His speech leaves them all so tearful that one
of the guests, Jokubas Szedvilas, who keeps a delicates-
sen store on Halsted* Street, and is fat and hearty, is moved
to rise and say that things may not be as bad as that, and
then to go on and make a little speech of his own, in
which he flhowers congratulations and prophecies of hap*
10 THE JU^Cflilfi
{)ine88 upon the bride and groom, proceeding to particih
ars which greatly delight the young men, but which
cause Ona to blush more furiously than ever. Jokubas
possesses what his wife complacently describes as ^^poetis-
zka yaidintuve ** — a poetical imagination.
Now a good many of the guests have finished, and, since
there is no pretence of ceremony, the banquet begins to
break up. Some of the men gather about the bar ; some
wander about, laughing and singing; here and there
will be a little group, chanting merrily, and in sublime
indifference to the others and to the orchestra as well*
Everybody is more or less restless — one would guess that
something is on their minds. And so it proves. The last
tardy diners are scarcely given time to finish, before the
tables and the debris are shoved into the comer, and
the chairs and the babies piled out of the way, and the
real celebration of the evening begins. Then Tamoszius
Kuszleika, after replenishing himself with a pot of beer,
returns to his platform, and, standing up, reviews the
scene ; he taps authoritatively upon the side of his
violin, then tucks it carefully under his chin, then waves
his bow in an elaborate flourish, and finally smites the
sounding strings and closes his eyes, and floats away in
spirit upon the wings of a dreamy waltz. His companion
follows, but with his eyes open, watching where he treads,
so to speak ; and finally Valentinavyczia, after waiting for
a little and beating with his foot to get the time, casts
up his eyes to the ceiling and begins to saw— *^ Broom!
broom! broom 1**
The company pairs off quickly, and the whole room ia
soon in motion. ApparenUy nobody knows how to waltz,
but that is nothing of any consequence — • there is music,
and they dance, each as he pleases, just as before they
sang. Most of them prefer the ^two-step,** especially
the young, with whom it is the fashion. The older people
have dances from home, strange and complicated steps
which they execute with grave solemnity. Some do not
dance anything at all, but simply hold each other's hands
and allow tha nndiioiplined joy of miotiaa to exprem
^
THE JUNGLE 11
itself with their feet. Among i^hese are Jokubas Szedvilas
and his wife, Lucija, who together keep the delicatessen
store, and consume nearly as much as tnej sell ; they are
too fat to dance, but they stand in the middle of the
floor, holding each other fast in their arms, rocking slowly
from side to side and grinning seraphically, a picture of
toothless and perspiring ecstasy.
Of these older people many wear clothing reminiscent
in some detail of home — an embroidered waistcoat or
stomacher, or a gayly colored handkerchief, or a coat with
large cuffs and fancy buttons. All these things are care*
fully avoided by the youne, most of whom have learned
to speak English and to afi^ct the latest style of clothing.
The girls wear ready-made dresses or shirt-wdsts, and
some of them look quite pretty. Some of the young men
you would take to be Ainericans, of the type of clerks,
but for the fact that they wear their hats m the room.
Each of these younger couples affects a style of its own
in dancing. Some hold eacn other tightly, some at a cau-^
tious distance. Some hold their arms out stifiBy, some
drop them loosely at their sides. Some dance sprin^ly,
some glide softly, some moye with graye dignity. There
are boisterous couples, who tear wildly about the room,
knocking eyery one out of their way. There are nenrous
couples, whom these frighten, and who cry, ^Nustokl
Eas yra?^ at them as they pass. Each couple is paired
for the eyening — you will never see them change about.
There is Alena Jasaityte, for instance, who has danced
unending hours with Juozas Raczius, to whom she is
engaged. Alena is the beauty of the evening, and she
would be really beautiful if she were not so proud. She
wears a white shirt-waist, which represents, perhaps, half
a week^s labor painting cans. She holds her skirt with
her hand as she dances, with stately precision, after the
manner of the grandeB dames, Juozas is driving one of
Durham's wagons, and is making big wages. He affects
a ^ toup^h ** aspect, wearing his hat on one side and keep*
ing a cigarette in his mouth all the evening. Then there
ii JTadvyga Maroinkus, who is also beantiralt but humble.
12 THE JX7NGLE
Jadvyga likewise paints cans, but then she has an invalScf
mother and three little sisters to support by it, and so sh^
does not en^end her wa^s for shirt-waists. Jadvyga is
small and delicate, with jet-black eyes and hair, the latter
twisted into a little knot and tied on the top of her head*
She wears an old white dress which she has made herself
and worn to parties for the past five years; it is high*
waisted — almost under her arms, and not very becoming,
— but that does not trouble Jadvyga, who is (lancing with
her Mikolas. She is small, while he is big and powerful ;
she nestles in his arms as if she would hide herself from
view, and leans her head upon his shoulder. He in turn
has clasped his arms tightly around her, as if he would
carry her away; and so she dances, and will dance the
entire evening, and would dance forever, in ecstasy of
bliss. You would smile, perhaps, to see them — but you
would not smile if you knew idl the story. This is the
fifth year, now, that Jadvyga has been engaged to Mikolas,
and her heart is sick. They would have been married in
the beginning, only Mikolas has a father who is drunk all
day, and he is the only other man in a large family. Even
so they might have managed it (for Mikolas is a skilled
man) but for cruel accidents which have almost taken the
heart out of them. He is a beef -boner, and that is a dan-
gerous trade, especiallv when you are on piece-work and
tryine to earn a bride. Your hands are slippery, and
your knife is slippery, and you are toiling like mad, when
somebody happens to speak to you, or you strike a bone.
Then your hand slips up on the blade, and there is a fear-
ful gash. And that would not be so bad, only for the
deadly contagion. The cut may heal, but you never can
tcdl. Twice now, within the last three years, Mikolas has
been lying at home with blood-poisoning— once for three
months and once for nearly seven. The last time, too, he
lost his job, and that meant six wedks more of standing
at the doors of the packing-houses, at six o^dock on bitter
winter mornings, with a foot of snow on the eround and
more in the air. There are learned people who can tell
ma out of the atirtirtioa that beef -boiiera make forty cents
THE JUNGLB 15
an hour, bat, perhaps, these people have never looked «ach
a beef -boner's hands. ^«ce
When Tamoszius and his companions stop for a rest, ^
perforoe thev must, now and then, the dancers halt where^
they are and wait patiently. They never seem to tire ;
and there is no place for wem to sit down if they did.
It is only for a minute, anyway, for the leader starts up
again, in spite of all the protests of the other two. This
time it is another sort of a dance, a Lithuanian dance.
Those who prefer to, go on with the twoHBtep, but the
majority go through an intricate series of motions, resem-
bling more fancy skating than a dance. The climax of it
is a turious preitUnmo^ at which the couples seize hands
and begin a mad whirling. This is quite irresistible, and
every one in the room joins in, until the place becomes a
maze of flying skirts and bodies, quite dazzlinc^ to look
upon. But the si^t of sights at this moment is Tamos-
zius Kuszleika. The old fiddle squeaks and shrieks in
protest, but Tamoszius has no mercy. The sweat starts
out on his forehead, and he bends over like a cyclist on
the last lap of a race. His body shakes and throbs like a
runaway steam-engine, and the ear cannot follow the fly-
ing showers of notes — there is a pale blue mist where you
look to see his bowing arm. With a most wonderful
rush he comes to the end of the tune, and flings up his
hands and staggers back exhausted; and with a final
shout of delight the dancers fly apart, reeling here and
there, bringing up against the walls of the room.
After this there is beer for every one, the musicians in-
cluded, and the revellers take a long breath and prepare
for the great event of the evening, which is the (icziavima$.
The OGnavimas is a ceremony which, once begun, will con-
tinue for three or four hours, and it involves one uninter-
rupted dance. The guests form a g^at ring, locking
hands, and, when the music starts up, begin to move
around in a circle. In the centre stands the bride, and»
one by one, the men step into the enclosure and dance
with her. Each dances for several minutes — as lone as
he pleases ; it is a very merry proceeding, with laughter
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JadT^ging, and when the guest has finished, he findft
moSiself ffM^ to face with Teta Elzbieta, who holds the
4it. Into it he drops a sum of money — a dollar, or per-
naps five dollars, according to his power, and his estimate
of the value of the privilege. The guests are expected
to pay for this entertainment ; if they be proper jp^ests*
they will see that there is a neat sum left over for the
briae and bridegroom to start life upon.
Most fearful they are to contemplate, the expenses of
this entertainment. They will certainly be over two hun*
dred dollars, and may be three hundred ; and three hun-
dred dollars is more than the year's income of many a
person in this room. There are able-bodied men here
who work from early morning until late at night, in ice*
cold cellars with a quarter of an inch of water on the
floor -» men who for six or seven months in the year never
see the sunlight from Sunday afternoon till the next Sun-
day morning — and who cannot earn three hundred dol-
lars in a year. There are little children here, scarce in
their teens, who can hardly see the top of the work
benches — whose parents have lied to get them their
Slaces-^and who do not make the half oi three hundred
ollars a year, and perhaps not even the third of it. And
then to spend such a sum, all in a single day of your life,
at a wedding-feast t (For obviouedy it is the same thing,
whether you spend it at once for your own wedding, or in
a lon^ time, at the weddings of all your friends.)
It IS very imprudent, it is tragic — but, ah, it is so beau-
tiful t Bit by bit these poor people have eiven up every*
thing else ; but to this they cling with lul the power of
their souls — they cannot give up the veselifa t To do that
\ would mean, not merely to be defeated, but to acknowl-
edge defeat — and the <Ufference between these two things
is what keeps the world going. The veselija has come
down to them from a far-off time ; and the meaning of it
was that one might dwell within the cave and gaze upon
shadows, provided only that once in his lifetime he could
break his chains, and feel his winc^ and behold the sun ;
wonded that once in his lifetime he might testify to the
THE JUNGLE 15
hcb that life, with all its cares and its terrors, is no such
great thing after all, but merely a bubble upon the surface
of a river, a thing that one may toss about and play with
as a juggler tosses his golden balls, a thing that one may
quaff, like a goblet of rare red wine. Thus having known
himself for the master of things, a man could go back to
his toil and live upon the memory all his days.
Endlessly the dancers swunc^ round and round — when
they were dizzy they swung tne other way. Hour after
hour this had continued — > the darkness had fallen and the
room was dim from the light of two smoky oil lamps.
The musicians had spent all their fine frenzy by now, and
played only one tune, wearily, ploddingly. There were
twenty bars or so of it, and when they came to the end
they began again. Once every ten minutes or so thev
would fail to begin again, but instead would sink back
exhausted ; a circumstance which invariably brought on
a painful and terrifying scene, that made the fat police-
man stir uneasily in his sleeping-place behind the door.
It was all Marija Berczynskas. Marija was one of those
hungry souls who cling with desperation to the skirts of
the retreating muse. All day long she had been in a state
of wonderful exaltation; and now it was leaving — and
she would not let it go. Her soul cried out in the words
of Faust, ** Stay, thou art fair I '* Whether it was by beer,
or by shouting, or by music, or by motion, she meant that
it should not go. And she would go back to the chase of
it — and no sooner be fairly started than her chariot would
be thrown off the track, so to speak, by the stupidity of
those thrice-accursed musicians. Each time, Marija would
emit a howl and fly at them, shaking her fists in their
faces, stamping upon the floor, purple and incoherent witt
rage. In vain the frightened Tamoszius would attempt
to Bpeaky to plead the limitations of the flesh ; in vain
would the pumne and breathless ponas Jokubas insist, i»
vain would Teta Elzbieta implore. ^^ Szalin I *' Marija woul<(
scream. ^Palaukl isz keliol What are you paid foi;
children of hell? ** And so, in sheer terror, the orchestis
18 THB JXTKGLE
would strike up again, and Marija woizld retam to her
place and take up ner task.
She bore all the burden of tbe festivities now. Ona
was kept up by her excitement, but all of the women and
most of the men were tired — the soul of Marija was alone
unconquered. She drove on the dancers — what had once
been the rine had now the shape of a pear, with Marija at
the stem, puUing one way and pushing the other, shouting,
stamping, singing, a very volcano of energy. Now and
then some one coming in or out would leave the door open,
and the night air was chill ; Marija as she passed would
stretch out her foot and kick the door-knob, and $lam
would go the door I Once this procedure was the cause of
a calamity of which Sebastijonas Szedvilas was the hapless
victim. Little Sebastijonas, aged three, had been wander-
ing about oblivious to all things, holding turned up over
his mouth a bottle of liquid known as ^^pop,*' pink*
colored, ice-cold, and delicious. Passing through the
doorway the door smote him full, and the shriek which
followed brought the dancing to a halt. Marija, who
threatened horrid murder a hundred times a day, and
would weep over the injury of a fly, seized little Sebasti*
Jonas in her arms and bid fair to smother him with kisses.
There was a long rest for the orchestra, and plenty of
refreshments, whUe Marija was making her peace with
her victim, seating him upon the bar, and standing beside
him and holding to his lips a foaming schooner of beer.
In the meantime there was going on in another comer
of the room an anxious conference between Teta Elzbieta
and Dede Antanas, and a few of the more intimate friends
of the family. A trouble was come upon them. The
veselija is a compact, a compact not expressed, but there*
fore only the more binding upon all. Every one's share
was different — and yet every one knew perfectly well
what his share was, and strove to give a little more. Now,
however, since they had come to the new country, all this
was changing ; it seemed as if there must be some subtle
poison in the air that one breathed here — it was affecting
all the young men at once. They would come in crowu
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and fill themaelTas witb a fine dinner, and then meak off.
One would throw another's hat out of the window, and
both wonld go out to get it, and neither would be seen
again. Or now and then half a dozen of them would get
together and march out openly, staring at you, and mak-
ing fun of you to your face. StUl others, worse yet,
would crowd about tlie bar, and at the expense of the host
drink themselves sodden, paying not the least attention
to any one, and leaving it to be thought that either they
had danced with the bride already, or meant to later on.
All these things were going on now, and the family
was helpless with dismay. So long they had toiled, and
such an outlay they had made! Ona stood by, her eyes
wide with terror. Those frightful bills — how they had
haunted her, each item gnawing at her soul all day and
spoiling her rest at night. How often she had named
them over one by one and figured on them as she went to
work — fifteen dollars for the hall, twenty-two dollars
and a quarter for the ducks, twelve dollars for the musi-
cians, five dollars at the church, and a blessing of the
Virgin besides — and so on without an end I W orst of
all was the frightful bill that was still to come from Graic-
zunas for the beer and liquor that mi^ht be consumed.
One could never get in advance more than a guess as to
this from a saloon-keeper — and then, when the time came
he always came to you scratching his head and saying
tJiat he had guessed too low, but that he had done his
best — your guests had gotten so very drunk. By him
you were sure to be cheated unmercifully, and that even
though you thought yourself the dearest of the hundreds
of friends he ha(L He would begin to serve your guests
out of a keg that was half full, and finish witib one that
was half empty, and then you would be charged for two
kegs of beer. He would agree to serve a certain quality
at a certain price, and when the time came you and your
friends would be drinking some horrible poison that could
not be described. Ton mi^ht complain, but you would
get nothing for your pains but a ruined evening ; while,
fls for going to law about it» you might as well go tm
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heaven at once. The saloon-keeper stood in with all the
big politics men in the district ; and when you had once
found out what it meant to get into trouble with such
people, you would know enough to pay what you were
told to pay and shut up.
What made all this the more painful was that it was so
hard on the few that had really done their best. There
was poor old ponas Jokubas, for instance — he had already
ffiven five dollars, and did not eyenr one know that Jokub&«
Szedvilas had just mortgaged his delicatessen store for tw#
hundred dollars to meet several months' overdue rent?
And then there was withered old poni Aniele — who was
a widow, and had three children, and the rheumatism be-
sides, and did washing for the tradespeople on Halsted
Street at prices it would break your heart to hear named.
Aniele had given the entire profit of her chickens for sev-
eral months. Eight of them she owned, and she kept them
in a little place fenced around on her backstairs. All day
lon^ the children of Aniele were raking in the dump for
food for these chickens ; and sometimes, when the compe-
tition there was too fierce, you might see them on Halsted
Street, walking close to the gutters, and with their mother
following to see that no one robbed them of their finds.
Money could not tell the value of these chickens to old
Mrs. Jukniene — she valued them differently, for she had
a feeling that she was getting something for nothing by
means of them — that with them she was getting the
better of a world that was getting the better of her in so
many other ways. So she watched them every hour of the
day, and had learned to see like an owl at night to watch
them then. One of them had been stolen long ago, and
not a month passed that some one did not try to steal
another. As the frustrating of this one attempt involved
a score of false alarms, it will be understood what a trib-
ute old Mrs. Jukniene brought, just because Teta Elzbieta
had once loaned her some money for a few days and saved
her from being turned out of her house.
More and more friends gathered round while the lamen*
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tetkm about these things was going on. Some drew nearer,
hoping to overhear the conversation, who were themselves
among the gnilty — and surely that was a thing to try the
patience of a saint. Finally there came Jorgis, urged by
seme one, and the story was retold to him. Jurgis listened
in silence, with his great black eyebrows knitted. Now
and then there would come a gleam underneath them
and he would glance about the room. Perhaps he
would have liked to go at some of those fellows with his
big clenched fists; but then, doubtless, he realized how
little good it would do him. No bill would be any less
for turning out any one at this time ; and then there
would be the scandal — and Jurgis wanted nothing ex-
cept to get away with Ona and to let the world go its
own way. So his hands relaxed and he merely said
quietly: ^^It is done, and there is no use in weeping, Teta
EUzbieta.*' Then his look turned toward Ona, who stood
close to his side, and he saw the wide look of terror in her
eyes. " Little one,*' he said, in a low voice, " do not worry
— it will not matter to us. We will pay them all some-
how. I will work harder.'* That was always what
Jurgis said. Ona had grown used to it as the solution
of all difficulties — ^^ I will work harder I ** He had said
that in Lithuania when one official had taken his passport
from him, and another had arrested him for being without
it, and the two had divided a third of his belongings. He
had said it again in New York, when the smooth-spoken
agent had talcen them in hand and made them pay such
mgh prices, and almost prevented their leaving his place,
in spite of their paying. Now he said it a third time, and
Ona drew a deep breath; it was so wonderful to have
a husband, just like a ^own woman — and a husband
who could solve all problems, and who was so big and
strong I
The last sob of little Sebastijonas has been stifled, and
the orchestra has once more been reminded of its duty.
The ceremony begins again — but there are few now left
to dance with, and so very soon the collection is over and
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promiscuons dances once more begin. It is now after midf
night, however, and things are not as they were before.
The dancers are dull and heavy — most of tnem have been
drinking hard, and have long ago passed the stage of ex«
hilaration. They dance in monotonous measure, round
after round, hour after hour, with eyes fixed upon vacancy,
as if they were only half conscious, in a constantly growing
stupor. The men grasp the women very tightly, but there
will be half an hour together when neither will see the
other's face. Some couples do not care to dance, and have
retired to the comers, where they sit with their arms en-
laced. Others, who have been drinking still more, wander
about the room, bumping into everything ; some are in
groups of two or three, singing, each group its own song.
As time goes on there is a variety of orunkenness, among
the younger men especially. Some stagger about in each
other's arms, whispering maudUn words— others start quar-
rels upon the slightest pretext, and come to blows and have
to be pulled apart. Now the fat policeman wakens defi*
nitely, and feels of his club to see that it is ready for
business. He has to be prompt — for these two-o'clock-
in-the-moming fights, if they once get out of hand, are
like a forest fire, and may mean the whole reserves at
the station. The thing to do is to crack every fighting
head that you see, before there are so many fighting
heads that you cannot crack any of them. There is but
scant account kept of cracked heads in back of the yards,
for men who have to crack the heads of animals all day
seem to get into the habit, and to practise on their friends,
and even on their families, between times. This makes it
a cause for congratulation that by modern methods a very
few men can do the painfully necessary work of head*
cracking for the whole of the cultured world.
There is no fight that night — perhaps because Jurgpis,
too, is watchful — even more so than the policeman.
Jurgis has dru^ a great deal, as any one naturally would
on an occasion when it all has to be paid for, whether it is
drank or not ; but he is a very steady man, and does not
easily lose his temper. Only once there is a t^^ht shave —
THE JX7NGLE 21
and that is the fault of Marija Berczynskas. Maiija has
apparently concluded '\boat two hours ago that if the altar
in the comer, with the deity in soiled white, be not the
true home of the muses, it is, at any rate, the nearest sub*
stitute on earth attainable. And Marija is just fighting
drunk when there come to her ears the facts about the
villains who haye not P&id that night. Marija goes on
the warpath straight off, without even the preliminary of
a good cursing, and when she is pulled off it is with the
coat collars of two villains in her hands. Fortunately, the
policeman is disposed to be reasonable, and so it is not
Marija who is flung out of the place.
All this interrupts the music for not more than a minute
or two. Then again the merciless tune begins — the tune
that has been played for the last half-hour without one
single change. It is an American tune this time, one
which they have picked up on the streets; all seem to
know the words of it — or, at any rate, the first line of it,
which they hum to themselves^ over and over again with-
out rest: ^In the fi^ood old summer time — in the good
old summer time I In the good old summer time — in the
good old summer time I " There seems to be something
hypnotic about this, with its endlessly-recurring domi-
nant. It has put a stupor upon every one who hears it,
as well as upon the men who are playing it. No one can
get away from it, or even think of getting away from it ;
it is three o'clock in the morning, and they have danced
out all their joy, and danced out all their strength, and all
the strength that unlimited drink can lend tnem — and
still there is no one among them who has the power to
think of stopping. Promptly at seven o'clock this same
Monday morning they will every one of them have to be
in their places at Durham's or Brown's or Jones's, each in
his worlone clothes. If one of them be a minute late, he
will be docked an hour's pay, and if he be many minutes
late, he will be apt to find nis brass check turned to tiie
wall, which will send him out to join the hunny mob that
waits every morning at the gates of the packmg-houses,
from six o'clock untu nearly half -past ^ht. There is no
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exception to this rule, not even little Ona — whe has asked
for a holiday the day after her W3dding-day, a holiday
without pay, and been refused. While there are so many
who are anxious to work as you wish, there is no occasion
for incommoding yourself with those who must work
otherwise.
Little Ona is nearly ready to faint — and half in a stupor
herself, because of the heavy scent in the room. She has
not taken a drop, but every one else there is literally burn-
ing alcohol, as the lamps are burning oil ; some of the
men who are sound asleep in their chairs or on the floor
are reeking of it so that you cannot go near them. Now
and then Jurg^s gazes at her hungrily — he has long since
forgotten his shyness ; but then the crowd is there, and
he still waits and wutches the door, where a carriage is
supposed to come. It does not, and finally he will wait
no longer, but comes up to Ona, who turns white and
trembles. He puts her shawl about her and then his own
coat. They live only two blocks away, and Jurgis does
not care about the carriage.
There is almost no farewell — the dancers do not notice
them, and all of the children and many of the old folks
have fallen asleep of sheer exhaustion. Dede Antanas is
asleep, and so are the Szedvilases, husband and wife, the
former snoring in octaves. There is Teta Elzbieta, and
Marija, sobbing loudly ; and then there is only the silent
^ght, with the stars beginning to pale a little in the east.
Jurgpis, without a word, lifts Ona in his arms, and strides
out with her, and she sinks her head upon his shoulder
with a moan. When he reaches home he is not sure
whether she has fainted or is asleep, but when he has to
hold her with one hand while he unlocks the door, he sees
that she has opened her eyes.
" You shall not go to Brown's to-day, little one," he
whispers, as he climbs the stairs ; and she catches his arm
in terror, gasping: ^^No ! No I I dare not I It will ruin
nsl''
But he answers her again: ^* Leave it to me; leave it
to me. I wiU earn more money — I will work harder.^
CHAPTER n
JuBGiB talked lightly about work, because lie was young.
They told him stories about the breakinp^ down of men,
there in the stockyards of Chicago, and oi what had hap-
pened to them afterwards — stories to make your flesh
creep, but Jurgis would only laugh. He had only been
there four months, and he was young, and a giant besides.
There was too much health in him. He could not even
imagine how it would feel to be beaten. ^* That is well
enough for men like you,'' he would say, ^* Mpnai^ puny
fellows — but my back is broad."
Jurgis was like a boy, a boy from the country. He was
the sort of man the bosses like to get hold of, the sort they
make it a grievance they cannot get hold of. When he
was told to go to a certain place, he would go there on the
run. When he had nothing to do for the moment, he
would stand round fidgeting, dancing, with the overflo¥P
of energy that was in mm. If he were working in a line
of men, tiie line always moved too slowly for him, and you
could pick him out by his impatience and restlessness.
That was why he had been picked out on one important
occasion ; for Jurgis had stood outside of Brown and Com-
pany's *^ Central Time Station" not more than half an
hour, the second dav of his arrival in Chicago, before he
had been beckoned by one of the bosses. Of this he was
very proud, and it made him more disposed than ever to
kugh at the pessimists. In vain would they all tell him
that there were men in that crowd from which he had
been chosen who had stood there a month — yes, many
months — and not been chosen yet. ^ Tes,'* he would
say, ^^but what sort of men? Broken-down tramps
and good-f or-nothinffs, fellows who have spent all their
money drinking, and want to get more for it. Do you
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24 THE JUNGLE
want me to beliovo that with these arms *'— and he would
clench his fists and hold them up in the air, so that you
might see the rolling muscles — ^Hhat with these arms
people will ever let me starve ? '*
** It is plain," they would answer to this, " that you have
come from the country, and from very far in the country."
And this was the fact, for Jurgis had never seen a city,
and scarcely even a fair-sized town, until he had set out
to make his fortune in the world and earn his right to
Ona. His father, and his father's father before him, and
as many ancestors back as legend could go, had lived in
that part of Lithuania known as Brelovicz^ the Imperial
Forest. This is a great tract of a hundred thousand acres,
which from time immemorial has been a hunting preserve
of the nobility. There are a very few peasants settled in
it, holding title from ancient times ; and one of these was
Ajitanas Kudkus, who had been reared himself, and had
reared his children in turn, upon half a dozen acres of
cleared land in the midst of a wilderness. There had been
one son besides Jurgis, and one sister. The former had
been drafted into the army ; that had been over ten years
ago, but since that day nothing had ever been heard of
him. The sister was married, and her husband had bought
the place when old Antanas had decided to go with nis
son.
It was nearly a year and a half ago that Jurgis had met
Ona, at a horse-fair a hundred miles from home. Jurgis
had never expected to get married — he had laughed at it
as a foolish trap for a man to walk into ; but here, without
ever having spoken a word to her, with no more than the
exchange of half a dozen smiles, he found himself,
purple in the face with embarrassment and terror, asking
her parents to sell her to him for his wife — and offering
his father's two horses he had been sent to the fair to selL
But Ona's father proved as a rock — the girl was yet a
child, and he was a rich man, and his daughter was not to
be had in that way. So Jurgis went home with a heavy
heart, and that spring and summer toiled and tried hard
to forget. In the faU, after the harvest was over, he saw
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THE JUNGLE SS
tiiit it would not do, and tramped the full fortnight's
jonmey that lay between him and Ona.
He f onnd an unexpected state of affairs — for the girl's
father had died, and his estate was tied up with creditors ;
Jurgis's heart leaped as he realized that now the prize was
within his reach. There was Elzbieta Lukoszaite, Teta,
or Aunt, as they called her, Ona's stepmother, and there
were her six children, of all ages. There was also her
brother Jonas, a dried-up little man who had worked upon
the farm. They were people of great consequence, as it *
seemed to Jur^s, fresh out of the woods ; Ona knew how
to read, and knew many other things that he did not
know ; and now the farm had been sold, and the whole
fiunily was adrift — all they owned in the world being
about seyen hundred roubles, which is half as many dol-
lars. They would haye had three times that, but it had
^ne to court, and the judge had decided against them, and
it had cost the balance to get him to change his decision.
Ona might haye married and left them, but she would
not, for she loyed Teta Elzbieta. It was Jonas who sug-
gested that they all go to America, where a friend of ms
had gotten rich. He would work, for his part, and the
women would work, and some of the children, doubtless
—they would liye somehow. Jurgis, too, had heard of ^
America* That was a country where, they said, a man
might earn three roubles a day ; and Jurgis figured what J
tiiree roubles a day would mean, with prices as they were
where he liyed, and decided forthwith that he would go
to America and marry, and be a rich man in the bargain. ,^
In that country, rich or poor, a m m was free% it was said; ^'
he did not haye to go into the army, he did not haye to
pay out his money to rascally officials, — he might do as he
pleased, and count himself as ^ood as any other man. So
America was a place of whidi loyers and young people
dreamed. If one could only manage to get the price of a
passage, he could count his troubles at an end.
It was arranged that they should leaye the following
upring, and meantime Jurgis sold himself to a contractor
Cor a certain time» and tramped nearly four hundred
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from home witli a gBug of mon to work upon a railroad ill
Smolensk. Thin was a fearful experience, with filth and
bad food and cruelty and overwork ; but Jurgis stood it
and came out in fine trim, and with eighty roubles sewed
up in his coat. He did not drink or fight, because he was
thinking all the time of Ona ; and for the rest, he was a
quiet, steady man, who did what he was told to, did not
lose his temper often, and when he did lose it made the
offender anxious that he should not lose it again. When
they paid him off he dodged the company gamblers and
dramshops, and so they tried to kill him ; but he escaped^
and tramped it home, working at odd jobs, and sleeping
always with one eye open.
So in the summer time they had all set out for America.
At the last moment there joined them Marija Berczynskas,
who was a cousin of Ona's. Marija was an orphan, and
had worked since childhood for a rich farmer of Vilna,
who beat her regularly. It was only at the age of twenty
that it had occurred to Marija to try her strength, when
she had risen up and nearly murdered the man, and then
come away.
There were twelve in all in the party, five adults and
six children — and Ona, who was a little of both. They
had a hard time on the passage ; there was an agent who
helped them, but he proved a scoundrel, and got them into
a trap with some officials, and cost them a good deal of
their precious money, which they clung to with such hor-
rible fear. This happened to them again in New York—
for, of course, they knew nothing about the country, and
had no one to teU them, and it was easy for a man in a
blue uniform to lead them away, and to t^e them to a
hotel and keep them there, and make them pay enormous
charges to get away. The law says that the rate-card
shall be on the door of a hotel, but it does not say that it
shall be in Lithuanian.
It was in the stockyards that Jonas*s friend had gottea
rich, and so to Chicago the party was bound. They knew
that one word« Chicago, — and that was idl they needed
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to know, at least, until they reached the city. Then,
tombled out of the cars without ceremony, they were no
better off than before ; they stood staring down the vista
of Dearborn Street, with its big black buildings towering
in the distance, unable to reauze that they £ul arrive^
and why, when they said ^^ Chicago,'* people no longer
pointed in some direction, but instead looked perplexed,
or laughed, or went on without paying any attention.
^Hiey were pitiable in their helplessness; above all things
they stood in deadly terror of any sort of person in official
uniform, and so whenever they saw a policeman they would
cross the street and hurry by. For the whole of the first
day they wandered about in the midst of deafening con*
fusion, utterly lost ; and it was only at night that, cower*
ing in the doorway of a house, they were finally discovered
and taken by a policeman to the station. In the morning
an interpreter was found, and they were taken and put
upon a car, and taught a new word — ^^ stockyarc^.**
Their delight at discovering that they were to get out
of this adventure without losing another share of their
possessions, it would not be possible to describe.
They sat and stared out of the window. They were on
a street which seemed to run on forever, mile after mile -^
thirty-four of them, if they had known it — and each side
of it one uninterrupted row of wretched little two-story
frame buildings. Down every side street they could see,
it was the same,— never a hill and never a hollow, but
alwavs the same endless vista of ugly and dirty little
woooen buildings. Here and there would be a bridge
crossing a filthy creek, with hard-baked mud shores and
dingy meds and docks along it ; here and there would be
a railroad crossing, with a tangle of switches, and loco*
motives puffin?, and rattling freight-cars filing by ; here
and there womd be a ^eat factory, a dingy building with
innumerable windows in it, and immense volumes of smoke
pouring from the chimneys, darkening the air above and
making filthy the earth beneath. But after each of these
interruptions, the desolate procession would begin again
— *the procession of dreary little buildings.
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A full honr before the party reached ihe city tihej had
kegun to note the perplexing changes in the atmosphere.
It grew darker all the time, and upon the earth the grass
seemed to grow less green. Every minute, as the train
sped on, the colors of things became dingier ; the fields
were grown parched and yellow, the landscape hideous and
bare. And along with the thickening smoke they began
to notice another circumstance, a strange, pungent odor.
They were not sure that it was unpleasant, this odor;
some might have called it sickening, but their taste in
odors was not developed, and they were only sure that it
was curious. Now, sitting in the trolley car, they real*
ized that they were on their way to the home of it —
that they had travelled all the way from Lithuania to it.
It was now no longer something far-off and faint, that you
caught in whiffs ; you could literally taste it, as well as
smell it — you coula take hold of it, almost, and examine
it at your ^eisure. They were divided in their opinions
about it. It was an elemental odor, raw and crude ; it
was rich, almost rancid, sensual, and strong. There were
some who drank it in as if it were an intoxicant ; there
were others who put their handkerchiefe to their faces.
The new emigrants were still tasting it, lost in wonder,
when suddenly the car came to a halt, and the door was
flung open, and a voice shouted ^-^^Stockyardsl**
They were left standing upon the comer, staring ; down
a side street there were two rows of brick houses, and be*
tween them a vista: half a dozen chimneys, tall as the
tallest of buildings, touching the very sky — and leaping
from them half a dozen columns of smoke, thick, oily,
and black as night. It might have come from the centre
of the world, this smoke, where the fires of the ages still
smoulder. It came as if self -impelled, driving all before
it, a perpetual explosion. It was inexhaustible ; one
stared, waiting to see it stop, but still the great streams
rolled out. Thev spread in vast clouds overhead, writh*
ing, curling ; tnen, uniting in one giant river, they
streamed away down the sky, stretching a black pall as
&r as the eye could reach.
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Then the party became aware of another strange thing,
too, like ti^e odor, was a thing elemental; it was a
sonnd, a sonnd made np of ten thousand little sounds.
Ton scarcely noticed it at first — it sunk into your con-
sdonsness, a vague disturbance, a trouble. It was like
the murmuring of the bees in the spring, the whisperings
of the forest ; it suggested endless activity, the rumblings
of a world in motion. It was only by an effort that one
could realize that it was made by animals, that it was the
distant lowing of ten thousand cattle, the distant grunting
of ten thousand swine.
They would have liked to follow it up, but, alas, they
had no tune for adventures just then. The policeman on
the comer was beginning to watch them; and so, as usual«
they started up the street. Scarcely had they gone a
Uock, however, before Jonas was heard to give a cry, and
began pointing excitedly across the street. Before they
could gather the meaning of his breatiiless ejaculations he
had bounded away, and they saw him enter a shop, over
which was a sign : ^ J. Szedvilas, Delicatessen.^ When
he came out amin it was in company with a very stout
rdeman in wirt sleeves and an apron, clasping Jonas
both hands and laughing hilariously. Then Teta
^bieta recollected suddenly that Szedvilas had been t(ie
name of the mythical friend who had made his fortune in
America. To find that he had been making it in the deli«
catessen business was an extraordinary piece of good for*
feune at this luncture; though it was well on in the
morning, they had not breakfasted, and the children were
beginning to whimper.
Thus was the happy ending of a woful voyage. The
two families literally fell upon each other's necks — for it
had been years since Jokubas Szedvilas had met a man
from his part of Lithuania. Before half the day they were
lifelong friends. Jokubas understood all the pitfalls of
this new world, and could explain all of its mysteries;
he could tell them the things Uiey ought to have done in
the different emergencies — and what was still more to the
point, he could tdl them what to do now. He would
30 THE JUNGLE
take them to poni Aniele, who kept a boarding-hoase the
other side of the yards; old Mrs. Jukniene, he explained,
had not what one would call choice accommodations, but
they might do for the moment. To this Teta Elzbieta
hastened to respond that nothing could be too cheap to
suit them just then; for they were quite terrified over the
sums they had had to expend. A very few days of prac*
tical experience in this land of high wages had been suffi*
cient to make clear to them the cruel fact that it was also
a land of high prices, and that in it the poor man was
almost as poor as in any other comer of the earth ; and so
there vanished in a night all the wonderful dreams of
wealth that had been haunting Jurgis. What had made
the discovery all the more painful was that they were
spending, at American prices, money which they had
earned at home rates of wa^es — and so were really being
cheated by the world I The last two days they had all
but starved themselves — it made them quite sick to
pay the prices that the railroad people asked them for
food.
Tet, when they saw the home of the Widow Jukniene
they could not but recoil, even so. In all their journey
they had seen nothing so bad as this. Poni Aniele had a
four-room flat in one of that wilderness of two-story frame
tenements that lie ^^ back of the vards." Thpre were four
such flats in each building, and each of the four was a
^ boarding-house " for the occupancy of foreigners — Lith-
uanians, roles, Slovaks, or Bohemians. Some of these
places were kept by private persons, some were coopera*
tive. There would be an average of half a dozen boarders
to each room — sometimes there were thirteen or fourteen
to one room, fifty or sixty to a flat. Each one of the oc-
cupants furnished his own accommodatious — that is, a
mattress and some bedding. The mattresses would be
spread upon the floor in rows — and there would be
nothing else in the place except a stove* It was by no
means unusual for two men to own the same mattress in
common, one working by day and using it by nifi^ht, and
the other working at nig\t and usin^r it in the daytime.
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Very frequently a lod^^g-honse keeper would rent the
tune beds to double shifts of men.
Mrs. Jukniene was a wizened up little woman, with a
wrinkled face. Her home was unthinkably filthy; you
could not enter by the front door at all, owing to the
mattresses, and when you tried to go up the backstairs
you found that she had walled up most of the porch with
old boards to make a place to keep her chickens. It was
a standing jest of the boarders that Aniele cleaned house
by letting the chickens loose in the rooms. Undoubtedly
this did keep down the yermin, but it seemed probable, in
yiow of all the circumstances, that the old lady regarded
it rather as feeding the chickens than as cleaning the
rooms. The truth was that she had definitely given up
the idea of cleaning anything, under pressure of an attacK
of rheumatism, which had kept her doubled up in one
comer of her room for over a week ; during which time
rieven of her boarders, heayily in her debt, had concluded
to try their chances of employment in Kansas City. This
was July, and the fields were green. One never saw the
fields, nor any green thing whatever, in Packingtown; but
one could go out on the road and **hobo it," as the men
phrased it, and see the country, and have a long rest, and
an easy time riding on the freight-cars.
Such was the home to which the new arrivals were wel*
eomed. There was nothing better to be had — they might
not do so well by looking further, for Mrs. Jukniene had
at least kept one room for herself and her three little chil*
dren, and now offered to share this with the women and
tiie girls of the party. They could ffet bedding at a
second-hand store, she explained; and they woidd not
need any, while the weather was so hot — doubtless they
would all sleep on the sidewalk such nights as this, as did
nearly all of her euests. ^ To-morrow, Jurgis said, when
they were left ^one, ^to-morrow I will get a job, and
perhaps Jonas wiU get one also; and then we can get
a place of our own.
Xater that afternoon he and Ona went out to take m
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walk and look about them^ to see more of thia diatriol
which was to be their home. In baok of the yards the
dreary two^tory frame houses were scattered farther
apart, and there were great spaces bare «— that seeminglr
had been overlooked by the great sore of a city as i%
spread itself over the surface of the prairie. These bare
maces were grown up with dingy, yellow weeds, hidinff
innumerable tomato-canst innumerable children played
upon them, chasing one another here and there, scream*
inft and fighting. The most uncanny thin^ about thia
neighborhMd was the number of the children; yon
thought there must be a school just out» and it was only
after long acquaintance that you were able to realize tLa*
there was no school, but that these were the children of
the neighborhood *- that there were so many children to
the block in Packingtown that nowhere on its streets
eould a horse and buggy move faster than a walk 1
It could not move fiiater anyhow, on account of the
atate of the streets. Those through which Jurffis and
Ona were walking resembled streets less than they did
a miniature topographical map. The roadway was com*
monly several feet lower than the level of the houses,
whicn were sometimes joined by high board walks ; there
were no pavements — there were mountains and valleya
and rivers, gullies and ditches, and great hollows full of
stinkinfi^ ^reen water. In these pools the children plavedt
and rolled about in the mud of tne streets ; here and there
one noticed them digging in it, after trophies which Uiey
had stumbled on. One wondered about this, as idao
about the swarms of flies which hung about the scene,
literally blackenhig the air, and tiie strange, fetid odor
which assailed one's nostrils, a ghastly odor, of all die
dead things of the universe. It impelled the visitor
to questions •—' and then the residents would explun,
quietly, that all this was ^ made ^ land, and that it had
Men ^made** bv using it as a dumping-ground for the
eitj garbage. After a few years the unpleasant effect of
this would pass away, it was said; but meantime, in hoi
weather — uid eepecoally when it tained — the fliee weM
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•pk to be umoying. Was it not onhealthfol ? the atranger
vould aak, and the residents would answer, ^Perhaps;
bat tiiere is no telling."
A little way f nrther on, and Jorgis and Ona, staring
•pen-eyed and wondering, came to the place where this
^made** ground was in process of making. Here was a
great hole, perhaps two city blocks square, and with long
files of garbage wagons creeping into it. The place haa
an odor for iraich there are no polite words ; and it was
■prinkled oyer with children, who raked in it from dawn
till dark. Sometimes yisitors from the packing-houses
would wander out to see this ^dump,** and they would
stand by and debate as to whether the children were eat*
toft the food they got, or merely collecting it for the
ehickens at home. Apparently none of them oyer went
down to find out.
Beyond this dump there stood a great brick-yard, with
smoking chimneys. First they took out the soil to make
bricks, and then they filled it up again with garbage,
which seemed to Jurgis and Ona a felicitous arrangement,
diaracteristio of an enterprising coimtry like America.
A little way beyond was another great hole, which they
had emptiea and not yet filled up. This held water, and
all summer it stood there, with the near-by soil draining
into it, festering and stewine in the sun ; and then, when
winter came, somebody cut uie ice on it, and sold it to the
people of the city. This, too, seemed to the newcomers
an economical arrangement ; for they did not read the
newspapers, and their heads were not full of troublesome
thoughts about ^germs.**
They stood there while the sun went down upon this
■oene, and the sky in the west turned blood-red, and the
tops of the houses shone like fire. Jurgis and Ona were
not th^i^l"Tig of the sunset, howeyer— their backs were
turned to it, and all their thoughts were of Packinetown,
which they could see so plainly in the distance. The line
id the buildings stood clear-cut and black against the
Ay ; here and there out of the mass rose the great chink
neyi, with the liyer of smoke streaming away to the <MI
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THE JUNGLE
of the world. It was a study in oolors now, this smolce |
in the sunset light it was black and brown and gray and
purple* All the sordid suggestions of the place were
gone — in the twilight it was a vision of power. To the
two who stood watching while the darkness swallowed it
up, it seemed a dream of wonder, with its tale of human
energy, of things being done, of employment for thou-
sandB upon thousands of men, of opportunity and free*
dom, of life and love and joy. When they came away,
arm in arm, Jurgis was saying, ^To-morrow I shall go
there and get a job I ''
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CHAPTER III
Ih his capacity as delicatessen vender, Jokabas Szed«
Yilas had many acquaintances. Among these was one of
the special policemen employed by Durham, whose duty
it frequently was to pick out men for employment. Joku*
has had never tried it, but he expressed a certainty that
he could get some of his friends a job through this man.
It was agreed, after consultation, that he should make the
effort with old Antanas and with Jonas. Jurgis was con-
fident of his ability to get work for himself, unassisted by
any one.
As we have said before, he was not mistaken in this.
He had gone to Brown's and stood there not more than
half an hour before one of the bosses noticed his form
towering above the rest, and signalled to him. The col«
loquy which followed was brief and to the point : -*
" Speak English ? "
^Jsoi Lit-uanian.'* (Jurgis had studied this word
carefully.)
"Job?"
**Je." (A nod.)
** Worked here before ? *•
** No 'stand.'*
(Signals and gesticulations on the part of the bois,
Vigorous shakes of the head by Jurgis.)
•* Shovel guts ? "
"No 'stand." (More shakes of the head.)
"Zamos. Pagaiksztis. Szluota!" (Imitative motioiMu)
"Je."
" See door. Durys ? ** (Pointing.)
"Je."
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^o-morrow, seven o'clock. Understand? Rytojt
jrrieszpietysl Septyni I *'
^^ Dekui, tamistai I " (Thank you, sir.) And that was
all. '^nrgis turned away, and then in a sudden rush the
full realization of his triumph swept over him, and he
gave a yell and a jump, and started off on a run. He had
a job I He had a job I And he went all the way home
as if upon wings, and burst into the house like a cyclone,
to the rage of the numerous lodgers who had just turned
in for their daily sleep.
Meantime Jokubas had been to see his friend the police*
man, and received encouragement, so it was a happy party.
There being no more to oe done that day, the shop was
left under the care of Lucija, and her husband sallied
forth to show his friends the sights of Packingtown*
Jokubas did this with the air of a country gentleman
escorting a party of visitors over his estate ; he was an
old-time resident, and all these wonders had grown up
under his eyes, and he had a personal pride in them.
The packers might own the land, but he claimed the land*
scape, and there was no one to say nay to this.
They passed down the busy street that led to the yards.
It was still early morninfif, and everything was at its high
tide of activity. A steady stream of employees was pour-
ing through the gate — employees of the his/her sort, at
this hour, clerks and stenofifraphers and such. For the
women there were waiting Dig two-horse wagons, which
set off at a gallop as fast as they were filled. In the dis*
tance there was heard again the lowing of the cattle, •
sound as of a far-off ocean calling. They followed it,
this time, as eap^er as children in sight of a circus mena-
gerie — which, indeed, the scene a good deal resembled.
They crossed the railroad tracks, and then on each side
of the street were the pens full of cattle ; they would
have stopped to look, but Jokubas hurried them on, to
where there was a stairway and a raised gallery, from
which ever]rthin^ could be seen. Here they stood, star
ing, breathless with wonder.
THE JUNGLE 9T
Tbeie is oyen a square mile of space in the yards, and
more than half of it is occupied by cattle-pens ; north and
south as far as the eye can reach there stretches a sea of
Ens. And they were all filled — so many cattle no one
d ever dreamed existed in the world. Red cattle, black,
white, and yellow cattle; old cattle and young cattle ; great
bellowing bulls and little calves not an hour born ; meek-
eyed milch cows and fierce, long-horned Texas steers. The
sound of them here was as of all the barnyards of the uni-
yerse ; and as for counting them — it would have taken all
day simply to count the pens. Here and there ran lone
alleys, blocked at intervals by gates; and Jokubas told
them that the number of these gates was twenty-five thou-
sand. Jokubas had recently been reading a newspaper
article which was full of stpttistics such as that, and he
was very proud as he repeated them and made his guests
cry out with wonder. Jurgis too had a little of this sense
of pride. Had he not just gotten a job, and become a
sharer in all this activity, a cog in this marvellous machine?
Here and there about the alleys galloped men upon
horseback, booted, and carrying lone whips ; they were
yery busy, calling to each other, and to those who were
driving the cattle. They were drovers and stock-raisers,
who had come from far states, and brokers and commission-
merchants, and buyers for all the big packing-houses.
Here and there they would stop to inspect a bunch of
cattle, and there would be a parley, brief and business-
like. The buyer would nod or drop his whip, and that
woold mean a bargain ; and he would note it in his little
book, along with hundreds of others he had made that
morning. Then Jokubas pointed out the place where the
cattle were driven to be weighed, upon a ^reat scale that
would weigh a hundred thousand poundis at once and
record it automatically. It was near to the east entrance
that they stood, and all along this east side of the yards
ran the railroad tracks, into which the cars were run^
loaded with cattle. All night long this had been goinff
on, and now the pens were full ; by to-night they would
•11 be empty, and the same thing would be done again.
38 THE JUNGLE
•* And what will become of all these creatures ? ** cried
Teta Elzbieta.
** By to-night," Jokubas answered, " they will all be killed
and cut up ; and over there on the other side of the pack*
ing-houses are more railroad tracks, where the cam come
to take them away."
There were two hundred and fifty miles of track within
the yards, their guide went on to tell them. They brought
about ten thousand head of cattle eyery day, and as many
hogs, and half as many sheep — which meant some eight
or ten million liye creatures turned into food eyery year.
One stood and watched, and little by little caught the drift
of the tide, as it set in the direction of the packing-houses.
There were groups of cattle being driyen to the chuteSi
which were roadways about fifteen feet wide, raised high
aboye the pens. In these chutes the stream of animaJs
was continuous; it was quite uncanny to watch them,
pressing on to their fate, all unsuspicious — a yery riyer
of death. Our friends were not poetical, and the sight
suggested to them no metaphors of human destiny ; they
thought only of the wonderful efficiency of it all. The
chutes into which the hogs went climbed high up — to
the yery top of the distant buildings; and Jokubas ex*
{>lained that the hogs went up by the power of their own
egs, and then their weight carried them back through all
the processes necessary to make them into pork.
^ They don't waste anything here," said the guide, and
then he laughed and added a witticism, which he was
E leased that his unsophisticated friends should take to
e his own : ^^ They use eyerything about the hoe except
the squeal." In front of Brown's General Office Duilding
there grows a tiny plot of grass, and this, you may learn,
is the only bit of green thing in Packingtown ; Ukewise
this jest about the hog and his squeal, the stock in trade
of all the guides, is the one gleam of humor that you will
find there.
After they had seen enough of the pens, the party went
up the street, to the mass of buildings which occupy the
''^ntre of the yards. These buildings, made of brick and
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ttuned with innumerable layers of Packing^town smoke,
were painted all over with advertising signs, from which
the visitor realized suddenly that he had come to the home
of manv of the torments of his life. It was here that they
made those products with the wonders of which they pes-
tered him so — by placards that defaced the landscape
when he travelleo, and by staring advertisements in the
ne¥rspapers and magazines — by silly little jingles that
he could not get out of his mind, and gaudy pictures
that lurked for him around every street corner. Here
was where they made Brown's Imperial Hams and Bacon,
Brown's Dressed Beef, Brown's Excelsior Sausages ! Here
was the headquarters of Durham's Pure Leaf Lard, of
Durham's Breakfast Bacon, Durham's Canned Beef, Potted
Ham, Devilled Chicken, Peerless Fertilizer I
Entering one of the Durham buildings, they found a
number of other visitors waiting ; and before long there
came a guide, to escort them through the place. They
make a great feature of showing strangers through the
packing-plants, for it is a good advertisement. But
ponas Jokubas whispered maliciously that the visitors did
not see any more than the packers wanted them to.
They climbed a lone series of stairways outside of the
building, to the top of its five or six stories. Here were
the chute, with its river of hogs, all patiently toiling
upward ; t^ere was a place for them to rest to cool ofi^
and then throu&;h another passageway they went into a
room from which there is no returning for hogs.
It was a long, narrow room, with a gallery along it fox '
▼isitors. At uie head there was a great iron wheel, about
twenty feet in circumference, with rings here and there
•long its edge. Upon both sides of this wheel there was
a narrow space, into which came the hogs at the end of
their journey ; in the midst of them stood a great burly
negro, bare-armed and bare-chested. He was resting for
the moment, for the wheel had stopped while men were
cleaning up. In a minute or two, however, it began
slowly to revolve, and then the men upon each side of it
sprang to work. They had chains which they fastened
40 THE JUNGLE
about the leg of the nearest hog, and the other end of the
chain they hooked into one of the rings upon the wheeL
So, as the wheel turned, a hog was suddenly jerked off his
feet and borne aloft.
At the same instant the ear was assailed by a most
terrifying shriek ; the visitors started in alarm, the women
turned pale and shrank back. The shriek was followed
by another, louder and yet more agonizing — for once
started upon that journey, the hog never came back ; at
the top of the wheel he was shunted off upon a trolley,
and went sailing down the room. And meantime another
was swung up, and then another, and another, until
there was a double line of them, each dangling by a foot
and kicking in frenzy — and squealing. The uproar was
appalling, perilous to the ear-drums ; one feared there was
too much sound for the room to hold — that the walls
must give way or the ceiling crack. There were high
squeals and low squeals, grunts, and wails of agony ;
there would come a momentary lidl, and then a fresh out-
burst, louder than ever, surging up to a deafening climax.
It was too much for some of the vistors — the men would
look at each other, laughing nervously, and the women
would stand with hands clenched, and the blood rushing
to their faces, and the tears starting in their eyes.
Meantime, heedless of all these things, the men upon the
floor were going about their work. Neither squeals of
hogs nor tears of visitors made any difference to them ;
one by one they hooked up the hogs, and one by one with
a swift stroke they slit their throats. There was a long
line of hogs, with squeals and life-blood ebbine away to-
gether ; until at last each started again, ana vanished
with a splash into a huge vat of boiling water.
It was all so very businesslike that one watched it
fascinated. It was pork-making by machinery, pork-
making by applied mathematics. And yet somehow the
most matter-of-fact person could not help thinking of the
hogs ; thev were so innoccmt, they came so very trust-
ingly ; and they were so vf:ry human in their protests —
90^ 00 perfectly within their rights I They had done
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Boihing to deserve it ; and it was adding insult to injorj,
as the thine was done here, swinging them up in thia
oold-bloodeo, impersonal way, without a pretence at
apology, without the homage of a tear. Now and then a
Tisitor wept, to be sure ; but this slauehtering-machine
ran on, visitors or no visitors. It was like some horrible
orime committed in a dungeon, all unseen and unheeded,
buried out of sight and of memory.
One could not stand and watch very long without be*
coming jphilosophical, without beginning to deal in symbols
and similes, and to hear the hog-squ^ of the universe.
Was it permitted to believe that there was nowhere upon
the earth, or above the earth, a heaven for hogs, where
they were requited for all this suffering ? Each one of
those hogs was a separate creature. Some were white hoffs,
some were black ; some were brown, some were spotted ;
some were old, some were young; some were long and
lean, some were monstrous. And each of them had an
individuality of his own, a will of his own, a hope and a
heart's desire ; each was full of self-confidence, of self*
importance, and a sense of dignity. And trusting and
strong in faith he had gone about his business, the while
a black shadow hung over him and a horrid Fate waited
in his pathway, ^ow suddenly it had swooped upon
him, and had seized him by the leg. Relentless, remorse-
less, it was ; all his protests, his screams, were nothing to
it — it did its cruel will with him, as if his wishes, his
feeUngs, had simply no existence at all ; it cut his throat
and watched him gaisp out his life. And now was one
to believe that there was nowhere a god of hogs, to whom
this hog-personality was precious, to whom these hog-
squeals and agonies had a meaning ? Who would take
tUs hog into his arms and comfort him, reward him
lor his work well done, and show him the meaning of his
sacrifice? Perhaps some glimpse of all this was in the
thoughts of our humble-minded Jurgis, as he turned to go
on with the rest of the partv, and muttered : ^Dieve—
but I'm glad I'm not a hog I ^*
The carcass hog was scooped out of the vat by maohui*
42 THE JITNOLE
•ry^ and then it fell to the second floor, passing on the
way throngh a wonderful machine with numerous scrapersi
which adjusted themselves to the size and shape of the
animal, and sent it out at the other end with nearly all of
its bristles removed. It was then again strung up by
machinery, and sent upon another troUey ride; this time
passing between two lines of men, who sat upon a raised
platform, each doing a certain single thing to the carcase
as it came to him. One scraped the outside of a leg;
another scraped the inside of the same leg. One with a
swift stroke cut the throat ; another with two swift strokes
severed the head, which fell to the floor and vanished
through a hole. Another made a slit down the body; a
secona opened the body wider ; a third with a saw cut the
breast-bone ; a fourth loosened the entrails ; a fifth pulled
them out — and they also slid through a hole in the floor.
There were men to scrape each side and men to scrape the
back ; there were men to clean the carcass inside, to trim
it and wash it. Looking down this room, one saw, creep-
ing slowly, a line of dangling hogs a hundred yards in
length; and for every yara there was a man, working as
if a demon were after him. At the end of this hog's prog-
ress every inch of the carcass had been gone over several
times ; and then it was rolled into the chuUng-room, where
it stayed for twenty-four hours, and where a stranger
might lose himself in a forest of freezing hogs.
Before the carcass was admitted here, however, it had to
pass a government inspector, who sat in the doorway and
felt of the glands in the neck for tuberculosis. This
government inspector did not have the manner of a man
who was worked to death; he was apparently not haunted
by a fear that the hog might get by him before he had
finished his testing. If you were a sociable person, he was
quite willing to enter into conversation with you, and
to explain to you the deadly nature of the ptomaines which
are found in tubercular pork ; and while he was talking
V with you you could hardly be so ungrateful as to no-
^ tice tnat a dozen carcasses were passing him untouched.
* This inspector wore an imposing silver bad^e, and he
THE JUNGLE 43
gSTv an atmospbere of authority to the scene, and, as it
were, put the stamp of official approval upon the things
wLich were done in Durham's.
Jurgis went down the line with the rest of the yisitors,
staring open-mouthed, lost in wonder. He had dressed
hogs himself in the forest of Lithuania ; but he had never
expected to live to see one hog dressed by several hundred
men. It was like a wonderful poem to him, and he took it
all in guilelessly — even to the conspicuous signs demands
ing immaculate cleanliness of the employees. Jurgis was
vexed when the cynical Jokubas translated these signs
with sarcastic comments, offering to take them to the
secret-rooms Where the spoiled meats went to be doctored.
The party descended to the next floor, where the various
waste materials were treated. Here came the entrails, to
be scraped and washed clean for sausage-casings; men
and women worked here in the midst of a sickening stench,
which caused the visitors to hasten by, gasping. To another
room came all the scraps to be *^ tanked," which meant
boiling pnd pumping off the grease to make soap and lard;
below ^ aey took out the refuse, and this, too, was a region
in which the visitors did not linger. In still other places
men were engaged in cutting up the carcasses that had
been through the chilling-rooms. First there were the
^ splitters,** the most expert workmen in the plant, who
wmed as high as fifty cents an hour, and did not a thing
aU day except chop hogs down the middle. Then there
were ^cleaver men,'* great giants with muscles of iron;
each had two men to attend him — to slide the half car*
cass in front of him on the table, and hold it while he
chopped it, and then turn each piece so that he might chop
it once more. His cleaver had a blade about two feet long,
and he never made but one cut; he made it so neatly, too,
that his implement did not smite through and dull itself—^
there was just enough force for a perfect cut, and no
more. So through various yawning holes there slipped to
the floor below — to one room &&ms, to another fore-
quarters, to another sides of pork. One might co down
to Uus floor and see the pickling-rooms, where the hams
44 THE JUNGLE
were put into vats, and the great smoke-roomaf with theb
air-tight iron doors. In other rooms they prepared salt*
pork — there were whole cellars full of it, buUt up in great
towers to the ceiling. In yet other rooms they were put-
ting up meat in boxes and barrels, and wrapping hams and
bacon in oiled paper, sealing and labelling and sewinff
them. From the doors of Siese rooms went men wii£
loaded trucks, to the platform where freight-cars were
waiting to be filled ; and one went out there and realized
with a start that he had come at last to the ground floor
of this enormous building.
Then the party went across the street to where they did
the killing of beef — where every hour they turned four
or five hundred cattle into meat. Unlike the place they
had left, all this work was done on one floor; and instead
of there being one line of carcasses which moved to the
workmen, there were fifteen or twenty lines, and the men
moved from one to another of these. This made a scene
of intense activity, a picture of human power wonderful to
watch. It was cdl in one great room, like a circu<« amphi*
theatre, with a gallery for visitors running over the centre.
Along one side of the room ran a narrow gallery, a few
feet from the floor; into which gallery the catUe were
driven by men with goads which gave them electric shocks.
Once crowded in here, the creatures were prisoned, each
in a separate pen, by gates that shut, leaving them no
room to turn around ; and while they stood bellowing and
plunging, over the top of the pen there leaned one of the
^knockers,** armed with a sledge-hammer, and watching
for a chance to deal a blow. The room echoed with the
thuds in quick succession, and the stamping and kicking
of the steers. The instant the animal lutd fallen, the
^knocker" passed on to another; while a second man
raised a lever, and the side of the pen was raised, and the
animal, still kicking and struggling, slid out to the ^ kill*
ing-bed.^ Here a man put shackles about one leg, and
pressed another lever, and the body was jerked up into the
air. There were fifteen or twenty such pens, and it was
a matter of only a couple of minutes to knodc fifteen or
^.^
THE JUNOLE 45
twenty cattle and roll them out. Then onoe more the
gates were opened, and another lot rushed in ; and so out
of each pen there rolled a steady stream of carcasses,
which the men upon the killing-beos had to get out of the
wi^
The manner in which they did this was something to be
teen and never forgotten. They worked with furious in«
tensity, literally upon the run — at a pace with which
there is nothing to be compared except a football game.
It was all higmy specialized labor, each man having his
task to do; generally this would consist of only two or three
qiecifio cuts, and he would pass down the une of fifteen
or twenty carcasses, making these cuts upon each. First
there came the ^ butcher,*' to bleed them ; this meant one
swift stroke, so swift that you could not see it — only the
flash of the knife; and before you could realize it, the
man had darted on to the next line, and a stream of bright
ted was pouring out upon the floor. This floor was half
an inch deep with blooo, in spite of the best efforts of men
who kept shovelling it through holes ; it must have made
the floor slippery, but no one could have guessed this by
watdiing the men at work.
The carcass hung for a few minutes to bleed ; there was
no time lost, however, for there were several hanging in
each line, and one was always ready. It was let down to
the g^und, and there came the ^ headsman,*' whose task
it was to sever the head, with two or three swift strokes.
Then came the ^floorsman,** to make the first cut in the
skin ; and then another to finish ripping the skin down
the centre ; and then half a dozen more in swift succes-
sion, to finish the skinning. After they were through, tiie
carcass was again swung up ; and while a man with a stick
examined the skin, to make sure that it had not been cut,
and another rolled it up and tumbled it through one of
the inevitable holes in the floor, the beef proceeded on its
journey. There were men to cut it, and men to split it,
and men to gut it and scrape it clean inside. There were
some with nose which throw jets of boilinc^ water upon
it. and others who removed the feet and added the muJ
46 THE JUNOLE
touclies. In the end, as with the hogs, the finished beef
was run into the cMlling-room, to nang its appointed
time.
The visitors were taken there and shown them, all neatly
hung in rows, labelled conspicuously with the tags of the
fovemment inspectors — and some, which had been killed
y a special process, marked with the sign of the *^ kosher''
rabbi, certifying that it was fit for sale to the orthodox.
And then the visitors were taken to the other parts of the
building, to see what became of each particle of the waste
material that had vanished through the floor ; and to the
pickling-rooms, and the salting-rooms, the canning-rooms,
and the packing-rooms, where choice meat was prepared
for shipping in refrigerator-cars, destined to be eaten in
all the four comers of civilization. Afterward they went
outside, wandering about among the mazes of buildings in
which was done the work auxiliary to this great industry*
There was scarcely a thing needed in the business that
Durham and Company did not make for themselves. There
was a great steam-power plant and an electricity plant.
There was a barrel factory, and a boiler-repair shop. There
was a building to which the grease was piped, and made
into soap and lard ; and then there was a factory for mak*
ing lard cans, and another for making soap boxes. There
was a building in which the bristles were cleaned and dried,
for the making of hair cushions and such things ; there was
a building where the skins were dried and tanned, there
was another where heads and feet were made into glue,
and another where bones were made into fertilizer. No
tiniest particle of organic matter was wasted in Durham's.
Out of the horns of the cattle they made combs, buttons,
hair-pins, and imitation ivory ; out of the shin bones and
other big bones they cut knife and tooth-brush handles,
and mouthpieces for pipes; out of the hoofs they cut
hair-pins and buttons, before they made the rest into glue.
From such things as feet, knuckles, hide clippings, and
sinews came such strange and unlikely products as gelatin«
isinglass, and phosphorus, bone-blacK, shoe-blacking, and
bmie-oiL They had curled-hair works fur the cattle taik^
THE JUNGLE 47
and a ^ wool-pnllery ** for the sheep skins ; they made pep^
sin from the stomachs of the pigs, and albumen from the
Uood, and violin strings from the ill-smelling entrails.
When there was nothing else to be done with a thing, they
first pat it into a tank and got out of it all the tallow and
^^rease, and then they made it into fertilizer. All these
industries were rathered into buildings near by, connected
by galleries and railroads with the main establishment;
and it was estimated that they had handled nearly a
quarter of a billion of animals since the founding of the
plant by the elder Durham a generation and more ago.
If you counted with it the other big plants — and tiiey
were now really all one— it was, so Jokubas informed
them, the gpreatest aggr^^tion of labor and capital evei
gathered in one place. It employed thirty thousand men ;
it supported directly two hundred and fifty thousand people
in its neighborhood, and indirectly it supported half a mil-
lion. It sent its products to every country in the civilized
world, and it furnished the food for no less than thirty
million people I
To all of these things our friends would listen open-«
mouthed — it seemed to them impossible of belief that
anything so stupendous could lutve been devised by
mortal man. That was why to Jurgis it seemed almost
profanity to speak about the place as did Jokubas, scepti-
cally ; it was a thing as tremendous as the universe — the
laws and ways of its working no more than the universe
to be questioned or understood. All that a mere man
could do, it seemed to Jurgis, was to take a thine like
this as he found it, and do as he was told ; to be given a
place in it and a share in its wonderful activities was a
MeHsing to be grateful for, as one was grateful for the
sunshine and the rain. Jurgis was even elad that he had
not seen the place before meeting with his triumph, for
he felt that the size of it would mive overwhelmed him.
But now he had been admitted— he was a part of it all t
He had the feeling that this whole huge establishment
had taken him under its protection, and had become
responsible for his welfare. So guileless was he, and
48
THE JXJNQJM
Ignorant of the nature of business, that he did not
realize that he had become an employee of Brown's, and
that Brown and Durham were supposed by all the world
to be deadly rivals — were even required to be deadly
riyak by the law of the land, and ordered to try to ruin
eaoh otiier under penalty of fine and imprisonment I
OHAPTER rv
Pbomftlt at fleven the next morning Jnrgis reported
for work« He came to the door that had Men pointed
out to him« and there he waited for nearly two hours.
The boss had meant for him to enter, but had not said
thisy and so it was only when on his way out to hire
another man that he came upon Jurgis. He gave him a
|rood cursing, but as Jurgis did not understand a word of
it he did not object. He followed the boss, who showed
him where to put his street clothes, and waited while he
donned the working clothes he had bought in a second-
hand i(hop and brought with him in a bundle ; tiien he
led him to the **kimng«beds.** The work which Jurgis
was to do here was very simple, and it took him but a
few minutes to learn it. He was provided with a stiff
besom, such as is used by street sweepers, and it was his
place to follow down the line the man who drew out the
smoking entrails from the carcass of the steer ; this mass
was to DC swept into a trap, which was then closed, so
that no one might slip into it. As Jurgis came in, the
first cattle of the morning were just making their appear-
ance ; and so, with scarcely time to look about him, and
none to speak to any one, he fell to work. It was a
sweltering day in July, and the place ran with steaming
hot blood — one waded in it on the floor. The stencm
was almost overpowering, but to Jurgis it was nothing.
His whole soul was dancing with joy — he was at wo»
at last I He was at work and earning money I All day
long he was figuring to himself. He was paid the fabu*
lous sum of seventeen ana a half cents an hour ; and as
it proved a rush day and he worked until nearly seven
•Wock in the eveningy he went home to the family with
f 49
00 THE JUNGLE
the tidings that he had earned more than a dollar and a
half in a single day I
At home, also, there was more good news ; so much of
it at once that there was quite a celebration in Aniele's
hall bedroom. Jonas had been to have an interview with
the special policeman to whom Szedvilas had introduced
him, and had been taken to see several of the bosses, with
the result that one had promised him a job the beginning
of the next week. And then there was Marija Bercz-
vnskas, who, fired with jealousy by the success of Jurgis,
had set out upon her own responsibility to get a place.
Marija had nothing to take with her save her two brawny
arms and the word ** job,*' laboriously learned ; but wim
these she had marched about Packingtown all day, enter-
ing every door where there were signs of activity. Out
of some she had been ordered with curses; but Marija
was not afraid of man or devil, and asked every one she
saw— visitors and strangers, or work-people like herself,
and once or twice even high and lof^ office personages,
who stared at her as if they thought she was crazy. In
the end, however, she had reaped her reward. In one of
the smaller plants she had stumbled upon a room where
scores of women and girte were sitting^ at long tables pre-
paring smoked beef in cans ; and wandering through room
after room, Marija came at last to the putce where tiie
sealed cans were being painted and labelled, and here she
had the good fortune to encounter the ** forelady.** Marija
did not understand then, as she was destined to understand
later, what there was attractive to a ^ f orelad v " about the
combination of a face full of boundless gooa nature and
the muscles of a dray horse ; but the woman had told her
to come the next day and she would perhaps give her a
chance to learn the tiude of painting cans. The painting
of cans being skilled piece work, and paying as much as
two dollars a day, Marija burst in upon the family with
the yell of a Comanche Indian, and fell to capering about
the room so as to frighten the baby almost into convul-
sions. > ^
Better luok than all this could hardly have been ho|^i
THE JUNGLE 51
for; there was only one of them left to seek a place.
Jorgis was determined that Teta Elzbieta should stay at
home to keep house, and that Ona should help her. He
would not have Ona working — he was not that sort of
a man, he said, and she was not that sort of a woman. It
would be a strange thing if a man like him could not sup-
port the family, with the help of the board of Jonas and
Marija. He would not even hear of letting the children
go to work — there were schools here in America for
children, Jurgis had heard, to which they could go for
nothing. That the priest would object to these schools
was something of which he had as yet no idea, and for
the present his mind was made up that the children of
Teta Elzbieta should have as fair a chance as any other chil*
dren. The oldest of them, little Stanislovas, was but thir-
teen, and small for his age at that ; and while the oldest
son of Szedvilas was only twelve, and had worked for
over a year at Jones's, Jurgis would have it that Stani-
slovas should learn to speak English, and grow up to be a
skilled man.
So there was only old Dede Antanas; Jurgis would
have had him rest too, but he was forced to acbiowledge
that this was not possible, and, besides, the old man would
not hear it spoken of —it was his whim to insist that he
was as lively as any boy. He had come to America as
full of hope as the best of them; and now he was the
chief problem that worried his son. For every one thai
Jurgis spoke to assured him that it was a waste of time
to seek emplovment for the old man in Packingtown.
&edvilas told nim that the packers did not even keep the
men who had grown old in their own service — to say
nothing of taking on new ones. And not only was it the
rule here, it was the rule everywhere in America, so far
as he knew. To satisfy Jurgis he had asked the police-
man, and brought back the message that the thing was
not to be thought of. They had not told this to old
Anthony, who had consequently spent the two days wan-
dering about from one jMurt of the yards to another, and
luui now come home to hear about the triumph of th^
52 THB jmiTGLE
others, smiling bravely and saying that it would be his
turn another day.
Their good luck, they felt, had given them the right to
think about a home ; and sitting out on the doorstep that
summer evening, they held consultation about it, and
Jurgis took occasion to broach a weighty subject. Pass-
ing down the avenue to work that morning he had seen
two boys leaving an advertisement from house to house ;
and seeing that there were pictures upon it, Jur^ had
asked for one, and had rolled it up and tucked it into his
shirt. At noontime a man with whom he had been talk*
ing had read it to him and told him a little about it, with
the result that Jurgis had conceived a wild idea.
He brought out the placard, which was quite a work of
art. It was nearly two feet long, printed on calendered
paper, with a selection of colors so bright that they shone
even in the moonlight. The centre of the placard was
occupied by a house, brilliantly painted, new, and dazzling.
The roof of it was of a purple hue, and trimmed wiui
gold; the house itself was silvery, and the doors and
windows red. It was a two-story building, with a porch
in front, and a very fancy scrollwork around the edges;
it was complete in every tiniest detail, even the door-
knob, and there was a hammock on the porch and white
lace curtains in the windows. Underneath this, in one
corner, was a picture of a husband and wife in loving
embrace i in the opposite corner was a cradle, with fluffy
curtains drawn over it, and a smiling cherub hovering
upon silver-colored wings. For fear that the significance
of all this should be lost, there was a label, in Polish,
Lithuanian, and German — ^^Dom. Namau ffeim.^*
•*Why pay rent?** the linguistic circular went on to
demand. "Why not own your own home? Do you
know that you can buy one for less than your rent ? We
have built thousands of homes which are now occupied
by happy families.** — So it became eloquent, picturing
the blissfulness of married life in a house with nothing to
pav. It even quoted "Home, Sweet Home,** and made
lx>ld to translate it into Polish — though for some re%9on
', V
THE JUNGLE 53
H omitted the Lithnanian of this'. Perhaps the translator
found it a difficult matter to be sentimental in a language
in which a sob is known as a *^ gukcziojimas " and a smue
as a ^ nusiszypsojimas.'*
Over this document the family pored lone^, while Ona
spelled out its contents. It appeared that this house con-
tained four rooms, besides a basement, and that it might
be bought for fifteen hundred dollars, the lot and all.
Of this, only three hundred dollars had to be paid down,
ike balance being paid at the rate of twelve dollars a
month. These were frightful sums, but then they were
in America, where people talked about such without fear.
They had learned that they would have to pay a rent
of nine dollars a month for a fiat, and there was no way
of doing better, unless the family of twelve was to exist in
one or two rooms, as at present. If they paid rent, of
course, they might pay forever, and be no better oS;
whereas, if they could only meet the extra expense in the
beginning, there would at last come a time when they
would not have any rent to pay for the rest of their lives.
They figured it up. There was a little left of the
money belonging to Teta Elzbieta, and there was a
little left to Jurgis. Marija had about fifty dollars
pinned up somewhere in her stockings, and 6i*andf ather
Anthony had part of the money he had gotten for his
farm. If they all combined, thev would have enough to
make the first payment; and if they had employment,
so that they could be sure of the future, it might really
prove the best plan. It was, of course, not a thing even
to be talked of lightly ; it was a thing they wordd have to
sift to the bottom. And yet, on the other hand, if they
were going to make the venture, the sooner they did it the
better; for were they not paying rent aU the time, and
living in a most horrible way besides? Jurgis was used
to dirt — there was nothing cordd scare a man who had
been with a railroad-gang, where one cordd gather up
the fleas off the floor of the sleeping-room bv the hand-
fuL But that sort of thing would not do for Ona. They
most have a better place of some sort very soon — Jurgui
54 THE JUKGLB
said it with all the assurance of a man who had just mad«
a dollar and fifty-seven cents in a single day* Jurgis was
at a loss to unaerstand why, with wages as they were, so
many of the people of this district should live the way they
did.
The next day Marija went to see her ** forelady/' and
was told to report the first of the week, and learn the
business of can-painter. Marija went home, singing out
loud all the way, and was just in time to join Ona and
her stepmother as they were setting out to go and make
inquiry concerning the house. That evening the three
made their report to the men — the thing was altogether
as representea in the circular, or at any rate so the agent
had said. The houses lay to the south, about a mile and a
half from the yards ; they were wonderful bargains, the
gentleman had assured them — personally, and for their
own good. He could do this, so he explained to them^
for the reason that he had himself no interest in their
sale — he was merely the agent for a company that had
built them. These were the last, and the company was
going out of business, so if any one wished to take advan-
tage of this wonderful no-rent plan, he would have to be
very quick. As a matter of fact there was just a little
uncertainty as to whether there was a single house left ;
for the agent had taken so many people to see them, and
for all he knew the companv mi^ht have parted with the
last. Seeing Teta Elzbieta s evident grief at this news,
he added, alter some hesitation, that if they really in-
tended to make a purchase, he would send a telephone
message at his own expense, and have one of the houses
kept. So it had finally been arranged — and they were
to go and make an inspection thi foUowing Sunday
morning.
That was Thursday ; and all the rest of the week the kill«
ing-gang at Brown's worked at full pressure, and Jursia
cleared a dollar seventy-five every day. That was at me
rate of ten and one-half dollars a week, or forty-five a month;
Jurgis was not able to figure, except it was a very simple
sum, but Ona was like Ughtning at such things, and she
THE JX7NGLE 55
worked out the problem for the family. Marija and Jonas
were each to pay sixteen dollars a month board, and the old
man insisted that he could do the same as soon as he got
a place — which might be any day now. That would m^e
ninety-three dollars. Then Marija and Jonas were between
them to take a third share in the house, which would leave
only eight dollars a month for Jurgis to contribute to the
payment. So they would have eighty-five dollars a month,
— or, supposing that Dede Antimas did not get work at
once, seventy dollars a month — which ought surely to be
sufficient for the support of a family of twelve.
An hour before the time on Sunday morning the entire
party set out. They had the address written on a piece of
paper, which they showed to some one now and then. It
proved to be a long mile and a half, but they walked it,
and half an hour or so later the agent put in an appearance.
He was a smooth and florid personage, elegantly dressed, and
he spoke their language freely, which gave him a great
advantage in dealing with them. He escorted them to the
house, which was one of a long row of the typical frame
dwellings of the neighborhood, where architecture is a
luxury that is dispensed with. Ona's heart sank, for the
house was not as it was shown in the picture ; the color*
scheme was different, for one thing, and then it did not
seem quite so bi^* Still, it was freshly painted, and made
a considerable show. It was all brand-new, so the agent
told them, but he talked so incessantly that they were quite
confused, and did not have time to ask many questions.
There were all sorts of things they had made up their minds
to inquire about, but when the time came, they either for-
got them or lacked the courage. The other houses in the
row did not seem to be new, and few of them seemed to be
occupied. When they ventured to hint at this, the agent's
»ply was that the purchasers would be movins^ in shortly.
To press the matter would have seemed to be doubting ms
wonl, and never in their lives had any one of them ever
spoken to a person of the class called ** gentleman ** except
with deference and humility.
The house had a basement, about two feet below the
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street line, and a single story, about six feet above it|
reached by a flight of steps. In addition there was an
attio, made by the peak of the roof, and having one small
window in each end. The street in front of the house
was unpaved and unlighted, and the view from it con*
sisted of » few exactly similar houses, scattered here and
there upon lots grown up with dingy brown weeds. The
house inside contained four rooms, plastered white; the
basement was but a frame, the walls being unplastered
and the floor not laid. The agent explained that the
houses were built that way, as the purchasers generally
preferred to finish the basements to suit their own tasta.
The attio was also unfinished — the family had been figur-
ing that in case of an emergency they cordd rent this attic,
but they found that there was not even a fioor, nothing but
foists, and beneath them the lath and plaster of the ceiling
below. All of this, however, did not chill their ardor as
much as might have been expected, because of the volu*
bility of the agent. There was no end to the advantages
of the house, as he set them forth, and he was not silent
for an instant ; he showed them everything, down to the
locks on the doors and the catches on the windows, and
how to work them. He showed them the sink in the
kitchen, with running water and a faucet, something
which Teta Elzbieta nad never in her wildest dreams
hoped to possess. After a discoverv such as that it
would have seemed ungrateful to find any fault, and sa
they tried to shut their eyes to other defects.
Still, they were peasant people, and they hun^ on to
their money by instinct; it was quite in vain that the
agent hinted at promptness — they would see, they would
see, they told him, they cordd not decide until they had
had more time. Ana so they went hom« again, and
all day and evening there was figuring and debating. It
was an ag^ny to them to have to make up their minds in
a matter such as this. They never could agree all to-
gether; there were so many arguments upon each side,
and one would be obstinate, and no sooner would the resc
have convinced him than it would taumpire that hi. «!».
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fiaents had caused another to waver. Once, in the even*
ing, when they were all in harmony, and the house was
as good as bought, Szedvilas came in and upset them agaia.
Sz^vilas had no use for property-owning. He told them
cruel stories of people who had been done to death in this
«* buying a home'* swindle. They would be almost sure
to get into a tight place and lose all their money; and
there was no end of expense that one could never foresee;
and the house might be good-for-nothing from top to bot-
tom — how was a poor man to know ? Then, too, they
would swindle you with the contract— and how was a
poor man to understand anything about a contract ? It
was all nothing but robbery, and there was no safety but
in keeping out of it. And pay rent ? asked Jurgis. Ah,
yes, to be sure, the other answered, that too was robbery.
It was all robbery, for a poor man. After half an hour of
such depressing conversation, they had their minds quite
made up that uiey had been saved at the brink of a preci-
pice; but then Szedvilas went away, and Jonas, who was
a sharp little man, reminded them that the delicatessen
business was a failure, according to its proprietor, and
that this might account for his pessimistic views. Which,
of course, reopened the subject I
The controlling factor was that they could not stay
where they were— -they had to go somewhere. And when
they g^ve up the house plan and decided to rent, the
prospect of paying out nine dollars a month forever they
found just as hard to face. All day and all night for
nearly a whole week they wrestled with the problem, and
then in the end Jur^ took the responsibility. Brother
Jonas had gotten his iob, and was pushing a truck in
Durham's ; and the killing-gang at Brown's continued to
work early and late, so that Jurgis grew more confident
every hour, more certain of his mastership. It was the
kind of thing the man of the family had to decide and
cany through, he told himself. Others mieht have failed
at it, but he was not the failL^ kind— he would show
them how to do it. He would work all day, and all night
too, if need be; he would never rest until the house wan
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paid for and his people had a home. So he told them, and
80 in the end the decision was made.
They had talked about looking at more houses before
they made the purchase s but then they did not know
where any more were, and they did not Know any way of
finding out. The one they haa seen held the sway in their
thoughts; wheneyer they thought of themselyes in a
house, it was this house that they thought of. And so
they went and told the agent thiat they were ready to
make the agreement. They knew, as an abstract proposi-
tion, that in matters of business all men are to be accounted
liars ; but they cordd not but haye been influenced by all
they had heard from the eloquent agent, and were quite
persuaded that the house was something they had run a
risk of losing by their delay. They drew a deep breath
when he told them that they were still in time.
They were to come on tne morrow, and he would haye
the papers all drawn up. This matter of papers was one
in which Jurgis understood to the full the need of cau-
tion; yet he could not go himself -^^ eyery one told him
that he cordd not get a holiday, and that he might lose his
job by asking. So there was nothing to be done but to
trust it to the women, with Szedyilas, who promised to go
with them. Jurgis spent a whole eyening impressing
upon them the seriousness of the occasion — and then
finally, out of innumerable hiding-places about their per*
sons and in their baggage, came forth the precious wads
of money, to be done up tightly in a little bag and sewed
fast in tne lining of Teta £lzbieta*s dress.
Early in the morning they sallied forth. Jurgis had
given 4eiD so many instoactions and warned them against
SO many perils, that the women were quite pale with
fright, and eyen the imperturbable delicatessen yender,
who prided himself upon being a business man, was ill at
ease, llie affent had me deed fdl ready, and inyited them to
sit down and read it ; this Szedyilas proceeded to do— a
painful and laborious process, during which the agent
orummed upon the desk. Teta Elzbieta was so embar^
rassed that the perspiration came out upon her forehead in
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beads i for was not this readiDC^ as much as to say plainlv
to the gentleman^s face that they doubted his honesty r
Yet Jokubas Szedvilas read on and on; and presently
there deyeloped that he had good reason for aoing so.
For a horrible suspicion had begun dawning in his mind ;
he knitted his brows more and more as he read. This was
not a deed of sale at all, so far as he could see— it pro*
Tided oidy for the renting of the property I It was hard
to tell, with all this strange legal jargon, words he had
never heard before ; but was not this plain — ^ the party
of the first part hereby covenants and agrees to rent to
the said paiiy of the second part I ** And then again
— »^a monthly rental of twelve dollars, for a perioa of
eight years and four months I ** Then Szedvilas took off
his spectacles, and looked at the agent, and stammered m
question.
The a^ent was most polite, and explained that that was
the ususi formula ; that it was always arranged that the
property should be merely rented. He kept trying to
show them something in the next paragraph ; but Szed-
vilas could not get by the word ** rental ^- and when he
translated it to Teta Elzbieta, she too was thrown into a
fright. They would not own the home at all, then, for
nearly nine years I The agent, with infinite patience,
began to explain arain ; but no explanation wordd do
now. ElzbCeta had firmly fixed in her mind the last
solemn wanuig of Jurgis : ^If there is anything wronfi^
do not give him the money, but go out and get a lawyer.
It was an afifonizing moment, but she sat in the chair, her
hands clenched like death, and made a fearful effort, sum-
moning all her powers, and gasped out her purpose.
Jokubas translated her words. She expected the agent
to fly into a passion, but he was, to her bewilderment, as
ever imperturbable ; he even offered to go and get a lawyer
for her, but she declined this. They went a long way, on
purpose to find a man who would not be a confederata.
Then let any one imagine their dismay, when, after half an
hour, they came in with a lawyer, and heard him greet
the agent by his first name I
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They felt that all was lost ; they sat like prisonen
summoned to hear the reading of their death-warrant.
There was nothing more that they could do— -they were
trapped I The lawyer read over the deed, and when he
had read it he informed Szedvilas that it was all perfectly
regular, that the deed was a blank deed such as was often
used in these sales. And was the price as agreed ? the old
man asked— -three hundred dollars down, and the balance
at twelve dollars a month, till the total of fifteen hundred
dollars had been paid ? Yes, that was correct. And it
was for the sale of such and such a house— the house and
lot and everything ? Tes» •— and the lawyer showed him
where that was all written* And it was all perfectly reg-
ular — there were no tricks about it of any sort ? They
were poor people, and this was aU they had in the worldi
and if there was anything wrong they would be ruined.
And so Szedvilas went on, askine one trembling question
after another, while the eyes of the women folks were
fixed upon him in mute agony. They could not under*
stand what he was saying, but they knew that upon it
their fate depended. And when at last he had questioned
until there was no more questioning to be done, and the
time came for them to make up their minds, and either
close the bargain or reject it, it was all that poor Teta
Elzbieta could do to keep from bursting into tears. Joku*
has had asked her if she wished to sign ; he had asked
her twice —-and what could she say ? How did she know
if this lawyer were telling the trutn — that he was not in
the conspiracy? And yet, how could she say so— whai;
excuse could she give ? The eyes of every one in the room
were upon her, awaiting her decision; and at last, half
blind with her tears, she began fumbUng in her jacket,
where she had pinned the precious money. And she
brought it out and unwrapped it before the men. All of
this Ona sat watching, from a comer of the room, twisting
her hands together, meantime, in a fever of fright. Ona
longed to oxy out and tell bar stepmother to stop, that it
was all a trap ; bat there seemed to be something clutchin;^
ber by the taroaL and she could not make a sound. And
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•o Teta Elzbieta laid the money on the table, and the
agent picked it up and counted it, and then wrote them a
receipt for it and passed them the deed. Then he gave a
si^h of satisfaction, and rose and shook hands with them
nSf still as smooth and polite as at the beginning. Ona
had a dim recollection of the lawyer telling Szedvilas that
his charge was a dollar, which occasioned some debate,
and more agony ; and then, after they had paid that, too,
ihey went out into the street, her stepmother clutching
the deeS in her hand. They were so weak from fright
that they could not walk, but had to sit down on the way.
So they went home, with a deadly terror gnawing at their
eouls i and that evening Jurgis came home and heard
their story, and that was the end. Jurgis was sure that
they had been swindled, and were ruined ; and he tore his
hair and cursed like a madman, swearing that he would
kill the agent that very night. In the end he seized the
paper and rushed out of the house, and all the way across
the yards to Halsted Street. He dragged Szedvilas out
from his supper, and together thev rushed to consult
another lawyer. When they enterea his office the lawyer
Sprang up, for Jurgis looked like a crazy person, with
ying hair and bloodshot eyes. His companion explained
the situation, and the lawyer took the paper and began to
read it, while Jurgis stood clutching the desk with knotted
hands, trembling in every nerve.
Once or twice the lawyer looked up and asked a question
of Szedvilas ; the other did not know a word that he was
saying, but his eyes were fixed upon the lawyer's face,
etriving in an agony of dread to read his mind. He saw
the lawyer look up and laugh, and he gave a gasp ; the
man said something to Szedvilas, and Jurgis turned upon
his friend, his heart almost stopping.
•♦Well?** he panted.
^ He says it is all right,'* said Szedvilas.
•* All right f
*^ Tes, he says it is just as it should be.** And Jurgisi
Iq his relief, sank down into a chair.
** Are you sure of it ? " he gasped, and made Szedvilas
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translate question after question. He oonld not hear ft
often enough ; he could not ask with enough yariationa.
Yes, they luul bought the house, thov had really bought
it. It l)elonged to them, they had only to pay the money
and it would be all right. Then Jur^ covered his face
with his hands, for there were tears in his eyes, and he
felt like a fool. But he had had such a horrible fright ;
strong man as he was, it left him almost too wea^ to
stand up.
The lawyer explained that the rental was a form— the
property was said to be merely rented until the last pay*
ment had been made, the purpose bein^ to make it easier
to turn the party out if he did not mSke the payments.
So long as they paid, howevert they had nothing to fear,
the house was all theirs.
Jurgis was so grateful that he paid the half dollar the
lawyer asked without winking an eyelash, and then rushed
home to tell the news to the family. He found Ona in a
ffidnt and the babies screaming, and the whole house m
an uproar— for it had been l^lieved by all that he had
gone to murder the accent. It was hours before the ex*
citement could be calmed ; and all through that cruel
night Jurgis would wake up now and then and hear Ona
and her stepmother in the next room, sobbmg softly U^
themselveso
CHAPTER V
Thet had bought their home. It was hard for them to
lealize that the wonderful house was theirs to move into
whenever they chose* They spent all their time thinking
about it, and what they were going to put into it. As
their week with Aniele was up in three oays, they lost no
time in ^ettin^ ready. They had to make some shift to
furnish it, and every instant of their leisure was given to
discussing this.
A person who had such a task before him would not
need to look very far in Packingtown — he had only to
walk up the avenue and read the signs, or get into a
street-car, to obtain full information as to pretty much
evervthing a human creature could need. It was quite
touching, the zeal of people to see that hb health and
happiness were provided for. Did the person wish to
smoke ? There was a little discourse about cigars, show-
ing him exactly why the Thomas Jefferson Five-cent Per-
fecto was the only cigar worthy of the name. Had he,
on the other hand, smoked too much ? Here was a remedy
for the smoking habit, twenty-five doses for a quarter, and
a euro absolutely guaranteed in ten doses. In innumerable
ways such as this, the traveller found that somebody had
been busied to make smooth his paths through the world,
and to let him know what had been done for him. In
Packinfirtown the advertisements had a style all of their
own, adapted to the peculiar population. One would be
tenderly solicitous. ** Is your wife pale ? •• it would in-
Suire. ** Is she discouraged, does she draff herself about
lie house and find fault with everjrthing ? Why do you
aot tell her to try Dr. Lanahan*s Life Preservers?**
Another would be jocular in tone, slapping you on the
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back, 80 to speak. ^ Don't be a chump ! ** it would ex*
claim, «*Go and get the Goliath Bunion Cure.** **Gret
a move on you I ** would chime in another. ^It*8 easy, if
you wear the Eureka Two-fifty Shoe.**
Among these importunate signs was one that had
caught the attention of the fanuly by its pictures. It
showed two very pretty little birds building themselves
a home; and Marija had asked an acquaintance to read it
to her, and told them that it related to the furnishing of
a house. ** Feather your nest,** it ran— and went on to
say that it could furnish all the necessary feathers for a
four-room nest for the ludicrously small sum of seventy^
five dollars. The particularly important thing about tms
offer was that only a small part of the money need be had
at once— > the rest one might pay a few dollars every
month. Our friends had to have some furniture, there
was no getting away from that ; but their little fund of
money had sunk so low that they could hardly get to
sleep at night, and so they fled to this as their deliver-
ance. There was more agony and another paper for Elz«
bieta to sign, and then one nigfht when Jurgis came home,
he was told the breathless tidings that the furniture had
arrived and was safely stowed in the house : a parlor set
of four pieces, a bedroom set of three pieces, a dining-
room table and four chairs, a toilet-set with beautiful piim
roses painted all over it, an assortment of crockery, also
with pink roses — and so on. One of the plates in the
set had been found broken when they unpacked it, and
Ona was going to the store the first thing in the morning
to make them change it ; also they had promised three
sauce-pans, and there had only two come, and did Jurgis
think that they were trying to cheat them ?
The next day they went to the house ; and when the
men came from work they ate a few hurried mouthfuls
at Aniele*8, and then set to work at the task of carrying
their belongings to their new home. The distance was
in reality over two miles, but Jurgis made two trips that
night, each time with a huge pile of mattresses and bed-
ding on his head, with bundles of clothing and bags and
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dungs tied np inmde. Anywhere else in Chicago he
would have stood a good chance of being arrested; but
the policemen in Packingtown were apparently used to
these informal movings, and contented tnemselves with a
cursory examination now and then. It was quite wonder*
ful to see how fine the house looked, with all the things in
it, even by the dim light of a lamp : it was really home,
and almost as exciting as the placard had described it.
Ona was fairly dancing, and she and Cousin Marija took
Jurgis by the arm and escorted him from room to room,
sitting in each chair by turns, and then insisting that he
should do the same. One chair squeaked with nis great
weight, and they screamed with fright, and woke the
baby and brought everybody running. Altogether it
was a great day ; and tired as they were, Jurgis and Ona
sat up late, contented simply to hold each other and gaze
in rapture about the room. They were going to be mar*
ried as soon as they could get everything settled, and a
little spare money put by ; and this was to be their home
— that little room yonder wordd be theirs!
It was in truth a never-ending delight, the fixing up of
this house. They had no money to spend for the pleasure
of spending, but there were a few absolutely necessary
things, and the buying of these was a perpetual adventure
for Ona. It must always be done at night, so that Jurgis
could go along ; and even if it were only a pepper-cruet,
or half a dozen glasses for ten cents, that was enough for
an expedition. On Saturday night they came home with
a cpreat basketful of thin^ and spread them out on the
table, while every one stood round, and the children cUmbed
np on the chairs, or howled to be lifted up to see. There
were sugar and salt and tea and crackers, and a can of lard
and a milk-pail, and a scrubbing-brush, and a pair of shoes
for the second oldest boy, and a can of oil, and a tack-ham-
mer, and a pound of nails. These ]ast were to be driven
into the walls of the kitchen and the bedrooms, to hang
things on ; and there was a family discussion as to the
place where each one was to be ariven. Then Jurgis
woold try to hammer, and hit his fingers because urn
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hammer was too small, and get mad because Ona had
refused to let him pay fifteen cents more and set a bigger
hammer ; and Ona would be invited to try it nerself, and
hurt her thumb, and cry out, which necessitated the
thumb's being kissed by Jurgis* Finally, after every one
had had a try, the nails woiUd be driven, and something
hung up* Jurgis had come home with a big packing-box
on ms head, and he sent Jonas to get another that he had
bought. He meant to take one side out of these to-morrow,
and put shelves in them, and make them into bureaus and
places to keep things for the bedrooms. The nest which
nad been advertised had not included feathers for quite
so many birds as there were in this family.
They had, of course* put their dining-table in the
kitchen, and the dining-room was used as the bedroom of
Teta Elzbieta and five of her children. She and the two
youngest slept in the only bed, and the other three had a
mattress on the floor. Ona and her cousin dragged a
mattress into the parlor and slept at night, and the
three men and the oldest boy slept in the other room,
having nothing but the very level floor to rest on for
the present. Even so, however, they slept soundly-—
It was necessary for Teta Elzbieta to poimd more than once
on the door at a quarter past flve every morning. |ohe
would have readv a great pot full of steaming blacK coneop
and oatmeal and bread and smoked sausages; and then
she would fix them their dinner pails with more thick
slices of bread with lard between them — - they could not
afford butter — and some onions and a piece of chee^and
so they would tramp away to work.
This was the first time in his life that he had!, ever really
worked, it seemed to Jurgis ; it was the first t^me that he
had ever had anything to do which took all he jpad in him.
Jurgis had stood with the rest up in the gtillerj and
watched the men on the killing-beds, marvelling! at their
speed and power as if they had been wonderful riiachines ;
it somehow never occurred to one to think of the flesh^and*
blood side of it — that is, not until he actually |got down
into the pitandtook off his coat. Thenhe saw thiuscs ina
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different light, he got at the inside of them. The pace
tiiey set here, it was (me that called for every faculty of a
man -* from the instant the first steer fell till the sound-
ing of the noon whistle, and again from half-past twelve
tiu heaven only knew what hour in the late afternoon or
evening, there was never one instant's rest for a man, for
his hand or his eye or his brain. Jurgis saw how they
managed it ; there were portions of the work which deter-
mined the pace of the rest, and for these they had picked
men whom thev paid high wages, and whom they changed
frequently* You might easily pick out these pace-makers*
for they worked under the eye of the bosses, and they
worked like men possessed. This was called ^^ speeding
up the gang,*' and if any man could not keep up with the
pace, there were hundreds outside begring to try.
Tet Jurgis did not mind it ; he rather enjoyed it. It
saved him the necessity of flinging his arms about and
fidgeting as he did in most work* He wordd laugh to
himself as he ran down the line, darting a glance now and
then at the man ahead of hinu It was not the pleasantest
work one could think of, but it was necessary work ; and
what more had a man the right to ask than a chance
to do something useful, and to get good pay for doing
it?
So Jurgis thought, and so he spoke, in his bold, free
way; very much to his surprise, he found that it had a
tendency to get him into trouble. For most of the men
here took a fearfully different view of the thing. He was
quite dismayed when he first began to find it out — that
most of the men hated their work. It seemed strange,
it was even terrible, when you came to find out tne
universality of the sentiment; but it was certainly the
fact — they hated their work. They hated the bosses and
they hated the owners ; they hated the whole place, the
whole neighborhood — even the whole city, with an all**
inclusive hatred, bitter and fierce. Women and little
children would fall to cursing about it; it was rotten,
rotten as hell — everything was rotten. When Jurgis
voold ask them wliat tl^y meant, they would begui
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to get suspicions, and content themselves with sayings
** Never mind, you stay here and see for yourself."
One of the first problems that Jurgis ran upon was that
of the unions. He had had no experience with unionsi
and he had to have it explained to him that the men
were banded together for the purpose of fighting for
their rights. Jurgis asked them what they meant by
their rights, a question in which he was quite sincere, for
he had not any idea of any rights that he had, except the
right to hunt for a job, and do as he was told when he
got it. Generally, however, this harmless question would
only make his fellow-workingmen lose their tempers and
call him a fool. There was a delegate of the outcher-
helpers' union wh o came to see Jurgis to enroll him ; and
when Jurgis found that this meant that he would have to
part with some of his money, he froze up directly, and the
delegate, who was an Irishman and only knew a few words
of Lithuanian, lost his temper and began to threaten him.
In the end Jurgis got into a fine rage, and made it suffi*
ciently plain that it would take more than one Irishman
to scare him into a union. Little by little he gathered
that the main thing the men wanted was to put a stop to
the habit of ** speeding-up " ; they were trying their best
to force a lessening of the pace, for there were some, they
said, who could not keep up with it, whom it was killing.
But Jurgis had no sympathy with such ideas as this — he
could do the work Inmself, and so could the rest of them,
he declared, if they were good for anything. If they
couldn't do it, let them go somewhere else. Jurgis haa
not studied the books, and he would not have known how
to pronounce "laissez-faire"; but he had been round the
world enough to know that a man has to shift for himself
in it, and that if he gets the worst of it, there is nobody
to listen to him holler.
Fet there have been known to be philosophers and plain
men who swore by Malthus in the books, and would, never-
theless, subscribe to a relief fund in time of a famine. It
was the same with Jurgis, who consigned the unfit to
destruction, while going about all day sick at heart
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because of his poor old father, who was wandering some-
where in the yards begging for a chance to earn his
bread. Old Antanas mtd been a worker ever since he
was a child ; he had run away from home when he was
twelve, because his father beat him for trying to learn to
read. And he was a faithful man, too ; he was a man vou
might leave alone for a month, if only you had made him
understand what you wanted him to do in the meantime.
And now here he was, worn out in soul and body, and
with no more place in the world than a sick dog. He
had his home, as it happened, and some one who would
care for him if he never got a job; but his son could
not help thinking, suppose this had not been the case.
Antanas Rudkus had been into every building in Pack-
ingtown by this time, and into nearly every room; he
had stood mornings among the crowd of applicants till
the very policemen had come to know his face and to tell
him to go home and g^ive it up. He had been likewise to
all the stores and saloons for a mile about, begging for
some little thing to do ; and everywhere they had ordered
him out, sometimes with curses, and not once even stop-
ping to ask him a question.
So, after all, there was a crack in the fine structure of
Jura's faith in things as they are. The crack was wide
while Dede Antanas was hunting a job — and it was yet
wider when he finally got it. For one evening the old
man came home in a great state of excitement, with the
tale that he had been approached by a man in one of
the corridors of the pickle-rooms of Durham's, and asked
what he would pay to get a job. He had not known
what to make of this at first ; but the man had gone on
with matter-of-fact frankness to say that ha could get
him a job, provided that he were willing to pay one-third
of his wages for it. Was he a boss ? Antanas nad asked ;
to which the man had replied that that was nobody's bosi*
11688, but that he could do what he said.
Jurgis had made some friends by this time, and he
sought one of them and asked what this meant. The
jErie^d, who was named Tamoszios Kuszleika, was a sharp
70 THE JUNGLE
little inan who folded hides on the killing-beds, and he
listened to what Jiirgis had to-say without seeming at all
surprised. They were common enough, he said, suoh
cases of petty graft. It was simply some boss who pro-
posed to add a little to his income. After Jurgis had
been there awhile he would know that the plants were
simply honeycombed with rottenness of that sort — the
bosses grafted off the men, and they grafted off each
other ; and some day the superintendent would find out
about the boss, and then he would graft off the boss.
Warming to the subject, Tamoszius went on to explain
the situation. Here was Diirham's, for instance, owned by
a man who was trying to make as much money out of it
as he could, and did not care in the least how he did it;
and underneath him, ranged in ranks and grades like an
army, were managers and superintendents and foremen,
each one driving the man next below him and trying to
squeeze out of mm as much work as possible. And all
the men of the same rank were pitted against each other ;
the accounts of each were kept separately, and every man
lived in terror of losing his job, if another made a better
record than he. So from top to bottom the place was
simply a seething cauldron of jealousies and hatreds;
there was no loyalty or decency anywhere about it,
there was no place in it where a man counted for any-
thing against a dollar. And worse than there being no
decency, there was not even any honesty. The reason
for that? Who could say? It must have been old
Durham in the beginning; it was a heritage which the
self-made merchant had left to his son, along with his
millions.
Jurfi^s would. find out these things for himself, if he
stayed there long enough ; it was the men who had to do
all the dirty jobs, and so there was no deceiving them ;
and they caught the spirit of the place, and did like all
the rest. Jurgis had come there, and thought he was
Sing to make himself useful, and rise and become a
illed man; but he would soon find out his error — for
nobody rose in Packingtown by doing good work. Too
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eould lay that down for a rule— if yon met a man who
was riidn^ in Paokingtown, von met a knave. That man
who had been sent to Jurgis s father by the boss, he would
rise ; the man who told teles and spied upon his fellows
would rise; but the man who minded his own business
and did his work— why, they would ^ speed him up** till
they had worn him out, and then they would throw him
into the gutter.
Jurgis went home with his head buzzing. Yet he could
not bring himself to believe such things — nO| it could not
be so. Tamoszius was simply another of the grumblers.
He was a man who spent all his time fiddling; and he
would go to parties at night and not get home till sunrise,
and so of course he did not feel like work. Then, toO|
he was a puny little chap ; and so he had been left behind
in the race, and that was why he was sore. And yet so
many strange things kept coming to Jurgis's notice eveiy
day!
He tried to persuade his father to have nothing to do
with the offer. But old Antanas had begged until ne was
worn out, and all his courage was gone; he wanted a jots
any sort of a job. So the next day he went and found the
man who bad spoken to him, and promised to bring him a
third of all he earned ; and that same day he was put to
work in Durham's cellars. It was a ^^ piclde-room," where
there was never a dry spot to stand upon, and so he had
to take nearly the whole of his first week's earnings
to buy him a pair of heavynsoled boots. He was a
^squeedgie ^ man; his job was to go about all day with a
long-handled mop, swabbing up tne floor. Except that
it was damp and dark, it was not an unpleasant job| in
summer.
Now Antanas Rudkus was the meekest man that God
ever put on earth ; and so Jurgis found it a striking con-
firmation of what the men all said, that his father had
been at work only two days before he came home as bitter
as any of them, and cursing Durham's with all the power
of his soul. For they hsA set him to cleaning out the
traps « au(i' vhe family sat round and listened in wondei
72 THB
while he told &em what that meant* It seemed that \m
was working in the room where the men prepared the beet
for canning, and the beef had lain in vats full of chemicalst
and men with great forks speared it out and dumped it
into trucks, to be taken to the cooking-room. When they
had speared out all they could reach, they emptied the vat
on the floor, and then with shovels scraped up the balance
and dumped it into the truck. This floor was filthy, vet
they set Antanas with his mop slopping the ^pickle*'
into a hole that connected with a sink^ where it was caught
and used over again forever; and if that were not enought
there was a trap in the pipe, where all the scraps of meat
and odds and ends of rehise were caught, and every few
days it was the old man's task to clean these out, and
shovel their contents into one of the trucks with the rest
of the meat t
This was the experience of Antanas; and then there
came also Jonas and Mariia with tales to tell. Marija was
working for one of the independent packers, and was quite
beside herself and outrageous with triumph over the sums
of money she was making as a painter of cans. But one
day she walked home wiui a pale-faced little woman who
worked opposite to her, Jadvyga Marcinkus by name, and
Jadvyga told her how she, Marija, had chanced to ^et her
job. She had taken the place oi an Irish woman "mio had
oeen working in that factory ever since any one could re-
member, for over fifteen years, so she declared. Mary
Dennis was her name, and a long time ago she had been
•educed, and had a little boy ; he was a cripple, and an
epileptic, but still he was all that she had in the world to
love, and they had lived in a little room alone somewhere
back of Halsted Street, where the Irish were. Mary had
had consumption, and all day long you might hear her
eonghing as she worked ; of late she liad been ]gping all to
Sieoesy and when Marija came, the ^ f orelady^ had sud-
enly decided to torn her off. The foreladv wd to oome
ap to a certain standard herself, and coula '%ot stop for
rick people, Jadvyga explained. The fact th ^ Mary had
been there so long had not made any
XHB JUirOUB 73
It was donbtfol if the even knew that, for boUithe foielady
and the superintendent were new peopIe» having onlj been
there two or three years themselves* Jadvyga did not
know what had become of the poor ereatnrei she woold
have gone to see her, bnt had been sick hersdf* She had
pains in her back all the tirne^ Jadvyga explained, and
feared that she had womb trouble. It was not fit work for
a woman, handling fourteen^und cans dl day.
It was a striking circumstance that Jonas, too, had
Sotten his job by the misfortune of some other person*
onas pushed a truck loaded with hams from the smoke-
rooms on to an elevator, and thence to the packing-rooms.
The trucks were all of iron, and heavy, and uiey put
about threescore hams on each of them, a load of more
than a quarter of a ton. On the uneven floor it was a
task for a man to start one of these trucks, unless he was
a giant ; and when it was once started he naturally tried
his best to keep it going. There was always the boss
prowling about, and if there was a second s delay he
would wl to cursing ; Lithuanians and Slovaks and such,
who could not understand what was said to tiiiem, the
bosses were wont to kick about the place like so many
dogs. Therefore these trucks went for the most part on
the run ; and the predecessor of Jones had been lammed
against the wall uy one and crushed in a horrible and
namolflss manner.
All of these were sinister incidents; but thqr were
trifles compared to what Jurgis saw with his own eyes
before long. One curious thing he had noticed, the very
first day, m his profession of shoveller of guts ; which was
the sharp trick of the floor^bosses whenever there chanced
to oome a ^ dunk ** calf. Any man who knows anything
about butchering knows that the flesh of a cow that is
about to calve, or has just calved, is not fit for food. A
good many of these came every day to the packing*houses -^
and, of course, if they had chosen, it would have been
an easy matter for the packers to keep them till they were
fit for food* But for the saving of time and fodder, it was
thfi \w Ihat oowB of that sort oame along with the others,
74 THE JUNGLE
and whoever noticed it would tell the boss, and the boat
would start up a conversation with the government in*
specter, and the two would stroll away. So in a trice the
carcass of the cow would be cleaned out, and the entrails
would have vanished ; it was Jurgis's task to slide them
into the trap, calves and all, and on the floor below they
took out these ^^ slunk " calves, and butchered them for
meat, and used even the skins of them.
One day a man slipped and hurt his leg ; and that after-
noon, when the last of the cattle had been disposed of, and
the men were leaving, Jurgis was ordered to remain and
do some special work which this injured man had usually
done. It was late, almost dark, and the government in«
specters had all gone, and there were onlv a dozen or two
of men on the floor. That day they had killed about four
thousand cattle, and these cattle had come in freight
trains from far states, and some of them had got hurt.
There were some with broken leg^ and some with gored
sides ; there were some that had died, from what cause no
one could say ; and they were all to be disposed of, here
in darkness and silence. ^^ Downers,*' the men called
them ; and the packing-house had a special elevator upon
which they were raised to the killing-beds, where the gang
proceeded to handle them, with an air of businesslike
nonchalance which said plainer than any words that it was
a matter of everyday routine. It took a couple of hours
to get them out of the way, and in the ena Jurgis saw
them go into the chilling-rooms with the rest of the meat,
being carefully scattered here and there so that they could
not be identified. When he came home that night he was
in a very sombre mood, having begun to see at last how
those mi^ht be right who had knghed at him for his fisdtib
in America.
i
CHAPTER VI
JxTBGis and Ona were very much in loye; they had
waited a long time — it was now well into the second
year, and Jurgis judged everything by the criterion of its
helping or hindering their union. AU his thoughts were
there ; he accepted the family because it was a part of
Ona, and he was interested in the house because it was to
be Ona's home. Even the tricks and cruelties he saw at
Durham's had little meaning for him just then, save as
they might happen to affect his future with Ona.
The marriage would have been at once, if they had had
their way ; but this would mean that they would have t^
do without any wedding-feast, and when they suggested
this they came into conmct with the old people. To Teta
Elzbieta especially the venr suggestion was an afiSiction.
What I she woula cry. To be married on the roadside
like a parcel of beggars I No I No I — Elzbieta had some
traditions behind her; she had been a person of impor-
tance in her girlhood — had lived on a big estate and had
Bsrvants, and might have married well and been a lady,
but for the fact that there had been nine daughters and
no sons in the family. Even so, however, she knew what
was decent, and clung to her traditions with desperation.
They were not |^ing to lose all caste, even if they had
come to be unskilled laborers in Fackingtown; and that
Ona had even talked of omitting a vetelija was enough to
keep her stepmother Iving awake aU night. It was in
vain for them to say tnat they had so few friends ; they
were bound to have friends in time, and then the friends
would talk about it. They must not give up what was
right for a little money — if they did, the money would
never do them any good, they could depend upon that
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76 THE JUNGLE
And Elzbieta would call upon Dede Antanas to support
her ; there was a fear in the souls of these two, lest this
journey to a new country might somehow undermine the
old home virtues of their children. The very first Sunday
they had all been taken to mass ; and poor as they were,
Elzbieta had felt it advisable to invest a little of her re-
sources in a representation of the babe of Bethlehem, made
in plaster, and painted in brilliant colors. Though it was
only a foot high, there was a shrine with four snow-white
steeples, and the Virgin standing with her child in her
arms, and the kings and shepherds and wise men bowing
down before him. It had cost fifty cents; but Elzbieta
had a feeling that money spent for such things was not to
be counted too closely, it would come back in hidden ways.
The piece was beautiful on the parlor mantel, and one
could not have a home without some sort of ornament.
The cost of the wedding-feast would, of course be re-
turned to them; but the problem was to raise it even
temporarily. They had been in the neighborhood so
short a time that they could not get mucn credit, and
there was no one except Szedvilas from whom they could
borrow even a little. Evening after evening Jurgis and
Ona would sit and figure the expenses, calculating the
term of their separation. They could not possibly man-
age it decently for less than two hundred dollars, and
even though thev were welcome to count in the whole
of the earnings of Marija and Jonas, as a loan, they could
not hope to raise this sum in less than four or five months.
So Ona began thinking of seeking employment herself, sav*
ing that if she had even ordinarily good luck, she might be
able to take two months off the time. They were just
beginning to adjust themselves to this necessity, when
out of the clear sky there fell a thunderbolt upon them
•^a calamity that scattered all their hopes to the four
winds.
About a block away from them there lived another
Lithuanian family, consisting of an elderly widow and
one CTown son ; their name was Majauszkis, and our
ids stmck UD an acquaintance with them before l<Hig*
THE JXJ2TGLB 77
One evening they came over for a yicdt, and naturally the
first subject upon which the conversation turned was the
neighborhood and its history; and then Grandmother
Majauszkiene, as the old lady was called, proceeded to
recite to them a string of horrors that fairly froze their
blood. She was a wrinkled-up and wizened personage-—
she must have been eighty — and as she mumbled the grim
story through her toothless gums, she seemed a very old
witch to them. Grandmother Majauszkiene had lived in
the midst of misfortune so long that it had come to be her
element, and she talked about starvation, sickness, and death
as other people might about weddings and holidays.
The tlun? came gradually. In the first place as to the
house they had bought-, it was not new at all, as they had
supposed ; it was about fifteen years old, and there was
nothing new upon it but the paint, which was so bad that
it needed to be put on new every year or two. The house
was one of a whole row that was built by a company which
existed to make money by swindling Joor peSple^ The
family had paid fifteen hundred dollars for it, and it had
not cost the builders five hundred, when it was new —
Grandmother Majauszkiene knew that because her son
belonged to a political organization with a contractor who
put up exactly such houses. They used the very Aim*
siest and cheapest material ; they built the houses a dozen
at a time, and they cared about nothing at all except the
outside shine. The family could take ner word as to the
trouble they would have, for she had been through it all
—she and her son had bought their house in exactly the
same way. They had fooled the company, however, for
her son was a skilled man, who made as high as a hundred
dollars a month, and as he had had sense enough not to
marry, they had been able to pay for the house.
Grandmother Majauszkiene saw that her friends were
puzzled at this remark; they did not quite see how pav*
vug for the house was ^ fooling the companv.*' Evidently
tney were very inexperienced. Cheap as the houses were,
they were sold with the idea that the iieople who bought
them would not be aUe to pay for them. When t£ey
78 THE JUNGLE
failed — if it were only by a single month — they wool4
lose the house and all that they had paid on it, and then
the company would sell it over a^ain. And did they often
get a chance to do that? Dieve 7 (Grandmother Majaus-
zkiene raised her hands.) They did it — how often no
one could say, but certainly more than half of the time.
They might ask any one who knew anything at all about
Packingtown as to that; she had been living here ever
since this house was buUt, and she could tell them all
about it. And had it ever been sold before? Sunmilkief
Why, since it had been built, no less than four families that
their informant could name had tried to buy it and failed.
She would tell them a little about it.
The first family had been Germans. The &milies had
all been of different nationalities — there had been a repre-
sentative of several races that had displaced each other in
the stockyards. Grandmother Majauszkiene had come to
America with her son at a time when so far as she knew
there was only one other Lithuanian family in the district ;
the workers had all been Germans then — skilled cattie-
butchers that the packers had brought from abroad to
start the business. Aiterward, as cheaper labor had
come, these Germans hsMd moved away. The next were
the Irish — there had been six or eis^ht years when
Packingtown had been a reg^ar L*ish city. There were
a few colonies of them still here, enous^h to run all the
unions and the police force and get aU the graft; but
the most of those who were working in the packings
houses had gone away at the next drop in wages—
after the big strike. The Bohemians had come then, and
after them the Poles. People said that old man Durham
himself was responsible for these immigrations; he had
sworn that he would fix the people of Packingtown so
that they would never again call a strike on him, and so
he had sent his agents into every city and village in
Europe to spread the tale of the chances of work and
high wages at the stockyards. The people had come in
hordes ; and old Durham had squeezed tnem tighter and
tightert speeding them up And grinding them to pieoea.
THE JUNGLE 79
«id sending for new ones. The Poles, who had oome by
lens of thousands, had been driven to the wall by the
Lithuanians, and now the Lithuanians were giving way
to the Slovaks. Who there was poorer and more miser*
able than the Slovaks, Grandmother Majauszkiene had
no idea, but the packers would find them, never fear.
It was easy to bring them, for wages were really muoh
higlier, and it was only when it was too late tbat the
poor people found out that everjrthing else was higher
too. They were like rats in a trap, that was the truth ;
and more of them were piling in every day. By and by
they would have their revenge, though, for tne thing
was netting beyond human endurance, and the people
would rise and murder the packers. Grandmother
Majauszkiene was a socialist, or some such strange
thing; another son of hers was working in the mines
of Siberia, and the old lady herself had made speeches
in her time— -which made her seem all the more terrible
to her present auditors.
They called her back to the story of the house. The
German family had been a good sort. To be sure there
had been a great many of them, which was a common fail-
ing in PacKingtown; but they had worked hard, and the
father had been a steady man, and they had a good deal
more than half paid for the house. But he had been
killed in an elevator accident in Durham's.
Then there had come the Irish, and there had been lots
of them, too ; the husband drank and beat the children —
the neighbors could hear them shrieking any night. They
were behind with their rent all the time, but the company
was good to them ; there was some politics back of that.
Grandmother Majauszkiene could not say just what, but
the Laffertys had belonged to the "War Whoop League,**
which was a sort of political club of all the thugs and
rowdies in the district ; and if you belonged to that, you
could never be arrested for anytning. Once upon a time
old Lafferty had been caught with a gang that had stolen
cows from several of the poor people of the neighborhood
acd butchered them in an old shanty back of Uie yards
80 THE JUirOLft
and sold them. He had been in jail only three daja fof
it, and had come out laughing, and had not even lost his
place in the packing-house. He had gone aU to ruin with
the drink, however, and lost his power; one of his sons,
who was a good man, had kept him and the family up for
a year or two, but then he had got sick with consumption.
That was another thing. Grandmother Majauzskiene
interrupted herself — this house was unlucky. Every
family that lived in it, some one was sure to get con*
sumption. Nobody could tell why that was; there must
be something about a house, or Uie way it was built —
some folks said it was because the building had been
begun in the dark of the moon. There were dozens of
houses that way in Packingtown. Sometimes there would
be a particular room that you could point out — if any-
body slept in that room he was just as good as dead.
With this house it had been the Irish firsts and then a
Bohemian family had lost a child of it— -though, to be
sure, that was uncertain, since it was hard to tell what
was the matter with children who worked in the yards.
In those days there had been no law about the age of
children — the packers had worked all but the babies.
At this remark the family looked puzzled, and Grand-
mother Majauszkiene again had to make an explanation —
that it was against the law for children to work before
they were sixteen. What was the sense of that? they
asked. They had been thinking of letting little Stani-
slovas go to work. Well, there was no need to worry^
Grandmother Majauszkiene said — the law made no dififer*
ence except that it forced people to lie about the ages of
their children. One would like to know what the law*
makers expected them to do; there were families that had
no possible means of support except the children, and
the law provided them no other way of getting a living.
Very often a man could get no work in Packingtown for
months, while a child could go and get a place easily;
there was always some new machine, by which the packers
could get as much work out of a child as they had been able
to get out of a man, and for a third of the pay.
XHB JUirGLB 81
To oome back to the house again, it was the woman of
llie next family that had died. That was after ther had
been there nearly four years, and this woman had had
twins regularly every year — and there had been more
than you could count when they moved in. After she
died the man would go to work all day and leave them
to shift for themselves — the neighbors would help them
now and then, for they would almost freeze to death. At
the end there were three days that they were alone, be-
fore it was found out that the father was dead. He was
a ^ floorsman ** at Jones's, and a wounded steer had broken
loose and mashed him against a pillar. Then the children
had been taken away, and the company had sold the house
that very same week to a party of emigrants.
So this grim old woman went on with her tale of hor-
rors. How much of it was exaggeration-— who could
tell? It was only too plausible. There was tiiat about
consumption, for instance. They knew nothing about
consumption whatever, except that it made people cough $
and for two weeks they had been worrying about a cough-
ing-spell of Antanas. It seemed to shake him all over,
and it never stopped ; you could see a red stain wherever
he had spit upon the floor.
And yet all these things were as nothing to what came
a little later. They had begun to question the old lady
as to why one family had l^en unable to pay, trying to
show her by figures that it ought to have been possible ;
and Grandmother Majauszkiene had disputed their figures
«— *^You say twelve dollars a month; but that does not
include the interest.**
Then they stared at her. ** Interest 1 ^ they cried.
** Interest on the money you still owe,** she answered.
** But we don't have to pay any interest 1 ** they ex-
claimed, three or four at once. ^^ We only have to pay
twelve dollars each month."
And for this she laughed at them. ^ Ton are like all
the rest,** she said; **t£ey trick you and eat you alive.
They never sell the houses without interest Get youi
deed, and see.**
82 THE JITNOLIL
Then, with a horrible sinking of the heart, Teta Elzbieta
unlocked her bureaa and brought out the paper that had
already caused them 60 many agonies* Now they sat
minidt scarcely bi«atliiiig» while the old lady, who could
read English, ran over it. ^ Yes,'' she said, finally, *^ here
it is, of course: ^With interest thereon monthly, at the
rate of seven per c6nt per annum/ "
And there followed a dead silence. ^^ What does that
mean ? " asked Jiirgis finally, almost in a whisper.
**That means,*' replied the other, **that you have to
pay them seven dollars next month, as well as the twelve
dollars."
Then arain there was not a sound. It was sickening,
like a nightmare, in which suddenly something gives way
beneath you, and you feel yourself sinking, sinking, down
into bottomless abysses. As if in a flash of lightning thev
saw themselves — victims of a relentless fate, comereo,
trapped, in the grip of destruction. All the fair struc*
ture of their hopes came crashing about their ears. — And
all the time the old woman was going on talking.
They wished that she would be still ; her voice sounded
like the croaking of some dismal raven. Jurgis sat with
his hands clenched and beads of perspiration on his fore*
head, and there was a great lump in Ona's throat, choking
her. Then suddenly Teta Elzbieta broke t^e silence with
a wail, and Marija began to wring her hands and sob,
Mt.' Ai! Bedaman!''
All their outcry did them no good, of course. There
sat Grandmother Majauszkiene, unrelenting, typifyinc
fate. No, of course it was not fair, but then fairness had
nothing to do with it. And of course they had not known
it. They had not been intended to know it. But it was
in the deed, and that was all that was necessary, as they
would find when the time came«
Somehow or other they got rid of their guest, and then
they passed a night of lamentation. The children woke up
and round out that something was wrong, and they wailed
and would not be comforted. In the morning, oi coursOt
most of them had to go to work, the packing-houses would
THB JUNOLS 83
not ftop for their sorrows ; but by seren o'olook Ona and
her stepmother were standing at the door of the office of
the agent. Tes, he told them, when he came, it was quite
tme that they would have to pay interest. And then
Teta Elzbieta broke forth into protestations and reproachesi
so that the people outside stopped and peered in at the win*
dow. The agent was as bland as ever. He was deeply
pained, he said. He had not told them, simply because
ne had supposed they would understand that they had to
pay interest upon their debt, as a matter of course.
So they came away, and Ona went down to the yards,
and at noon-time saw Jurgis and told him. Jurgis took
it stolidly — he had made up his mind to it by this time.
It was part of fate ; they would manage it somehow —
he made his usual answer, ^I will work harder.*' It
would upset their plans for a time ; and it would perhaps
be necessary for Ona to get work after all. Then Ona
added that Teta Elzbieta had decided that little Stani*
slovas would have to work too. It was not fair to let
Jurgis and her support the family — the family would
have to help as it could. Previously Jurgis had scouted
this idea, but now knit his brows and nodded his head
slowly— yes, perhaps it would be be^t; they would all
have to make some sacrifices now.
So Ona set out that day to hunt for work ; and at night
Marija came home saying that she bad met a girl named
Jasaityte who had a friend^ that worked in one of the
wrapping-rooms in Brown's, and might get a place for
Ona there ; only the f orelady was the kind that takes
presents — it was no use for any one to ask her for a place
unless at the same time they slipped a ten-dollar bill into
her hand. Jurgis was not in the least surprised at this
now — he merely asked what the wages of the place would
be. So negotiations were opened, and after an interview
Oun came home and reported that the f orelady seemed to
like her, and had said that, while she was not sure, she
thought she might be able to put her at work sewing covers
on hams, a job at which she could earn as much as eight
or ten dollars a week. That was a bid« so Marija reported.
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after oonsulting her friend ; and then there was an anxiona
oonference at home. The work was done in one of the
cellars, and Jurgis did not want Ona to work in snch a
place ; but then it was easy work, and one could not have
everything. So in the end Ona, with a ten-dollar bill
burning a hole in her palm, had another interview with
the f orelady.
Meantime Teta Elzbieta had taken Stanislovas to the
priest and gotten a certificate to the effect that he was
two years older than he was ; and with it the little boy
now sallied forth to make his fortune in the world« It
chanced that Durham had just put in a wonderful new
lard-machine, and when the special policeman in front of
the time-station saw Stanislovas and his document, he
smiled to himself and told him to go— ^Czia t Czia I"
pointing. And so Stanislovas went down a long stone
corridor, and up a flight of stairs, which took him into a
room lighted by electricity, with the new machines fc
filling lard-cans at work in it. The lard was finished on
the floor above, and it came in little jets, like beautiful,
wriggling, snow-white snakes of unpleasant odor. There
were several kinds and sizes of jets, and after a certain
precise quantity had come out, each stopped automatically,
and the wonderful machine made a turn, and took the can
under another jet, and so on, until it was filled neatiy to
the brim, and pi-essed tightly, and smoothed off. To
attend to all this and fill several hundred cans of lard per
hour, there were necessary two human creatures, one of
whom knew how to place an empty lard-can on a certain
spot every few seconds, and the other of whom knew how
to take a full lard-can off a certain spot every few seconds
and set it upon a tray.
And so, after little Stanislovas had stood gazing timidly
about hhn for a few minutes, a man approached him, and
asked what he wanted, to which Stanislovas said, ^ Job.*'
Then the man said ^ How old ? *' and Stanislovas answered,
•*Sixtin." Once or twice every year a state inspector
would come wandering through the packing-plants, ask*
hig a ohild here and there how old ne was; and so the
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packers were rery oaref al to comply with the law, which
ocet them as much trouble as was now involved in the
boss's taking the document from the little boy, and glanc«
ing at it, and then sending it to the office to liie filed away.
Then he set some one else at a different job, and showed
the lad how to place a lard-can every time the empty arm
of the remorseless machine came to him ; and so was de-
cided the place in the universe of little Stanislovas, and
his destiny till the end of his days. Hour after hour, day
aft^r day, year after year, it was fated that he should
stand upon a certain square foot of floor from seven in the
morning until noon, and again from half-past twelve till
half-past five, making never a motion and thinking never
a thought, save for uie setting of lard-cans* In summer
the stench of the warm lard would be nauseating, and in
winter the cans would all but freeze to his naked little
fingers in the unheated cellar. Half the year it would be
dark as night when he went in to work, and dark as nic^ht
again when he came out, and so he would never know what
the sun looked like on week-days. And for this, at the end
of the week, he would carry home three dollars to his
family, bein^ his pay at the rate of five cents per hour —
just about his proper share of the total earmngs of the
million and thiee-quarters of children who are now en-
gaged in earning their livings in the United States.
And meantime, because they were young, and hope is
not to be stifled before its time, Jurgis and Ona were
a^ain calculating ; for they had discovered that the wages
of Stanislovas would a little more than pay the interest,
which left them just about as they had been before I It
would be but fair to them to say that the little boy was
ddighted with his work, and at the idea of earning a lot
of money ; and also that the two were vexy much in love
mtb eaon other.
CHAPTER Vn
All summer long the family toQed, and in the &I1
they had money enough for Jnrgis and Ona to be married
according to home traditions of decency. In the latter
part of November they hired a hall, and invited all their
new acquaintances, who came and left them over a hundred
dollars in debt.
It was a bitter and cruel experience, and it plunged
them into an agony of despair. Such a time, of bSi times,
for them to have it, when their hearts were made tender!
Such a pitiful beginning it was for their married life ;
they loved each other so, and they could not have the
briefest respite ! It was a time when everything cried
out to them that they ought to be happy ; when wonder
burned in their hearts, and leaped into flame at the slightr
est breath. They were shaken to the depths of them,
with the awe of love realized — and was it so very weak
of them that they cried out for a little peace ? They had
opened their hearts, like flowers to the springtime, and
^he merciless winter had fallen upon them. They won*
dered if ever any love that had blossomed in the world
had been so crushed and trampled I
Over them, relentless and savam, there cracked the
lash of want ; the morning after tne weddingp it sought
them as they slept, and drove them out before daybreak to
work. Ona was scarcely able to stand with exhaustion f
but if she were to lose her place they would be ruined, and
she would surely lose it if she were not on time that day.
They all had to go, even little Stanislovas, who was ill
from overindulgence in sausages and sarsaparilla. AU
that day he stood at his lard-machine, rocking unsteadily,
eyes closing in spite of him ; and he all but lost ma
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place eren 8a» for the foreman booted him twice to waken
nim.
It was folly a week before they were all normal agwit
and meantime, with whining children and cross adults,
the house was not a pleasant place to live in. Jurgis lost
his temper very little, however, all things considered* It
was because of Ona ; the least glance at her was always
enough to make him control himself. She was so sensi*
tive — she was not fitted for such a life as this; and a
hundred times a day, when he thought of her, he would
clench his hands and fling himself again at the task be«
fore him. She was too good for faim, he told himself,
and he was afraid, because she was his. So long he
had hungered to possess her, but now that the time had
come he knew that he had not earned the right; that
she trusted him so was all her own simple goodness, and
no virtue of his. But he was resolved that she should
never find this out, and so was always on the watch to
«ee ' that he did not betray any of his ugly self ; he
would take care even in little matters, such as his manners,
and his habit of swearing when things went wrong. The
tears came so easily into Ona*s eves, and she womd look
at him so appealin^^ly «— it kept Jurgis quite busy making
resolutions, in addition to all the other things he had on
his mind. It was true that more things were soing on at
this time in the mind of Jurgis than ever had in all his
life before.
He had to protect her, to do battle for her against the
horror he saw about thenu He was all that she had to
look to, and if he failed she would be lost ; he would wrap
lus arms about her, and try to hide her from the worl£
He had learned the ways of things about him now. It
was a war of each against all, and the devil take the hind-
most. Tou did not give feasts to other people, you waited
for them to give feasts to you. Tou went abput with
your soul full of suspicion and hatred ; you understood
that yoa were environed by hostile powers that were trying
to ^ your money, and who usea all the virtues to bait
their traps with. The storekeepers plastered up theif
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windows with all sorts of lies to entice yon } the very
fences by the wayside, the lamp-posts and telegraph-poles,
were pasted over with lies. The great corporation which
employed you lied to you, and lied to the whole country—-
from top to bottom it was nothing but one gigantic lie.
So Jurgis said that he understood it; and yet it was
really pitiful, for the struggle was so unfair — some had
so mucn the advantage I Here he was, for instance, vow-
ine upon his knees that he would save Ona from harm, and
omy a week later she was suffering atrociously, and from
the blow of an enemy that he could not possibly have
thwarted. There came a day when the rain fell in tor-
rents ; and it bein^ December, to be wet with it and have
to sit all day long m one of the cold cellars of Brown^s was
no laughing matter. Ona was a working-girl, and did not
own waterproofs and such things and so Jurg^ took her
and put her on the street-car. Now it chanced that this
car-lme was owned by gentlemen who were trying to make
monev. And the city having passed an ordinance requir-
ing them to give transfers, thev had fallen into a rage ;
and first they had made a rule that transfers could be had
only when the fare was paid ; and later, growing still uglier,
they had made another — that the passenger must ask for
the transfer, the conductor was not allowed to offer it.
Now Ona had been told that she was to get a transfer ; but
it was not her way to speak up, and so she merely waited,
following the conductor about with her eyes, wondering
when he would think of her. When at last the time came for
her to get out, she asked for the transfer, and was refused.
Not knowing what to make of this, she began to argue with
the conductor, in a language of which he did not under-
stand a word. After warning her several times, he pulled
the bell and the oar went on — at which Ona burst into
tears. At the next comer she got out, of course ; and as
she had no mere money, she had to walk the rest of the
way to the yards in the pouring rain. And so all day lone
she sat shivering, and came home at night with her teeth
chattering and pains in her head and back. For two weeks
Biterwaxa she suffered cruelly — and yet every day she
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bad to drag herself to her work. The forewoman was
especially severe with Ona, because she believed that she
was obstinate on account of having been refused a holiday
the day after her weddine. Ona had an idea that her
^ forelady ** did not like to have her g^rls marry — perhaps
because she was old and ugly and unmarried herself.
There were many such dangers, in which the odds were
all against them. Their chilobren were not as well as they
had been at home ; but how could thev know that there was
no sewer to their house, and that the drainage of fifteen
years was in a cesspool under it? How could they know
that the pale blue milk that they bought around the comer
was watered, and doctored with formaldehyde besides?
When the children were not well at home, Teta Ekbieta
would gather herbs and cure them ; now she was obliged
to go to the drug-store and buy extracts — and how was
she to know that they were all adulterated ? How could
they find out that their tea and coffee, their suear and flour,
had been doctored ; that their canned peas had been colored
with copper salts, and their fruit jams with aniline dyes?
And even if they had known it, wnat eood would it have
done them, since there was no place within miles of them
where any other sort was to be had? The bitter winter
was coming, and they had to save money to get more cloth-
ing and bMding | but it would not matter in the least how
much they saved, they could not get anything to keep
them warm. All the dothine that was to be Imd in the
stores was made of cotton and shoddy, which is made by
tearii^ old clothes to pieces and weaving the fibre ajtsan.
If they paid higher prices, they might eet frills and nmci-
neeSy or be cheated ; but genuine quality they could not
obtain for love nor money. A young friend of Szedvilas's,
lecently come from abroad, had become a clerk in a store
<m Ashland Avenue, and he narrated with glee a trick
that had been played upon an unsuspecting countryman
by bis boss. The customer had desured to purchase an
alarm-clock, and the boss had shown him two exactly simi*
lar, telling him that the price of one was a dollar and of
(be otbar a dollar seventy^flve. Upon being aaiked what
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the difference was, the man had woond up the first halfi
way and the second all the way, and showed the customer
how the latter made twice as much noise ; upon which the
oustomer remarked that he was a sound sleeper, and had
better take the more expensive clock I
'rhere is a poet who sings that
. ^MM. . • A • a
« Deeper their heart grows and nobler their bearings
Whose youth in the fires of anguish hath died***
But it is not likely that he had reference to the kind of an*
guish that comes with destitution, that is so endlessly bittei
and cruel, and yet so sordid and petty, so uely* so humiliat-
ing — unredeemed by the slightest touch of mgnity or even
of pathos. It is a kind of anguish that poets have not
commonly dealt with ; its very words are not admitted into
the vocabulary of poets — the details of it cannot be told
in polite society at all. How, for instance, could any one
expect to excite sympathy amon^ lovers of good literature
by telling how a family found Uieir home alive with ver^
min, and of all the suffering and inconvenience and hu«
miliation they were put to, and the hard-earned money
they spent, in efforts to get rid of them? After long hesi*
tation and uncertainty they paid twenty-five cents for a
big package of insect-powder — a patent preparation which
clmnced to be ninety •five per cent g3rpsum, a harmless earth
which had cost about two cents to prepare. Of course it
had not the least effect, except upon a few roaches which
had the misfortune to drink water after eating it, and so
ot their inwards set in a coating of plaster of raris. The
amily, having no idea of this, and no more money to throw
away, had nothing^ to do but give up and submit to ona
more misery for the rest of their days.
Then there was old Antanas. The winter came, and
the place where he worked was a dark, unheated cellar«
where you oould see your breath all day, and where your
fingers sometimes tried to freeze. So the old man's cough
new every day worse, until there came a time when it
hardly ever stopped, and he had become a nuisance about
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the place. Then, too, a still more dreadful thing hap-
pened to him ; he worked in a place where his feet were
soaked in chemicals, and it was not long before they had
eaten through his new boots. Then sores began to break
out on his *^t, and grow worse and worse. Whether it
was that his blood was bad, or there had been a cut, he
could not say ; but he asked the men about it, and learned
that it was a regular thing — it was the saltpetre. Every
one felt it, sooner or later, and then it was all up with him^
at least for that sort of work. The sores would never
heal — in the end his toes would drop off, if he did not
5[uit. Tet old Antanas would not quit ; he saw the suf •
ering of his family, and he remembered what it had cost
him to get a job. So he tied up his feet, and went on
limping about and coughing, until at last he fell to pieces,
all at once and in a heap, like the One-Horse Shay.
They carried him to a dry place and laid him on the floor,
and that night two of the men helped him home. The
poor old man was put to bed, and though he tried it every
morning until the end, he never could get up again. He
would lie there and cough and cough, day and night,
wasting away to a mere skeleton. There came a time
when were was so little flesh on him that the bones began
to poke through — which was a horrible thing to see or
even to think of. And one night he had a choking fit,
and a little river of blood came out of his mouth. The
family, wild with terror, sent for a doctor, and paid half
a dollar to be told that there was nothing to be done.
Mercifully the doctor did not say this so that the old man
oould hear, for he was still cUnging to the faith thai
to-morrow or next day he would be better, and could go
back to his job. The company had sent word to him thai
they would keep it for him — or rather Jurg^s had bribed
one of the men to come one Sunday afternoon and say
they had. Dede Antanas continued to believe it, while
three more hemorrhages came; and then at last one mom*
iw tiiey found him stiff and cold. Things were not
iromg weU with them then, and though it nearly broke
Teta Ekbieta*s h^trt, they were forced to dispense with
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nearly all the decencies of a funeral; they had only a
hearse, and one hack for the women and children; and
Jurgis, who was learning things fast, spent all Sunday
making a bargain for these, and he made it in the pres-
ence of witnesses, so that when the man tried to charge
him for all sorts of incidentals, he did not have to pay.
For twenty-five years old Antanas Rudkus and his son
had dwelt in the forest together, and it was hard to part
in this way ; perhaps it was just as well that Jurgis nad
to give all his attention to the task of having a funeral
without being bankrupted, and so had no time to indulge
in memories and grief.
Now the dreadful winter was come upon them. In the
forests, all summer long, the branches of the trees do
battle for light, and some of them lose and die; and
then come the raging blasts, and the storms of snow and
hail, and strew the ^ound with these weaker branches.
Just so it was in Packingtown ; the whole district braced
itself for the struggle that was an agony, and those whose
time was come died off in hordes. All the year round
they had been serving as cogs in the great packing-
machine ; and now was the time for the renovating of
it, and the replacing of damaged parts. There came
pneumonia and grippe, stalking among them, seeking
for weakened constitutions; there was the annual har-
vest of those whom tuberculosis had been dragging down.
There came cruel, cold, and biting winds, and blizzards of
snow, all testing relentlessly for failing muscles and im-
poverished blood. Sooner or later came the day when
the unfit one did not report for work ; and then, with no
time lost in waiting, and no inquiries or regrets, there
was a chance for a new hand.
The new hands were here by the thousands. All day
long the gates of the packing-houses were besieged by
starving and penniless men ; they came, literally, oy the
thousands every single morning, fighting with each other
for a chance for life. Blizzards and cold made no differ-
ence to them, they were always on hand ; they were on
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hand two hours before the sun rose, an hour before the
work began. Sometimes their faces froze, sometimes their
feet and their hands; sometimes they froze all together —
but still they came, for they had no other place to go.
One day Durham advertised in the paper for two hundred
men to cut ice ; and all that day tne homeless and starv*
ing of the cit^ came trudging through the snow from all
over its two hundred square miles. That night forty
score of them crowded into the station-house of the stock*
yards district — they filled the rooms, sleeping in each
other's laps, toboggan-fashion, and they piled on top of
each other in the corridors^ till the police shut the doors .
and left some to freeze outside. On the morrow, before
daybreak, there were three thousand at Durham's, and
the police-reserves had to be sent for to quell the riot.
Then Durham's bosses picked out twenty of the biggest;
the ^two hundred" proved to have been a printer's
error.
Four or five miles to the eastward lay the lake, and
over this the bitter winds came raging. Sometimes the
thermometer would fall to ten or twenty degrees below
zero at night, and in the morning the streets would be
piled with snowdrifts up to the first-floor windows. The
streets through which our friends had to go to their work
were all unpaved and full of deep holes and gullies ; in
summer, when it rained hard, a man might have to wade
to his waist to get to his house; and now in winter it
was no joke getting through these places, before light
in the morning and after dark at night. They would
wrap up in all they owned, but they could not wrap up
against exhaustion ; and many a man gave out in these
battles with the snowdrifts, and lay down and fell
asleep.
And if it was bad for the men, one may imagine how
the women and children fared. Some would ride in the
cars, if the cars were running ; but when you are making
only five cents an hour, as was little Stanislovas, you do
not like to spend that much to ride two miles. The chil-
dren would come to the yards with great shawls about
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their ears, and so tied up that you could hardly find them
— and still there would be accidents. One bitter morn-
ing in February the little boy who worked at the lard-
machine with Stanislovas came about an hour late, and
screaming with pain. They unwrapped him, and a man
began vigorously rubbing his ears ; and as they were
frozen st&, it took only two or three rubs to break them
short off. As a result of this, little Stanislovas conceived
a terror of the cold that was almost a mania. Every
morning, when it came time to start for the yards, he
would l)egin to cry and protest. Nobody knew quite
how to manage him, for threats did no good — it seemed
to be something that he could not control, and they feared
sometimes that he would go into convulsions. In the end
it had to be arranged that he always went with Jurgis,
and came home with him again; and often, when the
snow was deep, the man would carrv him the whole way
on his shoulders. Sometimes Jurgis would be working
until late at night, and then it was pitiful, for there was
no place for the little fellow to wait, save in the doorways
or in a comer of the killing-beds, and he would all but
fall asleep there, and freeze to death.
There was no heat upon the killing-beds; the men
might exactly as well have worked out of doors all
winter. For that matter, there was very little heat
anywhere in the building, except in the cooking-rooms
and such places — and it was the men who worked in
these who ran the most risk of all, because whenever
they had to pass to another room thev had to go through
ice-cold corridors, and sometimes with nothing on above
the waist except a sleeveless undershirt. On the killing-
beds you were apt to be covered with blood, and it would
freeze solid; if you leaned against a pillar, you would
freeze to that, and if you put your hand upon the blade
of your knife, you would run a chance of leaving your
skin on it. The men would tie up their feet in news-
papers and old sacks, and these would be soaked in blood
and frozen, and then soaked again, and so on, until by
night-time a man would be walking on great lumps the
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size of the feet of an elephant. Now and then, when the
bosses were not looking, you would see them plunging
their feet and ankles into the steaming hot carcass of the
steer, or darting across the room to the hot-water jets.
The cruelest thing of all was that nearly all of them — all
of those who used knives — were unable to wear gloves,
and their arms would be white with frost and their hands
would grow numb, and then of course there would be
accidents. Also the air would be full of steam, from the
hot water and the hot blood, so that you could not see
five feet before you ; and then, with men rushing about
at the speed they kept up on the killing-beds, and all with
butcher-knives, like razors, in their hands — well, it was
to be counted as a wonder that there were not more men
slanghtered than cattle.
A^d yet all this inconvenience they might have put up
with, if only it bed not been for one thing — if only there
had been some place where they might eat. Jurgis had
either to eat his dinner amid the stench in which he had
worked, or else to rush, as did all his companions, to
any one of the hundreds of liquor stores which stretched
out their arms to him. To the west of the yards ran Ash-
land Avenue, and here was an unbroken line of saloons — -
•* Whiskey Row," they called it ; to the north was Forty-
seventh Street, where there were half a dozen to the block,
and at the angle of the two was *^ Whiskey Point," a space
of fifteen or twenty acres, and containing one glue-factory
and about two hundred saloons.
One might walk among these and take his choice :
^ Hot pea-soup and boiled cabbage to-day." *^ Sauer-
kraut and hot frankfurters. Walk in." ^ Bean-soup and
stewed lamb. Welcome." All of these things were
printed in many languages, as were also the names of the
resorts, which were infinite in their variety and appeal.
There was the ♦* Home Circle " and the ♦* Cosey Comer " ;
there were ** Firesides " and •* Hearthstones" and *• Pleas*
nre Palaces " and " Wonderlands " and " Dream Castles *•
and *• Lovers Delights." Whatever else they were called,
they were sure to oe called ^ Union Headquarters," and te
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hold out a welcome to workingmen | and there was always
a warm stove, and a chair near it, and some friends to laugh
and talk with. There was only one condition attached,*-
you must drink. If you went in not intending to drink,
you would be put out in no time, and if you were slow
about going, uke as not you would ^et your head split
open with a beer-bottle in the bargam. But all of the
men understood the convention and drank ; they believed
that by it they were getting something for nothing — for
they did not need to take more than one drink, and upon the
strength of it they might fill themselves up with a good hot
dinner. This did not always work out in practice, how*
ever, for there was pretty sure to be a friend who would
treat you, and then vou would have to treat him. Then
some one else would come in — and, anyhow, a few drinks
were eood for a man who worked hard. As he went back
he dia not shiver so, he had more courage for his task ;
the deadly brutalizing monotony of it did not afOict him
so, — he had ideas while he worked, and took a more cheer*
ful view of his circumstances. On the way home, however,
the shivering was apt to come on him again ; and so he
would have to stop once or twice to warm up against the
cruel cold. As there were hot things to eat in mis saloon
too, he might get home late to his supper, or he might not
set home at all. And then his wife might set out to look
for him, and she too would feel the cold ; and perhaps she
would have some of the children with her — and so a
whole family would drift into drinking, as the current of
a river drifts down-stream. As if to complete the chain,
the packers all paid their men in checks, refusing all re*
quests to pay in coin ; and where in Packingtown could a
man go to have his check cashed but to a saloon, where
he could pay for the favor by spending a part of the
money ?
From all of these things Jurgis was saved because of
Ona. He never would take but the one drink at noon*
time ; and so he got the reputation of being a surly
fellow, and was not quite welcome at the saloons, and had
to drift about from one to another. Then at nigkt he
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would go straight home, helping Ona and Stanislovas, or
often putting the former on a car. And when he got
home perhaps he would have to trudge several blocks, and
come staggering back through the snowdrifts with a hs^g
of coal upon his shoulder. Home was not a very attrac-
tive place — at least not this winter* They had only been
able to buy one stove, and this was a small one, and
proved not big enous^h to warm even the kitchen in the
bitterest weather. This made it hard for Teta Elzbieta all
day, and for the children when they could not get to
Bcnool. At night they would sit huddled round this
stove, while they ate their supper off their laps ; and then
Jurgis and Jonas would smoke a pipe, after which they
womd all crawl into their beds to get warm, after putting
out the fire to save the coal. Then they would have some
frightful experiences with the cold. They would sleep
with all their clothes on, including their overcoats, and
put over them all the bedding and spare clothing they
owned ; the children would lueep all crowded into one
bed, and yet even so they could not keep warm. The
outside ones would be shivering and sobbing, crawling
over the others and trying to get down into the centre,
and causing a fight. This old house with the leaky
weather-boards was a very different thing from their
cabins at home, with great thick walls plastered inside
and outside with mud ; and the cold which came upon
them was a living thing, a demon-presence in the room.
They would waken in the midnight hours, when every-
thing was black ; perhaps they would hear it yelling out*
aide, or perhaps there would be deathlike stillness -^^ and
that would be worse yet. They could feel the cold as it
crept in through the cracks, reaching out for them with its
icy, death-dealing fingers; and they would crouch and
cower, and try to nide from it, all in vain. It would come,
and it would come ; a grisly thing, a spectre bom in the
black caverns of terror ; a power primeval, cosmic, shadow-
ing the tortures of the lost souls flung out to chaos
and destruction. It was cruel, iron-hard ; and hour after
hour they would cringe in its grasp, alone, alone. There
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would be no one to hear them if they cried out ; there
would be no help, no mercy. And bo on until morning-^
when they would go out to another day of toil, a little
weaker, a little nearer to the time when it would be their
turn to be shaken from the tree.
CHAPTEE Vin
Yet even by this deadly winter the germ of hope was
not to be kept from sprouting in their hearts. It was jnst
at this time that the great adventure befell Marija.
The victim was Tamoszius Kuszleika, who plaved the
violin. Everybody laughed at them, for Tamoszius was
peUU and fraUy and Marija could have picked him up and
carried him off imder one arm. But perhaps that was
why she fascinated him; the sheer volume of Marija'e
energy was overwhehning. That first night at the wed-
ding Tomoszius had hardly taken his eyes ofF her; and
later on, when he came to find that she had really the
heart of a baby, her voice and her violence ceased to ter-
rify him, and he got the habit of coming to pay her visits
on Sunday afternoons. There was no place to entertain
company except in the kitchen, in the midst of the family,
and Tamoszius would sit there with his hat between his
knees, never saying more than half a dozen words at a
time, and turning red in the face before he managed to
say those: until finally Jurgis would dap him upon the
back, in his heartv way, crying, "Come now, brother, give
UB a tune.'' And then Tamoszius's face would li^ht up
and he would get out his fiddle, tuck it imder his chin, and
play. And forthwith the soul of him would flame up and
oecome eloquent — it was almost an impropriety, for all the
while his gaze would be fixed upon Marija's face until she
would begin to turn red and lower her eyes. There was no
resisting the music of Tamoszius, however; even the chil-
dren would sit awed and wondering, and the tears would
run down Teta Elzbieta's cheeks. A wonderful privilege
it was to be thus admitted into the soul of a man of genius,
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to be allowed to share the ecstasies and the agonies of his
inmost life.
Then there were other benefits accruing to Marija from
this friendship — benefits of a more substantial nature.
People paid Tamoszius big money to come and make
music on state occasions ; and also they would invite him
to parties and festivals, knowing well that he was too
food-natured to come without his fiddle, and that having
rought it, he could be made to play while others danced.
Once he made bold to ask Marija to accompany him to
such a party, and Marija accepted, to his great delieht —
after which he never went anvwhere without her, while if
the celebration were given oy friends of his, he would
invite the rest of the family also. In any case Marija
would bring back a huge pocketful of cakes and sandwiches
for the chudren, and stories of all the good things she
herself had managed to consume. She was compelled, at
these parties, to spend most of her time at the refreshment
table, for she could not dance with anybody except other
women and very old men ; Tamoszius was of an excitable
temperament, and afflicted with a frantic jealousy, and any
unmarried man who ventured to put his arm about the
ample waist of Marija would be certain to throw the
orchestra out of tune.
It was a great help to a person who had to toil all the
week to be able to look forward to some such relaxation as
this on Saturday nights. The family were too poor and too
hard worked to make many acquaintances; in Packing-
town, as a rule, people know only their near neighbors and
shopmates, and so the place is like a myriad of little country
villages. But now there was a member of the family who
was permitted to travel and widen her horizon ; and so
each week there would be new personalities to talk about,
—-how so-and-so was dressed, and where she worked, and
what she got, and whom she was in love with ; and how
this man had jilted his girl, and how she had quarrelled
with the other girl, and what had passed between them;
and how another man beat his wife, and spent all bef
eaminga npoo drink, and pawned her very clothes Some
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people would have scorned this talk as gossip $ tmt then
one has to talk about what one knows.
It was one Saturday night, as they were coming home
from a wedding, that Tamoszius found courage, and set
down his violin-case in the street and spoke his heart ; and
then Marija clasped him in her arms* She told them all
about it tne next day, and fairly cried with happiness,
for she said that Tamoszius was a lovely man. After
that he no longer made love to her with his fiddle, but
they would sit for hours in the kitchen, blissfully happy
in each other's arms ; it was the tacit convention of the
family to know nothing of what was going on in that
comer.
They were planning to be married in the spring, and
have the garret of the house fixed up, and live there.
Tamoszius made good wages; and little by little the
family were paying back their debt to Marija, so she
ought soon to have enough to start life upon — only, with
her preposterous soft-heartedness, she would insist upon
spending a good part of her money every week for things
which she saw they needed, Marija was really the capi-
talist of the party, for she had tiecome an expert can-
painter by this time — she was getting fourteen cents for
every hundred and ten cans, and she could paint more
than two cans every minute. Marija felt, so to speak, that
she had her hand on the throttle, and the neighborhood
was vocal with her rejoicings.
Tet her friends would snkke their huads and tell her to
go slow ; one could not count upon such good fortune for-
ever — tiiere were accidents that always happened. But
Marija was not to be prevailed upon, and went on planning
and dreaming of all the treasures she was goine to have
for her home; and so, when the crash did come, ner grief
was painful to see.
For her canning-factory shut down t Marija would
about as soon have expected to see the sun shut down —
the huge establishment had been to her a thing akin to
*bB planets and the seasons. But now it was shut I And
^ey had not given her any explanation, they had not eveo
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given her a day's warning; they had simply posted a
notice one Saturday that all hands would be paid off that
afternoon, and would not resume work for at least a
month I And that was all that there was to it — her job
was gone I
It was the holiday rush that was over, the girls said in
answer to Marija's inquiries ; after that there was always
a slack. Sometimes the factory would start up on half*
time after a while, but there was no telling — it had been
known to stay closed until way into the summer* The
prospects were bad at present, for truckmen who worked
in the store-rooms said that these were piled up to the ceil-
ings, so that the firm could not have found room for an*
other week's output of cans. And they had turned off
three-quarters of these men, which was a still worse sign,
since it meant that there were no orders to be filled. It
was all a swindle, can-painting, said the girls — you were
crazy with delight because you were making twelve or
fourteen dollars a week, ana saving half of it ; but you
had to spend it all keeping alive while you were out, and
00 your pay was really only half what you thought.
Marija came home, and because she was a person who
could not rest without danger of explosion, they first had
a great house-cleaning, and then she set out to search
Packingtown for a job to fill up the gap. As nearly aU
the canning-establishments were shut down, and all the
firls hunting work, it will be readily understood that
[arija did not find any. Then she took to trying thti
stores and saloons, and when this failed she even travelled
over into the far-distant regions near the lake front, where
lived the rich people in great palaces, and begged there
for some sort of work that could be done by a person who
did not know English.
The men upon the killing-beds felt also the effects of
the slump which had turned Marija out ; but they felt it ip
a different way, and a way which made Jurgis understand
at last all their bitterness. The big packers did not turn
their hands off and close down, like t!he canning-faotories)
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bat they began to mn for shorter and shorter hours.
They had always required the men to be on the killing-
beds and ready for work at seven o'clock, although there
was almost never any work to be done till the buyers
out in the yards had gotten to work, and some cattle had
eome over the chutes. That would often be ten or eleven
o'clock, which was bad enough, in all conscience ; but now,
in the slack season, they would perhaps not have a thing
for their men to do tUl late in the afternoon. And so
they would have to loaf around, in a place where the
thermometer might be twenty deg^es oelow zero I At
first one would see them running about, or skylarking
with each other, trying to keep warm ; but before the day
was over they would become quite chilled through and
exhausted, and, when the cattle finally came, so near frozen
that to move was an agony. And then suddenly the place
would spring into activity, and the merciless ^^ speeding-
up" would begin I
There were weeks at a time when Jurgis went home
after such a day as this with not more tbein two hours'
work to his credit — which meant about thirty-five cents.
There were many days when the total was less than half
an hour, and ouiers when there was none at all. The
feneral average was six hours a day, which meant for
ur^ about six dollars a week ; and this six hours of
worK would be done after standing on the killing-bed till
one o'clock, or perhaps even three or four o'clock, in the
afternoon. like as not there would come a rush of cattle
at the very end of the day, which the men would have to
dispose of before they went home, often working by
electric light till nine or ten, or even twelve or one o'clock,
and without a single instant for a bite of supper. The
men were at the mercv of the cattle. Perhaps the buyers
would be holding off for better prices — if they could scare
the shippers into thinking that they meant to buy nothing
lliat day, they could get their own terms. For some
BBason the cost of fodder for cattle in the yards was much
above the market price — and you were not allowed to
bring your own fodder I Then, too, a number of cars were
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apt to arrive late in the day, now that &e roads wen
blocked with snow, and the packers would buy their
cattle that night, to get them cheaper, and then would
come into play their iron«clad rule, tnat all cattle must bo
killed the same day they were bought. There was no use
kicking about this— -tliere had been one delegation after
another to see the packers about it, only to be told that it was
the rule, and that there was not the slightest chance of
its ever being altered. And so on Christmas Eve Jurgis
worked till nearly one o*clock in the morning, and on
Christmas Day he was on the killing-bed at seven o'clock.
Ail Ihis was bad ; and yet it was not the worst. For
after all the hard work a man did, he was paid for only
part of it. Jurgis had once been among those who scoffed
at the idea of these huge concerns cheating ; and so now he
could appreciate the bitter ironv of the fact that it was
precisely their size which enabled them to do it with
impunity. One of the rules on the killing-becLs was that a
mi^whowasoQa minute late vas docked an hour; and
this was economical, for he was made to work the bsJance
of the hour— he was not allowed to stand round and
wait. And on the other hand if he came ahead of time he
got no pay for that ^-though often the bosses would start
up the gang ten or fifteen minutes before the whistle.
And this same custom they carried over to the end of the
day; they did not pay for anv fraction of an hour— for
^broken time.** A man mimt work full fifty minutes,
but if there was no work to ml out the hour, there was no
pay for him. Thus the end of 9very da^r was a sort oi
lottery — a struggle, all but breaking into open war
between the bosses and the men, the former trying to
rush a job throu&^h and the latter trying to stretch it out.
inrgiB blamed the bosses for this, though the truth to bo
tola it was not always th^r fault; for the packers kept
them frightened for their lives — and when one was m
danger of falling behind the standard, what was easier
than to catch tip bv making the gang work awhile ^fof
the church*'? This was a savage witticism the men
had, which Jurgis had to have explained to hinu OI4
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man Jones was great on missions and snoh things, and so
whenever they were doing some particularly disreputable
jobf the men would wink at each other and say, ^Now
we^re working for the ohurch t **
One of the consequences of all these tilings was that
Jxxms was no long^er ^rnlexed when he heard men talk
of fighting for their rights. He felt like &;hting now
himself; and when the Irish delegate of the butcher*
helpers* union came to him a second time, he received him
in a far different spirit. A wonderful idea it now seemed
to Jorgis, this of the men— that by combining they
might he able to make a stand and conquer the packers t
Jurgis wondered who had first thought of it ; and when
he was told that it was a common tmng for men to do in
America, he got the first inkling of a meaning in the
phrase ^ a free country.** The delegate explained to him
now it depended upon their being able to get every man
to join and stand b^ the organization, and so Jurgis sig^
nified that he was willing to do his share. Before another
month was by, all the working members of his fiunily had
onion cards, and wore their union buttons conspicuously
and with pride. For fully a week they were quite bliss*
folly happy, tliinking that belonging to a onion meant an
end of all their troubles.
But only ten days after she had joined, Marija*s canning*
factory closed down, and that blow quite staggered them.
They could not understand why the union nad not pre-
Tented it, and the very first time she attended a meeting
Marija got up and inade a speech about it. It was a
business meeting, and was transacted in English, but
that made no difference to Marija ; she said what was in
her, and aU the pounding of the chairman*s gavel and all
the uproar and confusion in the room could not prevaiL
Quite apart from her own troubles she was boiling over
idth a general sense of the injustice of it, and she told
what she thought of the packers, and what she thought
of a world where such things were allowed to happen |
and then, while the echoes of the haU rang with the shock
of her terriUd voioe, she sat down again and fanned her-
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■elf, tind the meeting gathered itself together and pHv
oeeded to discuss the election of a recording secretary.
Jorgis too had an adventure the first time be attended
a union meetings but it was not of his own seeking.
Jurgis had gone with the desire to get into an inconspic-
uous comer and see what was done ; but this attitude of
silent and open-eyed attention luxl marked him out for a
victinu Tommy Finnegan was a little Irishman^ with
big staring eyes and a wild aspect, a ** bolster ^ by trade»
and badly cracked* Somewhere back in the far-distant
past Tommy Finnegan had had a strange experiencei and
the burden of it rested upon him* All the balance of his
life he had done nothing but try to make it understood*
When he talked he caught his victim by the buttonholei
and his face kept coming closer and closer —- which was
trving, because his teeth were so bad. Jurgis did not
mmd tiiat, only he was frightened. The methra of opera*
tion of the higner intelligences was Tom Finnegan^s theme,
and he desired to find out if Jurgb had ever considered
that the representation of things m their present similar-
ity might be idtogether unintelligible upon a more elevated
plane. There were assuredly wonderrul mysteries about
the developingof these things ; and then, becoming coii>
fidential, Mr. Finnegan proceeded to tell of some mscov*
eries of his own. ^ If ye have iver had onything to do
wid shperrits,** said he, and looked inquiringly at Jurgis,
who kept shaking his head. ^ Niver mind, niver mind,**
continued the ower, *^but their infiuences may be oper>
atin* upon ye ; it^s shure as Vm tellin' ye, it*s them that
has the reference to the immejit surroundings that has the
most of power. It was voucnsafed to me in me youthful
days to be acqmunted widi shperrits** — and so Tommy
Finnegan went on, expounding a system^ of philosophyt
while the perspiration came out on Jurgis*s forehead, so
great was his agitation and embarrassment. In the end
one of the men, seeing his plight, came over and rescued
him; but it was some time ben>re he was able to find any
one to explain things to him, and meanwhile his fear lert
the strange little Irishman should get him cornered again
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tnm enough to keep him dodging aboat the room the
whole evening.
He never missed a meeting, however. He had picked
up a few words of English by this time, and friends would
help him to understand. They were often very turbulent
meetings, with half a dozen men declaiming at once, in
as many dialects of English ; but the speakers were all
desperately in earnest, and Jurgis was in earnest too, for
he understood that a fight was on, and that it was his
fight. Since the time of his disillusionment, Jurgis had
sworn to trust no man, except in his own family; but
here he discovered that he had brothers in affliction, and
allies. Their one chance for life was in union, and so
the struggle became a kind of crusade. Jurgis had al*
wavs been a member of the church, because it was the
right thing to be, but the church had never touched him,
he left all that for the women. Here, however, was a
new religion — one that did touch him, that took hold of
every fibre of him ; and with all the zeal and fury of a
convert he went out as a missionary. There were many
non-union men among the Lithuanians, and with these
he would labor and wrestle in prayer, trying to show
them the right. Sometimes they would be obstinate and
refuse to see it, and Jurgis, alas, was not always patient I
He iorgot how he himself had been blind, a short time
ago — after the fashion of all crusaders since the original
ones, who set out to spread the gospel of Brotherho(^ by
force of arma.
CHAPTER IX
Okb of the first consequences of the discoveiy of the
onion was that Jurgis became desirous of learning English.
He wanted to know what was going on at the meetings,
and to be able to take part in them ; and so he began to
look about him, and to try to pick up words. The chil-
dren, who were at school, and leamin^^ fast, would teach
him a few ; and a friend loaned him a Uttle book that had
some in it, and Ona would read them to him. Then Jurgis
became sorry that he could not read himself ; and later on
in the winter, when some one told him that there was a
night-school that was free, he went and enrolled* After
that, every evening that he got home from the yards in
time, he would go to the school ; he would go even if he
were in time for onlv half an hour. They were teachine
him both to read ana to speak English -— and thev would
have taught him other things, if only he had had a little
time.
Also the union made another great difference with him
—it made him begin to pay attention to the country. It
was the beginning of democracy with him. It was a little
state, the union, a miniature republic ; its affairs were evory
man's affairs, and every man had a real say about them.
In other words, in the union Jurgis learned to talk politics.
In the place where he had come from there had not been
any politics — in Russia one thought of the government
as an afiSiction like the lightning and the hau* ^ Duck,
litUe brother, duck,** the wise old peasants would whisper ;
** everything passes away.** And when Jurgis had first
oome to America he had supposed that it was the same.
He had heard people say that it was a free country — bok
vrbat did that mean? He found that here, preoisely as in
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Boflsia, ^kmte were rich men who owned everything; and
if one coold not find any work, was not the hanger he
began to feel the same sort of hunger?
When Jurgis had been working about three weeks at
Brown% there had come to him one noon-time a man who
was employed as a night-watchman, and who asked him if
he would not like to take out naturalization papers and be*
come a citizen, Jursps did not know what that meanti
but the man expliuned the advantaffes. In the first placeu
it would not cost him anything, ana it would get him half
a day off, with his pay just thosame; and then when elec*
tion time came he would be able to vote *— and there was
something in that. Jurgis was naturally glad to accept,
and so tm night-watchman said a few woras to the boss,
and he was excused for the rest of the day. When, later
on, he wanted a holiday to get married he could not get
it; and as for a holiday wiw pay just the same-* what
power had wrought that miracle neayen only knew t How*
ever, he went with the man, who picked up several other
newly landed imnugrants, Poles, Lithuanians, and Slovaks,
and took them all outside, where stood a great four-horse
tally-ho coach, with fifteen or twenty men already in it*
It was a fine chance to see the sights of the city, and the
party had a merry time, with plenty of boer handed up
from inside. So they drove down-town and stopped before
an impodng granite building, in which they mterviewed
an official, who had the papers all ready, with only the
names to be filled in. So each man in turn took an oath
of which he did not understand a word, and then was pre-
sented with a handsome ornamented document with a oiff
red seal and the shield of the United States upon it, and
was told that he had become a citizen of the Republic and
the equal of the President himself.
A month or two later Jurgis had another interview with
this same man, who told him where to go to ^ register.**
And then finally, when election day came, the packing-
bouses posted a notice that men who desired to vote might
remain away until nine that morning, and the same ni^t-
watohman took Jurgis and the rest of his flock into the
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back room of a saloon, and showed each of them where
and how to mark a ballot, and then gave each two dollars,
and took them to the polling place, where there was a
policeman on duty especially to see that they got through
all right* Jurgis felt quite proud of this good luck till
he got home and met Jonas, who had taken the leader
aside and whispered to him, offering to vote three times
for four dollars, which offer bad been accepted*
And now in the union Jurgis met men who explained
all this mystery to him; and he learned that America
differed from Russia in that its government existed under
the form of a democracy* The officials who ruled it, and
got all the graft, had to be elected first ; and so there were
two rival sets of grafters, known as political parties, and
the one got the office which bought the most votes. Now
and then the election was very close, and that was the
time the poor man came in* In the stockyards this was
only in national and state elections, for in local elections
the democratic party always carried everything* The
ruler of the district was therefore the democratic boss,
a little Irishman named Mike Scully* Scullv held an
important party office in the state, and bossed even the
mayor of the city, it was said ; it was his boast that he
carried the stockyards in his pocket* He was an enor-
mously rich man — he had a hand in all the big graft in
the neighborhood. It was Scully, for instance, who owned
that dump which Jurgis and Ona had seen the first day
of their arrival* Not only did he own the dump, but he
owned the brick-factory as well ; and first he took out the
clay and made it into bricks, and then he had the city
bring garbage to fill up the hole, so that he could build
houses to sell to the people* Then, too, he sold the bricks
to the city, at his own price, and the city came and got
them in ite own wagons. And also he owned the ower
hole near by, where the stagnant water was ; and it was
he who cut the ice and sold it ; and what was more, if the
men told truth, he had not had to pay any taxes for the
water, and he had built the ice-house out of city lumber,
and had not had to pay anything for that. The news-
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papen had got hold of that story, and there had heen a
acandal; but Scully had hired somebody to confess and
take all the blame, and then skip the country. It was
said, too, that he had built his brick-kiln in the same way,
and that the workmen were on the city pay-roll while they
did it; however, one had to press closely to get these
things out of the men, for it was not their business, and
Mike Scully was a good man to stand in with. A note
signed by him was equal to a job any time at the packing-
houses ; and also he employed a good many men himself, and
worked them only eight hours a day, and paid them the
highest wages. This gave him many friends — all of whom
be had gotten together into the ^War-Whoop League,**
whose club-house you might see just outside of the yards.
It was the biggest club-house, and the biggest club, in all
Chicago ; and they had prize-fights every now and then,
and cock-fights and even dog-fights. Tne policemen in
tiie district all belonged to the league, and instead of sup-
pressing the fights, they sold tickets for them. The man
that had taken Jurgis to be naturalized was one of these
^ Indians," as they were called; and on election day there
would be hundreds of them out, and all with big wads of
money in their pockets and free drinks at every saloon in
the (ustrict* That was another thing, the men said — all
the saloon-keepers had to be ^^ Indians,'* and to put up on
demand, otherwise they could not do business on Sundays,
nor have any gambling at all. In the same way Scully
bad all the jobs in the nre department at his disposid, and
all the rest of the city graft in the stockyards district ; he
was buildine a blocK of flats somewhere up on Ashland
Avenue, and the man who was overseeing it for him was
drawing pay as a city inspector of sewers. The city in*
wpectoT of water-pipes had been dead and buried for over
m year, but somebody was still drawing his pay. The city
inspector of sidewalks was a bar-keeper at the War-Whoop
cafe -^ and maybe he could not make it uncomfortable for
may tradesman who did not stand in with Scully I
Even the packers were in awe of him, so the men said.
It gave them pleasure to believe this, for Scully stood as
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the peopIe^s man, and boasted of it boldly when election
day came. The packers had wanted a bndge at Ashland
Avenue, bat they had not been able to get it till they had
seen Scully ; and it was the same with ^ Bubbly Creek,''
which the city had threatened to make the pacKers cover
over, till Scully had come to their aid. *' Bubbly Creek**
is an arm of the Chicago River, and forms the southern
boundary of the yards ; all the drainage of the square mile
of packing-houses empties into it, so that it is recdly a great
open sewer a hundred or two feet wide. One long arm of
it is blind, and the filth stays there forever and a day.
The grease and chemicals that are poured into it undergo
ail sorts of strange transformations, which are the cause
of its name ; it is constantly in motion, as if huge fish were
feeding in it, or ereat leviathans disporting themselves in
its depths. Bubbles of carbonic acid gas will rise to the
surface and burst, and make linm two or three feet wide.
Here and there the grease and nlth have caked solid, and
the creek looks like a bed of lava ; chickens walk about on
it, feeding, and manv times an unwary stranger has started
to stroll across, and vanished temporarily. The packers
used to leave the creek that way, till every now and then
the surface would catch on fire and burn furiouslv, and
the fire department would have to come and put it out.
Once, however, an ingenious stranger came and started to
gather this filth in scows, to make lard out of ; then the
packers took the cue, and got out an injunction to stop
Idm, and afterwards gathered it themselves. The banks
of ^ Bubbly Creek '* are plastered thick with hairs, and
this also the packers gather and clean.
And there were things even stranger than this, accord*
ing to the gossip of the men. The packers had secret
mains, through which they stole billions of gallons of
the citv^s water. The newspapers had been full of this
scandal — once there had even been an investigation^ and
an actual uncovering of the pipes ; but nobody had been
punished, and the thing went right on. And then there
was the condamnod meat industry, with its endless hor«
rors. The people of Chicago saw the government in-
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spectors in Paokingtown, and tliey all took that to mean
that they were proteoted from cuseased meat; they did
not understand that these hundred and sixty-three in»
spectors had been appointed at the reouest of the packers,
and that l^ey were paid by the Unitea States government
to certify that all the dis^used meat was kept in the state*
They had no authority beyond that; for the inspection
of meat to be sold in the city and state the whole force
in Packingtown consisted of three henchmen of the local
political machine I * And shortly afterward one of these,
a physician, made the discoyery that the carcasses of
steers which had been condemned as tubercular by the
government inspectors, and which therefore contained
ptomaines, which are deadly poisons, were left upon an
open platform and carted away to be sold in the cit^;
and so he insisted that these carcasses be treated with
an injection of kerosene— -and was ordered to resign
the same weekt So indignant were the packers wbA
they went farther, and compelled the mayor to abolish the
whole bureau of inspection ; so that since then there has
not been even a pretence of any interference with the ffraft.
There was said to be two thousand dollars a week hush-
money from the tubercular steers alone ; and as much
• ^Rnte and BegalatioiiB for the Iiupeotion of Live 8to6k and thoir
Products." United States Department of Agiiooltore, Bnreaa of Animal
Industries, Order No. 125: —
SsoTioH 1. Proprietors of slan^terhonses, canning, salting, packing,
or rendering establishments engaged in the slan^^terhig of oatUe, sheep^
or swine, or the packing of any of their products, iKe earcaasM or prod'
wets of wMeh are to became etUiiecte of interstate or foreign eommerce^^
iball make application to the Secretary of Agricnltore for inspection of
Mid aoimals and their products. • • .
Sbctioh 15. Such rejected or condemned ftwtmaia ghaU at once be
ivmoTed by the owners from the pens containing j^nimaJg which haye
been inspected and found to be free from disease and fit for human food«
and shcOl be disposed of in accordance with the laws^ ordinances^ anM
regtOations of ths state and munidpalitg in tehich said refected or oon-
demned animals are located, . . .
Sxcnov 25. A microecopic examination f6r trichina shall be made of
all swine products exported to countries requiring such examination. Jfa
microscopic examination wiXl be mad€ of hogs slaughtered for interstate
trade^ but this examination shdU be eoi^ned to those intended for the
export trade.
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•gain from the hogs whioh had died of cholera on the
tniins, and which you might see any day being loaded into
box-cars and hauled away to a place called Glote, in Indiuiai
where they made a fancy grade of lard.
Jurgis heard of these tlmigs little by little, in the gossip
of those who were obliged to perpetrate them. It seemed
as if eyery time you met a person from a new department^
you heard of new swindles and new crimes. There wasi
lor instance, a Lithuanian who was a cattle-butcher for the
plant where Marija had worked, which killed meat for can-
ning only ; and to hear this man describe the animals which
came to his place would haye been worth while for a Dante
or a Zola. It seemed that they must haye ac^ncies all oyer
the country, to hunt out old and crippled and diseased
cattle to be canned. There were cattle which had
been fed on ^whiskey-malt,*' the refuse of the brew-
eries, and had become what the men called ^ steerly ** —
which means coyered with boils. It was a nasty job kill*
ing these, for when you plunged your knife into them they
would burst and splash foul-smelling stuff into your face ;
and when a man's sleeyes were smeared with blood, and his
hands steeped in it, how was he oyer to wipe his face, or to
clear his eyes so that he could see? It was stuff such as
this that made the ^^ embalmed beef ^ that had killed sey^
end times as many United States soldiers as all the bullets
of the Spaniards; only the army beef, besides, was not
fresh canned, it was old stuff that had been lying for
years in the cellars.
Then one Sunday eyening, Jurgis sat puffin? his pipe by
Che kitchen stoye, and talking with an old fellow whom
Jonas had introduced, and who worked in the canning-
rooms at Durham's; and so Jurgis learned a few things
about the great and only Durham canned goods, which
had become a national institution. They were regular
alchemists at Durham's; they adyertised a mushroom-
oatsup, and the men who made it did not know what a
mushroom looked like. They adyertised ^ potted chicken,'*
— >and it was like the boarding-house soup of the comie
papers, through which a chicken had walked with rub*
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bers OTL Perhaps they had a secret pro*3e88 for making
chickens chemically— -who knows? said Jurgis^s friend;
the things that went into the mixture were tripe, and
the fat of pork, and beef suet, and hearts of beef, and
finally the waste ends of veal, when they had any. They
put uieae up in several grades, and sold them at several
prices ; but the conteots of the cans all came out of the
same hopper. And then there was ^^ potted game" and
«* potted grouse,'* ** potted ham,** and ** devilled ham " —
de-vyled, as the men called it. *^De-vyled'* ham was
made out of the waste ends of smoked beef that were
too small to be sliced by the machines; and also tripe,
dyed with chemicals so that it would not show white;
and trimmings of hams and corned beef; and potatoes,
skins and all ; and finally the hard cartilaginous gullets
of beef, after the tongues had been cut out. All this
ingenious mixture was ground up and flavored with
q>ice8 to make it taste like someUiing. Anvbody who
could invent a new imitation had been sure of a f ortime
from old Durham, said Jurgis's informant; but it was
hard to think of anything new in a place where so many
diarp wits had been at work for so long; where men wel*
oomed tuberculosis in the cattle they were feeding, because
it made them fatten more quickly; and where they bought
up all tiie old rancid butter left over in the grocery-stores of
a continent, and ^^ oxidized '^ it by a forced-air process, to
isaSke away the odor, rechumed it with skim-milk, and sold
it in bricks in the cities I Up to a year or two ago it had
been the custom to kill horses in the yards — ostensibly
for fertilizer ; but after long agitation the newspapers had
been able to make the public realize that the horses were
being canned. Now it was against the law to kill horses in
Pacungtown, and the law was really complied with— for
the present, at any rate. Any day, however, one might
0ee sharp-homed and shaggy-haired creatures running
with the sheep — and yet what a job you would have to
get the public to believe that a good part of what it buys
for lamb and mutton is really goat's flesh I
Hiere was another interestmg set of statistics that a
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THE JUNGLE
person might have gathered in Packinfi^wn — those of the
various afflictions of the workers. When Jurgis had first
inspected the packing-plants with Szedvilas, he had mar"
f elled while he listened to the tale of all the things that
were made out of the carcasses of animals, and of tdl the
lesser industries that were maintained there; now he
found that each one of these lesser industries was a
separate little inferno, in its way as horrible as the
kiUing-beds, the source and fountain of them all. The
workers in each of them had their own peculiar diseases.
And the wandering visitor might be sceptical about all
the swindles, but he could not be sceptical about these,
for the worker bore the evidence of them about on his
own person— -generally he had only to hold out his
hand*
There were the men in the pickle-rooms, for instanooi
where old Antanas had gotten his death ; scarce a one of
these that had not some spot of horror on his person*
Let a man so much as scrape his finger pushing a truck
in the pickle-rooms, and he mi^ht have a sore that would
put him out of the world; au the joints in his fingers
might be eaten by the acid, one by one. Of the butchers
and floorsmen, the beef -boners and trimmers, ana all those
who used knives, you could scarcely find a person who
had the use of his thumb ; time and time again the base
of it had been slashed, till it was a mere lump of flesh
against which the man pressed the knife to hold it. The
hands of these men would be criss-crossed with cuts, until
you could no loncrer pretend to count them or to trace
them. They would have no nails, — they had worn them
oS pulling hides; their knuckles were swollen so that
their finders spread out like a fan. There were men who
worked m the cooking-rooms, in the midst of steam and
sickening odors, by artificial light; in these rooms the
germs of tuberculosis might live for two years, but the
supply was renewed every hour. There were the beef-
luggers, who carried two-huudred-pound quarters into
the refrigerator-cars ; a fearful kind of work, that began
at four o'clock in the morning, and that wore out the
THE JUNGLE U7
most powerful men in a few years. There were those
who worked in the chilling-rooms, and whose special
disease was rheumatism; the time-limit that a man could
work in the chilling-rooms was said to be five years.
jThrre were the wool-pluckers, whose hands went to
pieces even sooner than the hands of the pickle-men;
for the pelts of the sheep had to be painted with acid
to loosen the wool, and then the pluckers had to pull
oat this wool with their bare hands, till the acid had
eaten their fingers off. There were those who made the
tins for the canned-meat; and their hands, too, were a
maze of cuts, and each cut represented a chance for blood«
poisoning. Some worked at the stamping-machines, and
it was very seldom that one could worK long there at the
pace that waa set, and not give out and forget himself,
and have a part of his hand chopped off. There were the
^ hoisters,'' as they were called, whose task it was to press
the lever which lifted the dead cattle off the floor* They
ran along upon a rafter, peering down through the damp
and the steam ; and as old Durham's architects had not
bmlt the killing-room for the convenience of the hoisters,
at every few feet they would have to stoop under a beam,
say four feet above the one they ran on ; which got them
into the habit of stooping, so that in a few years they
would be walking like chimpanzees. Worst of any, how-
ever, were the fertilizer-men, and those who served in the
cooking-rooms. These people could not be shown to
the visitor,— -for the odor of a fertilizer-man would scare
any ordinary visitor at a hundred yards, and as for the
other men, who worked in tank-rooms full of steam, and
in some of which there were open vats near the level of the
floor, their peculiar trouble was that they fell into the vats ;
and when they were fished out, there was never enough
of them left to be worth exhibiting, — sometimes they
would be overlooked for days, till ^1 but the bones of
them had gone out to the world as Durham's Pure Leaf
Lardl
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CHAPTER X
DxmiKO the earl^ part of the winter the family had had
money enough to hve and a little over to pay their debts
with ; but when the earnings of Jurgis fell from nine or
ten dollars a week to five or six, there was no longer any-
thing to spare. The winter went, and thu spring came,
and found them still living thus from hand to mouth,
hangine on day by day, with literally not a month's
wages oetween them and starvation* Marija was in
despair, for there was still no word about the reopen-
ing of the canning-factory, and her savings were al-
most entirely gone. She had had to give up all idea of
marrying then ; the family could not get along without
her— -though for that matter she was likely soon to
become a burden even upon them, for when her money
was all gone, they would have to pay back what they
owed her in board. So Jurgis and Ona and Teta
Elzbieta would hold anxious conferences until late at
ni^ht, trying to figure how they could manage this too
without starving.
Such were the cruel terms upon which their life was
possible, that they might never nave nor expect a single
instant's respite from wornr, a single instant in which they
were not haimted by the tnought of money. They would
no sooner escape, as by a miracle, from one difficulty, than
a new one would come into view. In addition to all Uieii
physical hardships, there was thus a constant strain upon
their minds ; they were harried all day and nearly all night
by worry and fear. This was in truth not living ; it was
scarcely even existing, and they felt that it was too little
for the price they paid. They were willing to work all
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the time ; and when people did their best, ought they not
to be able to keep alive ?
There seemed never to be an end to the things they had
to bny and to the unforeseen contingencies. Once their
water-pipes froze and burst ; and when, in their ignorance*
they thawed them out, they had a terrifying flood in their
house. It happened while the men were awav, and poor
Blzbieta rushed out into the street screaming for help, for
she did not even know whether the flood could be stopped,
or whether they were ruined for life. It was nearly as bad
as the latter, they found in the end, for the plumber charged
them seventy-five cents an hour, and seventy-five cents for
another man who had stood and watched him, and included
all the time the two had been going and coming, and also
a charge for all sorts of materud and extras. And then
again, when they went to pay their January's instalment
on the house, the agent terrified them by asking them if
they had had the insurance attended to ^et. In answer to
their inauiry he showed them a clause in the deed which
pirovidea that they were to keep the house insured for one
thousand dollars, as soon as tne present policy ran out,
which would happen in a few days. Poor Elzbieta, upon
whom again fell the blow, demanded how much it would
cost them. Seven dollars, the man said ; and that night
came Jurgis, grim and determined, requesting that the
agent woi^d w good enough to inform him, once for all,
as to all the expenses they were liable for. The deed was
signed now, he said, with sarcasm proper to the new way
of life he had learned — the deed was signed, and so the
agent had no longer anything to gain by keeping quiet.
And Jurgis looked the fellow squarely in the eye, and so
he did^ not waste any time in conventional protests, but
read him the deed. They would have to renew the insur-
ance every year ; they would have to pay the taxes, about
ten dollars a year ; they would have to pay the water-tax,
about six dollars a year — (Jurgis silently resolved to shut
ofiF the hydrant). This, besides the interest and the
monthly instalments, would be all — unless by chance the
eity should happen to deoide to pat in a sewer or to lay a
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ddewalk. Yes, said the a^nt, they would have to havB
these, whether they wanted them or not, if the city said
so. The sewer would cost them about twenty-two dol*
lars, and the sidewalk fifteen if it were wood, twenty-five
if it were cements
So Jurgis went home again ; it was a relief to know the
worst, at any rate, so that he could no more be surprised
by fresh demands. He saw now how they had been plun*
dered; but they were in for it, there was no turning back*
They could only go on and make the fight and win— for
defeat was a thing that could not even t^ thought of.
When the springtime came, they were delivered from
the dreadful cold, and that was a great deal ; but in addi-
tion they had coimted on the money they would not have
to pay for coal -* and it was just at this time that Marija*s
board bec^an to f alL Then, too, the warm weather brought
trials of its own ; each season had its trials, as they found.
In the spring there were cold rains, that turned the streets
into canals and bogs ; the mud would be so deep that
wagons would sink up to the hubs, so that half a dozen
horses could not move them. Then, of course, it was im«
possible for any one to get to work with dry feet ; and thia
was bad for men that were poorly clad and shod, and still
worse for women and children. Later came midsummer,
with the stifling heat, when the dingy killing-beds of
Durham's became a vexr purgatory; one time, in a
single day, three men fell dead from sunstroke. All day
long the rivers of hot blood poured forth, until, witii tlie
sun beatinff down, and the i^ motionless, the stench was
enough to knock a man over ; all the old smells of a genera*
I tion would be drawn out by this heat — for there was never
any washing of the walls and rafters and pillars, and they
were caked with the filth of a lifetime. The men who
worked on the killins^-beds would come to reek with foul-
ness, so that you cotud smell one of them fifty feet away;
there was simply no such thing as keepiiuf deoent, the
most careful man gave it up in the end, and wallowed in
nndeanness. There was not even a place where a man
could wash his handsi and the men ate as muoh raw Uood
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m food at diimer*time. When they were at work they
oould not even wipe off their faces — - they were as helpless
as newly bom babes in that respect ; ana it may seem like
a small matter, but when the sweat began to ran down their
necks and tickle them, or a fly to bother them, it was a tor-
tare like being burned alive. Whether it was the slaugh-
ter-houses or the dumps that were responsible, one could
not say^ but with the hot weather there descended upon
PacUngtown a veritable Egyptian plaguy of flies ; there
eould he no describing this-— the houses would be black
with thenu There was no escaping ; you might provide
all your doors and windows with screens, but their buzzing
oatside would be like the swarming of bees, and whenever
Tou opened the door they would rush in as if a storm of
wind were drivmg them.
Perhaps the simmier-time suggests to you thoughts of
the country, visions of green nelds and mountains and
sparkling lakes. It had no such suggestion for the people
in the yards. The great packing-machine ground on
remorselessly^ without thinkmg of green fields ; and the
men and women and children who were part of it never
saw any green thing, not even a flower. Four or five miles
to the east of them lay the blue waters of Lake Michigan ;
but for all the good it did them it might have been as far
away as the Pacific Ocean. They had only Sundays, and
iben they were too tired to walk. They were tied to the
great packing-machine, and tied to it for life. The man*
•gers and superintendents and clerks of Packingtown were
i£ recruited from another dass, and never from the
workers ; they scorned the workers, the very meanest of
thenu A poor devil of a bookkeeper who had been work-
ing in Durham's for twenty years at a salary of six dollars
a week| and might work there for twenty more and do no
better, would yet consider himself a gentleman, as far
removed as the poles from the most skilled worker on the
killing4>eds; he would dress differently, and live in
another part of the town, and oome to work at a different
Koor <rf the day,and in every way make sure that he never
mUbed elbows with a labdxing-man. Perhaps this war
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due to the repulsiyeness of the work ; at any rate, th«
people who worked with their hands were a class aparti
and were made to feel it.
In the late spring the canning-factory started up again, and
so once more Marija was heard to sing, and the love-musio
of Tamoszius took on a less melancholy tone. It was not
for long, however ; for a month or two later a dreadful
calamity fell upon Marija. Just one year and three days
after she had l)egun work as a can-painter, she lost her
job.
It was a long story. Marija insisted that it was because
of her activity in the union. The packers, of course, had
spies in all the unions, and in addition they made a prac«
tice of buying up a certain number of the union officials, as
many as they thought they needed. So every week they
received reports as to what was goine on, ana often they
knew things before the members of we union knew them.
Any one who was considered to be dangerous by them
would find that he was not a favorite with his boss ; and
Marija had been a great hand for going after the foreign
people and preachmg to them. However that might be,
the known facts were that a few weeks before the factory
closed, Marija had been cheated out of her pay for three
hundred cans. The girls worked at a long table, and
behind them walked a woman with pencil and notebook,
keeping count of the number they finished. This woman
was, of course, only human, and sometimes made mistakes;
when this happened, there was no redress — if on Saturday
you got less money than you had earned, you had to make
the best of it. But Marija did not understand this, and
made a disturbance. Marija^s disturbances did not mean
anything, and while she had known only Lithuanian and
Polish, they had done no harm, for people onlv laughed
at her and made her cry. But now Marija was able to call
names in English, ana so she got the woman who made
the mistake to disliking her. Probably, as Marija claimed,
she made mistakes on purpose after that ; at any rate, she
made them, and the tnird time it happened Marija went
on the war*patih and took the matter nrot to the f orelady
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and when she got no satisfaction there, to the snperin*
tendent. This was unheard-of presumption, but the super*
intendent said he would see about it, which Marija took to
mean that she was going to get her money ; after waiting
three days, she went to see the superintendent again*
This time the man frowned, and said that he had not haQ
time to attend to it ; and when Marija, against the advice
and warning of every one, tried it once more, he ordered
her back to her work in a passion* Just how things hap*
pened after that Marija was not sure, but that afternoon
the forelady told her that her services would not be any
longer required. Poor Marija could not have been more
dnmf ounded had the woman knocked her over the head ;
at first she could not beHeve what she heard, and then
she grew furious and swore that she would come anyway^
that her place belonged to her. In the end she sat down
in the middle of the floor and wept and wailed.
It was a cruel lesson ; but then Marija was headstrong—
she should have listened to those who had had experience.
The next time she would know her place, as the forelady
expressed it; and so Marija went out, and the family
xaced the problem of an existence a^ain.
It was especially hard this time, for Ona was to be con*
fined before long, and Jurgis was trving hard to save up
money for this. He had heard dreadnil stories of the mid*
wives, who grow as thick as fleas in Packingtown ; and he
had made up his mind that Ona must have a man-doctor.
Jurgis could be very obstinate when he wanted to, and
he wtis in this case, much to the dismay of the women,
who felt that a man-doctor was an impropriety, and that
the matter really belonged to them. The cheapest doctor
they could find would charge them fifteen 'dollars, and
Serhaps more when the bill came in ; and here was Jurgis,
eclaring that he would pay it, even if he had to stop eat-
ing in the meantime I
Marija had only about twenty-five dollars left. Day
ftfter day she wandered about the yards begging a job, but
tins time without liope of findinflr it. Marija could do the
wofk of an able-boaied man, vmen she was cheerful, but
124 £HE JITNOLK
discouragement wore her out easily, and she would come
home at night a pitiable object. She learned her lesson
this time, poor creature ; she learned it ten times over.
All the family learned it along with her— -that when you
have once got a job in Packmgtown, you hang on to it|
come what wilL
Four weeks Marija hunted, and half of a fifth week.
Of course she stopped paying her dues to the union.
She lost all interest in the union, and cursed herself for a
fool that she had ever been dragged into one. She had
about made up her mind that she was a lost soul^ when
somebody told her of an opening, and she went and got
a place as a ^ beef -trimmer.'* She got this because the
boss saw that she had the muscles of a man, and so he
dischai^ed a man and put Marija to do his work, paying
her a Uttle more than half what he had been paying
before.
When she first came to Packingtown, Marija would
Lave scorned such work as this. She was in another
canninff'factory, and her work was to trim the meat of
those diseased cattle that Jurgis had been told about not
long before. She was shut up in one of the rooms where
the people seldom saw the daylight ; beneath her were the
chilUng-rooms, where the meat was frozen, and above her
were tne cooking-rooms; and so she stood on an ice-cold
floor, while her head was often so hot that she could
scarcely breathe. Trimming beef off the bones by the
hundri-weight. whUe stanSing up from early moJning
till late at pight, with heavy boots on and the floor always
damp and fufi of puddles, liable to be thrown out of work
'^definitely because of a slackening in the trade, liable
i^ain-to be kept overtime in rush seasons, and be worked
tUl she trembled in every nerve and lost her grip on her
slimy knife, and mve herself a poisoned wound -*tliat
was the new life that unfolded itself before Marija. But
because Marija was a human horse she merely laughed
and went at it ; it would enable her to pay her board
again, and keep the family going. And as for Tamoszius
^-^wdlf they had waited a long time, and they ocNild wait
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a littl« longer. Ther oould not poasibly get aloi^ apoa
his wages alonOf and the f amilT could not live without
hers, lie could come and visit her, and sit in the kitchen
and hold her hand, and he must manage to be content
with that. But day by day the music of Tamoszius's
violin became more nassionate and heart-breaking ; and
Marija would sit witn her hands clasped and her cheeks
wet and all her body a-tremble, hearing in the wailiiu(
melodies the voices of the unborn generations whi<£
cried out in her for life.
Marija's lesson came just in time to save Ona from a
similar fate. Ona, too, was dissatisfied with her place, and
had far more reason than Marija. She did not tell half
of her story at home, because she saw it was a torment
to Jurgis, and she was afraid of what he might do. For
a lone time Ona had seen that Miss Henderson, the fore*
lady in her department, did not like her. At first she
thought it was the old-time mistake she had made in ask*
ing lor a holiday to get married. Then she concluded
it must be because she did not ^ive the f orelady a present
occasionaliy — she was the kind that took presents from
the girls, Ona learned, and made all sorts of discrimina*
tions in favor of those who gave them. In the end, how-
ever, Ona discovered that it was even worse than that.
Miss Henderson was a newcomer, and it was some time
before rumor made her out ; but finally it transpired that
she was a kept- woman, the former mistress of the superin-
tendent of a department in the same building. He had
put her there to keep her quiet, it seemed — and that not
altogether with success, for once or twice they had been
heard quarrelling. She had the temper of a hyena, and
soon the place she ran was a witch's caldron. There
were some of the girls who were of her own 9ort, who
were willing to toady to her and flatter her ; and these
would carry tales about the rest, and so the furies were
unchained in the place. Worse than this, the woman
Hved in a bawdy-house down-town, with a coarse, red-faced
7rishmaa named Ckumor. who was tiie boss of the loading*
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gang outside, and would make free with the giib as fbey
went to and from thoir work. In the slack seasons some
of them would go with Miss Henderson to this house
down-town -— in fact, it would not be too much to say that
she managed her department at Brown^s in conjunction
with it. Sometimes women from the house would be
Siven places alongside of decent girls, and after other
ecent girls had l^en turned o£F to make room for them.
When you worked in this woman^s department the house
down-town was never out of your thoughts all day — there
were always whiffs of it to l>e caught, like the odor of the
Packingtown rendering-plants at night, when the wind
shifted suddenly. There would be stories about it going
the rounds ; the girls opposite you would be telling them
and winking at you. In suen a place Ona woiSd not
have stayed a day, but for starvation ; and, as it was, she
was never sure that she could stay the next day. She
understood now that the real reason that Miss Henderson
hated her was that she was a decent married girl ; and
she knew that the talebearers and the toadies hated her
for the same reason, and were doing their best to make
her life miserable.
But there was no place a girl could co in Packingtown,
if she was particular about tnings of tnis sort ; there was
no place in it where a prostitute could not get along better
than a decent girL Here was a population, low-chtss and
mostly foreign, hanging always on the verge of starvation,
and dependent for its opportunities of life upon the whim
of men every bit as brutal and unscrupulous as the old-
time slave-drivers; under such circumstances immorality
was exactly as inevitable, and as prevalent, as it was under
the system of chattel slavery. Thin^ that were quit€
unspeakable went on there in the packing-houses all the
time, and were taken for granted by everybody ; only
they did not show, as in the old slavery times, because
ihere was no difference in color between master and slave.
One morning Ona stayed home, and Jurgis had the
man-dootor^ according to his whim, and she was safely
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deliyered of a fine baby. It was an enormous big boy,
and Ona was such a tiny creature herself, that it seemed
quite incredible. Jurgis would stand and gaze at the
stranger by the hour, unable to believe that it had really
happened.
The coming of this boy was a decisiye event with Jurgis.
It made him irrevocably a family man; it lolled the last
lingering impulse that he might have had to go out in the
evenings and sit and talk with the men in the saloons.
There was nothing he cared for now so much as to sit and
look at the baby. This was very curious, for Jurgis had
never been interested in babies before. But then, this
was a very unusual sort of a baby. He had the brightest
little black eyes, and little black ringlets all over his head ;
he was the living image of his father, everybody said —
and Jurgis found this a fascinating circumstance. It was
sufficiently perplexing that this tiny mite of life should
have come into the world at all in the manner that it had;
that it should have come with a comical imitation of its
other's nose was simply uncanny.
Perhaps, Jurgis thought, this was intended to signify
that it was his c^iby ; tlmt it was his and Ona's, to care for
all its life. Jurgis had never possessed anything nearly
so interesting — a baby was, when you came to think about
it, assuredly a marvellous possession. It would grow up
to be a man, a human soul, with a personality all its own,
a will of its own I Such thoughts would keep haunting
Jurgis, filling him with all sorts of strange and almost
painful excitements. He was wonderfully proud of little
An tanas ; he was curious about all the details of him — the
washing and the dressing and the eating and the sleeping
of him, and asked all sorts of absurd questions. It took
him quite a while to get over his alarm at the incredible
shortness of the little creature's legs.
Jur^ had, alas, very little time to see his baby ; he
never felt the chains about him more than just then.
When he came home at night, the baby would be asleep,
and it would be the merest chance if he awoke before
Juigis had to go to sleep himself. Then in the morning
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there was no time to look at him, so really the only obaooe
the father had was on Sundaja. Thia waa more cmel ^et
for Ona, who ouj^ht to have stayed home and nursed him,
the doctor said, for her own health as well as the baby's ;
but Ona had to go to work, and leave him for Teta
Elzbieta to feed upon the pale blue poison that was called
milk at the comer-grocery. Ona's confinement lost her
only a week's wages— she would go to the factory the
second Monday, and the best that J urgis could persuade
her was to ride in the car, and let him run alone behind
and help her to Brown's when she alighted* After that
it would be all right, said Ona, it was no strain sitting
still sewine hams all day ; and if she waited longer she
might find that her dreadful forelady had put some one
else in her place. That would be a greater calamity than
ever now, Ona continued, on account of the baby. They
would all have to work harder now on his account, it
was such a responsibility — • they must not have the baby
grow up to suffer as they had. And this indeed had been
the first thin^ that Jurgis had thought of himself — he
had clenched his hands and braced himself anew for the
struggle, for the sake of that tiny mite of human possibility.
Ana so Ona went back to Brown's and saved her place
and a week's wages ; and so she gave herself some one of
the thousand ailments that women group under the title
of ^ womb-trouble," and was never again a well person as
long as she lived. It is difficult to convey in words all
that this meant to Ona; it seemed such a slight offence,
and the punishment was so out of all proportion, that
neither she nor any one else ever connected the two.
^Womb-trouble" to Ona did not mean a specialist's
diagnosis, and a course of treatment, and perhaps an opera-
tion or two ; it meant simply headaches and pains in the
back, and depression ana heartsickness, and neuralgia
when she haa to go to work in the rain. The great
majority of the women who worked in Packingtown
suffered in the same way, and from the same oause, so it
was not deemed a thing to see the doctor about ; instead
Ona would try patent medicines, one after another, as
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129
bar Mends told h%T about them. As these all eoataiiied
alcohol, or some other stimnlanti she found that they all
did her good while she took them ; and so she was always
chasing the phantom of good health, and losing it beoaosa
she was too poor to continne*
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CHAPTER XI
DuBiKG the summer the packing-hoases were in full
activity again, and Jorgis made more money. He did
not make so much, however, as he had the previous sum-
mer, for the packers took on more hands. Tnere were new
men every week, it seemed — it was a regular svstem ; and
this number they would keep over to the next slack season,
so that every one would have less than ever. Sooner or
later, by this plan, they would have all the floating labor
of Chicago trained to do their work. And how verv cun*
ning a trick was thati The men were to teach new hands,
who would some day come and break their strike; and
meantime they were kept so poor that they could not
prepare for the trial I
But let no one suppose that this superfluity of employees
meant easier work for any one I On the contrary, &e
speedinff-up seemed to be growing more savaee all the
time; wey were continually inventing new devices to
crowd the work on— -it was for all the world like the
thumb-screw of the medieval torture-chamber. They
would get new pace-makers and pay them more; they
would drive the men on with new machinery —- it was
said that in the hog-killing rooms the speed at which
the hogs moved was determined by clock-work, and that it
was increased a little every day. In piece-work they would
reduce the time, requiring the same work in a shorter time,
and paying the same wages ; and then, after the workers
had accustomed themselves to this new speed, they would
reduce the rate of payment to correspond with the reduc-
tion in time I They had done this so often in the canning
establishments that the girls were fairly desperate ; their
wages had gone down by a full third in tiie past two yearsi
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THE JUNGLE 131
and a storm of discontent was brewing that was likely to
break any day. Only a month after Marija had become a
beef-trimmer the canning-factory that she had left posted
a cut that would divide the girls' earnings almost squarely
in half ; and so g^^eat was the indignation at this that they
marched out without even a parley, and organized in the
street outside. One of the girls had read somewhere that
a red flag was the proper symbol for oppressed workers,
and so they mountea one, and paraded all about the yardi^
yelling with rage. A new union was the result of this
outburst, but the impromptu strike went to pieces in three
days, owing to the rush of new labor. At the end of it
the girl who had carried the red flag went down-town and
got a position in a great department store, at a salary of
two dollars and a half a week.
Jurgis and Ona heard these stories with dismay, for
there was no telling when their own time might come.
Once or twice there had been rumors that one of the big
houses was ^oing to cut its unskilled men to fifteen cents
an hour, and Jurg^ knew that if this was done, his turn
would come soon. He had learned by this time that
Packingtown was really not a number of firms at all, but
one great firm, the Beef Trust. And every week the
managers of it got together and compared notes, and
there was one scale for all the workers in the yards and
one standard of efficiency. Jurgis was told that they also
fixed the price they would pay for beef on the hoof and
the price of all dressed meat in the country ; but that was
something he did not understand or care about. ^
The only one who was not afraid of a cut was Marija,
who congratulated herself, somewhat naively, that there
had been one in her place only a short time before she
came. Marija was getting to be a skilled beef-trimmer,
and was mounting to the heights again. During the sum-
mer and fall Jurgis and Ona managed to pay her back the
last penny they owed her, and so she began to have a bank
account. Tamoszius had a bank account also, and they ran
a race, and began to figure upon household expenses once
more.
132 THE JXTNGLB
The poMetsion of yast wealth entails earee and nepoa*
iibilities, however, a« poor Marija fonnd out. She had
taken the advice of a Mend and invested her savings in
a bank on Ashland Avenue* Of course she knew nothing
about it, except that it was big and imposing — what pos-
sible chance has a poor foreign working-girl to understand
the banking business, as it is conducted in this land of
frenzied finance? So Marija lived in continual dread
lest something should happen to her bank, and would go
out of her way mornings to make sure that it was s^
there. Her principal bought was of fire, for she had
deposited her money in bills, and was afraid that if they
were burned up the bank would not give her any others.
Jurg^ made fun of her for this, for he was a man and was
Eroud of his superior knowledge, telling her that the bank
ad fire-proof vaults, and all its millions of dollars hidden
safely away in them.
However, one morning Marija took her usual detour,
and, to her horror and dismay, saw a crowd of people in
front of the bank, filling the avenue solid for half a block.
All the blood went out of her face for terror. She broke
into a run, shouting to the people to ask what was the
matter, but not stopping to hear what they answered, till
she had come to where the throng was so dense that she
could no longer advance. There was a '^ run on the bank,"
they told her then, but she did not know what that was,
and turned from one person to another, trying in an agony
of fear to make out what they meant. Had someuung
gone wrong with the bank? Nobody was sure, but they
thought so. Couldn't she get her money? There was
no telling ; the people were afraid not, and they were
all trying to get it. It was too early yet to tell anything
—the bank would not open for nearly three hours. So in
a frenzy of despair Marija began to claw her way toward
the doors of this building, through a throng of men, women,
and children, all as excited as herself. It was a scene of
wild confusion, women shrieking and wringing their hands
and fainting, and men fighting and trampling down every-
thing in their way. m the midst of the mel^ Marija
THE JUNGLE 133
recollected that she did not have her bank-book, and could
not get her money anyway, so she f oaght her way oat and
started on a run for home. This was fortunate for her,
for a few minutes later the police-reserves arrived.
In half an hour Marija was back, Teta EUzbieta with
her, both of them breathless with running and sick with
fear. The crowd was now formed in a line, extending
for several blocks, with half a hundred policemen keeping
guard, and so there was nothing for them to do but to
take their places at the end of it. At nine o'clock the
bank opened and began to pay the waiting throng ; but
then, what good did that do Marija, who saw three thou-
sand people before her — enough to take out the last penny
of a dozen banks?
To make matters worse a drizzling rain came up, and
soaked them to the skin ; yet all the morning they stood
there, creeping slowly toward the goal — all the after-
noon they stood there, heart-sick, seeing that the hour of
closing was coming, and that they were going to be left
out. Marija made up her mind that, come what might,
she would stay there and keep her place ; but as nearly all
did the same, all through the long, cold night, she ^ot
very little closer to the bank for that. Toward evening
Jurgis came ; he had heard the story from the children,
and he brought some food and dry wraps, which made it
a little easier.
The next morning, before daybreak, came a bigger
crowd than ever, and more policemen from down-town.
Marija held on like grim death, and toward afternoon she
ffot into the bank and got her money — all in big silver
aollars, a handkerchief full. When she had once got
her hands on them her fear vanished, and she wanted to
put them back again; but the man at the window was
savage, and said that the bank would receive no more
deposits from those who had taken part in the ran. So
Marija was forced to take her dollars home with her,
watching to riffht and left, expecting every instant that
some one woula try to rob her ; and when she eot home
she was not much better off. Until she could final another
134 THE JXTirOLB
bank there was nothing to do but sew them up in her
clothes, and so Marija went about for a week or more,
loaded down with bullion, and afraid to cross the street
in front of the house, because Jurgis told her she would
sink out of sight in the mud. Weighted this way she
made her way to the yards, again in fear, this time to see
if she had lost her place ; but fortunately about ten per
cent of the working-people of Packingtown had been
depositors in that bank, and it was not convenient to dis«
charge that many at once. The cause of the panic had
been the attempt of a policeman to arrest a drunken man
in a saloon next door, which had drawn a crowd at the
hour the people were on their way to work, and so started
the** run."
About this time Jurgis and Ona also began a bank-
account. Besides having paid Jonas and Marija, they
had almost paid for their furniture, and could have that
little sum to count on. So long as each of them could
bring home nine or ten dollars a week, they were able to
get along finely. Also election day came round again,
and Jurgis made half a week's wages out of that, all net
profit. It was a very close election that year, and the
echoes of the battle reached even to Packingtown. The
two rival sets of grafters hired halls and set off fireworki
and made speeches, to try to get the people interested in
the matter. Although Jurgis did not understand it all,
he knew enough by this time to realize that it was not
supposed to be right to sell your vote. However, as every
one did it, and ms refusal to join would not have made
the slightest difference in the results, the idea of refuung
would have seemed absurd^ had it ever come into his
head.
Now ohill winds and shortening days began to warn
them that the winter was coming again. It seemed as il
the respite had been too short — tiiey had not had time
enough to get ready for it ; but still it came, inexoraUy,
and the hunted look began to come back into the eyes of
tittle Stanislovas. The prospeot struck fear to Uie heart
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THE JUNGLE 1S5
of JnT^ alflo, for he knew that Ona was not fit to face
the cold and the snow-drifts this year. And suppose that
some day when a blizzard struck them and the cars were
not running, Ona should have to give it up, and should
oome the next day to find that her place had been given
to some one who lived nearer and could be depended on?
It was the week before Christmas that the first great
storm came, and then the soul of Jurgis rose up within
him like a sleeping lion. There were four days that the
Ashland Avenue cars were stalled, and in those days, for
the first time in his life, Jurgis knew what it was to
be really opposed. He had faced difiiculties before, but
they had been child's play ; now there was a death strug-
gle, and ail the furies were unchained within him. The
first morning they set out two hours before dawn, Ona
wrapped all in blankets and tossed upon his shoulder like
a sacK of meal, and the little boy, bundled nearly out cf
sight, hanging by his coat-tails* There was a raging bla£t
beating in his face, and the thermometer stood below zero ;
the snow was never short of his knees, and ia some of the
drifts it was nearly up to his armpits* It would catch
his feet and try to trip him; it would build itself into
a wall before him to beat him back ; and he would fling
himself into it, plunging like a wounded buffalo, pufiKng
and snorting in rage. So foot by foot he drove his way,
and when at last he came to Durham's he was stagger-
ing and almost blind, and leaned against a pillar, gasping,
and thanking God that the cattle came late to the killing-
beds that day. In the evening the same thing had to be
done again ; and because Jurgis could not tell what hour
of the night he would get off, he got a saloon-keeper to
let Ona sit and wait for him in a corner. Once it was
eleven o'clock at night» and black as the pit, but still they
got home.
That blizzard knocked many a man out, for the crowd
ontside begging for work was never greater, and the
packers would not wait long for any one. When it was
over, the soul of Jurgis was a song, for he had met the
imemy and conquered, and felt himsiftlf the master of hit
136 THE JUNGLE
&te. — So it might be with some monarch of the f oiest
that has yanquished his foes in fair fight, and then fails
into some cowardly trap in the night-time.
A time of peril on the killing-beds was when a steer
broke loose. Sometimes, in the haste of speeding-up,
they would dump one of the animals out on the floor
before it was fully stunned, and it would get upon its feet
and run amuck. Then there would be a yell of warning
— the men would drop everything and dash for the
nearest pillar, slipping here and there on the floor, and
tumbling over each other. This was bad enough in the
summer, when a man could see ; in winter-time it was
enough to make your hair stand up, for the room would
be so full of steam that you could not make anything out
five feet in front of you. To be sure, the steer was gen*
erally blind and frantic, and not especially bent on hurting
any one ; but think of the chances of running upon a
kmfe, while nearly every man had one in his hand I
And then, to cap the climax, the floor-boss would come
rushmg up with a rifle and begin blazing away I
It was in one of these melees that Jurgis fell into his
trap. That is the only word to descriM it; it was so
cruel, and so utterly not to be foreseen. At first he
hardly noticed it, it was such a slight accident — simply
that in leaping out of the way he turned his ankle.
There was a twinge of pain, but Jurgis was used to pain,
and did not ' coddle himself. When he came to walk
home, however, he realized that it was hurting him a great
deal; and in the morning his ankle was swollen out
nearly double its size, and he could not get his foot into
his snoe. Still, even then, he did nothing more than
swear a little, and wrapped his foot in old rags, and hob-
bled out to lake the car. It chanced to be a rush day at
Durham's, and all the long morning he limped about widi
his aching foot ; by noon-time the pain was so great that
it made him faint, and after a couple of hours in the after*
noon he was fairly beaten, and had to tell the boss.
They sent for the company doctor, and he examined the
loot and told Jurgis to go home to bed* adding that ha
THE JUKGLB IX
Imd probably laid himself up for months by his foUy.
The injury was not one that Durham and Company could
be held responsible for, and so that was all there was to
ibt so far as the doctor was concerned.
Jurgis got home somehow, scarcely able to see for the
pain, and with an awful teh^r in his soul. Elzbieta
helped him into bed and bandaged his injured foot with
cold water, and tried hard not to let him see her dismay ;
when the rest came home at night she met them outside
and told them, and they, too, put on a cheerful face, say-
ing it would oxily be for a week or two, and that they
would pull him through.
When they had gotten him to sleep, however, they sat
by the kitchen fire and talked it over ^i frightened whis-
pers. They were in for a siege, that was plainly to be
seen. Jurgis had only about sixty dollars in the bank,
and the slack season was upon them. Both Jonas and
Marija might soon be earning no more than enough to
pay their board, and besides that there were only the
wages of Ona and the pittance of the little boy. There
was the rent to pay, and still some on the furniture ; then
was the insurance just due, and every month there was
sack after sack of coaL It was January^ midwinter, an
awful time to have to face privation. Deep snows would
oome again, and who would carry Ona to ner work now ?
She might lose her place — > she was almost certain to lose
it. And then little Stanislovas began to whimper — > who
would take care of him ?
It was dreadful that an accident of this sort, that no
man can help, should have meant such suffering. The
bitterness of it was the daily food and drink of Jurgis.
It was of no use for them to try to deceive him ; be
knew as much about the situation as they did, and he
knew that the family mi^ht literally starve to death.
The worry of it fairly ate him up— >he began to look hag-
gard the first two or three days of it. in truth, it was
almost maddeninff for a strong man like him, a fighter, to
have to lie there helpless on ms back. It was for aU the
world the old stoxy of Prometheus bound. As Juigis lay
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IX THB JUNGLE
on his bed, hoar after hour, there came to Um emotloiis
that he had never known before. Before this he had met
life with a welcome — it had its trials, but none that a
man could not face. But now, in the night-time, when
he lay tossing about, there would come stalking into his
chamber a grisly phantom, the sight of which made his
flesh to curl and his hair to brbtle up. It was like seeing
the world fall away from underneath his feet ; like plung*
ing down into a bottomless abyss, into yawning caverns of
despair. It might be true, then, after all, what others had
told him about Uf e, that the best powers of a man might not
be equal to it I It might be true that, strive as he would»
toil as he would, he might fail, and eo down and be
destroyed I The thought of this was like an icy hand at
his heart ; the thought that here, in this ghastly home of
all horror, he and aU those who were dear to mm might
lie and perish of starvation and cold, and there would be
no ear to hear their cnr, no hand to help them I It was
true, it was true, — tiia,t here in this huge city, with its
stores of heaped-up wealth, human creatures might be
hunted down and destroyed by the wild-beast powers of
nature, just as truly as ever they were in the days of the
eave-men I
Ona was now making about thirty dollars a month, and
8tanislovas about thirteen. To add to this there was the
board of Jonas and Marija, about forty-five dollars. De«
ducting from this the rent, interest, and instalments on
the furniture, they had left sixty dollars, and deducting
the coal, they had fifty. They did without ever^thinff
that human bein^ could do without ; they went in old
and rageed clothmg, that left them at the mercy of the
cold, and when the ohildren*s shoes wore out, they tied
them up with string. Half invalid as she was, Ona would
do herself harm bv walking in the rain and cold when she
ought to have ridden ; they bought literally nothing but
f o^ — and still they could not keep alive on fifty dollars
a month. They might have done it, if only they could
have gotten pure food, and at fair prices; or if only they
had Imown what to get— if they had not been so pitifully
THE JUNGLE 1S9
ignorant t But they had oome to a new connfanr^ where
everything was different, including the food. They had
always been accustomed to eat a great deal of smoked
sausage, and how could they know uiat what they bought
in America was not the same — that its color was made
by chemicals, and its smoky flavor by more chemicals,
and that it was full of ^ potato-flour '* besides ? Potato-
flour is the waste of potato after the starch and alcohol
have been extracted ; it has no more food value than so
much wood, and as its use as a food adulterant is a penal
offence in Europe, thousands of tons of it are shipped to
America every year. It was amazing what quantities of
food such as this were needed every day, by eleven
hungry persons. A dollar sixtv-five a day was simply
not enough to feed them, and there was no use trying ;
and so e^3h week they made an inroad upon the pitinil
little bank-account that Ona had begun. Because the
account was in her name, it was possible for her to keep
this a secret from her husband, and to keep the heart-
ttckness of it for her own.
It would have been better if Jurais had been really ill ;
if he had not been able to think. For he had no resources
such as most invalids have; all he could do was to lie
there and toss about from side to side. Now and then he
would break into cursing, regardless of everything ; and
now and then his impatience would get the better of him,
and he would tr^ to pret up, and poor Teta filzbieta would
have to plead with lum in frenzy. Elzbieta was all alone
with him the greater part of the time. She would sit and
smooth his forehead by the hour, and talk to him and try
to make him forget. Sometimes it would be too cold for
Ihe children to go to school, and they would have to play
in the kitchen, where Jurgis was, because it was the only
loom that was half warm. These were dreadful times, for
Jnigis would get as cross as any bear; he was scarcely to
be Elamed, for he had enough to worry him, and it was
bard when he waa trying to take a nap to be kept awake
by Doiffy and peevish chudren.
]Cbln0ta*s only zesooroe in those timeB was Uttle Antan^
140 THE JX7KOLB
indeed, it would be hard to say how thej could hare gotten
along at all if it had not been for little Antanas. It was
the one consolation of Jurgis's long imprisonment that
now he had time to look at his baby, Teta Elzbieta
would put the clothes-basket in which the baby slept
alongside of his mattress, and Jurgis would lie upon one
elbow and watch him by the hour, imagming things.
Then little Antanas would open his eyes — he was begin-
ning to take notice of things now ; and he would smile —
how he would smile t So Jurgis would begin to forget
and be happy, because he was in a world where there waa
a thing so beautiful as the smile of little Antanas, and
because such a world could not but be good at the heart
of it. He looked more like his father every hour, Elzbieta
would say, and said it many times a day, because she saw
that it pleased Jurgis; the poor little terror-stricken
woman was planning all day and all night to soothe the
prisoned giant who was intrusted to her care. Jurgis,
who knew nothing about the age-long and everlastmff
hypocrisy of woman, would take the bait and grin with
deUght; and then he would hold his finger in front of
little Antanas's eyes, and move it this way and that, and
laugh with glee to see the baby follow it. There is no
Jet (juite so fascinating as a baby; he would look into
urns's face with such uncanny seriousness, and Jargia
woind start and cry : ^PdHaukt Look, Muma, he knows
his papa I He does, he does I T%k tnano mirdeU^ the 111
rascal l**
CHAPTER Xn
Fob three weeks after his injury Jurgis never got np
from bed. It was a yery obstinate sprain ; the swelling
would not go down, and the pain still continued. At the
end of that time, however, he could contain himself no
longer, and began trying to walk a little everv day, labor-
ing to persuade himself uiat he was better, ifo areuments
eould stop him, and three or four days later he declared
that he was goin^ back to work. He limped to the cars
and ^ot to Browir s, where he found that the boss had kept
his ^ace — that is, was wilUng to turn out into the snow
the poor devil he had hired in the meantime. Every now
and then the pain would force Jurgis to stop work, but he
stuck it out till nearly an hour before closing. Then ho
was forced to aeknowledTO that he could not go on with«
out fainting ; it almost broke his heart to do it, and he
stood leaning against a pillar and weeping like a child.
Two of the men had to help him to the car, and when he
got out he had to sit down and wait in the snow till some
one came along.
So they put him to bed again, and sent for the doctor, as
tbey oucfht to have done in the bennning. It transpired
tiiat he nad twisted a tendon out of place, and could never
have gotten well without attention. Then he gripped the
•ides of the bed, and shut his teeth together, and turned
white with agony, while the doctor pmled and wrenched
away at his swollen ankle. When finally the doctor left,
he told him that he would have to lie quiet for two months,
and that if he went to work before that time he might lame
himself for life.
Three days later there came another heavy snow-storm,
andJonas aiid Marija and Ona and little Stamslovas all set
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out together, an hour before daybreak, to try to get to tide
yards. Aboat noon the last two came back, the boy scream*
ing with pam. His fingers were all frosted, it seemed.
They had had to giye up trying to get to the yards, and
had nearly perished in a drift. All that they knew how
to do was to hold the frozen fingers near the fire, and
so little Scanisloyas spent most of the day dancing about
in horrible agony, till Jurgis flew into a passion of neryous
rage and swore like a madman, declaring that he would
kill him if he did not stop. All that day and night the
family was half -crazed with fear that Ona and the boy had
lost their places ; and in the morning^ they set out earlier
than eyer, after the little fellow had been beaten with a
stick by Jurgis. There could be no trifling in a case like
this, it was a matter of life and death ; little Stanisloyas
could not be expected to realise that he might a great deal
better freeze in the snow-drift than lose his job at the lard-
machine. Ona was quite certain that she would find her
place gone, and was all unneryed when she finally got to
Brown's, and found that the forelady herself had failed to
come, and was therefore compelled to be lenient.
One of the consequences of this episode was that the
first joints of three of the little boy's fingers were perma-
nently disabled, and another that thereafter he always had
to be beaten before he set out to work, wheneyer there
was fresh snow on the ground. Jur^s was called upon to
do the beating, and as it hurt his foot he did it with a
yengeance ; but it did not tend to add to the sweetness of
his temper. They say that the best dog will turn cross
if he be kept chained all the time, and it was the same
with the man ; he had not a thing to do all day but lie and
curse his fate, and the time came when he wanted to curse
eyerything.
This was neyer for yery long, howeyer, for when Ona
began to cry, Jurgis could not stay angry. The poor fel-
low looked like a homeless ghost, with his cheeks sunken
in and his long black hair straggling into his eyes ; he was
too discouraged to cut it, or to think about his appearance.
His muscles were wasting away, and what were left were
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soft and flabby. He had no appetite, and thej conld not
afford to tempt him with delicacies. It was better, he said,
that he should not eat, it was a saving. About the end of
March he had got hold of Ona's bai^-book, and learned
that there was only three dollars left to them in the
world.
But perhaps the worst of the consequences of this long
siege was that they lost another mem ber of their family ;
Brother Jonas disappeared. One Saturday night he did
not come home, and thereafter all their efforts to get trace
of him were futile. It was said by the boss at Durham's
that he had gotten his week's money and left there. That
might not be true, of course, for sometimes they would say
that when a man had been killed ; it was the easiest way
out of it for all concerned. When, for instance, a man had
fallen into one of the rendering tanks and had been made
into pure leaf lard and peerless fertilizer, there was no use
letting the fact out and making his family unhappy.
More probable, however, was the theory that Jonas had
deserted them, and gone on the road, seeking happiness.
He had been discontented for a long time, and not with-
out some cause. He paid good board, and was yet obliged
to live in a family where nobody had enough to eat. And
Marija would keep giving them all her money, and of
course he could not but feel that he was called upon to do
the same. Then there were crying brats, and all sorts of
misery ; a man would have had to be a good deal of a hero
to stand it all without gprumbling, and Jonas was not in
the least a hero — he was simply a weather-beaten old
fellow who liked to have a good supper and sit in the
comer by the fire and smoke his pipe in peace before he
went to bed. Here there was not room by the fire, and
through the winter the kitchen had seldom been warm
enou^ for comfort. So, with the springtime, what was
more ii^oly than that the wild idea of escaping had come
to him ? Two years he had been yoked like a horse to a
half-ton truck in Durham's dark cellars, with never a rest,
save on Sundays and four holidays in the year, and vdth
never a word of thanks — only kicks and blows and curses.
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aach as no dooent dog would hare stood. And now the
winter was over, and the sprin? winds were blowing—
and with a day's walk a man might put the smoke of Pack-
ingtown behind him forever, and be where the grass was
green and the flowers all the colors of the rainbow t
But now the income of thQ family was cut down more
than one-third, and the food*demand was cut only one-
eleventh, so that they were worse off than ever. Alse
they were borrowing mone^ from Marija, and eating up
her bank-account, and spoiling once again her hopes of
marriage and happiness. And thev were even going into
debt to Tamoszius Kuszleika and letting him impoverish
himself. Poor Tamoszius was a man without any relar
tives, and with a wonderful talent besides, and he ought
to have made money and prospered ; but he had fallen ia
love, and so ^ven hostages to fortune, and was doomed
to be dragged down too.
So it was finally decided that two more of the childrea
would have to leave schooL Next to Stanislovas, who
was now fifteen, there was a girl, little Eotrina, who was
two years younger, and then two boys, Vilimas, who was
eleven, and Nikalojus, who was ten. Both of these last
were bright boys, and there was no reason why their family
should starve when tens of thousands of children no older
were earning their own livings. So one morning they
were given a quarter apiece and a roll with a sausage in it.
uid, with their minds top-heavy with good advice, were
sent out to make their way to the city and learn to sell
newspapers. They came back late at night in tears, hav-
ing^ walked the five or six miles to report that a man had
OTOred to take them to a place where they sold newspapers,
and had taken their money and gone into a store to get
them, and nevermore been seen. So they both received a
whipping, and the next morning set out again. This
time they found the newspaper place, and procured their
stock ; and after wandering about till nearly noontime,
saying ** Paper ?** to every one they saw, they had all
their stock taken away and received a thrashing besides
from a big newsman upon whose territory they nad trea-
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paawd* Fortnnatelj, howover, tfaej Iiad alreadj sold
some papers, and came back with nearly as mush as ihej
started, with.
After a week of mishaps snch as these, the two little
fellows began to learn the ways of the trade, — the names
of the different papers, and how many of each to get, and
what sort of people to offer them to, and where to go and
where to stay away from. After this, leaving home at
four o*clock in the morning, and running about the streetSt
first with momine papers and then with evening, they
might come home Iftte at night with twenty or thirty cents
apiece — possibly as much as forty cents. From this they
liad to deduct their car-fare, since the distance was so
great ; but after a while they made friends, and learned
still more, and then they would save their car-fare. They
would ^et on a car when the conductor was not looking,
and hide in the crowd ; and three times out of four he
would not ask for their fares, either not seeing them, or
thinking they had already paid ; or if he did ask, they
would hunt through their pockets, and then begin to cry,
and either have their fares paid by some kind old lady, or
else try the trick ^^ on a new car. AU this was fair
play, they felt. Whose fault was it that at the hours
when workingmen were going to their work and back, the
cars were so crowded that the conductors could not collect
all the fares 7 And besides, the companies were thieves,
people said — had stolen all their franchises with the help
•f scoundrelly politicians I
Now that the winter was by, and there was no more
danger of snow, and no more coal to buy, and another
room warm enough to put the children into when they
cried, and enough money to get along from week to weeK
with, Jurgis was less terrible than he had been. A man
can get used to anything in the course of time, and Jurgis
had gotten used to lying about the house. Ona saw tms,
and was very careful not to destroy his peace of mind, by
letting him know how very much pain she was suffering.
It was now the time of the spring rains, and Ona hM
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often to ride to her work, in spite of the ezj^nse ; she was
getting paler every day, and sometimes, in spite of her
Kood resolutions, it pained her that Jurgis did not notice
it. She wondered if he cared for her as much as ever, if
iJl this misery was not wearing out his love. She had
to be away from him all the time, and bear her own
troubles while he was bearing his i and then, when she
came home, she was so worn out ; and whenever they
talked they had only their worries to talk of — ^^nily it
was hard, in such a lue, to keep any sentiment alive. The
woe of this would flame up in Ona sometimes — at night
she would suddenly dasp her big husband in her arms and
break into passionate weeping, demanding to know if he
really lovea her. Poor Jurgis, who had in truth grown
more matter-of-fact, under tne endless pressure of penury,
would not know what to make of these things, ana could
only try to recollect when he had last been cross ; and so
Ona would have to forgive him and sob herself to sleep.
The latter part of April Jurgis went to see the doctor*
and was given a bandage to la^ about his ankle, and told
that he might eo back to work. It needed more than the
permission of tiie doctor, however, for when he showed up
on the killing-floor of Brown's, he was told by the foreman
that it had not been possible to keep his job for him.
Jurgis knew that this meant simply that the foreman had
found some one else to do the worK as well and did not want
to bother to make a change. He stood in the doorway*
looking^ mournfully on, seeing his friends and companions
at worK, and feeling like an outcast. Then he went out
and took his place with the mob of the unemployed.
This time, however, Jurgis did not have the same fine con*
fidence, nor the same reason for it. He was no longer the
finest-looking man in the throne, and the bosses no longer
made for him; he was thin and haggard, and his clothes
were seedy, and he looked miseraUe. And there were
hundreds who looked and felt just like him, and who had
been wanderinp^ about Packingtown for months begging
for work. This was a critical time in Jurgis^s life, and u
\ie had been a weaker man ho would have gone the way
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the rest did* Those out-of-work wretches would stand
about the packing-houses every morning till the police
drove them away, and then they would scatter among the
saloons. Very few of them had the nerve to face the re*
buffs tiiat they would encounter by trying to get into tne
building to interview the bosses; if they did not get a
chance in the morning, there would be nothing to do but
hang about the saloons the rest of the day and night.
Jurgis was saved from all this — partly, to be sure, be-
cause it was pleasant weather, and there was no need to be
indoors ; but mainly because he carried with him alwavs
the pitiful little face of his wife. He must get work, he
told himself, fighting the battle with despair every hour of
the day. He must get work t He must have a place
again and some money saved up, before the next winter
came.
But there was no work for him. He sought out all the
members of his union— Jurgis had stuck to the union
through all this — and begged them to speak a word for
him. He went to every one he knew, asking for a chance,
there or anywhere. He wandered all day through the
buildings ; and in a week or two, when he had been all
over the yards, and into every room to which he had
access, and learned that there was not a job anywhere, he
persuaded himself that there might have been a change
in the places he had first visited, and began the round all
over; till finally the watchmen and the ^^ spotters ^ of the
companies came to know him by sight and to order him
out with threats. Then there was nothing more for him
to do but go with the crowd in the morning, and keep
in the front row and look eager, and when he failed, go
back home, and play with little Kotrina and the baby.
The peculiar bitterness of all this was that Jurgis saw
so plainly the meaning of it. In the begiuning he had
been fresh and strong, and he had gotten a job the first
day; but now he was second-hand, a damaged article, so to
speak, and they did not want him. They nad got the best
out of him, — they had worn him out, with their speeding-
up and their oarelesHuess, and now they had thrown him
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awavl And Jorgis would make the aoqnaintanoe of oiheza
of these unemployed men and find wkt they had idl had
the same experienoe. There were some, of course, who
had wandered in from other places, who had been ground
up in other mills ; there were others who were out from
their own fault— • some, for instance, who had not been
able to stand the awful grind without drink. The vast
majority, however, were simply the worn-out parts of the
great merciless packing-machine; they had toiled there,
and kept up with the pace, some of them for ten or twenty
▼ears, until finally the time had come when they could not
Keep up with it any more* Some had been frankly told
that they were too old, that a sprier man was needed;
others had given occasion, by some act of carelessness or
incompetence ; with most, however, the occasion had been
the same as with Jurgis. They had been overworked and
underfed so long, and finally some disease had laid them on
their backs; or they had cut themselves, and had blood-
poisoning, or met with some other accident. When a man
came ba^ after that, he would get his place back only by
the courtesy of the boss. To tms there was no exception,
save when the accident was one for which the firm was
liable; in that case they would send a slippery lawyer to
see him, first to try to get him to sign away his claims, but
if he was too smart for that, to promise him that he and
his should always be provided with work. This promise
they would keep, strictly and to the letter— for two years.
Two ^ears was the ^statute of limitations,'* and after that
the victim could not sue.
What happened to a man after any of these things, all
depended upon the circumstances. If he were of the highly
denied workers, he would probably have enough saved up
to tide him over. The best-paid men^ the *^ splitters,
made fifty cents an hour, which would be five or six dollars
a day in the rush seasons, and one or two in the dullest.
A man could live and save on that; but then there were
only half a dozen splitters in each place, and one of them
that Jurgis knew had a family of twenty-two children, all
hofiiiig to grow up to be splitters like tbeir father. Vox
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ma unskilled man who made ten dollars a week in the
rush seasons and five in the dull, it all depended npon his
age and the number he had dependent npon him. An un-
married man ooold save, if he did not drink, and if he was
absolutely selfish — that is, if he paid no heed to the
demands of his old parents, or of his little brothers and
sisters, or of anj other relatives he might have, as well as
of the members of his union, and his chums, and the
people who might be starving to death next door.
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CHAPTER XIII
DuBiKG this time that Jurgis was looking for work oc-
curred the death of little Knstoforas, one of the children
of Teta Elzbieta. Both Kristoforas and his brother,
Juozapas, were cripples, the latter having lost one leg by
haying it run over, and Kristoforas having congenital dis*
location of the hip, which made it impossible for him ever
to walk. He was the last of Teta Elzbieta's children, and
perhaps he had been intended by nature to let her know
that she had had enouc^h. At any rate he was wretchedly
sick and undersized ; he had the rickets, and though he
was over three years old, he was no bigger than an ordi-
nary child of one. All day long he would crawl around the
floor in a filthv little dress, wmning and fretting ; because
the floor was full of draughts he was al^'^s catchin? cold,
and snuffline because ms nose ran. Tnis made nim a
nuisance, and a source of endless trouble in the family.
For his mother, with unnatural perversity, loved him Ix^
of all her children, and made a perpetual fuss over him — -
Would let him do anything undisturbed, and would burst
into tears when his fretting drove Jurgis wild.
And now he died. Perhaps it was the smoked sausage
he had eaten that momine — which may have been made
out of some of the tubercular pork that was condemned as
Hnfit for export. At any rate, an hour after eatine it, the
child had begun to cry with pain, and in another hour he
was roUine about on the noor in convulsions. Little
Kotrina, who was all alone with him, ran out screaminp^
for heh>, and after a while a doctor came, but not until
Kristoforas had howled his last howl. No one was really
sorry about this except poor Elzbieta, who was inconsol-
able. Jurgis announced that so far as he was concerned
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he faced in dread the prospect of reaching the lowest
There is a place that waits for the lowest man ~ the fer-
tilizer-plant I
The men would talk about it in awe-stricken whispers.
Not more than one in ten had ever really tried it ; the
other nine had contented themselves with hearsay evi-
dence and a peep through the door. There were some
thin^ worse than even starving to death. They would
ask Jurgis if he had worked there yet, and if he meant to ;
and Jureis would debate the matter with himself. As
poor as uiey were, and making all the sacrifices that they
were, would he dare to refuse any sort of work that was
offered to him, be it as horrible as ever it could ? Would
he dare to go home and eat bread that had been earned
by Ona, vreSk. and complaining as she was, knowing that
he had been given a chance, and had not had the nerve
to take it ?— - And yet he might argue that way with him-
self all day, and one crlimpse into the fertilizer- works would
seod him away agaiE sheering. He was a man, and ho
would do his dut^ ; he went and made application-— but
surely he was not also reouired to hope for success !
The fertilizer-works of Durham's lay away from the rest
of the plant. Few visitors ever saw them, and the few
who did would come out looking like Dante, of whom the
peasants declared that he had b^n into helL To this part
of the yards came all the ^tankage,** and the waste prod-
ucts of all sorts; here they dried out the bones, — and in
suffocating cellars where the daylight never came you
mi^ht see men and women and cmldren bending over
whirling machines and sawing bits of bone into all sorts of
shapes, breathing their lunn full of the fine dust, and
doomed to die, every one of them, within a certain defi-
nite time. Here thev made the blood into albumen, and
made other foul-smelling things into things still more
f oul-0melling< In the corridors and caverns where it was
done yon might lose yourself as in the great caves of
Kentucky, u the dust and the steam the dectrio lights
would shine like &r-off twinkUng stars — red and Uue-
green and purple stanii according to tiie oolor of the mist
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the child would have to be buried by the city, since they
had no money for a funeral ; and at this the poor woman
almost went out of her senses, wringing her hands and
screaming with grief and despair. Her child to be buried
in a pauper's grave I And her stepdaughter to stand by
and hear it said without protesting I It was enough to
make Ona's father rise up out of Im grave to rebuke her I
If it had come to this, they might as well give up at once,
and be buried all of them together I • • . In the end
Marija said that she would help with ten dollars; and
Jurgis being still obdurate, Elzbieta went in tears and
begged the money from the neighbors, and so little Kristo-
foras had a mass and a hearse with white plumes on it,
and a tiny plot in a graveyard with a wooden cross to
mark the place. The poor mother was not the same for
months after that ; the mere sight of the floor where little
Kristoforas had crawled about would make her weep.
He bad never had a fair chance, poor little fellow, she
would say. He had been handicapped from his birth. If
only she had heard about it in time, so that she might
have had that great doctor to cure him of his lameness I
• • . Some time ago, Elzbieta was told, a Chicago billion-
naire had paid a fortune to bring a great European surgeon
over to cure his little daughter of the same disease
from which Kristoforas had suffered. And because this
surgeon had to have bodies to demonstrate upon, he an-
nounced that he would treat the children of the poor, a
piece of mamanimity over which the papers became quite
eloquent. Elzbieta, alas, did not read the papers, and no
one had told her ; but perhaps it was as well, for just then
they would not have had the car-fare to spare to go every
day to wait upon the surgeon, nor for tnat matter any-
body with the time to take the child.
All this while that he was seeking for work, there was a
dark shadow banging over Jurgis; as if a savage beast were
lurldng somewhere in the pathway of his life, and he knew
it, and yet could not help approachingthe place. There
are all stages of being out of work in x^ackingtown, and
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and the brew from which it came. For the odors in these
ghastly charnel-houses there may be words in Lithuanian,
but there are none in English. The person entering
would have to summon his courage as for a cold-water
plunge. He would go on like a man swimming under
water; he would put his handkerchief over his face, and
beg^ to cough aDct choke ; and then, if he were still obsti«
nate, he would find his head beginning to ring, and the
▼eins in his forehead to throb, imtil finally he would be
assailed by an oyerpowering blast of ammonia fumes,
and would turn and run lor his life, and come out
half-dazed.
On top of this were the rooms where they dried the
^ tankage,'* the mass of brown stringy stuff that was left
after the waste portions of the carcasses had had the lard
and tallow tried out of them. This dried material they
would then grind to a fine powder, and after they had
mixed it up well with a mysterious but inoffenfflye
brown rock which they brought in and nound up by the
hundreds of carloads for that purpose, the substance was
ready to be put into bags and sent out to the world as any
one of a hundred different brands of standard bone-phos-
^late. And then the farmer in Maine or California or
Texas would buy this, at say twenty-fiye dollars a ton,
and plant it with his com ; and for several days after the
operation the fields would have a strong odor, and the
ntrmer and his wagon and the very horses that had
hauled it would all have it too. In Packingtown the
fertilizer is pure, instead of being a flavoring, and instead
of a ton or so spread out on several acres under the open
sky, there are hundreds and thousands of tons of it in one
bmlding, heaped here and there in haystack piles, cover-
ing the floor several inches deep, and filling the air with a
choking dust that becomes a blinding sand-storm when the
wind stirs.
It was to this building that Jurgis came daily, as if
dragged by an unseen hand. The month of May was an
exceptionally cool one, and his secret prayers were granted ;
but early in June there oame a reoord-breaking hot spelU
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and after that there were men wanted in the fertilizev-
mili.
The boss of the ninding room had come to know Jurgis
by this time, and nad marked him for a likely man ; and
so when he came to the door about two o'clock this breath-
less hot day, he felt a sudden spasm of pain shoot through
him — the boss beckoned to him I In ten minutes more
Jurc^ had pulled off his coat and overshirt, and set his
teeth together and gone to work. Here was one more
difficulty for him to meet and conquer I
His labor took him about one minute to learn. Before
him was one of the vents of the mill in which the fertilizer
was being ground — rushing forth in a great brown river,
with a spray of the finest dust flung forth in clouds. Jurgis
was given a shovel, and along with half a dozen others it
was his task to shovel this fertilizer into carts. That
others were at work he knew bv the sound, and by the
fact that he sometimes collided with them; otherwise
they might as well not have been there, for in the blind-
ing dus^torm a man could not see six feet in front of his
face. When he had filled one cart he had to grope around
him until another came, and if there was none on hand he
continued to gprope till one arrived. In five minutes he
was, of course, a mass of fertilizer from head to feet ; they
gave him a sponge to tie over his mouth, so that he could
breathe, but the sponge did not prevent his lips and eye-
lids from caking up with it and ms ears from mling soud*
He looked like a brown ghost at twilight — from hair to
shoes he became the color of the buil(un^ and of every-
thing in it, and for that matter a hundred yards outside
it. The building had to be left open, and when the
wind blew Durham and Company lost a great deal of
fertilizer.
Working in his shirt-sleeves, and with the thermometer
at over a hundred, the phosphates soaked in through evenr
pore of Jurgis's skin, and in five minutes he had a heaa*
ache, and in fifteen was almost dazed. The blood was
poundine in his brain like an engine's throbbing ; there
was a frightful pain in the top of his skulL and he could
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hardly control his hands. Still, with the memory of his
four months' siege behind him, he f onght on, in a frenzy
of determination ; and half an hour later he began to
vomit — he vomited until it seemed as if his inwards most
be torn into shreds. A man could get used to the ferti*
lizer-mill, the boss had said, if he would only make up his
mind to it ; but Jiirgis now began to see that it was a
question of making up his stomach*
At the end of that day of horror, he could scarcely
stand. He had to catch himself now and then, and lean
against a building and get his bearings. Most of the
men, when they came out, made straight for a saloon —
they seemed to olace fertilizer and rattlesnake poison in
one class. But jurgis was too HI to think of drinking—
he could only make his way to the street and stagger on to
a car. He nad a sense of humor, and later on, when he
became an old hand, he used to think it fun to board a
street-car and see what happened. Now, however, he was
too ill to notice it — how the people in the car began to
gasp and sputter, to put their han(£kerchief s to their nosesi
and transfix him with furious glances. Jurgis only knew
that a man in front of him immediately got up and gave
him a seat ; and that half a minute later me two people on
each side of him got up ; and that in a full minute the
crowded car was nearly empty-* those jpassengers who
could not get room on the platform having gotten out
to walk.
Of course Jurgis had made his home a miniature ferti-
lizer-mill a minute after entering. The stuff was half an
inch deep in his skin — his whole system was full of it,
anil it would have taken a week not merely of scrubbing,
but of vigorous exercise, to get it out of him. As it was,
he could be compared with nothing known to men, save
that newest discovery of the savants, a substance which
emits energy for an unlimited time, without being itself
in the least diminished in power. He smelt so mat he
made all the food at the table taste, and set the whole
fiunily to vomiting ; for himself it was three days before
he ooold keep anything upon liis stomach— he might
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wash his hands, and use a knife and fork, but were not hit
mouth and throat filled with the poison ?
And still Jurgis stuck it out I In spite of splitting
headaches he would stagger down to the plant and take
up his stand once more, and begin to shovel in the blinding
clouds of dust. And so at the end of the week he was a
fertilizer-man for life — he was able to eat aeain, and
though his head never stopped aching, it ceased to be so
bad that he could not work.
So there passed another summer. It was a summer of
prosperity, all over the country, and the country ate gen-
erously of packing-house proaucts, and there was plenty
of work for all the family, in spite of the packers* efforts
to keep a superfluitv of htbor. They were again able to
pay their deots and to begin to save a litUe sum ; but
there were one or two sacrifices they considered too heavy
to be made for long — it was too bad that the boys
should have to sell papers at their age. It was utterly
useless to caution them and plead with them ; quite with-
out knowing it, they were taking on the tone oi their new
environment. They were learnine to swear in voluble
English ; they were learning to pick up cigarnstumps and
smoke them, to pass hours of Uieir time gambling with
pennies and dice and cigarette-cards ; they were learning
the location of all the houses of prostitution on the
^ Levee,'' and the names of the " madames *^ who kept
them, and the days when they mve their state banquets,
which the police captains and the big poUticians all
attended. If a visiting ^ country-customer ^ were to ask
them, they could show him which was ^Hinkydink^s**
famous saloon, and could even point out to him by name
the different gamblers and thugs and ^hold-up men*' who
made the pk^ their headquarters. And worse yet, the
boys were getting out of the habit of coming home at
night. What was the use, they would ask, of wasting
time and energy and a possible car-fare riding out to the
stockvards every night when the weather was pleasant
and tney could crawl under a truck or into an emptj doot'
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way and sleep exactly as well ? So long as they brought
home a half dollar for each day, what mattered it when
they brought it 7 But Jurgis aeclared that from this to
ceasing to come at all would not be a very lon^ step, and
so it was decided that Vilimas and Nikalojus should
return to school in the fall, and that instead Elzbieta
should go out and get some work, her place at home being
taken by her younger daughter.
Little Kotrina was like most children of the poor, pre«
maturely made old; she had to take care of her little
brother, who was a cripple, and also of the baby ; she
had to cook the meals and wash the dishes and clean
house, and have supper ready when the workers came
home in the evening. She was only thirteen, and small
for her age, but she did all this without a murmur ; and
her mother went out, and after trudging a couple of days
about the yards, settled down as a servant of a ^ sausage-
machine.^
Elzbieta was used to working, but she found this change
S hard one, for the reason that she had to stand motionless
upon her feet &om seven o'clock in the mominj? till half-
past twelve, and again from one till half -past nve. For
the first few days it seemed to her that she could not stand
it— she suffered almost as much as Jurgis had from the
fertilizer, and would come out at sundown with her head
&irly reeling. Besides this, she was working in one of
the dark holes, by electric light, and the dampness, too,
was deadly •» there were always puddles of water ou the
floor, and a sickening odor of moist flesh in the room.
The people who worked here followed the ancient custom
of nature, whereby the ptarmigan is the color of dead
leaves in the fall and of snow in the winter, and the cha-
meleon, who is black when he lies upon a stump and turns
green when he moves to a leaf. The men and women who
worked in this department were precisely the color of the
^ fresh country sausage '* they made.
The sausage-room was an interesting place to visit, for
two or three minutes, and provided that you did not look
at the people ; the machines were perhaps the most wonder*
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ful things in the entire plant. Presumably sausages were
once chopped and stu£Fed by hand, and if so it woidd be
interesting to know how many workers had been displaced
by these inventions. On one side of the room were the
hoppers, into which men shovelled loads of meat and
wheelbarrows full of spices; in these great bowls were
whirling knives that made two thousand revolutions a
minute, and when the meat was ground fine and adidter-
ated with potato-flour, and well mixed with water, it was
forced to the stuffing-machines on the other side of the
room. The latter were tended by women; there was a
sort of spout, like the nozzle of a hose, and one of the
women would take a long string of "casing'* and put the
end over the nozzle and then work the whole thing on, as
one works on the finger of a tight glove. This string
woidd be twenty or thirty feet long, but the woman
would have it all on in a ji£^; and when she had several
on, she would press a lever, and a stream of sausage-meat
woidd be shot out, taking the casing with it as it came.
Thus one might stand and see appear, miraculously bom
from the machine, a wriggling snake of sausage of incred-
ible length. In front was a big pan which caught these
creatures, and two more women who seized them as fast
as they appeared and twisted them into links. This was
for the uninitiated the most perplexing work of all; for
all that the woman had to give was a single turn of the
wrist; and in some way she contrived to give it so that
instead of an endless chain of sausages, one after another,
there grew under her hands a bundi of strings, all dan-
gling from a single centre. It was quite like the feat of a
prestidigitator — for the woman worked so fast that the
^e coidd literally not follow her, and there was only a
mist of motion, and tan^e after tangle of sausages appear-
ing. In the midst of the mist, however, the visitor would
suddenly notice the tense set face, with the two wrinkles
graven in the forehead, and the ghastly pallor of the
dieeks; and then he would sudd^y recollect that it
was time he was going on. The woman dkl not go on;
sbe stayed right there — hour after hour, day after day»
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159
year after year, twisting sausage-links and racing with
death. It was piece-work» and she was apt to have a
family to keqp alive; and stem and ruthless eoonomic
laws had arranged it that she could only do this by woric-
iog just as she did, with all her soul upon her work, and
with never an instant for a stance at the well-diessed
ladies and gentlemen who came to stare at her, as at some
wild beast in a menagerie.
1
CHAPTER XIV
With one member trimminfi^ beef in a oanneiy^ and
another working in a sausage lactoTj^ the family had a
first-hand knowledge of the great majority of racking-
town swindles. For it was uie custom, as they found,
whenever meat was so spoiled that it could not be used
for anything else, either to can it or else to chop it up
into sausage. With what had been told them by Jona8»
who had worked in the pickle-rooms, they could now
study the whole of the spoiled-meat industry on tiie
inside, and read a new and grim meaning into^hat old
Packingtown jest,—- that they use everytmng of the pig
except the squeal.
Jonas had told them how the meat that was taken out
of pickle would often be found sour, and how they would
rub it up with soda to take away the smell, and sell it to
be eaten on free-lunch counters ; also of all the miracles
of chemistry which they performed, giving to any sort of
meat, fresh or salted, whole or chopped, any color and
any flavor and any odor they chose. In the pickling of
hams they had an ingenious apparatus, by which Uiey
saved time and increased the capacity of the plant— a
machine consisting of a hollow needle attacned to a
pump ; by plunging this needle into the meat and work*
mg with his foot, a man could fill a ham with pickle in a
few seconds. And yet, in spite of this, there would be
hams found spoiled, some of them with an odor so bad
that a man could hardly bear to be in the room with them.
To pump into these the packers had a second and much
stronger pickle which destroyed the odor — a process
Imown to the workers as ^giving them thirty per cent."
Also, after the hams had been smoked, there would be
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found some that had gone to the bad. Formerly these
had been sold as ^Nomber Three Grade, but later on
some ingenious perspn had hit upon a new device, and
now they would extract the bone, about which the bad
part generally la^, and insert in the hole a white-hot iron.
After this invention there was no longer Number One, Two,
and Three Grade— there was only Number One Grade.
The packers were always originating such schemes — they
had what thev called ^ boneless hams," which were all the
odds and ends of pork stuffed into casing ; and ^ Cali*
fomia hams,** which were the shoulders, with big knuckle*
loints, and nearly all the meat cut out ; and fancy ^ skinned
hams,** which were made of the oldest hogs, whose skins
were so heavy and coarse that no one would buv them-*
that is, imtil thev had been cooked and chopped fine and
labelled ^ head cheese ** t
It was only when the whole ham was spoiled that it came
into the department of Elzbieta. Cut up by the two-
tiiousand*revolutions-a-minute flyers, and mixed with half
a ton of other meat, no odor that ever was in a ham could
make any difference. There was never the least attention
paid to what was cut up for sausage ; there would come
all the way back from Europe old sausage that had been
rejected, and that was mouldy and white-— it would be
dosed with borax and glycerine, and dumped into the
hoppers, and made over again for home consumption.
There would be mca.t that had tumbled out on the floor,
in the dirt and sawdust, where the workers had tramped
and spit uncounted billions of consumption germs. There
would be meat stored in great piles in rooms ; and the
water from leaky roofs woidd drip over it, and thousands
of rats would race about on it. It was too dark in these
storage places to see well, but a man could run his hand
over these piles of meat and sweep off handf uls of the
dried dung of rats. These rats were nuisances, and the
pacfceiB would put poisoned bread out for them; they
would die, and then rats, bread, and meat would go into
the hoppers toeether. Tbis is no fairy story and no joke ;
the meat would be shovelled into oart8» and the man who
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the shovelling would not trouble to lift out a rat evea
when he saw one— there were things that went into the
sausage in comparison with which a poisoned rat was a
tidbit. There was no place for the men to wash their
hands before they ate their dinner, and so they made a
practice of washing them in the water that was to be ladled
into the sausage. There were the butt-ends of smoked
meat, and the scraps of corned beef, and all the odds and
ends of the waste of the plants, that would be dumped
into old barrels in the cellar and left there. . Under the
system of rigid economy which the packers enforced,
tifiere were some jobs that it only paid to do once in a
long time, and among these was the cleaning out of the
waste-barrels. Every spring they did it; and in the
barrels would be dirt and rust and old nails and stale
water — and cart load after cart load of it would be taken
up and dumped into the hoppers with fresh meat, and sent
out to the public's breakfast. Some of it they would
make into *^ smoked** sausage— but as the smomng took
time, and was therefore expensive, they would call upon
their chemistry department, and preserve it with borax
and color it with gelatine to make it brown. All of their
sausage came out of the same bowl, but when they came
to wrap it the v would stamp some of it *^ special,'* and for
this they would charge two cents more a pound.
Such were the new surroundings in which Elzbieta was
Slaoed, and such was the work she was compelled to do*
t was stupefying, brutalizing work ; it left her no time
to think, no strength for anything. She was part of the
machine she tended, and every faculty that was not
needed for the machine was doomed to be crushed out of
existence. There was only one mercy about the cruel
grind — that it gave her the gift of insensibility. Little
by little she sank into a torpor-— she fell silent^ She
would meet Jurgis and Ona in the evening, and the three
would walk home together, often without saying a word.
Ona, too, was falling into a habit of silence — Ona, wh«
had once gone about singing like a bird. She was siok
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and miaerable, and often she would barely have strength
enough to dra^ herself home. And there they would eat
what they had to eat, and afterwards, because there was
only their misery to talk of, they would crawl into bed
and fskil into a stupor and never stir until it was time to
get up again, and dress by candle-lifi^ht, and go back to
the machines. They were so numbed that they did not
even suffer much from hunger, now; only the children
continued to fret when the food ran short.
Yet the soul of Chia was not dead — the souls of none
of them were dead, but only sleeping ; and now and then
they would waken, and tnese were cruel times. The
gates of memory would roll open — old joys would stretch
out their arms to them, old hopes and dreams would call
to them, and they would stir beneath the burden that lay
upon them, and feel its foreyer immeasurable weight,
lliey oould not eyen cry out beneath it ; but anguish
would seize them, more dreadful than the agony of death.
It was a thing scarcely to be spoken— -a thing never spoken
by all the world, that will aot know its own defeat.
They were beaten ; they had lost the game, they were
swept aside. It was not less tra^o because it was so
sormd, because that it had to do with wages and grocery
bills and rents. They had dreamed of freedom ; of a
chance to look about them and learn something ; to be
decent and clean, to see their child grow up to to strong.
And now it was all gone — it would never be I They
had played the game and they had lost. Six years more
of toil ihej had to face before they could expect the
least respite, the cessation of the payments upon the
house; and how cruelly certain it was that they could
never stand six years of such a life as they were living !
lliery were lost, they were going down — and there was
no aeliveranoe for them, no hope ; for all the help it gave
them the vast city in which they lived might have been
an ocean waste, a wilderness, a desert, a tomb. So often
this mood would come to Ona, in the night-time, when
sometUng wakened her ; she would lie, afraid Kd the beat*
ing of h^ own heart, fronting the Uood-red eyes of the
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old primeval (error of life. Once she cried alond, and woke
Jorgis, who was tired and cross. After that she learned to
weep silently — their moods so seldom came together now (
It was as if their hopes were buried in separate graves.
Jurgisy being a man, had troubles of his own. There
was another spectre following him. He had never spoken
of it, nor would he allow any one else to speak of it — he
had nev^r acknowledged its existence to himself. Yet the
battle with it took all the manhood that he had — and once
or twice, alas, a little more. Jurgis had discovered drink«
He was working in the steaming pit of hell ; day i^ter
day, week after week — until now there was not an organ
of nis body that did its work without pain, until the sound
of ocean breakers echoed in his head day and night, and
the buildings swayed and danced before him as he went
down the street. And from all the unending horror of
this there was a respite, a deliverance — he could drink I
He could forget the pain, he oould slip off the burden ; he
would see clearly asain, he would be master of his brain,
Df his thoughts, of Lis will. His dead self would stir in
1dm, and he would find himself laughing and cracking
jokes with his companions — he would be a man again,
and master of his life.
It was not an easy thins for Jurgis to take more than
two or three drinks. Witn the first drink he could eat a
meal, and he could persuade himself that that was econ-
omy ; with the second he could eat another meal — but
there would come a time when he could eat no more, and
then to pay for a drink was an unthinkable extravagance,
a defiance of the age-long instincts of his hunger-hauniksd
class. One day, however, he took the plunge, and drains
up all that he had in his pockets, and went home half
*^ piped," as the men phrase it. He was happier than he
had been in a year; and yet, because he knew that the
happiness would not last, ne was savage, too— with those
who would wreck it, and with the world, and with his
life ; and then again, beneath this, he was sick with the
shame of himself. Afterward, when he saw the despair of
his family, and reckoned up the money he had spent» the
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tears came into his eyes, and he began the long battle
with the spectre.
It was a battle that had no end, that never could have
one. But Jurffis did not realize that very clearly; he was
not given much time for reflection. He simply knew that
he was always fighting. Steeped in misery and despair
as he was, merely to walk down the street was to be put
upon the rack. There was surely a saloon on the corner—^
Eerhaps on all four corners, and some in the middle of the
lock as well; and each one stretched out a hand to him —
each one had a personality of its own, allurements unlike
any other. Going and coming — before sunrise and after
dark — there was warmth and a glow of light, and the
steam of hot food, and perhaps music, or a mendly face,
and a word of good cheer. Jurgis developed a fondness
for having Ona on his arm whenever he went out on the
street, and he would hold her tightly, and walk fast It
was pitiful to have Ona know of this — it drove him wild
to tmnk of it; the thing was not fair, for Ona had never
tasted drink, and so could not understand. Sometimes, in
desperate hours, he would find himself wishing that she
mififht learn what it was, so that he need not be ashamed
in ner presence. They might drink together, and escape
from the horror— escape for a while, come what would.
So there came a time when nearly all the conscious life
of Jurgis consisted of a struggle with the craving for
liquor. He would hav^ ugly moods, when he hated Ona
and the whole family, because they stood in his way. He
was a fool to have married; he had tied himself down,
had made himself a slave. It was all because he was a
married man that he was compelled to stay in the yards;
if it had not been for that he might have gone off like
Jonas, and to hell with the packers. There were few
single men in the fertilizer-mill — and those few were
working onlj for a chance to escape. Meantime, too, they
had something to think about while they worked, — they
had the memory of the last time they had been drunk, and
the hope ofi;he time when they would be drunk again. As
for Jurgis, h^ was expected to bring home every penny;
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he oonld not even go with the men at noon-time— -he wai
suppoeed to sit down and eat his dinner on a pile of ferti*
iizer dust*
This was not always his mood, of ooutse ; he still loved
his family. Bnt just now was a time of triaL Poor litde
Antanas, for instance — who had never failed to win him
with a smile — little Antanas was not smiling just now,
being a mass of fiery red pimples. He had had all the dis-
eases that babies are heir to, in quick succession, scarlet
fever, mumps, and whooping-cougn in the first year, and
now he was down with the meades. There was no one
to attend him but Kotrina ; there was no doctor to help
him, because they were too poor, and children did n(^
die of the measles — at least not often. Now and then
Kotrina would find time to sob over his woes, but for the
greater part of the time he had to be left alone, barricaded
upon the bed. The floor was full of draughts, and if he
caught cold he would die. At night he was tied down,
lest he should kick the covers off him« while the family
lay in their stupor of exhaustion. He would lie and scream
for hours, almost in convulsions ; and then, when he was
worn out, he would lie whimpering and wailing in his tor-
ment. He was burning up with fever, and h& eyes were
running sores; in the daytime he was a thing uncanny
and impish to behold, a plaster of pimples and sweat, a
great purple lump of misery.
Tet all this was not really as cruel as it sounds, for, sick
as he was, little Antanas '«f as the least unfortunate member
of that fkoiilv* He was quite able to bear his sufferings-^
it was as if ne had aU these complaints to show what a
prodigy of health ho was. He was the child of his parents*
youth and joy ; he grew up like the conjurer's rose budb,
and all the world was his oyster. In general, he toddled
around the kitchen all dav with a lean and hungry look —
the portion of the family s allowance that fell to him was
not enough, and he was unrestrainable in his demand for
more. Antanas was but little over a year old, and already
Qo one but his father could manage him.
It seemed as if he had taken all of his mother's strength
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^-had left nothine for those that might come after him.
Ona was with child again now, and it was a dreadful thing
to contemplate ; even Jurgis, dumb and despairing as he
was, could not but understand that yet other agonies were
on tiie way, and shudder at the thought of them.
For Ona was yisibly going to pieces. In the first place
she was developing a coug^ like the one that had killed
old Dede Antanas. She had had a trace of it ever since that
fatal morning when the greedv street-car corporation had
turned her out into the rain ; out now it was oeg^ning to
grow serious, and to wake her up at night. Even worse
than that was the fearful nervousness from which she suf •
fered ; she would have frightful headaches and fits of
aimless weeping ; and sometimes she would come home at
night shudaering and moaning, and would fiing herself
down upon the ^d and burst into tears. Several times
she was quite beside herself and hvsterical; and then
Jurgis would go half mad with frieht. Elzbieta would
expkdn to him that it could not be helped, that a woman
was subject to such things when she was pregnant; but
he was hardly to be persuMed, and would beg and plead to
know what had happened. She had never been tike this
before, he would areue — it was monstrous and nnthink*
able. It was the life she had to live, the accursed work
she had to do, that was killing her by inches. She was
not fitted for it — no woman was fitted for it, no
woman ought to be allowed to do such work ; if the
world could not keep them alive any other way it
ought to kill them at once and be done with it. They
ought not to marry, to have children; no workii^
man ought to marry — if he, Jur^is, had known what a
woman was like, he would have had Ids eyes torn out first.
So he would carry on, becoming half hysterical himself
which was an unbearable thing to see in a big man ; Ona
would pull herself together and fling herself into his arms,
b^fging him to stop, to be still, that she would be better,
it would be all right. So she would lie and sob out her
grief ui>on his shoulder, while he razed at her, as helpl<
as a wounded animal, the target oi unseen enemiea»
!
CHAPTER XV
The beginning of these perplexinjj ihin^ was in the
gammer ; and each time Ona woula promise him with
terror in her voice that it would not happen again — but
in vain. Each crisis would leave Jurgis more and more
frightened, more disposed to distrust Elzbieta's consola-
tions, and to believe that there was some terrible thing
about all this that he was not allowed to know. Once or
twice in these outbreaks he caught Ona's eye, and it
aeemed to him like the eye of a hunted animid; there
were broken phrases of anguish and despair now and then*
amid her frantic weeping. It was onl^ because he was
so numb and beaten himself that Jurgis did not worry
more about this. But he never thought of it, except whea
he was dragged to it — he lived like a dumb beast of bur-
den, knowing only the moment in which he was.
The winter was coming on again, more menacing and
cruel than ever. It was OctoSer, and the holiday rush
had begun. It was necessary for the packing-machines
to grind till late at night to provide food that would be
eaten at Christmas breakfasts ; and Marija and Elzbieta and
Chia, as part of the machine, began worKing fifteen or six-
teen hours a day. There was no choice about this — what*
ever work there was to be done they had to do, if they wished
to keep their places ; besides that, it added another pittance
to their incomes, so thev staggered on with the awful load*
They would start work every morning at seven, and eat
their dinners at noon, and then work until ten or eleveo
at night without another mouthful of food. Jurgis wanted
to wait for them, to help them home at night, but they
would not think of this ; the fertilizer-mill was not run*
ning overtime, and there was no place for him to wait save
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In a saloon. JEach would stagger out into the darkneS
and make heir way to the comer, where they met ; or ii
the others had already gone, would get into a car, and
begin a painful struggle to keep awake. When they got
home they were always too tired either to eat or to undress ;
they would crawl into bed with their shoes on, and lie like
logs. If thej should fail, they would certainly be lost ;
if they held out, they might have enough coal for the
winter.
A day or two before Thankseiving Day there came a
snowHstorm. It began in the afternoon, and by evening
two inches had fallen. Jurgis tried to wait for the women*
but went into a saloon to get warm, and took two drinks,
and came out and ran home to escape from the demon ;
there he lay down to wait for them, and instantly fell
asleep. When he opened his eyes again he was in the
midst of a nightmare, and found Elzbieta shaking him and
ciying out. At first he could not realize what she was
saying— Ona had not come home. What time was it, he
asked. It was morning — - time to be up. Ona had not
been home that night I And it was bitter cold, tod a foot
of snow on the ground.
Jurgis sat up with a start. Marija was crying with
fright and the children were wailing in sympathy— little
Stanisloyas in addition, because the terror of the snow was
upon him. Jurgis had nothing to put on but his shoes and
his coat, and in half a minute he was out of the door.
Then, howeyer, he realized that there was no need of
haste, that he had no idea where to go. It was still dark
as midnight, and the thick snowflakes were sifting
down — eyery thing was so silent that he could hear the
rustle of them as they fell. In the few secouds that he
stood there hesitating he was coyered white.
He set off at a run for the yards, stopping by the way
to inquire in the saloons that were open. Ona might haye
been oyercome on the way ; or else she mieht haye met
with an accident in the machines. When he got to the
place where she worked he inquired of one of tiie watch*
meii-— diere had not been any accident, so far aa thA \sAaDL
12
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THB JXrSOiLSt
^ heard. At the time-officet which he jfonnd alreaAf
open, the clerk told him that Ona's check hiid been tomea
in the night before, showing that she had left her work*
After that there was nothing for him to do bul wait|
racing back and forth in the snow, meantime , to keep from
neezing. Already the yards were full of activity ; cattle
were l^ing unloaded &om the oars in the , distance, and
across the way^ the ^ beef-lngmra ** were tc«iling in the
darkness, carrying two-hundrea-pound quarters of bullocks
into the refrigerator-cars. Before the hrst streaks of day«
light there came the crowding throiigs of workingmen,
ahivering, and swinging their mnner pails as they hurried
by. Jurgis took up his stand by the time-office window,
where alone there was light enough for him to see ; the
•now feU so thick that it was only oy peering closely that
he could make sure that Ona did not pass mm.
Seven o'clock came, the hour when the great packings
machine began to move. Jurcpis ought to have been at
his place in the f ertilizer-mill ; but instead he was waiting,
in an agony of fear, for Ona. It was fifteen minutes af t^
tiie hour when he saw a form emerge from the snow-mist,
and sprang toward it with a cry. It was she^ running
swiftly ; as she saw him, she staggered forward, and haQ
fell into his outstretched arms.
^What has been the matter?** he cried, anxiously.
•* Where have you been?'*
It was sevenu seconds before she oould get breath to
answer him. ^I couldn't get home,** she exclaimed. ^The
snow—- the oars had stopped.**
^But where were you then ?** he demanded.
**I had to go home with a friend,** she panted— *^ with
Jadvyga.**
Jurgis drew a deep breath ; but then he noticed that she
was sobbinff and trembling — as if in one of those nervous
crises that ne dreaded so. ^ But what's the matter ? " he
oried. ^ What has happened ? **
^ Oh, Juigis, I was so frightened I ** she said, clinging
to him wild^. *^ I have been so worried I **
They were near the time-stauon window, and people
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were staring at them. JargU led her away. ^ How do
you mean ? he asked, in perplexity.
*^I was afraid — I was just afraid I ** sobbed Ona. ^1
knew yon wouldn't know where I was, and I didn't know
what yon might do. I tried to get home, but I was so
tired. Oh, Jurgis, Jurgis I '*
He was eo glM to get her back that he could not think
clearly about anything else. It did not seem strange to
him that she should ro so very much upset ; all her fright
and incoherent protestations did not matter since he had
her back. He let her cry away her fears ; and then, be-
cause it was nearly ei^ht o'clock, and they would lose
another hour if they delayed, he left her at the packing-
house door, with h^ ghastly white face and her naunted
eyes of terror.
There was another brief interval. Christmas was al-
most come ; and because the snow still held, and tibo
searching cold, morning after morning Jurgis haJf carried
)us wife to her post, staggering with her through the dark-
ness ; until at last, one night, came the end.
It lacked but three days of the holidays. About mid-
night Marija and Elzbieta came home, exclaiming in alarm
when they found that Ona had not come. The two had
agreed to meet her ; and, after waiting, had gone to the
room where she worked, only to find that the ham- wrap-
ping girls had quit work an hour before, and left. There
was no snow that night, nor was it especially cold ; and
still Ona had not come I Something more serious must
be wrong this time.
They aroused Jurgis, and he sat up and listened crossly
to the story. She must have gone home again with Jad-
vyga, he said ; Jadvyga lived only two blocks from the
iaras, and perhaps she had been tired. Nothing could
ave happened to her — and even if there had, there was
nothing could be done about it untU morning. Jur^
ramed over in his bed, and was snoring again before uie
two had closed the door.
in the morning, however, he was up and out nearly an
172 THE JUKOLB
hour before the usaal time. Jadvjga HaToinkns lived cm
the other side of the yards, beyond Halsted Street, with
her mother aud sisters, in a single basement room — for
Mikolas had recently lost one hand from blood-poisoning,
and their marriage had been put off forever. Tne door of
the room was in the rear, reached by a narrow court, and
Jurgis saw a light in the window and heard something
frying as he passed ; he knocked, half expecting that Ona
would answer.
Instead there was one of Jadvyga^s uttle sisters, who
gazed at him through a crack in the door. ^Where's
Ona ? ** he demandra ; and the child looked at him in
perplexity. ^ Ona ? ^ she said.
** Yes,*' said Jurgis, ** isn't she here ? **
** No,*' said the child, and Jurgis gave a start. A mo*
ment later came Jadvyga, peering over the child's head.
When she saw who it was, she slid around out of sight,
for she was not quite dressed. Jurgis must excuse ner,
•he began, her mother was very ill
^Ona isn't here?" Jurgis demanded^ too alarmed to
wait for her to finish.
**Why, no," said Jadvym. **What made you think
ihe would be here ? Had soe said she was coming ? **
^No,** he answered. *^But she hasn't come nome--'
and I thought she would be here the same as before.*'
^ As before ? " echoed Jadvyga, in perplexity.
^ The time she spent the night here," said Jurgis.
^ There must be some mistake," she answered, quickly.
^ Ona has never spent the night here."
He was only half able to resize her words. •* Why —why
~ " he exclaimed. ^ Two weeks ago, Jadvyga 1 She told
me so — the night it snowed, and she could not get home."
^ There must be some mistake," declared the girl, again ]
^she didn't come here."
He steadied himself by the doornsill ; and Jadvyga iit
bar anxietv — for she was fond of Ona— * opened tiie door
wide, holdinff her jacket across her throat. ^Are you
sure vou di&'t misunderstand her?" she cried. ^She
\DQst nave meant wmewlMTO alia* She
THE JUNGLE ^73
«'She nid hero»'' inristed Joiffis. «Shetold me aU
•boat 700» and how yoa were, and what yon said. Are
yon anre ? Yon haven't forgotten ? Ton weren^t away?*'
**No^ no I ** ahe ezdaimed — and then came a peevish
Toioe— -^ Jadyrga, yon are giving the baby a cold« Shnt
the door I ** Jnrgis stood for huf a minnte more, stam*
mering his perplexity tbrongh an eighth of an inch ct
crock ; and then, as there was really nothing more to be
nid^ he excused himself and went away.
He walked on half dazed, without knowing where he
went. Ona had deceived bimi She had lied to himi
And what could it mean— where had she been? Where
was she now? He could hardly grasp the thing-— much
less try to solve it; but a huniuea wild surmises came to
' 'm, a sense of impending calamity overwhelmed hinu
Because there was nothing else to do, he went back to
the time-office to watch again. He waited until nearly an
hour after seven, and then went to the room where Ona
worked to make inquiries of One's ^ f orelady." The ^ fore-
lady ,** he found, had not yet come ; all the Imes of cars that
came from down-town were stalled — there had been an acci-
dent in the power-house, and no cars had been running
since last night. Meantime, however, the ham-wrappers
were working away, with some one else in charge cl
them. The eirl who answered Jurgis was buqr* and
as she talked me looked to see if she were being watched*
Then a man came up, wheeling a truck ; he ki^w Jurgis
for Ona's husband, and was curious about the mystery.
^Maybe the cars had something to do with it,*' he wag"
t{ested — ^ maybe she had gone down-town.**
^No,** said Jtugis, ^gj^^ never went down*iown.**
^Perhaps not,** said the man.
Jurgis tnought he saw him exchange a swift glance with
the girl as he spoke, and he demanded quickly, ^ What do
yon know about it ? **
But the man had seen that the boss was watching him ;
he started on again, pushing his truck. ^ I don't know
anything about it," ne saic^ over his shoulder^ **How
should I know where yoor wifo goes?**
174 THE .rXTNGLB
Then Jorgis went out agradn, and paced up and dowB
before the buUding. All the morning he stayed there,
with no thought of his work. About noon he went to
the police station to make inquiries, and then came back
again for another anxious vigil. Finally, toward the
middle of the afternoon, he set out for home once more»
He was walking out Ashland Avenue. The street-can
had begun running again, and several passed him, packed
to the steps with people. The sight of them set Jurgis
to thinking again of the man's sarcastic remark ; and ludf
involuntarily ne found himself watching the cars— with
the result that he gave a sudden stamed exclamationt
and stopped short in his tracks.
Then he broke into a run. For a whole block he tore
after the car, only a little ways behind. That rusty black
hat with the drooping red flower, it might not be Ona's,
but there was very litue likelihood of it. He would know
for certain very soon, for she would get out two blocks
ahead. He slowed down, and let the car go on.
She got out ; and as soon as she was out of sight on the
side stroet Juigb broke into a run. Suspicion was rife in
him now, and he was not ashamed to shadow her; he saw
her turn the comer near their home, and then he ran again,
and saw her as she went up the porch*steps of the house.
After that he turned bacl^ and tor five minutes paced up
and down, his hands clenched tightly and his lips set, hui
mind in a turmoiL Then he went home and entered* .
As he opened the door, he saw Elzbieta, who had also
been looking for Ona, and had come home again. She
was now on tiptoe, and had a finger on her lips. Jurgis
waited until she was close to him.
^ Don 't make any noise,^ she whisperedf hurriedly.
«" What's the matter? ** he asked.
^Ona is asleep,** she panted. ^She*8 been very ilL
Fm afraid her mind's been wandering, Jurgis. She was
lost on the street all night, and Tve only just suooeedad
in getting her quiet.*'
^ When did sne come in?** he asked*
^Sooii after yon kft this morning,** said Elsbiata.
THB JUNOLB 175
« And has she been out sinoe?"
*No, of coarse not. She's so weak, Jniffis, she
And he set his teeth hard together, ^loaare
me,** he said.
Elzbieta started, and tamed pale. ^ Why I " she gasped.
•• What do yoa mean? *•
Bat Jargis did not answer. He poshed her aside, and
strode to the bedroom door and opened it.
Ona was sitting on the bed. She tamed a startled look
npon hii^ as he entered. He closed the door in EIzbieta*s
foce, and went toward his wife. ^ Where have 70a been? "*
he demanded.
She had her hands clasped tightly in her lap, and he saw
that her face was as white as paper, and drawn with pain.
She rasped once or twice as she tried to answer him, and
tiien began, speaking low, and swiftly, ^ Jargis, I — I think
I have l^n oat d my mind. I started to come last night,
and I coald not find the way. I walked-^ I widkea aU
night, I think, and — and I onlyjgot home — this momin|^.**
^Ton needed a rest,** he saic^ in a hard tone. ^ Wny
didyon go oat again? ^
ne was looking her fairly in the face, and he coald read
the sadden fear and wild nncertainty that leaped into her
2es. ^I— I had to go to — to the store,** she gasped^
nost in a whisper, ^ I had to go——**
^ Yoa are lying to me,** said J argis.
Then he clenched his hands and took a step toward her.
^ Why do yoa lie to me? ** he cried, fiercely. ^ What are
yoa doinp^ that yoa have to lie to me? **
^ Jurns I ** she exdiumed, starting ap in fright. ^ Ok»
Jor^ns, now can yoa? **
^ loa have lied to me, I say I ** he cried* ^ Too told me
Toa had been to JadYyga*s hoase that other night, and yo«
hadn't. Ton had been where yoa were last night — some-
wheres down-town, for I saw yoa get off the car. Where
were you?**
It was as if he had stmck a knife into her. She seemed
to ffo all to pieces. For half a second she ptood, reeling
and swayiniir, staring at him with horror in her eyes ; thei^
176 THE JUKGIiB
with a cry of anguish, she tottered forward, crtretohing oat
her arms to him.
But he stepped aside, deliberately, and let her falL She
caught herseli at the side of the bed, and then sank dowot
burying her face in her hands and bursting into frantic
weeping.
There came one of those hysterical crises that had so
often dismayed him. Ona sobbed and wept, her fear and
anguish building themselves up into long climaxes. Furl*
ous ffusts of emotion would come sweeping over her, ahak*
ing her as the tempest shakes the trees upon the hills ; all
her frame would quiver and throb with them — it was as
if some dreadful thing rose up within her and took pos-
session of her, torturing her, tearing her. This thing had
been wont to set Jurgis quite beside himself ; but now
he stood with his lips set tightly and his hands dendied
— she might weep till she killed hersel£» but she should
not move him tnis time — not an inch, not an inch. Be*
cause the sounds she made set his blood to running cold
and his lips to quivering in spite of himself, he was glad
of the diversion when Teta Elzbieta, pale with fright»
opened the door and rushed in ; yet he turned upon her
with an oath. ^^Qo out!** he cried, *^go out I And
then, as sh^ stood hesitating, about to speak, he seized
her by the arm, and half flung her from the room, slam*
ming the door and bamne it with a table. Then he
turned again and faced Ona, crying — ^NoWf answer
mel"
Tet she did not hear him— she was still in the grip of
the fiend. Jur^ could see her outstretched hands, shak*
ing and twitchmg, roaming here and there over the bed
at will, like living things ; he could see convulsive shud*
derings start in ner wAy and run through her limbs.
She was sobbing and choking — it was as if there were
too many sounds for one throat, they came chasing each
other, like waves upon the sea. Then her voice would be*
gin to rise into screams, louder and louder until it brofai
in wild, horrible peals of laughter. Jurgis bore it until
he could bear it no longer, and then 1^ sprang at bat^
THE JUNGIil 177
ber by the shoulders and shalring her« shoating
into her ear : ^Stop it, I say I Stop it !
She looked up at him, out of her agony ; then she f eU
forward at his feet. She caught them in her hands, in
n>it9 of his efforts to step aside, and with her faoe upon
the floor lay writhing. It made a choking in Jurgis's
throat to hear her, and he cried again, more savagely uian
before : ""Stop it, I say 1 "
This time she heeded him, and caught her breath and
lay silent, save for the gasping sobs that wrenched all her
frame. For a long minute she lay there, perfectly motion-
less, until a cold fear seized her husband, thinsing that
she was dying. Suddenly, however, he heurd her voioe^
faintly : ^ Jurgis I Jurgls I "
••What is it?" he saM.
He had to bend down to her, she was so weak. She
was pleading with him, in broken phrases, painfully ut-
tered : •• Have fidth in me I Believe me I ^
•• Believe what ? ** he cried.
••Believe that I — that I know best —that I love von I
And do not ask me —what you did. Oh, Jurgis, please,
please I It ia for the best — it is-— >**
He started to speak again, but she rushed on frantically,
heading him off. •• If you will only do it I If you wul
only— only believe me I It wasn't my fault — I couldn't
help it — it will be all right— it is nothing— it is no
hann. Oh, Jurgis — please, pleasel **
She had hold of him, and was trying to raise herself to
look at him ; he could feel the palsied shaking of her
hands and the heaving of the bosom she pressed against
him. She manacled to catdi one of hb hands and gripped
it convulsively, curawing it to her face, and bathing it in
her tears. •• Oh, believe me, believe me 1 " she wailed
again ; and he shouted in fury, •• I will not I ^
But still she clung to him, wailing aloud in her despair t
•^Oh, Jurgis, think what you are doing I It will ruin us
— it will ruin us I Oh, no, you must not do it t No,
don't, don't do it. You must not do it t It will drive me
mad— it will kill me — no, no, Jurgis, I am crazy —it is
178 THE JUNGLB
nothing. Ton do not really need to know. We can \m
happy — we can love each other just the same. Oh^
please, please, believe me 1 **
Her words fairly drove him wild. He tore his hands
loose, and flung her off. *^ Answer me,*' he cried. ^ God
damn it, I say — answer me I *'
She sank down apon the floor, becfinning to cry again.
It was like listening to the moan of a damned soul, and
Jurgis could not stond it. He smote his fist upon th«
table « by his side, and shouted again at her, ^* Answer
mel-
She began to scream aloud, her voice like the voice
of some wild beast: ^Ah! Ah I I can't I I can't d*
iti-
•* Why can't you do it ? ** he shouted.
•• I don't know how I "
He sprang and caught her by the arm, lifting her np^
and glaring mto her face. ^ TeU me where you were last
nifi^t I " he panted. ^ Quick, out with it I "
Then she began to wlusper, one word at a time : ^ I —
was in — a house — down-town **
"What house ? What do you mean ?"
She tried to hide her eyes away, but he held her. " Miss
Henderson's house," she gasped.
He did not understand at first. "Miss Henderson's
house," he echoed. And then suddenly, as in an explo-
sion, the horrible truth burst over him, and he reeled
and staggered back with a scream. He caught himself
against the wall, and put his hand to his forehead, star*
ing about him, and whispering, " Jesus I Jesus t "
An instant later he leaped at her, as she lay grovellin|^
at his feet. He seized her bv the throat. " Tell me t "
he gasped, hoarsely. " Quick 1 Who took you to that
place?"
She tried to get away, making him furious ; he thought
it was fear, or the pain of his clutch — he did not uncter-
stand that it was the aeony of her shame. Still she aar
swered him, "Connor.*"
M Connor," he gasped. " Who is Connor f
THE JUNOLB 179
^ The bofls,** she answered, •'Theman — **
He tightened his grip, in his frenzy, and only when he
saw her eyes dosing did he realize that he was choking
her. Then he relaxed his fingers, and cronched, waiting,
until she opened her lids again. His breath beat hot into
her face,
^ Tell xne,^ he whispered, at last, ^ tell me about it.**
She lay perfectly motionless, and he had to hold his
breath to catch her words. ^ I did not want-— to do it,*
she said ; ^I tried— I tried not to do it. I only did it
*^to save Gs. It was our only chance.*'
Aeain, for a space, there was no sound but his panting.
Ona^ eyes dosed and when she spoke again she did not
open them. ^He told me — he would have me turned
on. He told me he would— we would all of us lose our
places. We could never get anything to do — here —
again. He— -he meant it — he would have ruined us.**
Jurgis's arms were shaking so that he could scarcely
hold himself up, and lurched forward now and then
as he listened. ^ When-* when did this begin?** he
gasped,
^ At the very first,'* she said. She spoke as if in a
trance, ^ It was all — it was their plot — Miss Hender*
son's plot. She hated me. And he — he wanted me.
He used to speak to me — out on the platform. Then he
beg^n to — to make love to me. He offered me money.
He begged me — he said he loved me. Then he threat*
ened me. He knew all about us, he knew we would
starve. He knew your boss — he knew Marija*s. He
would hound us to death, he said — then he said if I
would — if I— we would all of us be sure of work-
always. Then one day he caught hold of me —he would
not let go — he. — he '*
** Where was this?**
^ In the hallway — at night— after every one had gone.
I could not help it. I thought of you — of the baby — of
mother and the children, 1 was atraid of him —afraid to
cry out.**
A moment ago her &oe had been ashen gray, now it was
180 THB JUNGLB
•oarlet. She was beginning to fareathe hard agaia Jmgii
Blade not a sound.
^ That was two months ago. Then lie wanted me to
eome — to that house. He wanted me to stay there. He
said all of us — that we would not have to work. He
made me oome there— in the evenings. I told you-*
thoufirht I was at the factory. Then-^one night
it snoweo, and I oouldn^t get back. And last night—
the cars were stopped. It was such a little thing — to
ruin us alL I tried to walk, but I couldn^t. I didn't
want you to know. It would haye — it would have been
all right. V7e could have gone on— > just the same*— *you
need never have known aMUt it. He was getting tired
of me— he would have let me alone soon. I am going to
have a baby— I am getting ugly. He told me that—
twice, he told me, last ni^^ht. He kicked me —last night
—too. And now vou will kill him— you— you will kill
1dm — and we shall die.**
All this she had said without a quiver ; she lay still as
death, not an evelid moving. And Jurgis, too, said not
a word. He lifted himself by the bed, and stood up. He
did not stop for another glance at her, but went to the
door and opened it. He did not see EL&bieta, croudiing
terrified in the comer. He went out, hatless, leaving the
street door open behind him. The instant his feet wei^
on the sidewalk he broke into a run.
He ran like one possessed, blindly, furiously,
neither to the right nor left. He was on Ashland Avenue
before exhaustion compelled him to slow down, and theOf
noticing a car, he made a dart for it and drew himseU
aboard. His eyes were wild and his hair flying, and he
was breathing hoarsely, like a wounded bull; but the
people on the car did not notice this particularly -^ per*
naps it seemed natural to them that a man who smelt as
Jurgis smelt should exhibit an aspect to correspond.
They began to give way before him as usual. The con*
ductor t^k his nickel gingerly, with the tips of his fingers,
and then left him wiui we platform to himself. Jurgis
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did not even notice it — his thoughts were for away;
Within his soul it was like a roaring fomaoe ; he stood
waiting, waiting, crouching as if for a spring.
Ho had some of his breath back when the car came to
the entrance of the yards, and so he leaped off and started
a^^ain, racing at foil speed. People turned and stared at
him, but he saw no one — there was the factory, and he
bounded through the doorway and down the corridor.
He knew the room where Ona worked, and he knew
Connor, the boss of the loading-gang outside. He looked
for the man as he sprang into the room*
Hie truckmen were nard at work, loading the freshly
packed boxes and barrels upon the cars. Jurgis shot one
twift glance up and down the platform — the man was not
on it. But then suddenly he heard a voice in the corridor,
and started for it with a bound. In an instant more he
fronted the boss.
He was a big, red-faced Irishman, coarse-featured, and
smelling of liquor. He saw Jurgis as he crossed the
threshold, and turned white. He hesitated one second,
as if meanings to run ; and in the next his assailant was
upon him. He put up his hands to protect his face, but
Jurgis, lunging with all the power of his arm and body,
struck him fairly between the eyes and knocked him bacs:-
ward* The next moment he was on top of him, burying
his fingers in his throat.
To Jurgis this man's whole presence reeked of the crime
he had committed; the touch of his body was madness to
him— it set every nerve of him a-tremble, it aroused all
the demon in his souL It had worked its will upon Ona,
this great beast — and now he had it, he had it I It was
his turn now! Things swam blood before him, and he
screamed aloud in his fury, lifting his victim and smashing
his head upon the floor.
The pla^ of course, was in an uproar ; women fainting
and shneldng, and men rushing in. Jur^ was so bent
upon his task that he knew nothing of tms, and scarcely
realized that people were trying to mterf ere with him ; it
was only when half a dosan men had seized him by the
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THE JUNGLE
legs and shoulders and were pulling at him, that he under-
stood that he was losing his prey. In a flash he had heot
down and sunk his teeth into the man's cheek ; and when
they tore him away he was dripping with blood, and little
ribbons of skin were hanging in his mouth.
They got him down upon the floor, clinging to him by
his arms and legs, and still they could hardly hold him.
He fought like a tiger, writhinsp and twisting, half flinging
them off, and starting toward his unconscious enemy.
But yet others rushed m, until there was a little mountain
of twisted limbs and bodies, heaving and tossing, and
working its way about the room. In the end, by their
sheer weight, they choked the breath out of him, and then
they carried him to the company police-station, where he
lay still until tiiey had summoned a patrol wagon to taku
awaje
CHAPTER XVI
When Jorgis got up again he went c^aietly enongh.
He was exhaustedand half dazed^ and besides he saw the
blue uniforms of the policemen. He drove in a patrol
wagon with half a dozen of them watching him ; keeping
as mr away as possible, however, on account of the f ertil*
iser. Then he stood before the sergeant's desk and gave
his name and address,' and saw a charge of assault and
battery entered against him* On his way to his ceU
a burly policeman cursed him because he started down the
wrong corridor, and then added a kick when he was not
quick enough; nevertheless, Jurgis did not even lift
his eyes — he had lived two years and a half in Pack-
ingtown, and he knew what the police were. It was as
much as a man's very life was worth to anger thenit
here in their inmost lair; like as not a dozen would pile
on to him at once, and pound his face into a pulp. It
would be nothing unusual if he got his skull cracked im
the melee — in which case they would report that he had
been drunk and had fallen down, and there would be no
one to know the difference or to care.
So a barred door clanged ^pon Jurgis and he sat down
upon a bench and buried his face in his hands. He was
alone; he had the afternoon and all of the night to him*
self.
At first he was like a wild beast that has glutted itself;
he was in a dull stupor of satisfaction. He had done up
the scoundrel pretty well — not as well as he would have
if they had given him a minute more, but pretty well, all
the same; the ends of his fingers were still tingling from
their contact with the fellow^ throat. But then^ little b)
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little, as his strength came back and his senses cleared, he
began tiO see beyond his momentary gratification; that he
had nearly killea the boss would not help Ona — not the
horrors that she had borne, nor the memory that would
haunt her all her days. It would not help to feed her and
her child ; she would certainly lose her place, while he «---
what was to happen to him God only knew.
Half the night he paced the floor, wrestling with this
nightmare ; and when he was exhausted he lay down, try*
ing to sleep, but finding instead, for the first time in ms
life, that his brain was too much for him. In the cell nex:t
to him was a drunken wife-beater and in the one beyond a
veiling maniac. At midnight they opened the station-
house to the homeless wanderers who were crowded about
the door, shivering in the winter blast, and they thronged
into the corridor outside of the cells. Some of them
stretched themselves out on the bare stone floor and fell to
snoring; others sat up, laughing and talking, cursing and
quarreUine. The air was letid with their breath, yet in
spite of this some of them smelt Jurgis and called down the
torments of hell upon him, while he lay in a far comer
of his cell, counting the throbbings of the blood in his
forehead.
They had brought him his supper, which was ^^ duffers
and dope'*— being hunks of dry bread on a tin plate,
and coffee, called ^dope'* because it was drugged to
keep the prisoners quiet. Jurgis had not known uiis, or
he would have swaUowed the stuff in desperation; as it
was, every nerve of him was a-quiver with shame and rage.
Toward morning the place fell silent, and he got up and
began to pace his cell ; and then within the soul of him
there rose up a fiend, red-eyed and cruel, and tore out
the strings of his heart.
It was not for himself that he suffered—- what did a
man who worked in Durham's fertilizer-mill care about
anything that the world might do to him I What was
any tyranny of prison compared with the tyranny of the
past, of the thing that had happened and could not be
teoalled* of the memory that could never be effacedl The
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horror of it drove him mad; he stretohed out his arms to
heaven, crying out for deliverance from it — and there was
no deliverance, there was no power even in heaven that
could undo the past. It was a ghost that would not down;
it followed him, it seized upon him and beat him to the
ground* Ah, if only he could have foreseen it — but then,
he would have foreseen it, if he had not been a fool I He
smote his hands upon his forehead, cursing himself because
he had ever allowed Ona to work where she had, because
he had not stood between her and a fate which every one
knew to be so common. He should have taken her away,
even if it were to lie down and die of starvation in the
gutters of Chicago's streets! And now — oh, it could not
be true; it was too monstrous, too horrible.
It was a thing that could not be faced; a new shudder*
ing seized him every time he tried to think of it. No,
there was no bearing the load of it, there was no living
under it. There would be none for her— -he knew that
he might pardon her, might plead with her on his knees,
but we would never look him in the face again, she
would never be his wife again. The shame of it would
kill her-*there could be no other deliverance, and it was
best that she should die.
This was simple and clear, and yet, with cruel inconsist-
encv, whenever he escaped from this nightmare it was to
suffer and cry out at the vision of Ona starving. They
had put him in jail, and they would keep him here a long
time, years maybe. And Ona would surely not go to
work again, broken and crushed as she was. And Elzbieta
and Marija, too, might lose their places — if that hell-
fiend Connor chose to set to work to ruin them, they
would all be turned out. And even if he did not, they
could not live — even if the bovs left school again,
they could surely not pay all the oiUs without him and
Ona. They had only a few dollars now — they had just
paid the rent of the house a week ago, and that after it was
two weeks over-due. So it would be due again in a
week I They would have no money to pay it then -^ and
they would lose the hoii86» after all their long, heart-fareak-
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ing struggle. Three times now the agent had warned him
that he would not tolerate another delay. Perhaps it was
veiT base of Jurgis to be thinking about the house when
he nad the other unspeakable thing to fill his mind; yet,
how much he had suffered for this house, how much they
had all of them suffered I It was their one hope of res»
pite, as long as they lived ; they had put all their money
into it — and they were working-people, poor people, whose
money was their strength, the very substance of them, body
and soul, the thing by which they lived and for lack of
which they died.
And they would lose it all ; they would be turned out
into the streets, and have to hide in some icy garret, and
live or die as best they could t Jurgis had all the night
—-and all of many more nights — to think about this, and
he saw the thing in its details ; he lived it all, as if he
were there. They would sell their furniture, and then
run into debt at the stores, and then be refused credit;
they would borrow a little from the Szedvilases, whose deli-
catessen store was tottering on the brink of ruin; the
neighbors would come and help them a little — poor, sick
Jadvyga would bring a few spare pennies, as she always
did when people were starving, and Tamoszius Eusleika
would bring them the proceeds of a nieht's fiddling.
So they would struggle to han^ on until ne got out of
jail — or would they know that he was in jail, would they
be able to find out anything about him? Would they hd
allowed to see him — or was it to be part of his pumsh*
ment to be kept in ignorance about their fate ?
His mind would hang upon the worst possibilities ; he
saw Ona ill and tortured, Marija out of ner place, little
Stanislovas unable to get to woi*k for the snow, the whole
family turned out on the street. Ood Almighty I would
they actually let them lie down in the street and die?
Would there be no help even then — would they wander
about in the snow till they froze? Jurgis had never seen
snj dead bodies in the streets, but he had seen people
evicted and disappear, no one knew where ; and though
the city had a reUef^boreaOt though there was a eharit?
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organization society in the stockyards district, in all hb life
there he had never heard of either of them* They did not
advertise their activities, having more calls than they could
attend to without that.
— So on until morning. Then he had another ride in the
patrol wagon, along wiUi the drunken wife-beater and the
maniac, sevexttl ^ plain drunks '* and ^' saloon fighters,'* a
burglar, and two men who had been arrested for stealing
meat from the packing-houses. Along with them he was
driven into a large, white- walled room, stale-smelling and
crowded. In front, upon a raised platform behind a "rail^
sat a stout, florid-faced personage, with a nose broken out
in purple blotches.
Our friend realized vaguely that he was about to be
tried* He wondered what for — whether or not his vic-
tim might be dead, and if so, what they would do with
him. Hang him, perhaps, or beat him to death — nothing
would have surprised Jurgis, who knew little of the laws.
Tet he had picked up gossip enough to have it occur to
him that the loud-voiced man upon the bench might be
the notorious Justice Callahan, about whom the people
of Packingtown spoke with bated breath.
•^Pat** Callahan — ** Growler •• Pat, as he had been
known before he ascended the bench— -had begun life
as a butcher-boy and a bruiser of local reputation ; he had
gone into politics almost as soon as he had learned to talk,
and had held two offices at once before he was old enough
to vote. If Scully was the thumb, Pat Callahan was t^e
first finger of the unseen hand whereby the packers held
down the people of the district. No politician in Chicago
ranked higher in their confidence; he had been at it a
long time— had been the business agent in the city coun-
cil of old Durham, the self-made merchant, way back in
the early days, when the whole city of Chicago had been
up at auction. ^Growler*' Pat had ^ven up holding
city offices very early in his career — canng only for party
>wer, and giving the rest of his time to superintending
lis dives and brothels. Of late years, however, since
his chUdien were growing up, he had begun to valua
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respectability, and had had himself made a magistrate:
a position for wliioh he was admirably fitted, because ol
his strong conservatism and his contempt for '« foreigners."
Jurgis sat gazing about the room for an hour or two;
he was in hopes that some one of the family would come,
but in this ne was disappointed. Finally, he was led
before the bar, and a lawyer for the company appeared
against him. Connor was under the doctor's care, the
lawyer explained briefly, and if his Honor would hold the
prisoner for a week — *^ Three hundred doUars,*' said hia
Honor, promptly.
Jurgis was staring from the judge to the lawyer 5n per-
plexity. •* Have you any one to go on your bona? ^
demanded the judge, and then a clerk who sUkA at
Jurgis's elbow explained to him what this meant. The
latter shook his head, and before he realized what had
happened the policemen were leading him away again.
They took him to a room where oUier prisoners were
waiting, and here he stayed until court adjourned, when
he had another long and bitterly cold riae in a patrol
wagon to the county jail, which is on the north side of
the city, and nine or ten miles from the stockyards.
Here they searched Jurgis, leaving him only his money,
which consisted of fifteen cents. Then they led him to
a room and told him to strip for a bath ; aiter which he
had to walk down a long gallery, past the grated oell-
doors of the inmates of the jail. This was a great event
to the latter— the daily review of the new arrivals, all
stark naked, and many and diverting were the comments.
Jurgis was required to stay in the bath longer than any
one, in the vain hope of getting out of him a few of his
phosphates and acids. The prisoners roomed two in a
cell, but that day there was one left over, and he was the
one.
The cells were in tiers, opening upon ffalleries. His
eell was about five feet by seven in size, wiw a stone floor
and a heavy wooden bench built into it. There was no
window— •me only light came from windows near the
roof at one end of tb ooort outaida. There were two
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lRiiikB» one above the other, each with a citraw mattress
and a pair of nay blankets — the latter stiff as boards
with filth, and idive with fleas, bed-bugs, and lice. When
Jnrgia lifted up the mattress he discovered beneath it a
layer of scurrying roaches, almost as badly frightened as
himself.
Here thiy brought him more ^ duffers and dope,** with
the addition of a bowl of soup. Many of the prisoners
had their meals brought in from a restaurant, but Jurgis
had no money for that. Some had books to read and cards
to play, with candles to bum by night, but Jurgis was all
alone in darkness and silence* He could not sleep again ;
there was the same maddening procession of thoughts that
lashed him like whips upon his naked back. When night
fell he was pacing up and down his cell like a wild beast
that breaks its teeth upon the bars of its cage. Now and
then in his frenzy he would fling himself against the walls
of the place, beating his hands upon them. They cut him
and bruised him — uiey were cold and merciless as the men
who had built them.
In the distance there was a church-tower bell that tolled
the hours one by one. When it came to midnight Jurgis
was lying upon the floor with his head in his arms, listen*
ing. Instead of falling silent at the end, the bell broke
into a sudden clangor. Jurgis raised his head; what
could that mean— a fire? God I suppose there were to
be a fire in this jail ! But then he made out a melody in
the rinmig; there were chimes. And they seemed to
waken uie city -~ all around, far and near, there were bells,
ringing wUd music ; for fuUv a minute Jurgis lay lost in
wonder, before, all at once, the meaning of it broke o^^v
him — that this was Christmas Eve I
Christmas Eve — he had forgotten it entirely I There
was a breaking of flood-gates, a whirl of new memories and
new griefs ruahing into his mind. In far Lithuania they
had celebrated Clmstmas ; and it came to him as if it had
been yesterday — himself a little child, with his lost
brother and his dead father in the cabin in the deep black
fotesti where the snow faU aU day and aU night and buried
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them from the world. It was too far off for Santa Clabi
in Lithuania, but it was not too far for peace and good
will to men, for the wonder-bearing vision of the Clmst-
cluld* And even in Packingtown they had not forgotten
it — some gleam of it had never failed to break their dark-
ness. Last Christmas Eve and all Christmas Day Jurgis
had toiled on the killing-beds, and Ona at wrapping hamsi
and still they had found strength enough to ti^e the
children for a walk upon the avenue, to see the store
windows all decorated with Christmas trees and ablaze
with electric lights. In one window there would be live
fifeese, in another marvels in sugar — pink and white canes
big enough for ogres, and cakes with cherubs upon them ;
in a tUrd there would be rows of fat yellow turkeys, deco-
rated with rosettes, and rabbits and squirrels hanging ; in
a fourth would be a fairy-land of toys — lovely dolls with
pink dresses, and woolly sheep and drums and soldier
nats. Nor did they have to go without their share of all
tbis, either. The ^t time they had had a big basket with
them and all their Christmas marketing to do — a roast of
pork and a cabbage and some rye-bread, and a pair of
mittens for Ona, and a rubber doll that squeaked, and a
littie green cornucopia full of candy to be hung from the
gas jet and gazed at bv half a dozen pairs of longing eyes.
Even half a year of the sausage-machines and the fer-
tilizer-mill had not been able to kill the thought of Christ-
mas in them ; there was a choking in Jurgis's throat as
he recalled that the very night Ona had not come home
Teta Elzbieta had taken him aside and shown him an old
valentine that she had picked up in a paper store for three
oente — dingy and shop-worn, but with bric^ht colors, and
figures of angels and doves. She had wiped all the specks
off this, and was going to set it on the mantel, where the
children could see it. Great sobs shook Jurgis at this
memory-— they would spend their Christmas in misery
and despair, with him in prison and Ona ill and their
home in desolation. Ah, it was too cruel I Why at
least had they not left him alone — why, after they had
shul him in jaU, must they be ringing Christmas cnimes
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Bat no, their bells were not ringing for him — their
Christmas was not meant for him, they were simply not
counting him at alL He was of no consequence— he was
flong aside, like a bit of trash, the carcass of some animaL
It was horrible, horrible 1 His wife might be dying, his
baby might be starving, his whole family might hd perish*
ing in the cold — and all the while they were ringing their
Christmas chimes 1 And the bitter mockery of it — all
this was punishment for him I They put him in a place
where the snow could not beat in, where the cold could
not eat through his bones ; they brought him food and
drink — why, in the name of heaven, if they must punish
him, did they not put his family in jail and leave him oxxU
side-— why could they find no better way to punish him
than to leave three weak women and six helpless children
to starve and freeze?
That was their law, that was their justice t Jurgis
stood upright, trembling with passion, his hands clenched
and lus arms upraised, nis whole soul ablaze with hatred
and defiance. Ten thousand curses upon them and their
law I Their justice — it was a lie, it was a lie, a hideous,
brutal lie, a thing too black and hateful for any world
but a world of nightmares. It was a sham and a loath*
some mockery. There was no justice, there was no rights
anywhere in it — it was only force, it was tyranny, the
will and the power, reckless and unrestrained I They had
ground him beneath their heel, they had devoured all his
substance ; they had murdered his old father, they had
broken and wrecked his wife, they had crushed and cowed
his whole family ; and now they were through with him,
they had no fiui^her use for him—- and because he had
interfered with them, had gotten in their way, this was
what they had dono to himl They had put him behind
bars, as if he had been a wild beast, a thing without sense
or reason, without rights, without affections, without
feelings. Nay, they would not even have treated a beast
as they had treated him I Would any man in his senses
have trapped a wild thing in its lair, and left its young
behind to die 7
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THE JTTNGIiE
These midniglit hours were fateful ones to Jurgis ; in
them was the beginning of his rebellion, of his outlawry
and his unbelief. He had no wit to trace back the social
orime to its far sources — he could not say that it was the
thing men have called ^the system'* that was crushing
him to the earth ; that it was the packers, his masters,
who had bought up the law of the land, and had dealt out
their brutal will to him from the seat of justice. He
only knew that he was wronged, and that the world had
wronged him; that the law, that society, with all its
powers, had declared itself his foe. And every hour his
soul grew blacker, every hour he dreamed new dreams of
vengeance, of defiance, of raging, frenzied hate.
^ The vilest deeds, like poison weeds^
Bloom weU in prison air ;
It is only what is good in Man
That wastes ana withers there;
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate^
And the Warder is Despaur.**
So wrote a poet, to whom the world had dealt its
justice-—
^ I know not whether Laws be rights
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong.
And they do well to hide their heO^
For in it things are done
That Son of Grod nor son of Man
£ver should look upon 1 **
CHAPTER XVn
At seyen o'clock the next morning Jurris was let out
to get water to wash his cell — a duty which he performed
faithfully, but which most of the prisoners were accus-
tomed to shirk, until their cells became so filthy that the
guards interposed. Then he had more ^' duffers and dope,'*
and afterward was allowed three hours for exercise, in a
long, cement-walled court roofed with glass* Here were
all the inmates of the jail crowded together. At one side
of the court was a place for visitors, cut off by two heavy
wire screens, a foot apart, so that nothing could be passed
in to the prisoners; here Jurgis watched ?'*T?'^"9ly, but
there came no one to see him.
Soon after he went back to his cell, a keeper opened the
door to let in another prisoner. He was a dapper young
fellow, with a light brown mustache and blue eyea, and a
CTaceful figure. He nodded to Jurgis, and then, as the
keeper closed the door upon him, began gazing critically
about him.
^ Well, pal,** he said, as his glance encountered Jurgis
again, "good morning.**
** Good morning,** said Jurgis.
** A rum go for Christmas, eh?** added the other.
Jurgis nodded.
The new-comer went to the bunks and inspected the
blankets ; he lifted up the mattress, and then dropped it
with an exclamation. " My God I '* he said, " that s the
worst yet.'*
He glanced at Jurgis again. "Looks as if it hadn't
been slept in last night. Couldn't stand it, eh?"
^ I didn't want to ^eep last night," said Jur^a«
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194 THE JUNGLB
•* When did you oome in?*
«* Yesterday.*'
The other had another look roondt and then wrinkled
np his nose. ^There's the devil of a atink in here,** ha
aaid, suddenly. «" What is it? **
^ It's me," said Jorgis.
•^You?"
•* Yes, me.**
^ Didn't they make you wash? **
*^ Yes, but this don't wash.**
•♦Whatisit?"
«* Fertilizer."
«" Fertilizer i fke deuce I What are you? *"
**I work in the stockyards-* at least I did unt& the
other day. It's in my clothes."
^That's a new one on me," said the new-comer. ^I
thought rd been up against 'em alL What are yoo ia
« I hit my boss."
u Oh — that's it. What did he do? "
^ He — he treated me mean."
** I see. You're what's called an honest working-man I "
•* What are you? " Jurgis asked.
««I?" The other laughed. ""They say Vm a oraeka*
man," he said.
** What's that? " asked Jurgis.
^ Safes, and such things," answered the other.
^Ohf" said Jur^s, wonderingly, and stared at the
speaker in awe. ^ xou mean you break into them— -yoa
—you — "
^ Yes," laughed the other* ^ that's what they say."
He did not look to be over twenty-two or three, thoueh^
as Jurgis found afterward, he was thirty. He spoke nke
a man of education, like what the world calls a ^ gentleman.**
*• Is that what you're here for? " Jurgis inquired.
•* No," was the answer. •* I'm here for disorderly oon*
duct. They were mad because they couldn't get any
evidence."
^ What o .four name?" the young fellow continued after
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a pftnae. ^^My name's Daane — Jack Dnane. Vve more
than a dozen, but that's my company one." He seated him-
self on the floor with his back to the wall and his legs
crossed, and went on talking easily ; he soon put Jurgis
on a friendly footing — he was evidently a man of the
world, used to getting on, and not too proud to hold con-
versation with a mere laboring man. He drew Jurgis
oat, and heard all about his ufe — all but the one un-
mentionable thing; and then he told stories about his
own life. He was a great one for stories, not always of
the choicest. Being sent to jail had apparently not dis-
turbed his cheerfulness ; he had ^^ done time " twice before,
it seemed, and he took it all with a frolic welcome. What
with women and wine and the excitement of his vocation,
a man could afford to rest now and then.
Naturally, the aspect of prison life was changed for
Jurgis by tne arrival of a cell-mate. He could not turn
his face to the wall and sulk, he had to speak when he
was spoken to; nor could he help bemg interested
In the oonversation of Duane— the first educated man
with whom he had ever talked. How could he help lis-
tening with wonder while the other told of mid-
night ventures and perilous escapes, of feastings and
or^es, of fortunes squandered in a night? The young
feuow had an amused contempt for Jurgis, as a sort ot
working mule ; he, too, had felt the world's injustice, but
instead of bearing it patiently, he had struck back, and
•track hard. He was striking all the time — there was
war between him and society. He was a genial free*
booter, living off the enemy, without fear or shame. He
was not alwuys victorious, but then defeat did not mean
annihilation, and need not break his spirit.
Withal he was a good-hearted fellow — too much so, it
appeared. His story came out, not in the first day, nor the
second, bat in the long hours that dragged by, in which
they had nothing to do but talk, and nothing to talk of
bat themselves. Jack Duane was from the East; he was
a college-bred man — had been studying electrical engi-
neering* Then his &ther had met witn misf ortune in busif
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ness and killed himself; and there had been his mother
and a younger brother and sister. Also, there was an in-
vention of Daane*s; Jurgis could not understand it clearly,
but it had to do with telegraphing, and it was a very im-
portant thing — there were fortunes in it, millions upon
millions of dollars. And Duane had been robbed of it by
a great companyi and got tangled up in lawsuits and lost
all his money. Then somebody had given him a tip
on a horse-race, and he had tried to retrieve his fortune
with another person's money, and had to run away, and
all the rest had come from thai The other asked liini
what had led him to safe-breaking— to Jurgis a wild and
appalling occupation to think about. A man he had met,
his cell-mate had replied — one thing leads to another.
Didn't he ever Wonder about his family, Jurgis asked.
Sometimes, the other answered, but not often — he didn't
allow it. Thinking about it would make it no better.
This wasn't a world in which a man had any business
with a family; sooner or later Jurgis would find that out
also, and give up the fight and shift for himself.
Jurgis was so transparently what he preteneded to be
that his cell-mate was as open with him as a chUd;
it was pleasant to tell him adventures, he was so full
of wonder and admiration, he was so new to the ways
of the country. Duane did not even bother to keep
back names and places — he told all his triumphs and his
failures, his loves and his griefs. Also he introduced
Jurgis to many of the other prisoners, nearly half of whom
he knew bv name. The crowd had already given Jurgis
a name — tney called him " the stinker." This was cruel,
but they meant no harm by it, and he took it with a good-
natured grin.
Our friend had caught now and then a whiff from the
sewers over which he lived, but this was the first time
that he had ever been splashed by their filtL This jail
was a Noah's ark of the city's crime — there were
murderers, '' hold-up men " and burglars, embezzlers,
counterfeiters and forgers, bigamists, "shoplifters," "con*
fidence-men," petty thieves and pickpockets, gamblers and
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procurers, brawlers^beggars, tramps and drunkards, they
srere black and white, old and young, Americans and
aatives of every nation under the sun. There were
bardened criminals and innocent men too poor to give
bail; old men, and boys literally not yet in their teens,
rhey were the drainage of the ^reat festering ulcer of
society ; they were hideous to look upon, sickening to
talk to. All life had turned to rottenness and stench in
them — love was a beastliness, joy was a snare, and Ood
^'as an imprecation. They strolled here and there about
the courtyard, and Jurgis listened to them. He was
ignorant and the^ were wise ; they had been eyery where
and tried everything. They could tell the whole nateful
story of it, set forth the inner soul of a city in which
justice and honor, women's bodies and men's souls, were
for sale in the market-place, and human beings writhed
and fought and fell upon each other like wolves in a pit;
in which lusts were raging fires, and men were fuel, and
humanity was festering and stewing and wallowing in its
own corruption. Into this wild-beast tangle these men
had been born without their consent, they had taken part
in it because they could not help it; that they were in
jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never
been fair, the dice were loaded. They were swindlers
and thieyes of pennies and dimes, and they had been
trapped and put out of the way by the swindlers and
thieves of millions of dollars.
To most of this Jurgis tried not to listen. They
frightened him with their savage mockery; and all the
while his heart was far away, where his loved ones were
calling. Now and then in the midst of it his thoughts
would take flight; and then the tears would come into his
eyes — and he would be called back by the jeering laugh*
ter of his companions.
He spent a week in this company, and during all that
time he had no word from his Lome. He paid one of his
tit' teen cents for a postal card, and his companion wrote a
note to the fiunily, telling them where he was and when he
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would be tried. There came no answer to it» howevet^
and at last, the day before New Year's, Jurgis bade mod-
by to Jack Duane. The latter gave him his address,
or rather the address of his mistress, and made Jurgis
promise to look him up. ^ Maybe I could help you out of
a hole some day,** he said, and added that he was sorry to
have him go. Jurgis rode in the patrol wagon back to
Justice CaUahan's court for triaL
One of the first things he made out as he entered the
room was Teta Elzbieta and little Kotrina, looking pale
and frightened, seated far in the rear. His heart began
to pound, but he did not dare to try to signal to them,
and neither did Elzbieta. He took his seat in the prisoners'
pen and sat gazing at them in helpless agony. He saw
that Ona was not with them, and was full of foreboding
as to what that might mean. He spent half an hour
brooding over this — and then suddenly he straightened
up and the blood rushed into his face. A man hs^ come
in — Jurgis could not see his features for the bandages
that swathed him, but he knew the burly figure. It was
Connor I A trembling seized him, and his limbs bent as
if for a spring. Then suddenly he felt a hand on his
collar, and heard a voice behind him : ^ Sit dovoi, you son
ofa !'•
He subsided, but he never took his eyes off his enemv.
The fellow was still alive, which was a disappointment, in
one way ; and yet it was pleasant to see him, all in peni-
tential plasters. He ana the companv lawyer, who was
with him, came and took seats withm the judge's railing ;
and a minute later the clerk called Jurgis^ name, and uie
Eliceman jerked him to his feet and led him before the
r, gripping him tightly by the arm, lest he should spring
upon the boss.
Jurgis listened while the man entered the witness chair^
took the oath, and told his story. The wife of the prisoner
had been employed in a department near him, and had
been discharged for impudence to him. Half an hour
later he had been violently attacked, knocked down, and
almost choked to death. He had brought witnesses —
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•*Tli©y will probably not be necessary,** observed the
jadge, and he turned to Jurgis. *^ You admit attacking
the plaintiff ? ** he asked.
^ Him 7 '' inquired Jurgis, pointing at the boss.
^ Yes,** said the judge.
**I hit him, sir,** said Jurgis.
^ Say ^ your Honor,* ** said the officer, pinching his arm
baid.
** Your Honor,** said Jurgis, obediently.
« You tried to choke him ? **
** Yes, sir, your Honor.'*
** Ever been arrested before ? **
•*No, sir, your Honor. **
•* What have you to say for yourself ? **
Jurgis hesitated. What had he to say ? In two years
and a half he had learned to speak English for practical
purposes, but these had never included uie statement that
some one had intimidated and seduced his wife. He tried
once or twice, stammering and balking, to the annoyance of
the judge, who was gasping from the odor of fertilizer.
Finally, the prisoner maae it understood that his vocabu-
lary was inadequate, and there stepped u]p a dapper young
man with waxed mustaches, bidding him speak in any
language he knew.
tmrgis began ; supposing that he would be given time,
he explained how the boss had taken advantage of his
wife*8 position to make advances to her and had threatened
her with the loss of her place. When the interpreter had
translated this, the judge, whose calendar was crowded,
and whose automobile was ordered for a certain hour,
interrupted with the remark : ^^ Oh, I see. Well, if he
made love to your wife, why didn't she complain to the
fuperintendent or leave the place ? **
Jurgis hesitated, somewhat taken aback; he began to
explain that they were very poor — that work was hard
to get —
^ I see,** said Justice Callahan ; ^ so instead you thought
VOQ would knock him down.** He turned to the plaintiff,
iDqniring, ^ Is there any truth in this story, Mr. Connor 7 **
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*^Not a partide, your Honor/* said the boss. ^It b
very unpleasant — tnej tell some such tale every tune you
have to discharge a woman — '*
" Yes, I know," said the judge* " I hear it often enough.
The fellow seems to have handled you pretty rougldy.
Thirty days and costs. Next case.'*
Jurgis had been listening in perplexity. It was only
when the policeman who had him by the arm turned and
started to lead him away that he realized that sentence
had been passed. He gazed round him wildly. ^^ Thirty
days! " he panted — and then he whirled upon the judge.
"What will my family do?" he cried, frantically. "I
have a wife and baby, sir, and they have no money — my
God, they will starve to death I "
" You would have done well to think about them before
you committed tha assault," said the judge, dryly, as he
turned to look at the next prisoner.
Jurgis would have spoken again, but the policeman had
seized him by the colliur and was twisting it, and a second
policeman was making for him with evidently hostile
intentions. So he let them lead him away. Far down
the room he saw Elzbieta and Kotrina, risen from their
seats, staring in fright; he made one effort to go to them,
and then, brought back by another twist at his throat, he
bowed his head and gave up the struggle. They thrust
him into a cell-room, where other prisoners were waiting ;
and as soon as court had adjourned they led him down
with them into the " Black Maria," and orove him away.
This time Jurgis was bound for the " Bridewell,** a pet^
jail where Cook County prisoners serve their time. It
was even filthier and more crowded than the county jail ;
all the smaller fry out of the latter had been sifted into
it — the petty tlueves and swindlers, the brawlers and
vagrants. For his cell-mate Jurgis had an Italian fruit-
seUer who had refused to pay his graft to tiie policeman,
and been arrested for carrying a large pocket-knife ; as
he did not understand a word of English our friend w»i
glad when tie left. He gave place to a Norwegian sailor;
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wbo had lost half an ear in a drunken brawl, and who
proved to be quarrelsome, cursing Jurgis because he moved
m his bunk and caused the roaches to drop upon the lower
one. It would have been quite intoleraole, staying in a
cell with this wild beast, but for the fact that all day long
the prisoners were put at work breaking stone.
Ten days of his thirty Jurgis spent thus, without hear-
ing a word from his family ; then one day a keeper came
and informed him that there was a visitor to see him*
Jurg^ turned white, and so weak at the knees that he
could hardly leave his cell. %
The man led him down the corridor and a flight of
steps to the visitors' room, which was barred like a cell.
Through the grating Jurgis could see some one sitting in
a chair; and as he came into the room the person started
up, and he saw that it was little Stanislovas. At the sight
01 some one from home the big fellow nearly went to pieces
— he had to steady himself by a chair, and he put his
other hand to his forehead, as if to dear away a mist.
** Well?** he said, weakly.
Little Stp^'o^ovas was also trembling, and all but too
frightened to speak. *^ They -—they sent me to tell
you — ** he said, with a gulp.
" Wdl?** JuTffis repeated.
He followed ue boy's glance to where the keeper was
standing watohing them. ^ Never mind that,** Jurgis
cried, irildly. *^How are they?"
^Om is very sick,** Stanislovas said; ^and we are
almosj stBTving. We can't get along; we thought you
miffhi be able to help us.**
Jui^^ gripped the chair tighter ; there were beads of
perspiration on his forehead, and his hand shook. ^ I —
can't — help you,** he said.
** Ona lies in her room all dav,** the boy went on, breath-
lessly. ^She won't eat anything, and she cries all the
time. She won't tell what is the matter and she won't go
to work at all. Then a long time ago the man came for
the rent. He was very cross. He came again last week. He
sddd he would turn us out of the house. iaidthenMarija*^*"
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202 THE JUNGLE
A sob choked StaniBlovas, and he stopped. ^^ What's
the matter with Marija ? " cried Jnrgis.
" She's cut her hand ! " said the boy. " She's cut it bad,
this time, worse than before. She can't work and it's all
turning ^een, and the company doctor says she may —
she may have to have it cut off. And Marija cries all the
time — her money is nearly all gone, too, and we can't
pay the rent and the interest on the house; and we have
no coal and nothing more to eat, and the man at the store,
he says — "
The little fellow stopped again, beginning to whimper,
" Go on 1 " the other panted in frenzy — " Go on 1 "
«*I— I will,'* sobbed Stanislovas. "It's so — so col*
all the time. And last Sunday it snowed again — a deep,
deep snow — and I couldn't — couldn't get to work."
"GodI" Jurgis half shouted, and he took a step t#-
ward the child. There was an old hatred between them
because of the snow — ever since that dreadful mominr
when tJie boy had had his fingers frozen and Jurgis bM
had to beat him to send him to work. Now he clenched
his hands, looking as if he would try to break through the
grating. ** You Tittle villain," he cried, " you didn't trjrl"
"I did — I did I" wailed Stanislovas, shrinkinfir from
him in terror. "I tried all day — two days. £lzbieta
was with me, and she couldn't either. We couldn't walk
at all, it was so deep. And we had nothing to eat. and
oh, it was so cold! I tried, and then the tmrd day Ona
went with me—"
" Onal "
" Tes. She tried to go to work, too. She had to. We
were all starving. But she had lost her place — "
Jurfi^ reeled, and gave a gasp. "She went back to
that place ? " he screamed.
" Sne tried to," said Stanislovas, gazing at him in per.
plexity. " Why not, Jurris ? "
The man breathed hard, three or four times. " Go — -
<^n," he panted, finally.
" I went with her," said Stanislovas, " but Miss Hen*
derson wouldn't take her back. And Connor saw her and
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^nreed her. He was etill bandaged up — why did yon hit
him, Jargisi" (There was some taBcinating mystery
aboQt this, the little fellow knew ; bat he coald get no
Batisfaction.)
Jorgia could not epeak ; he could only stare, his eyes
starting out. " She has been trying to get other work,"
the boy went on; "bnt she's so weak she can't keep up.
And my boss would not take me back, either — Ona says
he knows Coniior, and that's the reason ; they've all got
a grudge against na now. So I've got to go down-town
and seU |)apers with the rest of thelwyB and Kotrina — "
"Kotnnal"
'* Y es, she's been selling papers, too. She does beet, be-
cause she's a girl. Only tne cold is so bad — its terrible
coming home at night, Jurgis. Sometimes they can't
come home at all — I'm going to try to hud them to-night
and sleep where they do, it's so late and it's such a long
ways home. I've had to walk, and I didn't know where
it was — I don't know how to get back, either. Only
mother said I mast come, because von would want to
know, and maybe somebody would help your family when
they had put you in jail so yon couldn't work. And I
walked all day to get here — and I only had a piece of
bread for breakfast, Jurgis. Mother hasn't any work
either, because the sausage department is shut down; and
she goes and begs at houses with a basket, and people give
her food. Only she didn't get much yesterday; It was
too cold for her fingers, and to-day she was crying — "
Bo little Stanislovas went on, sobbing as he talked ; and
Jurgis stood, gripping the table tightly, saying not a word,
bnt feeling that hie head would burst ; it was like having
weights piled upon him, one after another, crushing the
life out of him. He struggled and fought within himself
— as if in some terrible n^tmare, in which a man suffers
an agony, and cannot lift^is hand, nor cry out, bnt feels
that ne is going mad, that his brain is on fire —
Just when it seemed to him that another turn of the
screw would kill him, little Stanislovas stopped. " You
cannot heJp us I " he said weakly.
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THE JUNGLE
Jorgis shook his head.
**They won't give you anything here?*
He shook it again.
** When are you coming out? **
•* Three weets yet," Jurgis answered.
And the boy gazed around him uncertainly. ^ Then I
might as well go," he said.
Jurgis nodded. Then, suddenly recollecting, he put
his hand into his pocket and m*ew it out, shaking.
^* Here," he said, holding out the fourteen cents. ^^ Take
this to them."
And Stanislovas took it, and after a little moro hesita-
tion, started for the door. " Good-by, Jurgis," he said,
and the other noticed that he walked unsteadily as he
passed out of sight.
For a minute or so Jurgis stood clinging to the chair,
reeling and swaying ; then the keeper touched him on the
irm, and h% tumeaand went back to breaking stone.
CHAPTER XVni
JuBOis did not get out of the Bridewell quite as soon
m he had expected. To his sentence there were added
^ court costs of a dollar and a half — he was supposed to
pay for the trouble of putting him in jail, and not having
the money, was obliged to work it off by three days more of
toil. Nobody had token the trouble to tell him this — only
after counting the days and looking forward to the end in
an agony of impatience, when the hour came that he ex*
Eected to be free he found himself still set at the stone-
eap, and lauehed at when he ventured to protest. Then
he concluded he must have counted wrong ; but as another
day passed, he gave up all hope — and was sunk in the
depths of despair, when one morning after breakfast a
keeper came to him with the word that his time was up at
last. So he doffed his prison garb, and put on his old
fertilizer clothing, and heard the door of the prison clang
behind him.
He stood upon the steps, bewildered ; he could hardly
believe that it was true, — that the skv was above him
again and the open street before him ; that he was a free
man. But then the cold began to strike through his
clothes, and he started quickly away.
There had been a heavy snow, and now a thaw had set
in ; a fine sleety rain was falling, driven by a wind that
pierced Jurgis to the bone. He had not stopped for his
overcoat when he set out to ^^ do up " Connor, and so his
rides in the patrol wagons had been cruel experiences ;
his clothing was old and worn thin, and it never had been
very warm. Now as he trudged on the rain soon wet it
through ; there were six inches of watery slush on thA
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206 THE JUNGLE
sidewalks, so that his feet would soon have been soake^
even had there been no holes in his shoes.
Jurgis had had enough to eat in the jaU, and the work
had been the least trying of any that he had done since he
came to Chicago ; but even so, he had not grown strong
'—the fear and grief that had preyed upon his mind had
worn him thin. Now he shiverea and shrimk from the
rain, hiding his hands in his pockets and hunching his
shoulders together. The Bridewell grounds were on the
outskirts of the city and the country around them was
unsettled and wild — on one side was the big drainage
canal, and on the other a maze of railroad tracks, and so
the wind had full sweep.
After walking a ways, Jurgis met a little ragamuffin
whom he hailed : " Hey, sonny ! **
The boy cocked one eye at him — he knew that Jurgis
was a •' jail bird " by his shaven head. ** Wot yer want?**
he queried.
"How do you go to the stockyards?** Jurgis de-
manded.
" I don't go,** replied the boy.
Jurgis hesitated a moment, nonplussed. Then he said^
** I mean which is the way ? **
•* Why don't yer say so then ? ** was the response, and
the boy pointed to the northwest, across the tracks.
"That way.**
" How far is it ? ** Jurgis asked.
" I dunno ** said the other. " Mebby twenty miles or
so.
" Twenty miles I ** Jurgis echoed, and his face fell. He
had to walk eyery foot of it, for they had turned him out
of jail without a penny in his pockets.
xet, when he once got started, and his blood had
warmed with walking, he forgot eyerything in the feyer
of his thoughts. All the dreadful imaginations that had
haunted him in his cell now rushed into his mind at once*
The agony was almost oyer — he was goin? to find out;
and he clenched his hands in his pockets as he strode, fol*
lowing his flying desire, almost at a run. Ona — tiia
THE JUNGLE 207
Inby — the family — the house — he would know the
tnitii about them all I And he was comioK to the rescue
— he was free ^ainl His hands were his own, and he
could help them* lie could do battle for them against the
world.
For an hour or so he walked thus, and then he began
to look about him. He seemed to be leaving the city slto-
sether. The street was tormng into a country road, lead-
ing out to the westward; there were snow-covered fields
pn either side of him. Soon he met a farmer driving a
iiro>horse wagon loaded with straw, and he stopped him.
" Is this the way to the stockyards 7 *' he asked.
The farmer scratched his head. ** I dunno jest where
titer be," he said. "■ Bat they're in the city somewhere,
and you're going dead away from it now."
Joivis looked dazed. '^I was told this was tiie way*"
he sua.
«Who told yon?"
«* A boy."
" Well, mebbe he was playing a joke on ye. The best
thing ye kin do is to go back, and when ye git into town
■sk a policeman. I'd take ye in, only I've come a long
WOTS an' I'm loaded heavy. Git upl '*
So Jurgb turned and followed^ and toward the end of
the morning he began to see Chioago aeam. Past endless
Uocks of two-story shanties he walkeu, along wooden
sidewalks and unpaved pathways treacherous with deep
slush-holes. Every few blocks there would be a railroad
crossing on the level with the sidewalk, a death-trap for
tbe unwary; long freight-trains would be passing, the cars
clanking and crashing together, and Jui^ would pace
about waiting, burning up with a fever of impatience.
Occasionally the cars would stop for some minutes, and
wagons and street'Csrs would crowd together waiting, the
drivers swearing at each other, or hiding beneath umbrellas
out of the rain ; at such times Jnrgis would dodge imder
the gates and run across the tracks and between the cara^
taking his life into his hands.
He orossed a long bridge over s river frosen solid aul
208 THB JUNOLB
eovered with diuslu Not even on the river bank was the
snow white — the rain which fell was a dilated solutioa
of smoke, and Jorgis's hands and face were streaked with
black. Then he came into the business part of the cityt
where the streets were sewers of inky blackness, with
horses slippmg and plunging, and women and cbildren
flying across in panic-stricken droves. These streets
were huge canons formed by towering black buildings,
echoing with the clan£^ of car-gongs and the shouts of
drivers ; the people who swarmed in them were as busy
as ants — all hurrjring breathlessly, never stopping to
look at anything nor at each other. The solitary tramp-
ish-looking foreigner, with water-soaked Clothing and
haggard face and anxious eyes, was as much alone as he
hurried past them, as much unheeded and as lost, as if he
had been a thousand miles deep in a wilderness.
A policeman gave him his direction and told him that
he haii five miles to go. He came again to the slum-dis-
tricts, to avenues of saloons and cheap stores, with long
din^ red factory buildings, and coal-yards and railroad-
tracks; and then Jurgis Ufted up his head and began to
sniff the air like a startled animal — scenting the far-off
odor of home. It was late afternoon then, and he was
hungry, but the dinner invitations hung out of the saloons
were not for him.
So he came at last to the stockyards, to the black vol*
canoes of smoke and the lowing cattle and the stench.
Then, seeins^ a crowded car, his impatience got the better
of him. and he lumped aboard, hiding behind another man«
unnoticed by the conductor. In ten minutes more he had
reached his street, and home.
He was half running as he came round the comeTr
There was the house, at any rate — and then suddenly hd
stopped and stared. What was the matter with the house ?
tfurgis looked twice, bewildered; then he glanced at the
house next door and at the one beyond — then at the sa-
loon on the comer. Tes, it was the right place, quite
certainly— he had not made any mistake. Bdt the house
'-* the house was a different color I
THE JTTNOLh 209
He came a couple of steps nearer. Tes ; it had been
gray and now it was yellow I The trimmings around the
windows had been red, and now they were green I It was
all newly painted I How strange it made it seem I
Jurgis went closer yet, but keeping on the other side of
the street. A sudden and horrible spasm of fear had
come over him. His knees were shaking beneath him, and
his mind was in a whirl. New paint on the house, and
new weatherboards, where the old had begun to rot off,
and the agent had got after them I New shingles over the
hole in the roof, too, the hole that had for six months been
the bane of his soul — he having no money to have it fixed
and no time to fix it himself, and the rain leaking in, and
overflowing the pots and pans he put to catch it, and flood<>
ing the attic and loosening the plaster. And now it was
fixed I And the broken window-pane replaced I And
curtains in the windows! New, white curtains, stiff and
shiny I
Then suddenly the front door opened. Jurgis stood,
his chest heaving as he straggled to catch his breath.
A boy had come out, a stranc;er to him ; a big, fat, rosy-^
tsheeked youngster, such as had never been seen in his
home before.
Jurgis stared at the boy, fascinated. He came down
the steps whistling, kicking off the snow. He stopped at
the foot, and picked up some, and then leaned ap;ainst the
railing, making a snow-ball. A moment later he looked
aroiind and saw Jurgis, and their eyes met; it was a hostile
glance, the boy evidently thinking that the other had sus-
picions of the snow-baU. When Jurgis started slowly
across the street toward him, he gave a quick glance about,
meditating retreat, but then he concluded to stand his
ground.
Jurgis took hold of the railing of the steps, for he was
a little unsteady. ** What — what are you doing here ? •*
he managed to gasp.
" Go onl " said the boy.
**Tou— ** Jurgis tried again. '•What do you want
here?"
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** Me t ^ answered the boy, angrily. ** I Kve here.*
^^ Yon live here I " Jorgis panted. He tamed white, and
elung more tightly to the railing. *^Yoa live here!
Then whereas my family f **
The boy looked sorprised. " Your family 1 ^ he echoed*
And Jurgis started toward him, *^I — this is my
house I ^ he cried*
** Gome off I " said the boy; then suddenly the door up-
stairs opened, and he called: ^Hey, mat Here's a fellow
says he owns this house."
A stout Irish woman came to the top of the stepe,
••What's that?" she demanded.
Jur^ turned toward her. ** Where is my family! *•
he cried, wildly. ^^ I left them here t This is my home I
What are you doing in my home! "
The woman stared at him in frightened wonder^ she
must have thought she was dealing with a mamao—
Jur^ looked like one. " Your home r' she edhoed.
"Iffy homel'* he half shrieked. "I lived here, I tell
you.**
" You must be mistaken," she answered him. ** No one
ever lived here. This is a new house. They told us sow
They—"
"What have they done with my family!" shouted
Jurgis, frantically.
A light had b^un to break upon the woman ; perhaps
she hM had doubts of what " tnev " had told her. " I
don't know where your family is," she said. " I bought
the house only three days ago, and there was nobody here,
and they told me it was all new. Do you really mean yon
had ever rented it!"
"Bented it I" panted Jurgis. "I bought it! I paid
for it I I own it I And they — ^my God, can't yon tdl
me where my people went!"
She made him understand at last that she knew nothing.
Jurgis's brain was so confused that he could not grasp the
situation. It was as if his family had been wiped out of
existence ; as if they were proving to be dream people, who
never had existed at all. He was quite lost— b;Jr then
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snddenly he thought of Grandmother Majanszkiene, who
lived in the next block. She would know! He turned
and started at a run.
Grandmother MajauBzkiene came to the door herself.
She cried out when she saw J^JP^y wild-eyed and shaking.
Yes, yes, die could tell him. The family had moved ; they
had not been able to pay the rent and they had been turned
out Into the snow, and the house had been repidnted and
sold again the next week. No, she had not heard how
they were, but she could tell him that they had gone back
to Aniele Jukniene, with whom they had stayed when they
first came to the yards. Wouldn't Jurgis come in and
rest ? It was certainly too bad — if only he had not got
into jail —
And so Jurgis turned r nd stagmred away. He did not
go very far — round the comer ne gave out completely,
and sat down on the steps of a saloon, and hid his face m
his hands, and shook all over with dry, racking sobs.
Their home I Their home I They had lost it I Grief,
despair, rage, overwhelmed him — what was any imagina-
tion of the thing to this heart-breaking, crushing reality
of it — to the sight of strange people living in his house,
hanging their curtains in his windows, staring at him witii
hostile eyes I It was monstrous, it was unthinkable -—
they could not do it — it could not be true t Only think
what he had suffered for that house — what miseries they
had all suffered for it — the price they had paid for it I
The whole long agony came back to him. Their sacri-
fices in the beginning, their three hundred dollars that
they had scraps together, all they owned in the world«all
that stood between mem aua biaivacionl And then theiv
toil, month by month, to get together the twelve dollars,
and the interest as well, and now and then the taxes, and
the other charges, and the repairs, and what not I Why,
they had put tneir very souls into their payments on that
house, they had paid for it with their sweat and tears — ^yes,
more, with their very life-blood. Dede Antanas had oied
of the struggle to earn that money — ^he would have been
alive and strong to-day if he had not had to work in
v^i2) THE JUNGLE
Durham^s dark cellars to earn his share. And Ona, too^
had given her health and strength to pay for it — she was
wrecKed and rained because of it ; and so was he, who had
been a big, strong man three years ago, and now sat here
shivering, broken, cowed, weeping Like a hysterical child.
Ah I they had cast their all into the fight ; and they had
lost, they had lost I All that they had paid was gone —
every cent of it. And their house was gone — they were
back where they had started from, flung out into the cold
to starve and freeze I
Jurgis could see all the truth now — could see himself,
through the whole long course of events, the victim of
ravenous vultures that nad torn into his vitals and de-
voured him ; of fiends that had racked and tortured
him, mocking him, meantime, jeering in his face. Ah,
God, the horror of it, the monstrous, hideous, demo-
niacal wickedness of it I He and his family, helpless
women and children, struggling to live, ignorant anf
lefenceless and forlorn as they were — and the enemie
that had been lurking for them, crouching upon their trai
and thirsting for their blood I That first lying circular
that smooth-tongued slippery agent I That trap of thi
extra payments, the interest, and all the other charges tha
they had not the means to pay, and would never hav«
attempted to pay I And then all the tricks of the packers
their masters, the tyrants who ruled them, — the shut
downs and the scarcity of work, the irregular hours am
the cruel speeding-up, the lowering of wages, the raising o..
prices ! The mercilessness of nature about them, of hea^
and cold, rain and snow ; the mercilessness of the city, of
the country in which they lived, of its laws and customs
that they did not understand I All of these things had
worked together for the company that had marked them
for its prey and was waiting for its chance. And now,
with this last hideous injustice, its time had come, and it
had turned them out ba? and baggage, and taken their
house and sold it again I And they could do nothing,
they were tied hand and foot — the law was against them,
the whole machinery of society was at their oppressors^
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oommand I If Jnrgis so much as raised a hand against
them, back he would go into that wild-beast pen from
which he had just escaped I
To get up and go away was to give up, to acknowledge
defeat, to lea ve the strange family in possession ; and
Jurgis might have sat shiverinfi^ in the rain for hours before
he could do that, had it not been for the thought of his
family. It might be that he had worse things yet to learn
— and so he got to his feet and started away, walking on«
wearily, half -dazed.
To Aniele's house, in back of the yards, was a good two
miles ; the distance had never seemed lOnger to Jurgis,
and when he saw the famiUar dingy-gray shanty his heart
was beating fast. He ran up the steps and began to ham-
mer upon the door.
The old woman herself came to open it. She had shrunk
all up with her rheumatism since J urgis had seen her last,
and her yellow parchment face stared up at him from a
little above the level of the door-knob. She gave a start
when she saw him. *^Is Ona here?" he cried, breath-
lessly.
** X es,'* was the answer, " she's here.**
** How — " Jurgis began, and then stopped short,
clutching convulsively at the side of the door. From
somewhere within the house had come a sudden cry, a
wild, horrible scream of anguish. And the voice was
Ona's.
For a moment Jurgis stood half -paralyzed with fright ;
then he bounded past the old woman and into the room.
It was Aniele's kitchen, and huddled round the stove
were half a dozen women, pale and frightened. One of
them started to her feet as Jurgis entei^ ; she was hae-
gard and frightfully thin, with one arm tied up in band-
ages — he hardly realized that it was Mari ja. He looked
first for Ona ; then, not seeing her, he stared at the
women, expecting them to speak. But they sat dumb,
gadng back at him, panic-strickeii ; and a second later
eame another piercing scream.
It was from the rear of the house, and upstairs. Jurgis
214 THE JUNGLE
bounded to a door of the room and flung it open > there
was a ladder leading through a trap-door to the garret,
and he was at the foot of it, when suddenly he heard a
voice behind him, and saw Mari ja at his heels. She seized
him by the sleeve with her good hand, panting wildly,
** No, no, Jurgis I Stop I '*
*♦ Wliat do you mean ? '* he gasped.
•* You mustn't go up," she cried.
Jurgis was half-crazed with bewilderment and fright.
«* What's the matter ? " he shouted. " What is it ? "
Marija clung to him tightly ; he could hear Ona sob-
bing and moaning above, and he fought to get away and
climb up, without waiting for her reply. " No, no," she
rushed on. " Jurgis I You mustn't go up I It's — it's
the child I "
** The child ? " he echoed in perplexity. ^^Antanas ? "
Marija answered him, in a whisper : ^^ The new one ! **
And then Jurgis went limp, and caught himself on the
ladder. He stared at her as if she were a ghost. *^ The
new one I " he gasped. ^^ But it isn't time," he added,
wildly.
Marija nodded. "I know," she said ; " but it's come."
And then again came Ona's scream, smiting him like a
blow in the face, making him wince and turn white. Her
voice died away into a wail — then he heard her sobbing
again, ^^ My God — let me die, let me die I " And Marija
flung her arms about him, crying : *^ Come out I Come
away I''
She dragged him back into the kitchen, half carrying
him, for he had gone all to pieces. It was as if the pillars
of his soul had fallen in — he was blasted with horror.
In the room he sank into a chair, trembling like a leaf,
Marija still holding him, and the women staring at him in
dumb, helpless fright.
And then again Ona cried out ; he could hear it nearly
as plainlv here, and he staggered to his feet. ^^ How long
has this oeen going on ? " he panted.
*^ Not very long, Marija answered^ and then, at a signal
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from Aniele, she rushed on : *^ You go away, Jurgis — you
can't help — go away and come back later. It's all right
— it's — -
^ Who's with her ? '* Jur^ demanded ; and then, seeing
Marija hesitating, he criea again, ** Who's with her?"
^ She's — she's all right," she answered. ^^Elzbieta's
with her.**
" But the doctor I " he panted. ** Some one who knows l**
He seized Marija by the arm ; she trembled, and her
Toice sank beneath a whisper as she replied, "We — we
have no money." Then, frightened at the look on his
face, she exclaimed : " It's all right, Jurgis I You don't
understand— go away — go away I Ah, if you only had
waited I"
Above her protests Juigis heard Ona again ; he was
almost out of his mind, ft was all new to him, raw and
horrible — it had fallen upon him like a lightning stroke.
When little Antanas was bom he had been at work, and
had known nothing about it until it was over; and
now he was not to be controlled. The frightened women
were at their wits' end ; one after another they tried to
reason with him, to make him understand that this was the
lot of woman. In the end they half drove him out inco the
rain, where he began to pace up and down, bareheaded and
frantic. Because he could hear Ona from the street, he
would first go away to escape the sounds, and then come
back because he could not help it. At the end of a quar*
ter of an hour he rushed up the steps arain, and for fear
that he would break in the door tiiey haa to open it and
let him in.
There was no arguing with him. Thev could not tell him
that all was going weU-«how could they know, he cried
— why, she was dying, she was being torn to pieces t
Listen to her — listen I Why, it was monstrous— it
could not be allowed — there must be some help for itl
Had they tried to get a doctor? They might pay him
afterwards — they could promise —
" We couldn't promise, Jurgis," protested Marija. •• We
had aomoney^-^wa have soaroely been able to keep ative.^
216 THE JUNGLE
**But i oan work,** Jnrgis exdaimecL ^I can Mm
money I *•
** Yes,** she answered — " but we thought you were in
jaiL How could we know when you would return?
They will not work for nothingo*'
Marija went on to tell how she had tried to find a mid*
wife, and how they had demanded ten, fifteen, even twenty-
five dollars, and imA in cash. ** And I had only a quarter,'*
she said. ^*I have spent every cent of my money — all
that I had in the bank ; and I owe the doctor who has
been coming to see me, and he has stopped because he
thinks I don't mean to pay him. And we owe Aniele for
two weeks' rent, and she is nearly starving, and is afraid
of being turned out. We have been borrowing and beg-
Sing to keep alive, and there is nothing more we can
o — "
** And the children ? '* cried Jurgis.
^ The children have not been home for three dajrs, the
weather has been so bad. They could not know what is
happening — it came suddenly, two months before we
expected it."
Jurffis was standing by the table, and he caught himself
with nis hands ; his nead sank and his arms shook — it
looked as if he were going to collapse. Then suddenly
Aniele got up and came hobbKng toward him, fumbling
in her skirt pocket. She drew out a dirty rag, in one
oome>* of which she had something tied.
"^ Here, Jurgis t ** she said, ** I have some money.
Paiauk/ Seel*'
She unwrapped it and counted it out— -thirty-four
cents. ^ Ton go, now," she said, ^ and try and eet some*
body yourself. And maybe the rest can help — give
him some money, you ; he will pay you back some day,
and it will do hun good to have something to think about,
even if he doesn't succeed. When he comes back, maybe
it will be over."
And so the other women turned out the contents of their
pocket-books ; most of them had only pennies and nickels,
but they jpiTe him alL M nu Olszewski, who lived next
THE JUNGLE
217
door, and had a husband who was a skilled oatile-butcher,
bnt a drinking man, gave nearly half a dollar, enough to
raise the whole sum to a dollar and a quarter. Then
Jurgis thrust it into his pocket, still holding it tightly in
his fist, and started away at a run.
If
CHAPTER XIX
^'Madamb Haupt, Hebamme,** ran a jign, 8wiiigiii(
from a secondHstory window over a saloon on the avenue ;
at a side door was another sign, with a hand pointing ap
a dingy flight of steps. Jorgis went up them, three at 9
time*
Madame Haupt was frying pork and onions, and had
her door half open to let out the smoke. When he tried
to knock upon it, it swung open the rest of the way, and
he had a glimpse of her, with a black bottle turned up t4
her lips. Then he knocked louder, and she started and pvl
it away. She was a Dutch woman, enormously fat — whea
she walked she rolled like a small boat on the ocean, and
the dishes in the cupboard jostled each other. She wort
a filthy blue wrapper, and her teeth were black.
^ Vot is it ? " she said, when she saw Jurgis.
He had run like mad all the way and was so out of breath
he could hardly speak. His hair was disordered and his
eyes wild — he looked like a man that had risen from the
tomb. " My wife 1 " he panted. " Come quickly 1 "
Madame Haupt set the frying pan to one side and wiped
her hands on her wrapper. ^ You vant me to oome for a
case ? " she inquired.
♦♦ Yes,** gasped Jurgis.
^ I haf yust come back from a case,** she said. ^ I hal
had no time to eat m^ dinner. Still — if it is so bad — **
** Yes — it is 1 ** cned he.
•* Veil, den, perhaps — vot you pay ? *•
** I — I — how much do you want ?** Jurgis stammeredL
*• Tventy-five dollars."
His face f elL ^ I can't pay that,** he said.
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The woman was watching him narrowly. ^ How much
do yon pay ! " she demanded.
*' Mnst 1 pay now — right away ! ^
^ Yee ; aU my costomerB do."
^I — ^I haven't mnch money,'' Jargis be^an in an agony
of dread. " I've been in — in trouble— and my money is
gone. But 111 pay you— every cent — just as soon as I
can ; I can work — ^
** Yot is your workt **
*^ I have no place now. I must get one. But I—''
** How much haf you got now I "
He could hardly bring himself to reply. When he said
^A dollar and a quarter," the woman laughed in his face.
^^ I vould not put on my hat for a dollar und a quarter,"
she said.
^ Its all Pve got," he pleaded, his voice breakinff. ** I
must get some one— my wife will dia I can't hmp it —
Madame Haupt had put back her pork and onions on
the stove. She turned to him and answered, out of the
steam and noise: ^^Oit me ten dollars cash, und so you
can pay me the rest next mont'»"
^^1 can't do it — ^I haven't got it I" Jurgis protested.
^ I tell you I have only a dollar and a quarter." ^
The woman turned to her work. "I don't believe you,"
she said. ^^Dot is all to try to sheat me. Yot is de reason
a biff man like you has got onlv a dollar imd a quarter! "
^ I've just been in jail," Jurgis cried, — he was ready to
get down upon his knees to the woman, — ^^ and I had no
money before, and my family has almost starved."
** Vere is your friends, dot ought to help you I "
^They are aQ poor," he answered. ^^They gave me
this, r have done everything I can— "
^ Haven'^t you got netting you can sell t "
^* I have nothing, I tell you — ^I have nothing,* he cried|
frantically.
^^ Can't you borrow it, den t Don*t your store people
trust you I " Then, as he shook his head, she went on:
^ listen to me — ^if you git me you viU be glad of ik
2:^0 THE JUNGLB
I yill save your wife and baby for yon, und it Till not seem
like mooch to you in de end. If you loose dem now how
you tink you feel den ? Und here is a lady dot knows her
business — I could send you to people in dis block, und
dey yould tell you — **
Madame Haupt was pointing her cooking-fork at Jurgia
persuasively ; but her words were more than he coidd
bear. He flung up his hands with a gesture of despair
and turned and started away. ^^ It's no use,** he exclaimed
— but suddenly he heard the woman's voice behind him
again : —
^ I vill make it five dollars for you.**
She followed behind him, arguing with him. ^ You vilt
be foolish not to take such an oner," she said. ^You
von't find nobody to go out on a rainy day like dis for
less. Vy, I haf never took a case in mv lue so sheap as
dot. I couldn't pay mine room rent — '
Jurgis interrupted her with an oath of rage. ^If I
havens got it," he shouted, ^* how can I pay it ? Damn
it, I womd pay you if I could, but I tell you I haven't got
it. I haven't got it ! Do you hear me— J haven* t got
ur
He turned and started away again. He was halfway
down the stairs before Madame Haupt could shout to him :
^Vait I I vill ffo mit you t Ck>me ciackl"
He went back into the room amin.
^It is not goot to tink of anybody suffering,** she said,
in a melancholy voice. **I might as veil go mit you for
netting as vot you offer me, but I vill ixj to help you.
How far is it?**
^ Three or four blocks from here.**
^Tree or four I Und so I shall get soakedt Oott in
Himmel, it ought to be vorth morel Yun dollar and a
quarter, and a day like dis I But you understand now —
you vill pay me de rest of twenty-nve dollars soon ?**
^ As soon as I can.**
•* Some time dis mont' ? **
^ Yes, within a month,** said poor JorgiSi •* Anything!
Hurry up I *•
THE JUNGLE 221
^ Vere fs de dollar and a quarter?** persisted Madame
Hanpt, relentlessly.
Jurgis put the money on the table and the woman
oonnted it and stowed it away. Then she wiped her
ereasy hands again and proceeded to get read^, complain*
ing au the time ; ohe was so fat that it was painful for her
to move, and she grunted and gasped at every step. She
took off her wrapper without even taking the trouble to
turn her iMik to Juigis, and put on her corsets and dress.
Then there was a black bonnet which had to be adjusted
carefully, and an umbrella which was mislaid, and a bag
full of necessaries which had to be collected from here and
there — * the man being nearly crazy with anxiety in the
meantime. When they were on the street he kept about
four paces ahead of her, turning now and then, as if he
could hurry her on by the force of his desire. But
Madame Haupt could only go so &r at a step, and it took
all her attention to get the needed breath for that.
They came at last to the house, and to the g^np of
frightened women in the kitchen. It was not over yet,
Jurgis learned — he heard Ona crying still; and mean*
time Madame Haupt removed her bonnet and laid it on
the mantelpiece, and got out of her baop, first an old dress
and then a saucer of goose-grease, whidi she proceeded to
rub upon her hands. The more cases this goose-grease is
used in, the better luck it brings to the midwife, and so she
keeps it upon her kitchen mantelpiece or stowed away in
a cupboara with her dirty dotfaes, for months, and som^
times even for years.
Then they escorted her to the ladder, and Jurgis heard
her rive an exclamation of dismav. ^ Gk)tt in Himmel^
vot n>r haf you brought me to a pmoe like dis ? I could
not climb up dot ladder. I could not git troo a trap-door I
I vill not try it — yv, I might kill myself already. Vot
sort of a place is dot for a woman to bear a child in
— up in a garret, mit only a ladder to it ? Tou ought
to be ashamed of yourselves I ** Jureis stood in the door,
way and listened to her scolding, luuf drowning out the
horriUa moans and 5Kireams of Ona.
223 THE JUNGLE
At last Aniele succeeded in pacifying her, and slie
essayed the ascent ; then, however, she had to be stopped
while the old woman cautioned her about the floor ox the
garret. They had no real floor — they had laid old boards
in one part to make a place for the family to live ; it was
all right and safe there, but the other part of the garret
had only the joists of the floor, and the lath and plaster of
the ceihng below, and if one stepped on this there would
be a catastrophe. As it was half dark up above, perhaps
one of the others had best go up first witn a candle. Then
there were more outcries and threatening, until at last
Jurgis had a vision of a pair of elephantine legs disap-
B taring through the trap-door, and felt the house shake as
adam Haupt started to walk. Then suddenly Aniele
came to him and took him by the arm.
"Now," she said, "you go away. Do as I tell you —
you have done all you can, and you are only in the way.
Go away and stay away."
" But where shall I go ?" Jurgis asked, helplessly.
" I don't know where," she answered. "Go on the
street, if there is no other place— only go! And stay all
night 1"
In the end she and Marija pushed him out of the door
and shut it behind him. It was just about sundown, and
it was turning cold — the rain had changed to snow, and
the slush was freezing. Jurgis shivered in his thin cloth-
ing, and put his hands into his pockets and started away.
He had not eaten since morning, and he felt weak and ill;
with a sudden throb of hope he recollected he was only a
few blocks from the saloon where he had been wont to eat
his dinner. They might have mercy on him there, or he
might meet a friend. He set out for the place as fast as
he could walk.
" Hello, Jack," said the saloon-keeper, when he entered
— they call all foreiffuers and unskilled men "Jack" in
Packingtown. " Where've you been? " .
Jurgis went straight to the bar. " I've been in iail,**
he said, " and I've just got out. I walked home all the
way, and I've not a cent, and had nothing to eat since this
1
THE jnyOLE 223
inonung. And Pve lost mj home, and mj vife's ill, and
I'm done up."
The saloon-teeper gazed at bim, with his h^gard white
(aoe and his blue trembling lips. Then he pnaked a big
bottle toward him. " Fill lier up I" he Baid.
Jorffis eonldhardly hold the bottle, his hands shook so,
" Don b be afraid," said the saloon-keeper; ** fill her npl"
So Jnrgis drank a hnge glass of whiskey, and theii
turned to the luiioh>oonnter, in obedience to the other's
suggestion. Be ate all he dared, staffing it in as fast as
he ooold; and then, after trjing to speak his gratitnde,
he went and sat down hy the big red store in the middle
of the room.
It was too good to last, however — like all things in this
hard world. His soaked olothiog began to steam, and the
horrible stench of fertilizer to fill the room. In an hour
or so the packing-honses would be oloaing and the men
coming in from their work; and thej wonld not coma
into a place that smelt of Jurgis. Also it was Satarday
night, and in a couple of hoars woald come aTiolin and a
oomet, and in the rear part of the saloon the families of
the neighborhood woulddanoe and feast opon wienerwnrst
and l^er, until two or three o'clock in the morning. The
saloon-keeper coached once or twice, and then remarked,
" Say, Jack, I'm airaid you'll have to quit"
He was used to the sight of haman wrecks, thif saloon-
keeper ; he " fired " dozens of them eyery night, just as
haggard and cold and forlorn as this one. But they were
all men who had given np and been counted out, while
Jurgis was still in thefight, and had reminders of decency
about him. As he got ap meekly, the other reflected that
he had always been a steady man, and might soon be a
food customer again. "Toa've beennpagtunstitjlsee,"
e said. "Come this way."
In the rear of the saloon were the oellar-sturs. Ther«
was a door above and another below, both safely padlock'
ed,makingtheBtairsan admirable place to stowaway acu8<
tomer who might still chance to have money, or a politiaal
light whom it was not advisable to kick out of doorr
2M THB JUNGLE
So Jnrgis spent the night. The whiskey had only half
warmed mm, and he could not sleep, exhausted as he was;
he would nod forward, and then start up, shivering witli
the cold, and begin to remember again. Hour after hour
passed, until he could only persuMe himself that it was
not morning by the sounds of music and laughter and
singing that were to be heard from the room. When at
last these ceased, he expected that he would be turned out
into the street ; as this did not happen, he fell to wonder^
ing whether the man had forgotten him.
In the end, when the silence and suspense were no long^
to be borne, he got up and hammered on the door; and
the proprietor came, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
He was keeping open all night, and dozing between cus«
tomers.
^ I want to go home,** Jurgis said. ^ Fm worried about
my wife— I can't wait any longer.**
««Why the hell didn't you say so before?** said the man.
^ I thought you didn't have any home to go to.**
Jurgis went outside. It was four o'clock in the mom*
ing, and as black as night. There were three or four
inches of fresh snow on the ground, and the flakes were
falling thick and fast. He turned toward Aniele's and
started at a run.
There was a light burning in the kitchen window and
the blinds were drawn. The door was unlocked and
Jurgis rushed in.
Aniele, Marija, and the rest of the women were huddled
about the stove, exactly as before; with them were
several new-comers, Jurgis noticed— also he noticed that
the house was silent.
"Well?" he said.
No one answered him; they sat staring at him with
their pale faces. He cried again : "Well?"
And then, by the light of the smoky lamp, he saw
Marija, who sat nearest him, shaking her heail slowly.
•• Not yet,** she said.
And Jurgis gave a oiy of dismay. ^Not ifett^
THE JXTNGLB 225
Again Marija^s head shook. The poor fellow stood
dnmf ounded* ^ I don't hear her,'* he ^ped«
^ She's been quiet a long time," rephed the other.
There was another pause -— broken suddenly bj a voice
from the attic : ^^ Hello, there 1 "
Several of the women ran into the next room, while
Marija sprang toward Jurgis. ^^ Wait here I " she cried,
and the two stood, pale and trembling, listening. In a
few moments it became clear that Madame Haupt was
engaged in descending the ladder, scolding and exhorting
again, while the ladder creaked in protest. In a moment or
two she reached the ground, angpry and breathless, and they
heard her coming into the room. Jurgis gave one glance
at her, and then turned white and reeled. She had her
Bcket off, like one of the workers on the killine-beds.
er hands and arms were smeared with blood, and blood
was splashed upon her clothing and her face.
She stood breathing hard, and gazing about her; no
one made a sound.
^^ I haf done my best," she began suddenly. ^ I can do
netting more — dere is no use to try."
Again there was silence.
^ It ain't my fault," she said. ^ You had ought to haf
had a doctor, und not vaited so long — it vas too late
already ven I come." Once more were was deathlike
stillness. Marija was clutching Jurgis with all the power
of her one well arm.
Then suddenly Madame Haupt turned to Auiele. ^^ You
haf not got someting to drink, hey? " i^e queried. ** Some
brandy?"
Aniele shook her head.
*^ Herr Gott I " exclaimed Madame Haupt. ^^ Such peo-
eel Perhaps you vill give me someting to eat den — I
d had notting since yesterday morning, und I haf
vorked myself near to death here. If I could haf known
it vas like dis, I vould never haf come for such money as
you gif me."
At this moment she chanced to look round, and saw
Jurgis. She shook her finger at him. ^ You uiLd&x%\»sA
226 THE JUNGLE
me," she said, ^^ you pays me dot money ynst de samet
is not my fault dat you send for me so late I can't help
you vife. It is not my fault if der baby comes mit one
arm first, so dot I can't save it. I haf tried all night,
und in dot place vere it is not fit for dogs to be bom,
und mit netting to eat only vot I brings in mine own
pockets."
Here Madame Haupt paused for a moment to get her
breath ; and Marija, seeing the beads of sweat on Jurgis's
forehead, and feeling the quivering of his frame, broke
out in a low voice : •* How is Onaf "
^^How is she?" echoed Madame Haupt. ^'How do yeu
tink she can be ven you leave her to kill herself so t I
told dem dot ven they send for de priest. She is young,
und she might haf got over it, und been veil und strong,
if she been treated right. She fight hard, dot girl — she
is not yet quite dead."
And Jurgis gave a frantic scream. ^^ Dead I "
"She vill die, of course," said the other, angrily, **Der
baby is dead now."
The garret was lighted by a candle stuck upon a board ;
it had almost burned itself out, and was sputtering anit
smoking as Jurgis rushed up the ladder. He could make
out dinuy in one comer a pallet of raes and old blankets,
spread upon the floor; at the foot of it was a crucifix,
and near it a priest muttering a prayer. In a far comer
crouched Elzbieta, moaning and wailing. Upon the pallet
lay Ona.
She was covered with a blanket, but he could see her
shoulders and one arm lying bare ; she was so shrunkea
he would scarcely have known her — she was all but a
skeleton, and as white as a piece of chalk. Her eyelids
were closed, and she lav still as death. He staggered
toward her and fell uponnis knees. with a cry of anguisb:
••Onal Onal"
She did not stir. He caught her hand in his, and begaa
to clasp it firantically, calling: "Look at me I Answer met
It is Jnigis come back— don^ you hear met **
THE JUNOLB 227
There was the funtest qoivering of the eyelids, and he
called again in frenzy: ^Onal Onal**
Then suddenly her eyes opened — one instant. One
instant she looked at him — there was a flash of recog-
nition between them, he saw her afar off, as through
a dim vista, standing forlorn. He stretched out bos
arms to her, he called her in wild despair; a fearful
yearning surged up in him, hunger for her that was
agony, desire that was a new being bom within him, tear*
ing his heartstrings torturing him. But it was all in
vain — she faded from him, she slipped back and was gone*
And a wail of anguish bui*st from him, great sobs shook
all his frame, and hot tears ran down his cheeks and fell
upon her. He clutched her hands, he shook her, he caught
her in his arms and pressed her to him ; but she lay cold
and still — she was gone — she was gone I
The word rang through him like the sound of a bell,
echoing in the far depths of him, making forgotten chords
to vibrate, old shadowy fears to stir — fears of the dark,
fears of the void, fears of annihilation. ?'ie was dead I
She was dead ( He would never see her again, never hear
her again I An icy horror of loneliness seized him ; he
saw himself standing apart and watching all the world
fade away from him — a world of shadows, of fickle
dreams. He was like a little child, in his fright and
grief; he called and called, and got no answer, and his
cries of despair echoed through the house, making the
women down-stairs draw nearer to each other in fear. He
was inconsolable, beside himself — the priest came and laid
his hand upon his shoulder and whispered to him, but ho
heard not a i>ound. He was gone away himself, stum-
bling through the shadows, and groping after the soul
that had fled.
So he lay. The gray dawn came up and crept into tho
attic. The priest left, the women left, and he was alone
with the stiO, white figure — quieter now, but moaning
and shuddering, wrestlme with the grisly fiend. Now
and then he would raise nimself and stare at the whitA
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mask before him, then hide his eyes, because he oonld not
bear it. Dead I dead! And she was only a girl, she was
barely eighteen I Her life had hardly began — and here
she lay murdered •— mangled, tortured to death I
It was morning when he rose up and came down into
the kitchen — hs^gard and ashen gray, reeling and dazed.
More of the neighrors had come in, and they stared at lum
in silence as he sank down upon a chair by the table and
buried his face in his arms.
A few minutes later the front door opened ; a blast of
cold and snow msbed in, and behind it little Kotrina,
breathless from running, and blue with the cold« ^ Tm
home again I '* she exclaimed. ^^ I could hardly — **
And then, seeing Jurgis, she stopped with an exclama-
tion. Looking from one to another she saw that some;
thing had happened, and she asked, in a lower voicci'
"What's the matter ?•• .
Before any one could reply, Jurgis started up i he wiit
toward her, widking unsteadily. ^ Where have you bee^ **
he demanded*
^Selling papers with the boys,** she said. ^Tha
gnow — ** /
^ Have you any money? ^ he demanded. ^
•* Yes.** '
** How much?*
** Nearly three dollars, JurgifL**
•* Give It to me.**
Kotrina, frightened by his manner, glanced at the others.
** Give it to me I ** he commanded again, and she put her
hand into her pocket and pulled out a lump of coins tied
in a bit of rag. Jurgis took it without a word, and went
out of the door and down the street.
Three doors away was a saloon. " Whiskey,** he said, as
he entered, and as the man pushed him some, he tore at
the rag with his teeth and pidled out half a dollar. ^ How
much is the bottle? ** he said. ^ I want to get drunk.**
CHAPTER XX
Bttt a Uff man cannot gtay drank very long on three
dollars. That was Sunday morning, and Monday night
Jurgis came home, sober and sick, realizing that he had
spent every cent the family owned, and had not bought a
single instant's f orgetfulness with it.
Ona was not yet buried ; but the police had been noti«
fied, and on the morrow they would put the body in a pine
coffin and take it to the potter's field. Elzbieta was out
begging now, a few pennies from each of the neighbors, to
iret enoufifh to pay for a mass for hert and the children
^re nvsLis stt^n^ to death, whUe he. ^-f or-nothing
rascal, had been spending their money on drink. So spoke
Aniele, scornfully, and when he started toward the fire
she added the information that her kitchen was no longer
for him to fill with his phosphate stinks. She had crowded
all her boarders into one room on Ona's account, but now
he could go up in the garret where he belonged — and not
there much longer, either, if he did not pay her some
rent.
Jurgis went without a word, and, stepping oyer half a
dozen sleeping boarders in the next room, ascended the
ladder. It was dark up aboye ; they could not afford any
light ; also it was nearly as cold as outdoors. In a comer,
as far away from the corpse as possible, sat Marija, holding
little Antanas in her one gooa arm and trying to soothe
him to sleep. In another corner crouched poor little
Juozapas, waUing because he had had nothing to eat all
day. Marija said not a word to Jurgis; he crept in
like a mapped our, and went and sat down by the
kody.
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Perhaps he ought to have meditated upon the honge?
of the children, and apon his own baseness; but he
thought only of Ona, he rave himself up again to the
luxury of grief. He shed no tears, being ashamed to
make a sound ; he sat motionless and shuddering with his
anguish. He had never dreamed how much he loved Ona»
until now that she was gone ; until now that he sat here,
knowing that on the morrow they would take her away,
and that he would never lay eyes upon her again — never
all the days of his life. His old love, which had been
starved to death, beaten to death, awoke in him again;
the flood-gates of memory were lifted — he saw all their
life together, saw her as he had seen her in Lithuania, the
first day at the fair, beautiful as the flowers, singing like
a bird. He saw her as he had married her, with all her ten-
derness, with her heart of wonder ; the very words she had
spoken seemed to ring now in his ears, the tears she had
i^ed to be wet upon his cheek. The long, cruel battle with
misery and hunger had hardened and embittered him, but
it had not changed her— she had been the same hungrj
soul to the end, stretching out her arms to him, pleadmg
with him, begging him for love and tenderness. And abo
had suffered — so cruelly she had suffered, such agoniest
such infamies — ah, Ood, the memory of them was not to
be borne. What a monster of wickecmess, of heartlessnesa,
he had been 1 Every angry word that he had ever spoken
came back to him and cut him like a knife; every sdfish
act that he had done — with what torments he paid for
them now I And such devotion and awe as well^ up in
his soul — now that it could never be spoken, now that it
was too late, too late t His bosom was choking with it»
bursting with it ; he crouched here in the darkness beside
her, stretching out his arms to her— -and she was gone
forever, she was dead! He could have screamed aloud
with the horror and despair of it ; a sweat of agony beaded
his forehead, yet he dared not make a sound— he scarcely
dared to breathe, because of his shame and loathing of
himself.
Late at night oame Elzbieta, having gotten the momaf
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for a mass, and paid for it in advance, lest she should be
tempted too sorely at home. She brought also a bit of
stale rye-bread that some one had given her, and with that
they quieted the children and got them to sleep. Then
she came over to Jurgis and sat down beside him.
She said not a wora of reproach — she and Marija had
chosen that course before; she would only plead with
him, here by the corpse of his dead wife. Already Elas*
bieta had choked down her tears, grief being crowded out
of her soul by fear. She had to bury one of her children
-—but then she had done it three times before, and each
time risen up and gone back to take up the battle for the
rest. Elzbieta was one of the primitive creatures : like the
angleworm, which goes on living though cut in half ; like
a nen, which, deprived of her chickens one by one, will
mother the last uiat is left her. She did this because it
was her nature — she asked no questions about the justice
of it, nor the worthwhileness of life in which destructioB
and death ran riot*
And this old common-sense view she labored to impress
upon Jureis, pleading with him with tears in her eyes.
Ona was dead, but the others were left and they must bo
saved. She did not ask for her own children. She and
Marija could care for them somehow, but there was Anta*
Bas, ms own son. Ona bad given Antanas to him — the
VLttie fellow was the only remembrance of her that he had »
ha must treasure it and protect it, he must show himself
a man. He knew what Ona would have had him do,
what she would ask of him at this moment, if she could
•peak to him. It was a terrible thing that she should have
died as she had ; but the life had been too hard for her,
and she had to go. It was terrible that they were not
able to bury her, that he could not even have a day to
mourn her — but so it was. Their fate was pressmg;
ihey had not a cent, and the children wordd perish — some
money must be had. Could he not be a man for Ona*8
take, and pull himself together? In a little while they
would be out of dan^r — now that they had eiven up
Um house they could hve more cheaply, and wiu aU tho
J32 THE JUNGLE
children working they could get along, if only he would
not ffo to pieces. So Elzbieta went on, with feverish in-
tensity. It was a struggle for life with her ; she was not
afraid that Jursfis would go on drinking, for he had no
money for that, out she was wild with dre^ at the thought
that he might desert them, might take to the road, as Jonas
had done.
Bat with Ona^s dead body beneath his eyes, Jurgis could
not well think of treason to his child. Yes, he said, he
would try, for the sake of Antanas. He would g^ve the
little fellow his chance — would get to work at once, yes,
to-morrow, without even waiting for Ona to be buried.
They might trust him, he would keep his word, come what
might.
And so he was out before daylight the next morning,
headache, heartache, and all. He went straight to Gra-
ham's fertilizer-mill, to see if he could get back his job.
But the boss shook his head when he saw him — no, his
place had been filled long ago, and there was no room for
nim.
^* Do you think there will be ? '' Jurgis asked. ** I may
have to wait."
" No," said the other, ** it will not be worth your whUe
to wait — there will be nothing for you here."
Jurgis stood gazing at him in perplexity . ^^ What is the
matter ? " he a^ed. " Didn't I do my work ? "
The other met his look with one of cold indifference,
and answered, *^ There will be nothing for you here, I
said."
Jurgis had his suspicions as to the dreadful meaning of
that incident, and he went away with a sinking at the
heart. He went and took his stand with the mob of hun*
gry wretches who were standing about in the snow before
the time-station. Here he stayed, breakfastless, for two
hours, until the throng was driven away by the clubs of
the police. There was no work for him that day.
Jurgis had made a good many acquaintances in his Ion?
services at the yards — there were saloon-keepers who would
trust him for a drink and a sandwich, and members of his
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old union who would lend him a dime at a pinch. It waa
not a question of life and death for him, therefore; he might
hunt sill day, and come again on the morrow, and try hang-
ing on thus for weeks, like hundreds and thousands of
others. Meantime, Teta Elzbieta would go and beg, oyer
in the Hyde Park district, and the children would bring
home enough to pacify Aniele, and keep them all alive.
It was at the end of a week of this sort of waiting,
roaming about in the bitter winds or loafing in saloonSi
that Jurgis stumbled on a chance in one of the cellars of
Jones's big packing plant. He saw a foreman passing the
open doorway, and hailed him for a job.
^Push a truck?'* inquired the man, and Jurgis an«
swered, >^Yes, sir!'' before the words were well out of
his mouth.
^ What's your name ? ** demanded the other.
•* Jurgis Rudkus."
** Worked in the yards before ? •*
•^Yes."
•* Whereabouts ? "
**Two places, — Brown's killing-beds and Durham's
fertilizer-mill."
** Why did you leave there ? "
*^The first time I bad an accident, and the last time I
was sent up for a month."
^I see. Well, I'll give you a triaL Gome early to-
morrow and ask for Mr. Thomas."
So Jurgis rushed home with the wild tidings that ha
bad a job — that the terrible siege was over. The rem-
nants of the family had quite a celebration that night;
and in tibe morning Jurgis was at the place half an hour
before the time of opening. The foreman came in shortly
afterward, and when he saw Jurgis he frowned.
^ Oh," he said, ^ I promised you a job, didn't 1 7"
^ Yes, sir," said Jurgis.
** WelL Pm sorry, but I made a mistake. I can't use
you."
Jnrffia stared, dumfounded. **What'8thematter7''he
gasped.
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** Nothing/' said the man, ** only I can't use you,"
There was the same cold, hostile stare that ne had had
from the boss of the fertilizer-mill. He knew that there
was no use in saying a word, and he turned and went
away.
Out in the saloons the men could tell him all about the
meaning of it ; they gazed at him with pitying eyes —
poor devil, he was blacklisted I What had he aone ?
they asked «• knocked down his boss? Good heavensi
then he might have known I Why, he six)od as much
chance of getting a job in Packingtown as of being chosen
mayor of ChicaTO. Why had he wasted his time hunt-
ing ? They haa him on a secret list in every office, big
and little, in the place. They had his name by this time
in St. Louis and New TorK, in Omaha and Boston, in
Kansas City and St. Joseph. He was condemned and
sentenced, without trial and without appeal ; he could
never work for the packers again — he could not even
clean cattle-pens or drive a truck in any place where they
controlled. He might try it, if he chose, as hundreds had
tried it, and found out for themselves. He would never
be told anything about it ; he would never get any more
satisfaction than he had gotten just now ; but he would
always find when the time came that he was not needed.
It would not do for him to give any other name, either —
they had company ^^ spotters " for just that purpose, and
he wcrddn't keep a job in Pc^kingtown three days. It
was worth a fortune to the packers to keep their black--
list effective, as a warning to the men and a means of
keeping down union agitation and political discontent.
Jurgis went home, carrying these new tiding to the
fitmily council. It was a most cruel thing ; here in Una
district was his home, such as it was, the place he was used
to and the friends he knew— and now every possibility of
em^oyment in it was closed to him. There was not^iing
in Packingtown but packing-houses ; and so it was the
same thing as evicting him from his home.
^ He and the two women spent all day and half the night
discussing it. It would be convenient, down-town« to the
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ohildxeii*8 plaoe of wotki but then Marija was on the
road to recoyeiy, and had hopes of getting a job in
the yards ; and tiiongh she did not see her old-time loyer
once a month, because of the misery of their state, yet she
ooold not make up her mind to go away and give him up
foreyer. Then, too, Elzbieta had heard something about
m chance to scrub floors in Durham's offices, and was
waiting eyerr day for word. In the end it was decided
that Jurgis shoula go down-town to strike out for himself,
and they would decide after he got a job. As there was
no one from whom he could borrow there, and he diured
not be^ for fear of being arrested, it was arranged that
eyery Saj he should meet one of the children and be giyen
fifteen cents of their earnings, upon which he could Keep
ffoiiKp. Then all day he was to pace the streets with
nuncbeds and thousands of other homeless wretches, inquir«
ing at stores, warehouses, and factories for a chance ; and*
at night he was to crawl into some doorway or underneath
a truck, and hide there until midnight, when he might get
into one of the station-houses, and spread a newspaper
upon the floor^ and lie . down in the midst of a throng of
** bums " and beggars, reeking with alcohol and tobacco^
and filthy with yermin and disease.
So for two weeks more Jurgis fought with the demon
of despair. Once he got a chance to load a truck for half
a day, and again he carried an old woman's yalise and was
giyen a quarter. This let him into a lodging-house on
seyeral mghts when he might otherwise haye frozen to
death ; and it also gaye hmi a chance now and then to
buy a newsi>aper in the morning and hunt up jobs while
his riyals were watching and waiting for a paper to be
thrown away. This, howeyer, was really not the adyan-
tage it seemed, for the newspaper adyertisemeuts were a
cause of much loss of precious time and of many weary
journeys A f cQl half of these were *^ f akes,** put in by
the endless yariety of establishments which preyed upon
the helpless ignorance of the unemployed. If Jurgis lost
mlj his time, it was because he had nothing else to lose 4
£36 THB JUiraUB
whenever a smooth-tonraed agent would tell him of Hm
wonderful positions he nad on hand, he ooidd only shake
his head sorrowfully and say that he had not the neoessary
dollar to deposit ; when it was explained to him what
^ big money he and all his family could make by color*
ing photographs, he could only promise to come in again
when he had two dollars to invest in the outfit
In the end Jur^ ^ot a chance through an accidental
meeting with an old-tmie acquaintance of his union days.
He met this man on his way to work in the eiant factories
of the Harvester Trust ; and his friend told him to come
along and he would speak a good word for him to his
boss, whom he knew welL So Jurgis trudged four or five
miles, and passed through a waiting throng of unemployed
at the gate under the escort of nis friend. His knees
nearly gave way beneath him when the foreman, after
'looking him over and questioning him, told him that he^
could find an opening for him.
How much this accident meant to Jurgis he realized
only by stages ; for he found that the harvester-works
were we sort of place to whigh philanthropists and
reformers pointed with pride. It had some thought for
its employees ; its workshops were big and roomy, it pro-
vided a restaurant where the workmen could buy ffood
food at cost, it had even a reading-room, and decent p&oes
where its girl-hands could rest ; also the work was £ree
from many of the elements of filth and repulsivenees that
prevailed at the stockyards. Day after dajr Jurgis dis-
covered these things — things never expected nor dreamed
of by him — until this new place came to seem akind of a
heaven to him.
It was an enormous establishment, covering a hundred
and sixty acres of ground, employing five thousand people,
and turning out over three hundred thousand machines
every year — a good part of all the harvesting and mow*
ing machines used in the country. Jurgis saw very little
of it, of course — it was all specialized work, the same as
at the stockjrards ; each one of the hundreds of parts of
a mowing-machine was made separately, and sometimes
THB JUNGLE 2Sf
liandled by hundreds of men. Where Jorgis worked there
was a machine which cut and stamped a certain piece of
steel about two square inches in size; the pieces came
tumbling out upon a tray, and all that human hands had
to do was to pUe them in regular rows, and change the
trays at intervals. This was done by a single boy, who
stood with eyes and thought centred upon it, and fingers
flying so fast that the sounds of the bits of steel stri£uig
upon each other was like the music of an express train as
one hears it in a sleepine-car at night. This was ** piece-
work," of course ; and besides it was made certain that
the boy did not idle, by setting the machine to match the
highest possible speed of human hands. Thirty thousand
of these pieces he handled every day, nine or ten mil-
lions every year— -how many in a lifetime it rested with
the gods to say. Near by him men sat bending over whirl-
ing grindstones, putting the finishing touches to the steel
of the reaper; picking them out of a basket with
1^
the right hand, pressing first one side and then the other
against the stone and mially dropping them with the left
hand into another basket. One of these men told Jurgis
that he had sharpened three thousand pieces of steel a &y
for thirteen years. In the next room were wonderful ma-
chines that ate up long steel rods by slow stages, cutting
them off, seizing the pieces, stamping heads upon them,
rindine them and polishing them, threading them, and
nally dropping them into a basket, all ready to bolt the
harvesters together. From yet another machine came
tens of thousands of steel burs to fit upon these bolts.
In other places all these various parts were dipped into
troughs of paint and hung up to dry, and then sUd alons^
on trolleys to a room where men streaked them with red
and yellow, so that they might look cheerful in the har-
vest-fields.
Jura's friend worked upstairs in the casting-rooms,
and his task was to make the moulds of a certain part.
He shovelled black sand into an iron receptacle and
pounded it tight and set it aside to harden ; tiien it would
oe taken out, and molten iron poured into it. This maa^
SS8 THE JUNGLE
too, was paid by the mould ^>or rather for perfect cask
ings, nearly half his work going for naught. You might
see him, alone with dozens of others, toiling like one pos*
sessed by a wole community of demons ; Ms arms work-
ing like the driying rods of an engine, his long, black hair
flying wild, his eyes starting out, the sweat rolling in
riyers down his face. When he had shoyelled the mould
full of sand, and reached for the pounder to pound it with,
it was after the manner of a canoeist running rapids and
seizing a pole at sight of a submerged rock. All day long
this man would toil thus, his whole being centred upon
the purpose of making twenty-three instead of twenty*
two ana a half cents an hour; and then his product
would be reckoned up by the census-taker, and jubilant
captains of industry womd boast of it in their lianquet*
halls, telling how our workers are nearly twice as efficient
as those of any other country. If we are the greatest
nation the sun eyer shone upon, it would seem to h%
mainly because we haye been able to goad our wage*
earners to this pitch of frenzy; though there are a few
other things that are great among us, including our drink*
bill, which is a billion and a quarter of dollars a year, and
doubling itself eyery decade.
There was a machine which stamped out the iron plates,
and then another which, with a mighty thud, mashed Uiem
to the sh^e of the sitting-down portion of the American
farmer. Then they were piled upon a truck, and it was
Jurffis's task to wheel them to the room where the
macmines were ^assembled.'' This was child's play for
him, and he got a dollar and seyenty-iiye cents a day for
it ; on Saturday he paid Aniele die seyenty-fiye cents a
week he owed her for the use of her garret, and also re*
deemed his oyercoat, which Elzbieta had put in pawn
when he was in jaiL
This last was a great blessing. A man cannot go about
in midwinter in Chicago with no oyercoat and not pay
for it, and Jurgis had to walk or ride fiye or six milee
back and forth to his work. It so happened that half
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of this was in one direction and half in another, neces-
sitating a change of cars ; the law required that transfers
be given at all intersecting points, but the railway corpo*
ration had gotten round th^ by arranging a pretence at
separate ownership. So whenever he wished to ride, he
had to pay ten cents each way, or over ten per cent of his
income to this power, which had gotten its franchises long
ago by buying up the city council, in the face of popular
clamor amounting almost to a rebellion. Tired as he
felt at night, and dark and bitter cold as it WbS in the
morning, Jurgis generally chose to walk; at the hours
other workmen were travelling, the street-car monopoly
saw fit to put on so few cars that there would be men
hanging to every foot of the backs of them and often
•Touching upon the snow-covered roof. Of course the
doors could never be closed, and so the cars were as cold
as outdoors; Jurgis, like many others, found it better to
spend his fare for a drink and a free lunch, to give him
strength to walk.
These, however, were all slight matters to a man wh»
had escaped from Durham's fertilizer-mill. Jurgis be-
gan to pick up heart again and to make plans. He had
lost his house, but then the awful load of the rent and
interest was off his shoulders, and when Marija was well
again they could start over and save. In the shop where
he worked was a man, a Lithuanian like himself, whom
the others spoke of in admiring whispers, because of the
mighty feats he was performing. All day he sat at a
machine turning bolts ; and then in the evening he went
to the public school to study English and learn to read.
In addition, because he had a family of eight children to
support and his earnings were not enough^ on Saturdays
and Sundays he served as a watchman ; he was required
to press two buttons at opposite ends of a building every
five minutes, and as the walk only took him two minuteSi
he had three minutes to study between each trip* Jurjgis
felt jealous of this fellow ; for that was the sort of thing
he himself had dreamed of, two or three years ago. H#
aadght do it even yet, if he had a fur chance — bo miq^
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THE JXJNGLB
attract attention and become a skilled man or a boss, as
some had done in this place. Suppose that Marija could
get a job in the big mill where they made binder-twine —
then they would move into this neighborhood, and he
would really have a chance. With a hope like that,
there was some use in living ; to find a place where you
were treated like a human being — by God I he would
show them how he could appreciate it. He laughed to
himself as he thought how he would hang on to this
job I
And then one afternoon, the ninth of his work in the
pliace, when he went to get his overcoat he saw a group
of men crowded before a placard on the door, and when
be went oyer and ad:ed what it was, they told him that
teginning with the morrow his department of the harvester
works would be closed until further notice I
CHAPTER XXI
Teat was the way they did it! There was not half an
lioor's warning — the works were closed I It had hap-
pened that way before, said the men, and it would happen
that way foreyer. They had made all the harvesting-ma-
chines that the world needed, and now they had to wait
till some wore out I It was nobody's fault — that was the
way of it; and thousands of men and women were turned
•ut in the dead of winter, to live upon their sayings if they
had any, and otherwise to die. So many tens of thousands
already in the city, homeless and begging for work, and
now several thousand more added to them I
Jurgis walked home with his pittance of pay in his
pooke^ heartbroken, overwhelmea. One more oandage
nad been torn from his eyes, one more pitfall was reveided
to him I Of what help was kindness and decency on the
part of employers — when thev could not keep a job for
Um, when there were more harvesting-machmes made
than the world was able to buy I What a hellish mockery
it was, anyway, that a man snould slave to make harvest-
ing-machines for the country, only to be turned out to
st^e for doing his duty too well I
It took him two days to get over this heart-sickening
disappointment. He did not drink anything, because
Elzbieta got his money for safekeeping, and knew him to#
well to be in the least frightened by his angrv demands.
He stayed up in the garret, however, and sulked — what
was the use of a man's hunting a job when it was taken
from him before he had time to learn the work? But
then their money was going again, and little Antanas was
kungrjy and crying with the bitter cold of tb^ ^g^xt^^
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242 THE JUNGLE
Also Madame Haupt, the midwife, was after him for soma
money. So he went out once more.
For another ten days he roamed the streets and alleys
of the huge city, sick and hungry, begging for any work.
He tried in stores and offices, in restaurants and hotels»
along the docks and in the railroad-yards, in warehouses
and mills and factories where they made products that
went to every comer of the world. There were often
one or two chances — but there were always a hundred
men for every chance, and his turn would not come. At
night he crept into sheds and cellars and doorways — until
there came a spell of belated winter weather, witn a raging
gale, and the thermometer five degrees below zero at sun*
down and falling all night. Then Jurgis fought like
a wild beast to get into the big Harrison Street police-sta-
tion, and slept down in a corridor, crowded with two other
men upon a single step.
He had to fi^t often in these days — to fight for a place
near the factory gates, and now and again with gangs on
the street. He found, for instance, tnat the business of
carrying satchels for railroad-passengers was a preempted
one — whenever he essayed it, eight or ten men and boys
would fall upon him and force him to run for his lUfe
They always nad the policeman ^^ squared,'* and so there
was no use in expecting protection.
That Jurgis did not starve to death was due solely to
the pittance the children brought him. And even this was
never certain. For one thing the cold was idmost more
than the children could bear ; and then they, too, were in
perpetual peril from rivals who plundered and beat them.
The law was against them, too — little Vilimas, who was
really eleven, but did not look to be eight, was stopped on
the streets by a severe old lady in spectacles* who told him
that he was too young to be workms and that if he did
not stop selling papers she would send a truant-officer after
him. Also one night a strange man caught little Kotrina
by the arm and tried td perstuide her into a dark cellar-
way, an experience which filled her with such terror that
the was hardly to be kept at work.
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At last, on a Sunday, as there was no nse looking tor
woi^ Jorgis went home by stealing rides on the cars.
He found that they had been waiting for him for three
days — there was a chance of a job for him.
It was quite a story. Little Jnozapas, who was near
crazy with hunger these days, had ^one out on the street
to beg for himself. Juozapas had only one leg, having
been run over by a wagon when a little child, but he haa
got himself a broomstick, which he put under his arm for a
crutch. He had fallen in with some other children and
found the way to Mike Scully's dump, which lay three
or four blocks away. To this place there came every day
many hundreds of wagon-loads of garbage and trash from
the lake-front, where the rich people lived; and in the
heaps the children raked for food — there were hunks of
bread and potato peelings and apple-cores and meat*
bones, all of it half frozen and quite unspoiled. Little
Juozapas gorged himself, and came home with a newspaper
full, which he was feeding to Antanas when his mother
came in. Elzbieta was horrified, for she did not believe
that the food out of the dumps was fit to eat. The next
day, however, when no harm came of it and Juozapas be-
gan to cry with hunger, she gave in and said that he might
go again. And that afternoon he came home with a story
of how while he had been dig^g away with a stick, a
lady upon the street had called him. A real fine lady, the
little boy explained, a beautiful lady; and she wanted to
know all about him, and whether he got the garbage for
chickens, and why he walked with a broomstidk, and why
Ona had died, and how Jurgis had come to go to jail, and
what was the matter with Marija, and everything. In
the end she had asked where he lived, and said that she
was coming to see him, and bring him a new crutch to
walk with. She had on a hat with a bird upon it,
Juozapas added, and a long fur snake around her neck.
She really came, the very next morning, and climbed the
ladder to the garret, and stood and stared about her, turn-*
ing pale at the sight of the blood stains on the floor where
Ona had died. She was a ^^ settlement- worker,'* she ez*
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plained tp Elzbieta — she lived aioimd on Ashland Ayenne.
Elzbieta knew the place, over a feed-store; somebody had
wanted her to go there, but she had not cared to, for she
thought that it must have something to do with religion^
and the priest did not like her to have anythinc^ to do with
stranfi^e religions. They were rich people who came to
live there to find out about the poor people; but what
good they expected it would do them to know, one could
not imagine. So spoke Elzbieta, naively, and the young
lady laughed and was rather at a loss for an answer— she
stood and gazed about her, and thought of a cynical
remark that had been made to her, that she was stajiding
upon the brink of the pit of hell and throwing in snow-
balls to lower the temperature.
Elzbieta was glad to have somebody to listen, and she
told all their woes, — - what had happened to Ona, and the
J*ail, and the loss of their home, ana Marija's accident, and
low Ona had died, and how Jurgis could get no work.
As she listened the prettv young lady's eyes filled with
tears, and in the midst of it she burst into weeping and
hid her face on Elzbieta's shoulder, quite regardless of the
fact that the woman had on a dirty old wrapper and that
the garret was full of fleas. Poor Elzbieta was ashamed
of herself for having told so woful a tale, and the other
had to beg and plead with her to get her to go on. The
end of it was that the young lady sent them a basket of
things to eat, and left a letter that Jurgis was to take to a
genUeman who was superintendent in one of the mills of
the great steel-works in South ChicaTO. ^^ He will get
Jurgis something to do,*' the young bdy had said, and
added, smiling through her tears— ^ If he doesn^ he will
never marry me.**
The steel- works were fifteen miles awav, and as usual it
was so contrived that one had to pay two rares to get thure*
Far and wide the sky was flaring with the red glare that
leaped from rows of towering chimneys— for it was pitch
iAvk when Jurgis arrived. The vast works, a city in
themselves, were surrounded by a stockade ; and already
THE JXnrGLB S45
a full hundred men were waiting at the gate where new
hands were taken on. Soon after daybreak whistles began
to blow, and then suddenly thousands of men appeared,
streaming from saloons and boarding-houses across the
way, leaping from trolley-cars that passed — it seemed as
if tiiey rose out of the ground, in the dim gray light. A
river of them poured in through the gate — and then
gradually ebbed away again, until there were only a few
&te ones running, and the watchman pacing up and down,
and the hungry strangers stamping and shivering.
Jurg^s presented his precious letter. The gatekeeper
was surly, and put him through a catechism, but he in-
sisted that he knew nothing, and as he had taken the
precaution to seal his letter, there was nothing for the
gatekeeper to do but send it to the person to whom it was
addressed. A messenger came back to say that Jurgis
should wait, and so he came inside of the gate, perhaps
not sorry enough that there were others less fortunate
watching him with greedy eyes.
The great mills were getting under way— one could
hear a vast stirring, a rolnng and rumbling and hammer-
ing. LitUe by littie the scene grew plain: towering,
black buildings here and there, long rows of shops and
sheds, little railways branching everywhere, bare gray
cinders under foot and oceans of billowing black smoke
above. On one side of the grounds ran a railroad with a
dozen tracks^ and on the ower side lay the lake, where
steamers came to load.
Jurgis had time enough to stare and speculate, for it
was two hours before he was summoned. He went into
the oflSce-building, where a company time-keeper inter-
viewed him. The superintendent was busy, he said, but
he (the time-keeper) would try to find Jurgis a job. He
had never worked in a steel-mill before ? But he was
ready for anything ? Well, then, they would go and see.
So they l>egan a tour, among sights that made Jurgis
stare amazed. He wondered it ever he could get used to
working in a place like this, where the air shook with
deafening thonder, and whistles shrieked warnings oa sU
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It was at the and of this rail'a progress that JurgiB gol
his chance. They had to be moved by men with crowb£r8»
and the boss here could use another man. So he took off
his coat and set to work on the spot.
It took him two hours to get to this place everj day
and cost him a dollar and twenty cents a week. As this
was out of the question, he wrapped his bedding in a
bundle and took it with him, and one of his fellow- work-
ing-men introduced him to a Polish lodging-house, where
he might have the privilege of sleeping upon the floor for
ten cents a night. He got his meals at free-lunch counters,
and every Saturday night he went home — bedding and
all — and took the greater part of his money to the ffunily.
Elzbieta was sorry for tms arrangement, for she feared
that it would get him into the habit of living^ without
them, and once a week was not very often for lum to sea
his baby; but there was no other way of arranging it.
There was no chance for a woman at the steel-works, and
Marija was now ready for work again, and lured on from
day to day by the hope of finding it at the yards.
In a week Jurgis got over his sense of helplessness and
bewilderment in the rail-mill. He learned to find his wav
about and to take idl the miracles and terrors for granted,
to work without heariiu; the rumbling and crashing. From
blind fear he went to t£e other extreme ; he became reck*
less and indifferent, like all the rest of the men, who took
but little thoufi^ht of themselves in the udor of their work.
It was wondenul, when one came to think of it, that these
men should have taken an interest in the work they did;
they had no share in it —they were paid by the hour, and
paid no more for being interested. Also they knew that
if thev were hurt thev would be fiun^ aside and forgotten
-^and still they would hurry to their task by dangerous
short-cuts, would use methods that were quicker and more
effective in spite of the fact that they were also risky.
His fourth day at his work Jurgis sawa man stumble while
running in front of a car, and have his foot mashed off;
and berare he had been there three we^s be was witness
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of a yet more dreadful accident. There was a row of
brick-fomaces, shining white through every erack with
the molten steel inside. Some of these were bulging dan-
gerously, yet men worked before them, wearing blue
glasses when they opened and shut the doors. One mom«
ing as Jurgis was passing, a furnace blew out, spraying
two men with a shower of liquid fire. As they lay scream-
ing and rolling upon the ground in agony, / urg^s rushed
to help them, and as a result he lost a good part of the
skin from the inside of one of his hands. The company
doctor bandaged it up, but he got no other thanks from
any one, and was laid up for eight working days without
any pay.
Most fortunately, at this juncture, Elzbieta got the
loi^-awaited chance to go at five o'clock in the morning
and help scrub the office-floors of one of the packers.
Jurgis came home and covered himself with blankets to
keep warm, and divided his time between sleeping and
playing witii little Antanas. Juozapas was away raking
m the dump a good part of the time, and Elzbieta and
Bfarija were hunting for more work.
Antanas was now over a year and a half old, and was a
perfect talking-machine. He learned so fast that every
week when Jurgis came home it seemed to him as if
he had a new (mild. He would sit down and listen and
stare at him, and give vent to delighted exclamations, —
^Palauk! Mwmal Tu mono 9zirdele ! ** The little fellow
was now really the one delight that Jurgis had in the
world — his one hope, his one victory. Tnank God, An-
tanas was a boy I And he was as tough as a pine-knot,
and with the appetite of a wolf. Nothing had hurt him,
and nothing could hurt him ; he had come through all
the suffering and deprivation unscathed — only sli^Hler-
voiced and more determined in his grip upon life. He
was a terrible child to manage, was Antanas, but his
&ther did not mind that — he would watch him and smile
to himself with satisfaction. The more of a fighter he
was the better— he would need to fight belore he got
tfarooi^
IT
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Jargil had got the habit of buying the Sunday paper
whenever he had the money ; a most wonderful paper
could be had for only five cents, a whole armful, with all
the news of the world set forth in big headlines, that
Jurgis could spell out slowly, with the children to help
him at the long words. There was battle and murder
and sudden death — it was marvellous how they ever heard
about so many entertaining and thrilling happenings ; the
stories must be all true, for surely no man could have made
such things up, and besides, there were pictures of them
all, as real as life. One of these papers was as good as a
circus, and nearly as good as a spree — certainly a most
wonderful treat K>r a working-man, who was tired out and
stupefied^ and had never had any education, and whose
work was one dull, sordid grind, day after day, and year
after year, with never a sight of a green field nor an hour's
entertainment, nor anything but liquor to stimulate his
imagination. Among other things, these papers had pages
full of comical pictures, and these were the main joy in
life to little Antanas. He treasured them up, and would
drag them out and make his father tell him about them ;
there were all sorts of animals among them, and Antanas
could tell the names of all of them, lying upon the floor for
hours and pointing them out with his chubby little fingers.
Whenever the storv was plain enous^h for J urgis to make
out, Antanas would have it repeated to him, and then he
would remember it, prattling funny little sentences and
mixing it up with other stones in an irresistible fashion.
Also his quaint pronunciation of words was such a delight
•"-and the phrases he would pick up and remember, the
most outlandish and impossible thines I The first time
that the little rascal burst out wiUi ^^ God-damn,** his
father nearly rolled off the chair with glee ; but in the
end he was sorry for this, for Antanas was soon ^^ God«
damning *• everything and everybody.
And then, when he was able to use his hands, Jor^
took his bedding ag^in and went back to his task of shut*
kkg rails. It was now April, and the snow had giveii
THE JUNGLE 251
place to cold rains, and the unpaved street in front of
Aniele's house was turned into a canal. Jurgis would
have to wade through it to get homct and if it was late
he might easily get stuck to ms waist in the mire. But he
did not mind this much-— it was a promise that summer
was coming. Marija had now gotten a place as beef*
trimmer in one of the smaller packing-plants ; and he told
himself that he had learned his lesson now, and would meet
with no more accidents — so that at last there was pros-
pect of an end to their long agony* They could save
money again, and when another winter came they would
have a comfortable place ; and the children would be off
the streets and in school again, and they might set to work
to nurse back into life their habits of decency and kind*
ness. So once more Jurgis began to make plans and
dream dreams*
And then one Saturday night he jumped off the car
and started home, with the sun shining low under the
edge of a bank of clouds that had been pouring floods of
water into the mud-soaked street. There was a rainbow
in the sky, and another in his breast — for he had thirty-
six hours* rest before him, and a chance to see his family.
Then suddenly he came in sight of the house, and noticed
that there was a crowd before the door. He ran up the
steps and pushed his way in, and saw Aniele*s kitchen
crowded with excited women. It reminded him so vividly
of the time when he had come home from jail and found
Ona dying, that his heart almost stood stiU. ^What's
the matter? ** he cried.
A dead silenoe had fallen in the room, and he saw that
every^ one was staring at him. ** What*s the matter? *^ he
exclaimed again.
And then, up in the garret, he heard sounds of wailincf,
in Mari ja*s voice. He started for the ladder — and Aniele
seized him by the arm. **No» nol** she exclaimed.
•* Don't go up there I ••
** What is it? •• he shouted.
And the old woman answered him weakly : ^ It's An*
tanas. He's dead. He was drowned out in the streetl "
CHAPTER XXn
JuBGis took the news in a peculiar way. He turned
deadly pale, but he caught himself, and for half a minute
stood in the middle of the room, clenching his hands tightly
and setting his teeth. Then he pushed Aniele aside and
strode into the next room and climbed the ladder.
In the comer was a blanket, with a form half showing
beneath it $ and beside it lay Elzbieta, whether crying or
in a faint, Jurgis could not tell. Marija was pacing the
room, screaming and wringing her hands. He clenched
his hands tighter yet, and his voice was hard as he spoke.
^ How did it happen? ** ho asked.
Marija scarcely heard him in her agony. He repeated
the question, louder and yet more harshly. ^ He fell off the
sidewalk I** she wailed. The sidewalK in front of the
house was a platform made of half -rotten boards, about
five feet above the level of the sunken street.
^ How did he come to be there? '' he demanded*
^ He went -* he went out to play,** Marija sobbed^ her
Toice choking her. ^^ We couldn^t make him stay in. He
must have got caught in the mud I **
** Are you sure that he is dead? " he demanded.
•• Ai I ai I •• she wailed. ** Yes ; we had the doctor.*
Then Jurgis stood a few seconds, wavering. He did
not shed a tear. He took one glance more at the blanket
with the little form beneath it, and then turned suddenly
to the ladder and climbed down aeain. A silence feu
once more in the room as he entered. He went straight
to the door, passed out, and started down the street.
^Then his wife had died, Jurgis made for the nearest
saloon, bat be did not do that now^ though be had his
1
week's wages in his pocket. He walked and walked, see*
ing nothing, splashing through mud and water* Later on
he sat down upon a step and hid lus face in his hands and
for half an hour or so he did not move. Now and then he
would whisper to himself : ^ Dead I Dead! '*
Finally, he got up and walked on again. It was about
sunset, and he went on and on until it was dark, when he
was stopped by a railroad-crossing. The gates were down,
and a long train of freight-cars was thundering by. He
stood and watched it ; and all at once a wild impulse seized
him, a thought that had been lurking within him, un-
spoken, unrecognized, leaped into sudden life. He started
down the tracK, and when he was past the g^te-keeper's
shanty he sprang forward and swung himself on to one of
the cars.
By and by the train stopped again, and Jurgis sprang
down and ran under the car, and hid himself upon the
truck. Here he sat, and when the train started again, he
fought a battle with his soul. He gripped his hands and
set nis teeth together—- he had not wept, and he would
not— -not a tear I It was past and over, and he was
done with it— he would fling it off his shoulders, be free
of it, the whole business, that night. It should go like a
black, hateful nightmare, and in the morning he would be
a new man. And every time that a thought of it assailed
him—- a tender memory, a t race of a tear — he rose up,
cursing with ra^e, and pounded it down.
He was fighting for his life; he mashed his teeth
together in his desperation. He had Seen a fool, a fool t
He had wasted lus life, he had wrecked himself, with his
accursed weakness ; and now he was done with it — he
would tear it out of him, root and branch I There should
be no more tears and no more tenderness; he had had i
enough of them — they had sold him into slavery I Now
he was going to be free, to tear off his shackles, to rise up
and fight. He was glad that the end had come — it haa
to come some time, and it was just as well now. This was
no world for women and children, and the sooner they got
out of it the better for them. Whatever Antanas might
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suffer where he was, he could suffer no more than ht
would have had he^ stayed upon earth. And meantime
his father had thought the last thought about him that
he meant to ; he was going to think of himself, he was
going to fight for himself, against the world that had baffled
him and tortured him I
So he went on, tearing up all the flowers from the gsij>
den of his soul, and setting his heel upon them. The train
thundered deafeningly, and a storm of dust blew in his
&ce; but though it stopped now and then through the
night, he clung where he was — he would cling there until
he was driven off, for eyery mile that he got from Pack*
ingtown meant another loaa from his mind.
Whenever the cars stopped a warm breeze blew upon
him, a breeze laden with the perfume of fresh fields, of
honeysuckle and clover. He snuffed it, and it made his
heart beat wildly — he was out in the country again I He
was going to live in the country I When the dawn came
he was peering out with hungry eyes, getting glimpses of
meadows and woods and rivers. At last he could stand it
no longer, and when the train stopped again he crawled
out. Upon the top of the car was a brakeman, who shook
his fist and swore ; Jurgis waved his hand derisivelyt and
started across the country.
Only think that he haa been a countryman all his life ;
and for three long years he had never seen a country sight
nor heard a country sound I Excepting for that one mlk
when he left jail, when he was too much worried to notice
anything, and for a few times that he had rested in the
oity parks in the winter time when he was out of work,
he had literally never seen a tree I And now he felt like
a bird lifted up and borne away upon a gale ; he stopped and
stared at each new sight of wonder, — at a herd of cows,
and a meadow full of daisies, at hedgerows set thick with
June roses, at little birds singing in the trees.
Then he came to a farm-house, and after getting himself
a stick for protection, he approached it. The farmer was
greasing a wagon in front of the bam, and Jurgis went
to him. ^I would like to cret some breakfast, please,^
be 6idd»
THE JUNQLB »»
^Do jon want to work?** eaid the iarmer.
••No,** said Jurgis, •*! don't.'*
**Then you can't get anything here»** snapped the
Other.
^ I meant to pay for it,** said Jurgis.
-< Oh," said the fanner ; and then added sarcastically,
•*We don't serve breakfast after 7 A.M.'*
** I am very hungry," said Jurgis, gravely ; •* I would
like to buy some food."
^ Ask the woman," said the farmer, nodding over his
shoulder. The ^ woman " was more tractable, and for a
dime Jurgis secured two thick sandwiches and a piece of
pie and two apples. He walked off eating the pie, as the
least convenient thing to carry. In a few minutes he
came to a stream, and he climbed a fence and walked
down the bank, along a woodland path. By and by he
found a comfortable spot, and there he devoured his meal,
slaking his thirst at the stream. Then he lay for hours,
just gazing and drinking in joy; until at last he felt
sleepy, ana lay down in the shade of a bush.
When he awoke the sun was shining hot in his face.
He sat up and stretched his arms, and then gazed at the
water sliding by* There was a deep pool, sheltered and
silent, below him, and a sudden wonderful idea rushed
upon him. He might have a bath I The water was free,
and he might get into it — all the way into it I It would
be the first time that he had been all the way into the water
since he left Lithuania I
When Jurgis had first come to the stockyards he had
been as clean as any working-man could well be. But
later on, what with sickness and cold and hunger and
discouragement, and the filthiness of his work, and the
vermin in his home, he had given up washing in winter,
and in summer only as much of him as would go into a
basin. He had had a shower-bath in jail, but nothing
since — and now he would have a swim I
The water was warm, and he splashed about like a very
boy in his glee. Afterward he sat down in the water near
the bank, and proceeded to scrub himself— soberly and
256 THE JUKGLK
methodioallji soonring every inch of him with sand.
While he was domg it he would do it thoroughly, and see
how it felt to be clean. He even scrubbed ms head with
sand, and combed what the men called ^^ crumbs " out of
his long, black hair, holding his head under water as long
as he could, to see if he could not kill them all. Then,
seeing that the sun was still hot, he took his clothes from
the bank and proceeded to wash them, piece by piece ; as
the dirt and grease went floating off down-stream he
grunted with satisfaction and soi:^ed the clothes again,
venturing even to dream that he might get rid of the
fertilizer.
He hung them all up, and while they were drying he
lay down in the sun and had another long sleep. They
were hot and stiff as boards on top, and a little damp on
the under-side, when he awakened ; but being hungry, he
put them on and set out again. He had no knife, but
with some labor he broke himself a good stout club, and,
armed with this, he marched down the road again.
Before long he came to a big farm-house, and turned up
the lane that led to it. It was lust supper-time, and the
farmer was washing his hands at the kitchen-door.
** Please, sir,** said Jurgis, ^can I have something to eat?
I can pay.** To which the farmer responded promptly,
" We don't feed tramps here. Get outi *•
Jurgis went without a word ; but as he passed round
the bam he came to a freshly ploughed and harrowed field.
In which the farmer had set out some young peach-trees i
and as he walked he jerked up a row of them by the roots,
more than a hundrea trees in all, before he reached the
end of the field. That was his answer, and it showed his
mood ; from now on he was fighting, and the man who hit
him would get all that he gave, every time.
Beyond the orchard Jurgis struck through a patch of
woods, and then a field of winter-grain, and came at last
to another road. Before long he saw another farm-house,
and, as it was beginning to cloud over a little, he asked
here for shelter as well as food. Seeing the fanner eying
him dubiously, he added, ^^ 1*11 be glad to sleep in the hamr
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^ Wen, I dxmox^^ said the otlier. **]>o joa smoke? **
«« Sometimes,*' sud Jorgis, "^but TU do it out of
doors.*' When ike man had assented, he inquired,
^How much will it cost me? 1 haven't very much
money."
** I reckon about twenty oents for supper," replied the
farmer. ** I won't charge ye for the barn."
So Jurgis went in, and sat down at the table with the
farmer's wife and half a dozen children. It was a bounti*
ful meal— -there were baked beans and mashed potatoes
and asparaeus chopped and stewed, and a dish of straw*
berries, and great, tliick slices of bread, and a pitcher of
milk. Jurgis had not had such a feast since his wedding
day, and he made a mighty effort to put in his twenty
cents' worth.
They were all of them too hungry to talk ; but after-
ward they sat upon the steps and smoked, and the farmer
questioned his guest. When Jurgis had explained that
he was a working-man from Chicago, and that he did not
know just whither he was bound, the other said, ^ Why
don't you stay here and work for me ? "
** I'm not looking for work just now," Jur^ answered.
** I'll pay ye goM," said the other, eying nis big form
— *^ a dollar a aay and board ye. Help's terrible scarce
round here."
^ Is that winter as well as summer ? " Jurgis demanded
quickly.
M^.^no," said the farmer; ^I couldn't keep ye after
November -— I ain't got a big enough place for that."
^ I see," said the other, *♦ that's what I thought. When
you get through working your horses this fall, will you
turn them out in the snow?" (Jurgis was beginning to
think for himself nowadays.")
^ It ain't quite the same, the farmer answered, seeing
the point. ^ There ought to be work a stronfi^ fellow like
you can find to do, in the cities, or some place, m the winter
time."
^ Yes," said Jurgis, ^Hhat's what thev all think; and so
tbej crowd into the cities, and when they have to beg ox.
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steal to liye, then people ask 'em why they doat go into
the country, where help is scarce.**
The farmer meditated awhile.
** How about when your money's gone ? ** he inquired,
finally. *♦ You'll have to, then, won't you ? ••
** Wait till she's gone," said Jurgis ; •* then 111 see,"
He had a long sleep in the bam and then a big break-
fast of coffee and bread and oatmeal and stewed cherriesi
for which the man charged him only fifteen cents, perhaps
having^ been influenced by his arguments. Then Jurgis
bade rarewell, and went on his way.
Such was the beginning of his life as a tramp. It was
seldom he got as fair treatment as from this last farmer,
and so as time went on he learned to shun the houses and
to prefer sleeping in the fields. When it rained he would
find a deserted building, if he could, and if not, he would
wait until after dark and then, with his stick ready, begin
a stealthy approach upon a bam. Generally he could get
in before the dog got scent of him, and then he would
hide in the hay and be safe until morning ; if not, and the
dog attacked him, he would rise up and make a retreat in
battle order. Jurgis was not the mighty man he had once
been, but his arms were still good, and there were few
farm dogs he needed to hit more than once.
Before long there came raspberries, and then black*
berries, to help him save his money ; and there were apples
in the orchards and potatoes in the ground — he learned
to note the places and fill his pockets after dark. Twice
hd even managed to capture a chicken, and had a feasti
once in a deserted bam and the other time in a lonely
spot alongside of a stream. When all of these things
failed him he used his money carefully, but without worry
— for he saw that he could earn more wheneyer he chose.
Half an hour's chopping wood in his lively fashion was
enoueh to bring him a meal, and when the farmer had
seen him working he would sometimes try to bribe him to
stay.
But Jurgis was not staying. He was a free maa noWf
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% bnooaneer. The old Wanderluit had got into his blood,
the joy of the unbound life, the joy of seeking, of looping
without limit. There were mishaps and discomforts —
but at least there was always something new ; and only
think what it meant to a man who for years had been
penned up in one place, seeing nothing but one dreary
prospect of shanties and factories, to be suddenly set
u>ose beneath the open sky, to behold new landscapes,
new places, and new people every hour I To a man
whose whole life had consisted of doing one certain
thing all day, until he was so exhausted that he could
only lie down and sleep until the next day —-and to be
DOW his own master, working as he pleased and when he
pleased, and facing a new adventure every hourl
Then, too, his health came back to him, all his lost youth-
ful vigor, his joy and power that he had mourned and forgot-
ten I It came with a sudden rush, bewildering him, startling
him; it was as if his dead childhood had come back to
him, laughing and calling I What with plenty to eat and
fresh air and exercise that was taken as it pleased him, he
would waken from his sleep and start off not knowing what
to do with his energy, stretching his arms, laughing, sing-
ing old songs of home that came back to him. Now and
then, of course, he could not help but tliink of little An*
tanas, whom he should never see again, whose little voice
he should never hear ; and then he would have to battle
with himself. Sometimes at night he would waken dream-
ing of Ona, and stretch out his arms to her, and wet the
ground with his tears. But in the morning he would get
up and shake himself, and stride away again to battle with
the world.
He never asked wh^re he was nor where he was going;
the country was big enough, he knew, and there was no'^
danger of his coming to the end of it. And of course he
could always have company for the asking — everywhere
he went there were men living Just as he lived, and whom
he was welcome to join. He was a stranger at the busi-
ness, but they were not clannish, and they taught him all
ibeir tricks, — what towns and villages it was l^t to keep
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away from, and how to read the secret signs upon the
fences, and when to beg and when to steal, and just how
to do both. They laughed at his ideas of paying for any*
thing with money or with work — for they got all they
wanted without either. Now and then Jurgis camped out
with a gang of them in some woodland haunt, and foraged
with them in the neighborhood at night. And then among
them some one would ^^ take a shine " to him, and they
would go off together and travel for a week, exchanging
reminiscences.
Of these professional tramps a great many had, of course,
been shiftless and vicious all their lives. But the vast
majority of them had been working-men, had fought the
long fight as Jurgis had, and found that it was a losing
fight, and given up. Later on he encountered yet another
sort of men, those from whose ranks the tramps were
recruited, men who were homeless and wandering, but
still seeking work — seeking it in the harvest-fields. Of
these there was an army, the huge surplus labor army of
society ; called into bein^ under the stern system of nature,
to do the casual work of the world, the tasks which were
transient and irregular, and yet which had to be done.
They did not know that they were such, of course ; they
only knew that they sought the job, and that the job was
fleeting. In the early summer they would be in Texas,
and as the crops were ready they would follow north with
the season, ending with the fall in Manitoba. Then they
would seek out the big lumber-camps, where there was
winter work ; or failing in this, would drift to the cities,
and live upon what they had managed to save, with the
help of such transient work as was there, — the loading and
unloading of steamships and drays, the digging of ditches
and the shovelling of snow. If there were more of them
on hand than chanced to be needed, the weaker ones died
off of cold and hunger, again according to the stem sva-
tem of nature.
It was in the latter part of July, when Jurgis was iK
Missouri, that he came upon the harvest- work. Here were
crops that men had worked for three or four months to
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prepare, and of which they would lose nearly all unless
they could find others to help them for a week or two.
So all over the land there was a cry for labor— agencies
were set up and all the cities were drained of men, even
college boys were brought by the car-load, and hordes of
frantic farmers would hold up trains and carry off wagon-
loads of men by main force. Not that they did not pay
them well — any man could get two dollars a day and his
board, and the best men could get two dollars and a half
or three.
The harvest-fever was in the very air, and no man with
any spirit in him could be in that region and not catch it.
Jurgis joined a gang and worked from dawn till dark,
eighteen hours a day, for two weeks without a break.
Then he had a sum of money that would have been a for-
tune to him in the old days of misery — but what could
he do with it now? To be sure he might have put it in a
bank, and, if he were fortunate, get it back again when he
wanted it. But Jurgis was now a homeless man, wander*
ing over a continent ; and what did he know about bank-
ing and drafts and letters of credit? If he carried the
money about with him, he would surely be robbed in the
end ; and so what was there for him to do but enjoy it
while he could? On a Saturday night he drifted into a
town with his fellows ; and because it was raining, and
there was no other place provided for him, he went to a
saloon. And there were some who treated him and whom
he had to treat, and there was laughter and singing and
g^ood cheer ; and then out of the rear part of the saloon a
eirl's face, red-cheeked and merry, smiled at Jureis, and
his heart thumped suddenly in his throat. He nodded to
her, and she came and sat by him, and they had more
drink, and then he went upstairs into a room with her, and
the wild beast rose up within him and screamed, as it has
screamed in the jungle from the dawn of time. And then
because of his memories and his shame, he was glad when
others joined them, men and women ; and they had more
drink and spent the night in wild rioting and debauchery
In the van of the surplus-labor army, there followed
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«
another, an army of women, they also straggling for
under tJie stem system of nature. Because there were
rich men who sought pleasure, there had been ease and
plenty for them so long as they were young and beautiful ;
and later on, when they were crowded out by others
youDger and more beautiful, they went out to follow upon
the trail of the working-men* Sometimes they came of
themselves, and the saloon-keepers shared with them ; or
sometimes they were handled by agencies, the same as the
labor army. They were in the towns in harvest-time,
near the lumber-camps in the winter, in the cities when
the men came there ; if a regiment were encamped, or a
railroad or canal being made, or a great exposition
ready, the crowd of women were on hand, living in s!
or saloons or tenement-rooms, sometimes eight or ten of
them together.
In the morning Jurgis had not a cent, and he went out
upon the road again. He was sick and disgusted, but
after the new plan of his life, he crushed his feelings
down. He had made a fool of himself^but he could not
help it now — all he could do was to see that it did not
happen again. So he tramped on until exercise and fresh
air Danisned his headache, and his strength and joy re-
turned. This happened to him every time, for Jurgis
was still a creature of impulse, and his pleasures had not
yet become business. It would be a long time before he
could be like the majority of these men of the road, who
roamed until the hunger for drink and for women mas-
tered them, and then went to work with a purpose in
mind, and stopped when they had the price of a spree.
On the contrary, try as he would, Jurgis could not help
being made miserable by his conscience. It was the ghost
that would not down. It would come upon him in the
most unexpected places — sometimes it fairly drove him
to drink.
One night be was caught by a thunder-storm, and he
sought shelter in a little house just outside of a town. It
was a working-man's home, and the owner was a Slav like
himself, a new emigrant from White Russia; he bade
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Jfurgis welcome in his home lang^uage, and told him to
come to the kitohen-fire and dry himself. He had no bed
for him, but there was straw in the garret, and he ooold
make out. The man's wife was coolun^ the supper, and
their children were playing about on tne floor. Jurgis
8at and exchanged thoughts with him about the old coun-
try, and the places where they had been and the work they
had done. Then they ate, and afterward sat and smoked
and talked more about America, and how they found it.
In the middle of a sentence, however, Jurgis stopped,
seeing that the woman had brought a big basin of water
and was proceeding to undress her youngest baby. The
rest had crawled into the closet where they slept, but
the baby was to have a bath, the working-man explained.
The nights had begun to be chilly, and nis mother, igno-
rant as to the climate in America, had sewed him up for
the winter; then it had turned warm aeain, and some
kind of a rash had broken out on the child. The doctor
had said she must bathe him every night, and she, foolish
woman, believed hinu
Jurgis scarcely heard the explanation ; he was watch*
ing the baby. He was about a year old, and a sturdy
little fellow, with soft fat legs, and a round ball of a stom-
ach, and eyes as black as cotds. His pimples did not seem
to bother him much, and he was wild with glee over the
bath, kicking and squirming and chuckling with delight,
pulling at Im mothers face and then at his own little toes.
When she put him into the basin he sat in the midst of it
and grinned, splashinfif the water over himself and squeal-
ing like a little pig. He spoke in Russian, of which Jurgis
knew some ; he spoke it with the quunt^t of baby accents
— and every wotcI of it brought back to Jurgis some word
of his own dead little one, and stabbed him like a knife.
He sat perfectly motionless, silent, but dipping his hands
tightly, while a storm gathered in his bosom and a flood
heaped itself up behind his ejres. And in the end he
oould bear it no more, but buried his face m his hands
and burst into tears, to the alarm and ama^^ment of his
hosts. Between the shame of this and Ims vos Jurgit
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ooold nofc stand it» and got up and roahed oat into tha
lahu
He went on and on down the road, finally coming to a black
woods, where he hid and wept as if his heart would break.
Ahf what agony was that, what despair, when the tomb of
memory was rent open and the ghosts of his old life came
forth to scourge him I What terror to see what he had
been and now could never be — to see Ona and his child
and his own dead self stretching out their arms to him,
eallinff to him across a bottomless abyss— > and to know
that uiey were jg^one from him f orever» and he writhing
aad aofiEooating in the mire of his own idleness 1
CHAPTER XXin
Eably in the fall Jorgis set out for Chicago again. All
e joy went oat of tramping as soon as a man could not
keep warm in the hav; and, like many thousands of others^he
deluded himself witn the hope that by coming early he could
avoid the rush. He brought fifteen dollars with him,
kidden away in one of his shoes, a sum which had been saved
from the saloon-keepers, not so much by his conscience,
aa by the fear whicn filled him at the thought of being
•at of work in the city in the winter-time.
He travelled upon the railroad with several other men,
hiding in freight-cars at night, and liable to be thrown off
at any time, regardless of tne speed of the train. When
he reached the city he left the rest, for he had money and
tliey did not, and he meant to save himself in this fight.
He would bring to it all the skill that practice had
brought him, and he would stand, whoever felL On
bdr nights he would sleep in the park or on a truck or an
empty barrel or box, and when it was rainy or cold he
would stow himself upon a shelf in a ten-cent lodging*
house, or pay three cents for the privileges of a ^* squatter ''
in a tenement hallway. He woidd eat at free lunches, five
jents a meal, and never a cent more — so he mic^ht keep
alive for two months and more, and in that time he would
sorely find a job. He would have to bid farewell to his
summer cleanliness, of course, for he would come out of
the first night^s lodging with his clothes alive with vermin.
Iliere was no place in the city where he could wash even
his face, unless he went down to the hdce-fr<^t ^and
there it would soon be all ice.
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First he went to the steel-mill and the hanresteiwwotki^
and found that his places there had been filled long am.
He was careful to keep away from the stockyards —-he
was a single man now, he told himself, and he meant to
stay one, to have his wages for his own when he got a job.
He began the long, weary round of factories and ware*
houses, tramping ^ day, from one end of the city to the
other, finding everywhere from ten to a hundred men
ahead of him. He watched the newspapers, too — but no
longer was he to be taken in by smooth-spoken agents.
He had been told of all those tricks while ^on the road.**
In the end it was through a newspaper that he got a job,
after nearly a month of seeking. It was a call for a hun-
dred laborers, and though he thought it was a ^ fake,** he
went because the place was near by. He found a line of
men a block long, but as a wagon chanced to come out of
an alley and break the line, he saw his chance and sprang
to seize a place. Men threatened him and tried to throw
him out, but he cursed and made a disturbance to attract a
policeman, upon which they subsided, knowing that if the
latter interfered it would I)e to ^ fire ** them aU.
An hour or two later he entered a room and confronted
a big Irishman behind a desk.
^ Ever worked in Chicago before ? ** the man inquired ;
and whether it was a good angel that put it into Jurgis*8
mind, or an intuition of his smirpened wits, he was moved
to answer, ** No, sir.**
•* Where do you come from 1^
•• Kansas City, su-.'*
•* Any references ? **
^ No, sir. Fm just an unskilled man. Fve got goo4
arms.**
^^I want men for hard work— -it's all underground,
digging tunnels for telephones. Maybe it won't suit
you.**
^Tm wttling, sir — anything lor me. What's tiim
pay?-
^ Fifteen cents an hour.**
" I'm willing, su-.**
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* An ri^ht ; go back there and give yonr name.'*
So mthin half an hour he was at work, far underneath
the streets of the city. The tunnel was a peculiar one for
telephone*wires ; it was about eight feet high, and with
a level floor nearly as wide. It had innumerable branches
— a perfect spider-web beneath the city ; Jurgis walked
over naif a mile with his gang to the place where they were
to work. Stranger yet, the tunnel was lighted by eleo-
tricity, and upon it was laid a double-tracked, narrow*
gauge railroaa t
But Jurgis was not there to ask questions, and he did
not give the matter a thought. It was nearly a year after*
ward that he finally learned the meaning of this whole
affair. The City Council had passed a quiet and innocent
Uttle bill allowing a company to construct telephone con*
duits under the city streets; and upon the strenrax of this, a
great corporation had proceeded to tunnel all Chicago with
a system of railway freight-subways. In the city there
was a combination of employers, representing hundreds of
millions of capital, and formed for the purpose of crushing
the labor unions. The chief union which troubled it was
the teamsters' ; and when these freight tunnels were com-
pleted, connecting all the big factories and stores with the
railroad depots, tSiey would haye the teamsters' union by
the throat. Now and then there were rumors and mur*
murs in the Board of Aldermen, and once there was a com-
mittee to investigate — but each time another small fortune
was paid over, and the rumors died away ; until at last the
city woke up with a start to find the work completed.
There was a tremendous scandal, of course ; it was found
that the city records had been falsified and other crimes
Gommitted, and some of Chicago's big capitalists got into
jail— figuratively speaking. The aldermen declared that
they had had no idea of it all, in spite of the fact that the
main entrance to the work had been in the rear of the
saloon of one of them.
It was in a newly opened cut that Jurgis worked, and so
he knew that he had an all-winter job. He was so rejoiced
thpt he treated himself to a spree that night, and witkt^
268 THE JXTNGLiS
balanoe of his money he hired himself a place in a ten^
ment-room, where he slept upon a big home-made straw
mattress along with four other working-men. This was
one dollar a week, and for four more he got his food in a
boarding-house near his work. This would leave him four
dollars extra each week, an unthinkable sum for him.
At the outset he had to pay for his digging tools, and also
to buy a pair of heavy boots, since his shoes were falling
to pieces, and a flannel shirt, since the one he had worn afi
summer was in shreds. He spent a week meditating
whether or not he should also buy an overcoat. There
was one belonging to a Hebrew coUar-button pedler, who
had died in the room next to him, and which the landlady
was holding for her rent ; in the end, however, Jureis
decided to do without it, as he was to be underground by
day and in bed at night.
This was an unfortunate decision, however, for it drove
him more quickly than ever into the saloons. From now
on Jurgis worked from seven o'clock until half-past five,
with half an hour for dinner ; which meant that he never
saw the sunlijeht on week-days. In the evenings there
was no place for him to co except a bar-room ; no place
where there was light and warmtn, where he could hear a
little music or sit with a companion and talk. He had
now no home to go to ; he had no affection left in his life
— only the pitiml mockeir of it in the camaraderie of
vice. On Sundays the churches were open — but where was
there a church in which an ill-smelline working-man, with
vermin crawling upon his neck, could sit without seeing
people edge away and look annoyed f He had, of course,
his comer in a close though unheated room, with a window
opening upon a blank waU two feet away } and also he had
the bare streets, with the winter gales sweeping through
them} besides this he had only the saloons «— and, of
course, he had to drink to stay in them. If he drank now
and then he was free to make himself at home, to gamble
with dice or a pack of gpreasy cards, to play at a dingy
pool-table for money, or to look at a beidr-stained pink
Mgporting paper.** with piotores of murderers and half
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naked women. It was for such pleasures as these that he
spent his money ; and such was his life during the six
weeks and a half tiiat he toiled for the merchants of
Chicago, to enable them to break the grip of their
teamsters' union.
In a work thus carried out, not much thought was given
to the welfare of the laborers. On an average, the tunnel-
ling cost a life a day and several manglings ; it was seldom,
however, that more than a dozen or two men heard of any
one accident. The work was all done by the new boring-
machinery, with as little blasting as possible; but there
would be falling rocks and cm^ed supports and pre«
mature explosions — and in addition all the dangers of
railroading. So it was that one night, as Jurgis was on
his way out with his gang, an engine and a loaded car
dashed round one of the innumerable right-anfiple branches
and struck him upon the shoulder, hurling nim against
the concrete wall and knocking him senseless.
When he opened his eyes again it was to the clanging
of the bell of an ambulance. He was lying in it, covered
by a blanket, and it was threading its way slowly through
the holiday Hshopping crowds. They took him to the county
hospital, where a young surgeon set his arm ; then he was
wasned and laid upon a bed in a ward with a score or two
more of maimed and mangled men.
Jurgis spent his Christmas in this hospital, and it was
the pleasantest Christmas he had had in America. Every
year there were scandals and investigations in this institu«
tion, the newspapers charging that doctors were allowed
to try fantastic experiments upon the patients ; but Jurgis
knew nothing of this — his only complaint was that they
used to feed him upon tinned meat, which no man who
had ever worked io^Packingtown would feed to his dog.
JuTjB^ had often wondered just who ate the canned cornea
beef and ^^ roast beef *' of the stockyards ; now he began
to understand — that it was what you might call ^ graft-
meat,'* put up to be sold to public officials and contractors,
and eaten by soldiers and sailors, prisoners and inmates of
institutions, ^ shanty-men ** and gangs of railroad laborers^
270 THE JUNGLE
Jurgis was ready to leave the hospital at the end of two
weeks. This did not mean that his arm was strong and
that he was able to eo back to work, but simply tlutt he
could get along wiuiout further attention, and that his
Elace was needed for some one worse off than he. That
e was utterly helpless, and had no means of keeping him-
self alive in the meantime, was something which did not
concern the hospital authorities, nor any one else in the
city.
As it chanced, he had been hurt on a Monday, and had
just paid for his last week's board and his room rent, and
spent nearly all the balance of his Saturday's pay. He
had less than seventy-five cents in his pockets, and a
dollar and a half due him for the day's work he had done
before he was hurt. He might possibly have sued the
company, and got some damages for his injuries, but he
did not know this, and it was not the company's business
to tell him. He went and got his pay and his tools, which
he left in a pawnshop for fifty cent& Then he went to
his landlady, who had rented his place and had no other
for him ; and then to his boarcUng-house keeper, who
looked him over and questioned him. As he must cer-
tainly be helpless for a couple of months, and had boarded
there only six weeks, she decided very quickly that it
would not be worth the risk to keep him on trust.
So Jurgis went out into the streets, in a most dreadful
plight. It was bitterly cold, and a heavy snow was fall*
mg, beating into his face. He had no overcoat, and no
place to go, and two dollars and sixty-five cents in his
pocket, with the certainty that he could not earn another
cent for months. The snow meant no chance to him now}
he must walk along tod see others shovelling, vigorous
and active — and he with his left arm bound to his side I
He could not hope to tide himself over by odd jobs of
loading trucks ; he could not even sell newspapers or carry
satchels, because he was now at the mercy of any rival.
Words could not paint the terror that came o^^er him
as he realized all this. He was like a wounded animal in
the forest I he was forced to compete with his enemies
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apon unequal tenns. There would be no considera*
tion for him because of his weakness — it was no one's
business to help him in such distress, to make the fight
the least bit easier for him. Even if he took to begging,
he would be at a disadvantage, for reasons which he was
to discover in good lime.
In the beginning he could not think of anything except
getting out of the awful cold. He went into one of the
saloons he had been wont to frequent and bought a drink,
and then stood by the fire shivering and waiting to be
ordered out. According to an unwritten law, the buying
a drink included the privilege of loafing for just so
long ; then one had to buy another drink or move on.
That Jurgis was an old customer entitled him to a some-
what longer stop ; but then he had been away two weeks,
and was evidently ** on the bum.** He might plead and
tell his ^ hard-luck story,*' but that would not help him
much; a saloon-keeper who was to be moved by such
means would soon have his place jammed to the doors with
^hoboes " on a day like this.
So Jur^ went out into another place, and paid another
nickel. He was so hungry this time that he could not
resist the hot beef -stew, an indulgence which cut short his
stay by a considerable time. When he was a&^in told to
move on, he made his way to a ^^ tough'* phtce in the
^ Levee" district, where now and then he had ^one with a
certain rat-eyed Bohemian working-man of his acquaint-
ance, seeking a woman. It was Jurgis*s vain hope that
here the proprietor would let him remain as a ^^ sitter.'*
In low-class places, in the dead of winter, saloon-keepers
would often allow one or two forlorn-looking bums who
came in covered with snow or soaked with rain to sit by
the fire and look miserable to attract custom. A working-
man would come in, feeling cheerful after his day's work
was over, and it would trouble him to have to take his
glass with such a sight under his nose ; and so he would
call out : ^ Hello, Bub, what's the matter ? You look as
if you'd been up against it I ** And then the other would
begin to pour out some tale of misery, and the man would
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say, ** Come have aglaas, and maybe that*!! brace yoa np.^
And so they would drink together, and if the tramp was
sufficiently wretched-lookiiig, or good enough at the ^gab|^
they might have two ; and if they were to disoover that
they were from the same country, or had lived in the same
city or worked at the same trade, they might sit down at
a tietble and spend an hour or two in talk -^ and before
they got through the saloon-keeper would have taken in
a dollar. All of this might seem diabolical, but the saloon-
keeper was in no wise to blame for it. He was in the same
plight as the manufacturer who has to adulterate and
misrepresent his product. If he does not, some one else
will ; and the saloon-keeper, unless he is also an aldermau,
is apt to be in debt to the big brewers, and on thi verge
of being sold out.
The market for ** sitters " was glutted that afternoon,
however, and there was no place for Jurgis. In all ha
had to spend six nickels in keeping a shelter over him
that frightful day, and then it was just dark, and tbe
station-houses would not open until midnight t At the
last place, however, there was a bartender who knew him
and liked him, and let him doze at one of the tables until
the boss came back ; and also, as he was going out, the
man gave him a tip, — on the next block there was m
religious revival of some sort, with preaching and singing,
and himdreds of hoboes would go there for the shelter
and warmth.
Jurgis went straightway, and saw a si|^ hung out,
saying that the door would open at seven-thirty ; then he
walked, or half ran, a block, and hid awhile in a doorway
and then ran again, and so on until the hour. At the end
he was all but frozen, and fought his way in with the rest
of the throng (at the risk of having his arm broken again),
and got close to the big stove.
By eight o*olock the place was so crowded that the
speaxers ought to have been flattered; the uales were
iiUed halfway up, and at the door men were packed
tight enoueh to walk upon. There were three elderly
gentlemen in black upon the platform, and a young ladjp
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who played the piano in front. lint liiej lang a hymn*
and tnen one of the three, a tall, smoothHEinav en man, very
thin, and wearing black speotaoles, began an address.
Jorgis heard smatterinm of it, for the reason that terrot
kept him awa^e««he knew that he snored abominablyt
ana to have been put out just then would have been like
a sentence of death to him.
The evangelist was preaching «*sin and redemption,''
the infinite grace of God and His pardon for numan
frailty. He was very much in earnest, and he meant
well, but Jurgis, as he listened, found his soul filled with
hatred. What did he know about sin and suffering—
with his smooth, black coat and his neatly starched cofiar,
his body warm, and his belly full, and money in his pocket
— and lecturing men who were strufi^gling for their lives,
men at the death-grapple with the demon powers of hun-
(2:er and cold 1 — This, of course, was unfair ; but Jurgis
ivlt that these men were out of touch with the life they
discussed, that they were unfitted to solve its problems ;
nay, they themselves were part of the problem — they
were part of the order established that was crushing men
down and beating them 1 They were of the triumphant
and insolent possessors ; they had a hall, and a fire, and
foo 1 and clothing and money, and so they might preach
to hungrymen, and the hungry men must be humble and
bsren I They were trying to save their souls — and who
but a fool could fail to see that all that was the mattei
with their souls was that they had not been able to get a
decent existence for their bodies ?
At eleven the meeting closed, and the desolate audience
filed out into the snow, muttering curses up on the few
traitors who had got repentance and gone upon the plat
forin« It was yet an hour before the station-house would
open, and Jurgis had no overcoat -— and waaweak from 9
long illness. During that hour he nearly ]^rished. H«
was obliged to run hard to keep his Uood moving at all
-— and then he came back to the station-house and found
• erowd blocking the street before the door I This wsa
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in the month of January, 1904, when the coontry was on
the verge of ^ hard times,** and the newspapers were re-
porting the shutting down of factories every day «— it was
estimated that a million and a half of men were thrown
out of work before the spring. So all the hiding-places
of the city were crowdeo, and before that station-house
door men fought and tore each other like savage beasts.
When at last the place was jammed and they shut the
doors, half the crowd was still outside ; and Jurgis, with
his helpless arm, was amons^ them. There was no choice
then but to go to a lodging-house and spend another dime.
It really broke his heart to do this, at half-past twelve
o'clock, after he had wasted the night at the meeting
and on the street. He would be turned out of the lodg-
ing«house promptly at seven— -they had the shelves which
served as bunks so contrived that they could be dropped,
and any man who was slow about obejring orders could be
tumbled to the floor.
This was one day, and the cold spell lasted for fourteen
of them. At the end of six days every cent of Jurgis's
money was gone; and then he went out on the streets
to beg for his life.
He would begin as soon as the business of the city was
moving. He would sally forth from a saloon, and, after
making sure there was no policeman in sight, would ap-
proach every likely-looking person who passed him, telling
his woful story and pleading for a nickel or a dime. Then
when he ^ot one, he would dart round the comer uid re-
turn to his base to get warm ; and his victim, seeing him
do this, would go away, vowing that he would never give
s cent to a beggar again. The victim never paused to
ask where else Jurgis could have gone under the circum-
stances—where he, the victim, would have gone. At
the saloon Jurgis could not only get more food and better
food than he could buv in any restaurant for the same
money, but a drink in tne bargain to warm him up. Also
he could find a comfortable seat by a fire, and could chat
with a companion until he was as warm as toast. At the
•aloon« too, he felt at home. Part of the saloon-keeper's
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Imsiiiefls was to offer a home and refreshments to beggars
in exchange for the proceeds of their f oragings ; and was
tiiere any one else in the whole city who would do this —
would the victim have done it himself ?
Poor Jurgis might have been expected to make a suo-
cessful be^^ar. He was just out oi the hospital, and des-
perately sick-looking, and with a helpless arm ; also he
had no overcoat, and shivered pitifully. But, alas, it
was again the case of the honest merchant, who finds that
the genuine and unadulterated article is driven to the
wall by the artistic coimterfeit. Jurgis, as a beggar,
was simply a blundering amateur in competition with
organized and scientific professionalism. Ho was just out
of the hospital — but the story was worn threadbare, and
how could he prove it ? He had his arm in a sling — and
it was a device a regular beggar's little boy womd have
scorned. He was pale and shivering — but they were
made up with cosmetics, and had 8tu£ed the art of chat-
tering tneir teeth. As to his being without an overcoat,
among them you would meet men you could swear had on
nothing but a ragged linen duster and a pair of cotton
trousers — so cleverly had they concealed the several suits
of all-wool underwear beneath. Many of these profes*
sional mendicants had comfortable homes, and families,
and thousands of dollars in the bank ; some of them had
retired upon their earnings, and gone into the business of
fitting out and doctoring others, or working children at
the trade. There were some who had boUi their arms
bound tightly to their sides, and padded stumps in theit
sleeves, and a sick child hired to carry a cup for them.
There were some who had no legs, and pushed themselve*
upon a wheeled platform — some who nad been favored
with blindness, and were led by pretty little dogs. Somt
less fortunate had mutilated themselves or burned them*
selves, or had brought horrible sores upon themselves witb
chemicals ; you might suddenly encounter upon the street
a man holding out to you a finger rotting and discolored
with gangrene — or one with livid scarlet wounds hall
^scapra from their filthy bandages. These desperate ones
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weie the dregs of the oity*a cesspools, wietobes who hid as
night in the rain-soaked cellars of old ramshackle tene
ments, in ^ stale-beer dives ^ and opinm joints, with aban-
doned women in the last stages of the harlot^s progress —
women who had been kept by Chinamen and turned awaj
St last to die. Every day the police net would dra^ hun-
dreds of them off the streets, and in the Detention Hospi*
tal you might see them, herded together in a miniature
inferno, with hideous, beastly faces, bloated and leprous
with disease, lausfhin^, shouting, screaming in all stages
of drunkenness, barking like dogs, ^bbering like apesi
raving and tearing themselves in dehriom.
CHAPTER XXIV
Ijr the face of all his handicaps, Jurgis was obliged to
make the price of a lodging, and of a drink every hour or
two, under penalty of freezing to death. Day after day
he roamed about in the arctic cold, his soul filled full of
bitterness and despair. He saw the world of civilization
then more plainly than ever he had seen it before ; a world
in which nothing counted but brutal might, an order de*
vised by those who possessed it for the subjugation of
those who did not. He was one of the latter; and dl
outdoors, all life, was to him one colossal prison, which
he paced like a pent-up tiger, trying one bar after another,
and finding them all beyond his power. He had lost in
the fierce battle of greed, and so was doomed to be exter-
minated ; and all society was busied to see that he did not
escape the sentence. Everywhere that he turned were
prison-bars, and hostile eyes following him ; the well-f ed«
sleek policemen, from whose glances ne shrank, and who
seemed to grip their clubs more tightly when they saw
him ; the sfdoon-keepers, who never ceased to watch him
while he was in their places, who were lealous of every
moment he lingered after he had paid his money; the
hurrying throngs upon the streets, who were deaf to his
entreaties, oblivious of his very existence— and savage
and contemptuous when he forced himself upon them.
They had their own affairs, and there was no place for him
among them. There was no place for him anywhere —
every direction he turned his gaze, this fact was forced
apon him. Evervthing was bmlt to express it to him :
the residences, with their heavy walls and bolted doors,
and basement-windowB barred with iron ; thagreafc
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278 THE JUNGLE
houses filled with the products of the whole world, and
guarded by iron shutters and heavy gates ; the banks with
their unthinkable billions of wesdth, all buried in safes
and vaults of steeL
And then one day there befell Jurgis the one adventure
of his life. It was late at night, and he had failed to get
the price of a lodging. Snow was falling, and he had been
out so long that he was covered with it^ and was chilled
to the bone. He was working among the theatre crowds^
flitting here and there, taking large chances with the
police, in his desperation haS hoping to be arrested.
When he saw a blue-coat start toward him, however, his
heart failed him, and he dashed down a side street and
fled a couple of blocks. When he stopped again he saw
a man coming toward him, and placed himself in his
path.
^ Please, sir,** he began, in the usual formula, ^ will yoa
give me the price of a lodging ? I've had a broken arm,
and I can't work, and I've not a cent in my pocket. Vm an
honest working-man, sir, and I never begged before. It's
not my fault, sir — **
Jurgis usually went on until he was interrupted, but
this man did not interrupt, and so at last he came to a
breathless stop. The other had halted, and Jums sud-
denly noticed that he stood a little unsteadily. ^ Whuzzal
you say ? ** he queried suddenly, in a thick voice.
Jurgis began again, speakmg more dowly and dia*
kinctly ; before he was half through the otiier put out his
hand and rested it upon his shoulder. ^ Poor ole chappie I ^
he said. ^Been up— hie— -up— against it, hey?*^
Then he lurched toward Jurgis, and the hand upon hit
shoulder became an arm about his neck. ^ Up against it
myself, ole sport,*' he said. ^ She's a hard ole world.**
They were dose to a lamp post, and Jurgis got a glimpse
of the other. He was a voung fellow— not much over
eighteen, with a handsome boyish &ce. He wore a silk hat
and a tkik soft overcoat with a fur collars and he smiled
at Jurgis with benignant qrmpathy. ^ Vm hiurd up, tooi
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my goo' tten\^ he said. ^ Vre got cruel parentSi or Fd set
jou up. Whuzzamatter whizyer ? **
"Tve been in the hospital.'*
* Hospital I *' exclaimed the young fellow, still smiling
sweetly, ^thass too bad I Same's my Aunt Polly— hio
«^my Aunt Polly's in the hospital, too— ole auntie's been
bavin' twins I Whuzzamatter whiz yaut**
^ I've got a broken arm — ** Jurgis began.
^So," said the other, symoathetically. ^That ain't so
bad— YOU get over that. I wish somebody's break my
«rm, ole chappie — - damfidon't I Then they's treat me
better — hio — hole me up, ole sport t Whuzzit you
womme do?"
^ I'm hungry, sir," said Jurgis.
** Hungry I Why don't you hassome supper ? "
** I've got no money, sir.
^ No money I Ho, ho — less be chums, ole boy —Jess
like me ! No money, either, — a'most busted I Why
don't you go home, then, same's me ? "
^ I haven't any home," said Jurgis.
^ No home I Stranger in the city, hey ? GKx>' Ood^
thass bad ! Better come home wiz me— > yes, by Harr^,
thass the trick, youll come home an' hassome supper — hio
— wiz me I Awful lonesome — nobody home t Guv'ner
gone abroad— Bubby on'a honeymoon — Polly havin'
twins — everr damn soul gone away I Nuff — hie— >nufl
to drive a feller to drink, I say I Only ole Ham standin'
Sr, passin' plates — damfican eat like that, no sir I The
ub for me every time, my boy, I say. But then they
won't lemme sleep there — guv'ner's orders, by Harrys-
home every niffht, sir I Ever hear anythin' like that?
* Every momin do ? ' I asked hinu * No, sir, every nighti
or no allowance at all, sir.' Thass my guv'ner —* hie —
hard as nails, hj Harry I Tole ole Ham to watch me, too
— servants spyin' on me — whuzyer think that, my fren'?
A nice, quiet -~ hio — good-hearted young feller uke me,
an' his daddy oan't go to Europe— hup I — an' leave him
in peace I Ain't that a shame, sir ? An' I gotter go home
every evenin' an' miss all the fun, by Harry I Thasa
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whuzzamatter iiow«— thass why Fm here I Hadda oome
away an* leave Kitty — hio — left her cryin\ too — whujja
think of that, ole sport? * Lemme ro, KittenB,* says I —
* come early an* often —I go where outy — hie —-calls me.
Farewell, farewell, my own true love — fare well, fare-
we-hell, my-own-true-love 1 * **
This last was a son^, and the young gentleman^s voice
rose mournful and waiUng, while he swung upon Jurg^'s
neolu The latter was gLwcing about nervously, lest some
one should approach. They were still alone, however.
** But I came all right, all right,** continued the young-
ster, aggressively. ^I can-— hie — I can have my own
way when I want it, by Harry — Freddie Jones is a hard
man to handle when he gets goin* I * No, sir,* says I,
* by thunder, and I don't need anybody ^oin* home with
me, either — whu jja take me for, hey ? Think I'm drunk,
dontcha, hey ?— -I know you I But Fm no more drunk
than you are^ Kittens,* says I to her. And then sinrs she,
* Thass true, Freddie dear * (she's a smart one, is Kitty),
^ but I*m stayin* in the flat, an* you*re goin* out into the
oold, cold ni^ht I ' * Put it in a pome, lovely Kitty,* says
L *No jokm*, Freddie, my boy,* says she. * Lemme
call a cab now, like a good dear *«— but I can call my own
cabs, dontcha fool vourself— I know what I'm a-doin',
you bet I Say, my f ren*, whatcha say -^ willye come home
an* see me, an* hayssome supper? Come *long like a good
feller— »don*t be haughty! You're up against it, same
as me, an' you can unnerstan* a f eUer ; your heart*B in ib»
right place, by Harry —come 'long, ole chappie, an* well
light up the house, an* have some fizz, an* we U raise hell,
we will— » whoop-la t Slong's I'm inside the house I can
do as I please — the guv*ner's own very orders, b'Ood I
Hip! hipl**
They had started down the street, arm in arm, the young
man pushing Jurgia along, half dazed. Jurgis was try-
ing to think what to do— «he knew he could not pass any
crowded place with his new acquaintance without attract*
ing attention and being stopped. It was onl^ because of
the falling snow that pMple who passed here did not notice
anything wrong.
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Siiddenly, ihfirefarei Jargis stopped. ^liitTeiyfar?*'
te inqniiea.
^ Not very," aaid the other. * Tired, are too^ though f
Well, well ride — whatohasay? Good I Call a cab I**
And then, gripping Jurgis tight with one hand, th«
yonng fellow began searching his pockets with the other.
^ Ton call, ole sporty an' I'll pay,** he suggested. ** Mow's
that, hey ?••
And he puUed out from somewhere a big roll of bills.
It was more money than Jurgis had ever seen in his life
before, and he stared at it witii startled eves.
^ Looks like a lot, hey? ** said Master Freddie, fumbling
with it. ^Fool you, though, ole chappie — they're aU
little ones I 111 be busted in one week more, sure thing —
word of honor. An* not a cent more till the first— ^hio
— guv'ner's orders — hie — not a cent, by Harry I Nuff
to set a feller crazy, it is. I sent him a cable thii9 aTnoon
— thass one reason more why Fm goin* home. * Hangin'
on the verge of starvation,* I says— * for the honor of the
family — » hio — sen' me some biead. Hunger will compel
me to join you. — Freddie.* Thass what I wired him, oy
Harry, an* I mean it — - 111 run away from school, b'GoOi
if he don*t sen* me some."
After this fashion the young gentleman continued to
prattle on— and meantime Jurgis was trembling with
•zcitemeiit. He might grab that wad of bills and be out
of sight in the darkness oef ore the other could collect his
wits. Should he do it? What better had he to hope foi^
if he waited longer ? But Jurris had never committed a
crime in his life, and now he hesitated half a second too
long. ^ Freddie ** got one bill loose, and then stuffed the
rest back into his trousers* nocket.
^ Here, ole man,** he saio, ^you take it.** He held it
out fluttering. They were in front of a saloon; and by
the light of w» window Jurgis saw that it was a hundreds
dollar bill!
^ToQ take it,** the other repeated. ••Pay the eabbie
ao' keep the change-* I've got — hie-*- no head for bust*
ml Oav*ner says so hiseslfi an' the guv'ner knows —
If
882 THB JUNOLB
the ffaVner's got a head for business, yon bet I * AH ligbl^
gUTiier/ I torn him, * you run the show^ and 1*11 take the
tickets I * An' so he set Aunt Polly to watch me— hie—
an* now Polly's off in the hospital havin* twins, an* me out
raisin* Cain I Hello, there I Hey I CallhunI**
A cab was driving by ; and Jargis sprang and called,
and it swung round to the curb. Master Freddie
clambered in with some difiSculty, and Jur^ had started
to follow, when the driver shouted : ^ Hi, there I Get
eut<-«you I**
Jurgis hesitated, and was half obeying ; but his com-
panion broke out : ^ Whuzzat ? Whuzzamatter wiz yoUf
hey?'*
And the cabbie subsided, and Jurgis climbed in. Then
Freddie gave a number on the Lake Shore Drive, and the
carriaee started away. The youngster leaned back and
snuggled up to Jurgnis, murmuring contentedly | in half
a minute he was sound asleep. Jurgis sat shivermg, specu-
lating as to whether he might not still be able to get ndld
of the roll of bills. He was afraid to try to go through
his companion*s pockets, however ; and besides, the cabim
might be on the watch. He had the hundred saf e» and he
would have to be content with tliat.
At the end of half an hour or so the cab stopped. Thej
were out on the water-front, and from the east a freemup
gale was blowing off the ice-bound lake. ^Here we uer
called the cabbie, and Jurgis awakened his companion.
Master Freddie sat up with a start
"« Hello I ** he said. «« Where are we ? Whu^iis? Wha
are ^ou, hey ? Oh, yes, sure nuff t Mos* for^ you*—
— *hio— ole diappie I Home, are we? Lessee^ Br-r-t
— it*8 ooldt Yes— come *long— >we*re homf— be H
ever so— hie—- humble I ** i
Before them there loomed an enormous granit^ pQe,
ftur back from the street, and occupying a wh^e falook.
By the light of the driveway lamps Jmms ooulq see the*
H had towersand huge gables, Uke a mecusBval cdstle. He
thoDght that the yoDBg feUow must haT. made 4 mktato
THE JUNGLE 28S
-»it was inocmo^vable to him that any person oonld have
a home like a hotel or the city halL But he followed in
silence, and they went up the long flight of steps, arm in
arm*
*^ There's a button here, ole sport,** said Master Freddie.
^ Hole my arm while I find her ! Steady^ now«- oh, yes,
here she is I Saved I **
A bell rang, and in a few seconds the door was opened*
A man in blue livery stood holding it, and gazing oef ore
him, silent as a statue.
They stood for a moment blinking in the light. Then
Jurris felt his companion pullinff, and he stepped in, and
the blue automaton closed the door. Jurgirs heart was
beating wildly; it was a bold thing for him to do— > into
what strange unearthly place he was venturing he had no
idea. Aladdin entering his cave could not have been more
excited.
The place where he stood was dimly lighted ; but he
could see a vast hall, with pillars &ding into the darkness
above, and a great staircase opening at the far end of it.
The floor was of tesselated marble, smooth as glass, and
from the walls strange shapes loomed out, woven into huge
portidres in rich, harmomous colors, or gleamine from
paintings, wonderful and mysterious-looking in the half*
tight, purplu and red and gcuden, like sunset glimmers in
a shadowy forest.
The man in livery had moved nlently toward them i
Kaster Freddie took off his hat and handed it to him, and
HbBSLf letting go of Jurgis*s anh, tried to get out of his
overcoat. Aner two or three attempts he accomplished
this, with the lackey*s help ; and meantime a second man
had approached, a tall ana portly personage, solemn as an
executioner. He bore straight down upon Jurgis, who
shrank away nervously ; he seized him by the arm without
a word, ana started toward the door with him. Then
soddenly came Master Freddie's voice, ** Hamilton i My
fren* will remain wiz me.**
The man paused and half released Jurgis. **Come1onK;
ale obappM^^ said the other, and Jurg^ started toward him
284 THE JUNGLB
^ Master Frederick I '' exclaimed the man.
^^ See that the cabbie — hie — is paid," Vas the other's
response ; and he linked his arm in Jurg^'s. Jurgis was
about to say, *^ I have the money for him," but he restrained
himself. The stout man in uniform signalled to Uie other,
who went out to the cab, while he followed Jurgis and his
young master.
They went down the great hall, and then turned. Be^
fore them were two huge doors.
^^ Hamilton," said Master Freddie.
** Well, sir? " said the other.
^ Whuzzamatter wizze dinin'-room doors ? **
^^ Nothing is the matter, sir.^
" Then why dontcha openum ?
The man rolled them back ; another vista lost itself Id
the darkness. ^^ Lights," commanded Master Freddie ; and
the butler pressed a button, and a flood of brilliant in-
candescence streamed from above, half blinding Jurgis.
He stared; and little by little he made out the great
apartment, with a domed ceiling from which the light
poured, and walls that were one enormous painting —
nymphs and dryads dancing in a flower-strewn glade — ^
Diana with her hounds and horses, dashing headlong
through a mountain streamlet — a group of maidens bath-
ing in a forest-pool — all life-size, and so real chat Jurgis
thought that it was some work of enchantment, that he
was in a dream-palace. Then his eye passed to the lone
table in the centre of the hall, a table black as ebony, and
gleaming with wrought silver and gold. In the centre of
it was a huge carven bowl, with the glistening gleam of
ferns and the red and purple of rare orchids, glowing from
a light hidden somewhere in their midst.
^This's the dinin'-room," observed Master Freddie.
♦• How you like it, hey, ole sport ? "
He always insisted on having an answer to his remarks,
leaning over Jurgis and smilmg into his face. Jurgis
liked it.
^^ Rummy ole place to feed in all lone, though," wap
Freddie's comment — ^rummy's helll Whuzya thinli;
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hey? ** Then another idea occnrred to him and he went
on, without waiting : ^ Maybe you never saw anything —
hie — - like this 'fore 7 Hey, ole chappie ? *'
** No," said Jurgis.
•* Come from country, maybe — hey ? **
^ Tes,'' said Jurgis.
^ Aha I I thosso I Liossa folks from country never saw
such a place. Ouv'ner brings 'em — free show — hie
— re^'lar circus I Go home tell folks about it. Ole
man Jones's place— Jones the packer — beef-trust man.
Made it all out of hogs, too, damn ole scoundrel. Now we
see where our pennies go — rebates, an' private-car lines
— hie — by Harry I Bully place, though — worth seein' t
Ever hear of Jones the packer, hey, ole chappie 7 "
Jurgis had started involuntarily ; the other, whose sharp
eyes missed nothing, demanded: ^ Whuzzamatter, heyr
Heard of him?"
And Jurgis managed to stammer out : ^ I have worked
for him in the yards."
^ What I " cried Master Freddie, with a yell. «« Tou/
In the yards? Ho, hoi Why^ say, thass good I Shake
hands on it, ole man «— by Harry I Ou v'ner ought to be
here — glad to see you. Great fren's with the men, guv'*
ner — labor an' capital, commun'ty 'f int'rests, an' all that
«— hie I Funny things happen in this world, don't they,
ole man? Hamilton, lemme interduce you — fren' the
family— ole fren' the guv'ner's — works in the yards.
Come to spend the night wiz me, Hamilton — have a hot
time. My fren', Mr. whuzya name, ole chappie ? Tell
us your name."
^ Rudkus — Jurgis Rudkus."
^ My fren', Mr. Rudnose, Hamilton — shake ban's."
The stately butler bowed his head, but made not a
sound; and suddenly Master Freddie pointed an eager
finger at him. ^^ I know whuzzamatter wiz you, Hamilton
— lay vou a dollar I knowl You think — hio — you
think I'm drunk ! Hey, now?
And the butler again bowed his head. ** Yes, sir," he
said, at which Master Freddie hung tightly upon Jurgis's
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neck and went into a fit of laughter, ^Hamilton, you
damn ole scoundrel," he roared, " I'll 'scharge you for im-
pudence, you see 'f I don't t Ho, ho, ho I I'm drunk I
Ho, ho 1 "
The two waited until his fit had spent itself, to see
what new whim would seize him. ^* Whatcha wanta do ? "
he queried suddenly, ^^ Wanta see the place, ole chappie ?
Wamme play the guv'ner — show you roun'? State
parlors — Looee Cans — Looee Sez — chairs cost three
thousand apiece. Tea-room — Maryanntnet — picture of
shepherds dancing — Ruysdael — twenty- three thousan'I
BaJl-room — balcony pillars — hie — imported — special ship
—-sixty-eight thousan* I Ceilin' painted in Rome — ^whuz-
zat feller's name, Hamilton— Mattatoni ? Macaroni ? Then
this place — silver bowl — Benvenuto Cellini — rummy
ole Dago I An' the organ — thirty thousan* dollars, sir
— starter up, Hamilton, let Mr. Rednose hear it. No
— never mind — clean forgot — savs he's hung^, Hamil-
ton — less have some supper. Only — hie — don't less
have it here — come up to my place, ole sport — nice
an* cosy. This way — steady now, don't slip on the floor.
Hamilton, we'll have a cole spread, an' some fizz— don't
leave out the fizz, by Harry. We'll have some of the
eighteen-thirty Madeira. Hear me, sir ? "
^^ Tes, sir," said the butler, ^^ but. Master Frederick, your
&ther left orders — "
And Master Frederick drew himself up to a stately
height. ^ My father's orders were left to me — hio — an*
not te you," he said. Then, clasping Jurgis tightly by
the neck, he staggered out of the room ; on the way an-
other idea occurred to him, and he asked: ^^Any — hio
— cable message for me, Hamilton ? "
^ No, sir," said the butler.
^Guv'ner must be travellin\ An* how*8 the twinsb
Hamilton?"
**They are doine well, sir."
^ Oood I ** said Master Freddie ; and added fervently :
^Ood bless *em, the little lambs I "
They went up the great staircase, one stop at a timei
THE JUNGLE 287
at the top of it there gleamed at them out of the shadows
the figure of a nymph crouching by a fountain, a figure
ravishingly beautiful, the flesh warm and glowing with the
hues of Ufe. Above was a huge court, with domed roof,
the various apartments opening into it. The butler had
paused below but a few minutes to eive orders, and then
loUowed them; now he pressed a outton, and the hall
blazed with light. He opened a door before them, and
then pressed another button, as they staggered into the
apartment.
It was fitted up as a study. In the centre was a mahog*
any table, covered with books, and smokers' implements ;
tiie walls were decorated with college trophies and colors, -«
flags, posters, photographs and knickknacks — tennis-rack*
ets, canoe-paddles, golf-dubs, and polo-sticks. An enor«
mous moose head, with horns six feet across, faced a
buffalo head on the opposite wall, while bear and tiger
skins covered the polished floor. There were louneing«
chairs and sofas, window-seats covered with soft cushiona
of fantastic designs; there was one comer fitted in Persian
fashion, with a huge canopy and a jewelled lamp beneath.
Beyond, a door opened upon a bedroom, and beyond that
was a swimming pool of the purest marble, that had cost
about forty thousand dollars.
Master Freddie stood for a moment or two, gazing about
ium ; then out of the next room a dog emerged, a mon«
atrous bulldog, the most hideous object that Jurgis had
ever laid eyes upon. He yawned, opening a mouth like
a dragon^s ; and ne came toward the voung man, wagging
his tuL ^ Hello, Dewey I *^ cried his master. ^ Been
havin' a snooze, ole boy ? Well, well — hello there, whuzza*
matter?*' ^The doe was snarling at Jurgis.) ^Why^
Dewey — this* my tren\ Mr. Rednose— ole fren* the
Eiv'ner's I Mr. Itednose, Admiral Dewev ; shake ban's -^
0. Ain't he a daisy, though — blue ribbon at the New
Tork show— eighQr*five hui ired at a clip I How's thati
hw?"
The speaker sank into one of the big arm-chairs, and
Admiral Dewey crouched beneath it i ne did not snaA
288 THE JUNGLE
again, but he never took his eyes off JnigisL He \ras
perfectly sober, was the Admiral.
The butler had closed the door, and he stood by it»
watching Jurgis every second. Now there came footsteps
outside, and, as he opened the door a man in livery entered,
carrying a folding-table, and behind him two men with
covered trays. They stood like statues while tJie first
spread the table and set out the contents of the trays upom
it. There were cold pates, and thin slices of meat, tiny
bread and butter sandwiches with the crust cut off, a bowl
of sliced peaches and cream (in January), little &ncy cakes,
pink and green and yellow and white, and half a dozea
ice-cold bottles of wine.
*^ Thass the stuff for you I '' cried Master Freddie, ex*
nltantly, as he spied them. ^Come long, ole chappisi
move up.**
And he seated himself at the table ; the waiter pulled a
cork, and he took the bottle and poured three gmsses of
its contents in succession down his throat. Then he gave
a long-drawn sigh, and cried again to Jurgis to seat hi»
self.
The butler held the chair at the opposite side of the
table, and Jurgis thought it was to keep him out of it ;
but finally he understood that it was the other's intentiom
to put it under him, and so he sat down, cautiously and
mistrustingly. Master Freddie perceived that the attends
ants embarrassed him, and he remarked, with a nod te
them, " You may go."
They went, aU save the butler.
•* You may go too, Hamilton," he said.
•♦Master Frederick — " the man began.
** Go I " cried the youngster, angrily. •* Damn yoi,
don't you hear me ? "
The man went out and closed the door $ Jurgis, whe
was as sharp as he, observed that he took the key out of
the lock, in order that he might peer through the key*
hole.
Master Frederick turned to the table again. **Now»"
he saidt ••go for it."
IHB JUNGLE 289
JnrgiB gAzed at him doubtingly. ** Bat ! ** cried the
ether. ^^ Pile in, ole chappie I *'
^ Don't you want anything ? ** Jorgis asked.
** Ain't hungry,'* was the reply — ** only thirsty. Kitty
and me had some candy — you go on."
So Jurgis began, without further parley. Ho ate as
with two shovels, his fork in one hand and his knife in the
other ; when he once eot started his wolf-hunger eot the
better of him, and he md not stop for breath until he had
cleared every plate. ^ Gee whiz I " said the other, who
kad been watching him in wonder.
Then he held Juigis the bottle. ^^ Lessee you drink
now," he said ; and Jurgis took the bottle and turned it
Hp to his mouth, and a wonderful unearthly liquid ecstasy
poured down his throat, tickling every nerve of him,
thrilling him with joy. He drai:^ the very last drop of
it, and then he ^ve vent to a lone-drawn *^ Ah I "
^ Good stuff, hey ? " said Fredme, sympathetically ; he «
kad leaned back in the big chair, putting his arm behind
kis head and gazing at Jurgis.
And Jurgis gazed back at him. He was clad in spotless
evening-dress, was Freddie, and looked very handsome —
Ue was a beautiful boy, with light golden hair and the
head of an Antinous. He smiled at Jurgis confidingly,
and then started talking again, with his blissful insoueianee.
This time he talked for ten minutes at a stretch, and in the
course of the speech he told Jurgis all of his family history.
His big brother Charlie was in love with the guileless
ataiden who played the part of *^ Little Bright-Eyes" in.
<*Hie Kaliph of Eamskatka." He had been on the verge
•f marrying her once, only " the guv'ner " had sworn to
disinherit him, and had presented him with a sum that
would stagger the imagination, and that had staggered
the virtue of "Little Bright-Eyes." Now Charhe had
got leave from coUe^e, and had gone away in his auto-
mobile on the next best thing to a honeymoon. "The
guv'ner" had made threats to disinherit another of his
children also, sister Gwendolen, who had married an
Italian marquis with a string of titles and a duelling
290 THE JX7NGLB
record* They lived in Ids chateau, or rather had, until hi
had taken to fixing the breakfast-dishes at her ; then she
had cabled for help, and the old gentleman had gone over
to find out what were his Grace's terms. So they had left
Freddie all alone, and he with less than two thousand
dollars in his pocket. Freddie was up in arms and meant
serious business, as they would find in the end — if theis
was no other way of bringing them to terms he would
have his *^ Kittens** wire that die was about to marry him,
and see what happened then.
So the cheerful youngster rattled on, until he was tired
•ut. He smiled ms sweetest smile at Jurgis, and then ha
dosed his eyes, sleepily. Then he opened them affain, and
smiled once more, ana finally closed them and forgot to
open them.
For several minutes Jurgis sat perfectly motionlesBi
watching him, and revelling in the strange sensations el
the champagne. Once he stirred, and the dog growled ;
after that he sat almost holding his breath — until after a
while the door of the room opened softly, and the butler
•ame in.
He walked toward Junis upon tiptoe, scowling at himi
and Jurgis rose up, and retreated, scowling back. So
until he was against the wall, and then the butler came
close, and pointed toward the door. ^ Get out of here I **
he whispered.
Jurgis hesitated, giving a glance at Freddie, who was
snoring softly. ** If you do, you son of a " hissed
the butler, ^ 111 mash in your face for you before you get
out of here I '*
And Ju^ris wavered but an instant more. He saw
^Admiral Dewey ** coming up behind the man and grovd«
ing softly, to back up his threats. Then he surrendered
and started toward the door.
They went out without a sound, and down the great
echoing staircase, and through the dark halL At the
front door he paused, and the butler strode close ti
him«
THE JDNQUn «n
*HoId up yma hands,'* he snarled. JnTgis tool a step
tiaok, clinoMn^ his one well fist.
» What for ? " he cried ; and then nnderstanding that
the fellow proposed to searoh him, he answered, *'ril see
yon in hell first."
** Do 70a want to go to jail ? " demanded the bntleft
menaoingly. ** I'll have the police — "
** Have em I ** roared Jurgis, with fierce passion. *'Bat
yoQ won't pat your hands on me till you do 1 I haven't
tonched anything in yonr damned house, and Fll not bar*
you touch me I "
So the butler, who was terrified lest his young mastet
should waken, trtepped suddenly to the door, and opened
it. "Get out of herat" he said; and then as Jurgis passed
through the opening, he gave him a ferocious kick that sent
him down the great stone steps at a nut, and landed bin
iprairling in tlw anow at the bottom.
CHAPTER XXY
JiTBGiB got iipi» wild with rage; but the dow was ehnt
and the great eaisrtle was dark and impregnable. Then the
icy teeth of the blast bit into him, and he turned and went
away at a nuu
When he stopped again it was because he was coming
to frequented streets and did not wish to attract attention.
In spite of tliat last humiliation, his heart was thumping
fast with triumph. He had come out ahead on tiiat aeali
He put his hana into his trousers* pocket evei^ now and
then, to make sure that the precious hundred-doUar bill was
still there.
Tet he was in a plight — a curious and even dreadful
plight, when he came to realize it. He had not a single
cent but that one bill I And he had to find some shelter
that night — he had to change iti
Jurgis spent half an hour walking and debating the
problem, xhere was no one he could go to for help — he
nad to manage it all alone. To get it changed in a lodff-
ing-house would be to take his life in his hands — he would
almost certainly be robbed, and perhaps murdered, before
morning. He might go to some hotel or railroad-depot
and ask to have it changed ; but what would they think,
seeing a ^^ bum *' like him with a hundred dollars? He
woulg probably be arrested if he tried it ; and what story
could he tell ? On the morrow Freddie Jones would die*
cover his loss, and there would be a hunt for him, and he
would lose his money. The only other plan he could think
of was to try in a sidoon. He might pay them to change
tt| if it could not be done otherwise-
THE JUNGLE 293
He began peering into places as he walked ; he passed
several as being too crowded — then finally, chancing upon
one where the bartender was all alone, he gripped his hands
in sudden resolution and went in.
^^Can you change me a hundred-dollar bill?*' he
demanded.
The bartender was a big, husky fellow, with the jaw of
a prize fighter, and a three weeks' stubble of hair upon it.
He stared at Jurgis. ^What's that youse say?" he
demanded.
^^ I said, could you change me a hundred-dollar biU? *'
** Where'd youse get it ? " he inquired incredulously.
** Never mind," said Jur^ ; " I've got it, and I want
it changed. I'll pay you if you'll do it."
The other stared at him hard. ^^Lemme see it," he
said.
^^Will you change it/" Jurgis demanded, gripping it
tightW in his pocket.
*• ifow the hell can I know if it's good or not? '* retorted
the bartender. " Whatcher take me for, hey ? "
Then Jurgis slowly and warilv approached him; he
took out the bill, and fumbled it for a moment, while the
man stared at him with hostile eyes across the counter.
Then finally he handed it over.
The other took it, and began to examine it ; he smoothed
it between his fingers, and he held it up to the light ; he
turned it over, and upside down, and edgeways. It was
new and rather stiff, and that made him dubious. Jurgis
was watching him like a cat all the time.
^ Humph, he said, finally, and gazed at the strangei;
'sizing him up — a ragged, iU-smelling tramp, with no over-
coat and one arm in a sline — and a hundred-dollar billt
Want to buy anything?" he demanded.
^ Yes," said Jurgis, ^^ I'll take a glass of beer."
"All right," said the other, '* I'll change it." And he
put the biU in his pocket, and poured Jurgis out a glass of
Deer, and set it on the counter. Then he turned to the
cash-register, and punched up five cents, and began to
pull money out of the drawer. Finally, he faced Jur^a^
S94 THE JUNGLE
counting it out — two dimes* a quarter, and fifty cents.
** There," he said.
For a second Jorgis waited, expecting to see him torn
again. ^^ My ninety-nine dollars, he said.
^ What ninety-nine dollars? '* demanded the bartender.
^ My change I ** he cried — ^ the rest of my hnn-
dredr
** Go on,** said the bartender, ** you*re nutty 1 **
And Jurgis stared at him with wild eyes. For an
instant horror reigned in him — black, paralyzing, awful
horror, clutching him at the heart ; and then came rage,
in surging, blinoine floods — he screamed aloud, and seiMd
tiie glass and hurled it at the other's head. The man
ducked, and it missed him by half an inch; he rose
again and faced Jurgis, who was vaulting over the bar
with his one well arm, and dealt him a smashing blow in
the face, hurling him backward upon the floor. Then, as
Jurgis scramble to his feet again and started round the
•ounter after him, he shouted at the top of his voice, ^Hdp 1
helpl**
Jurgis seized a bottle off the coxmter as he ran ; and as
the bartender made a leap he hurled the missile at him with
all his force. It just grazed his head, and shivered into a
thousand pieces against the post of the door. Then Jurris
started back, rushing at the man again in the middle of we
room. This time, in his blind frenzy, he came without a
bottle, and that was all the bartender wanted — he met
him halfway and floored him with a sledge-hammer drive
between the eyes. An instant later the screen-doors flew
open, and two men rushed in — just as Jurgis was getting
to his feet aeain, foaming at the mouth with rage, and try*
ing to tear ^is broken arm out of its bandages.
*^Look out I** shouted the bartender. ^^He*s got a
knife I '* Then, seeing that the two were disposed to ioin
in the frav, he made another rush at Jurgis, and knocked
aside Iiis feeble defence and sent him tumbling again; and
the three flung themselves upon him, rolling and kicking
about the place.
A second later a policeman dashed in, and the bartender
THE JTJSOfLE 296
yelled once moxe — ^ Look out for his knife I ** Jurgis
had fought himself half to his knees, when the policeman
made a leap at him, and cracked him across the face with
his dub. Though the blow staggered him, the wild beast
frenzy still blazed in him, and he fi;ot to his feet, lunging
into the air. Then again the dub descended, full upon
his head, and he dropped like a log to the floor.
The policeman crouched over him, clutching his stick,
wailing for him to try to rise again ; and meantime the
barkeeper ffot up, and put his hand to his head. ^ Christ ! ^
hd said, ^ I thought I was done for that time. Did he cu*
me?**
^ Don't see anything, Jake,** said the policeman.
•* What's the matter with him?'*
M Just crazy drunk,** said the other. ** A lame duck, too
— but he *most got me under the bar. Touse had better
eall the wa^on, Billy.**
^ No,** said the officer. ^ He*s got no more fi^t in him,
I guess — and he*s only got a block to go.** He twisted
his hand in Jurgis's collar and jerked at him. ^ Git up here,
you I *' he commanded.
But Jurgis did not move, and the bartender went behind
the bar, and, after stowing the hundred-dollar bill away in
a safe hiding-place, came and poured a glass of water oyer
Jurgis. Then, as the latter beean to moan feebly, the
policeman got him to his feet and dragged him out of the
place. The station-house was just around the comer,
and so in a few minutes Jurgis was in a cell.
He spent half the night lying unconscious, and the
balance moaning in torment, with a blinding headache
and a racking tmrst. Now and then he criea aloud for
a drink of water, but there was no one to hear him. There
were others in that same station-house with split heads and
a f eyer ; there were hundreds of them in the great city,
and tens of thousands of them in the great land, and there
was no one to hear any of them.
In the morning Jurgis was eiyen a cup of water and a
piece of bread, and then hustled into a patrol wagon and
S96 THE JXTNGLS
driyen to the nearest police-court. He sat in the pen witi
a score of others until his turn came.
The bartender — who proved to be a well-known bruiset
— • was called to the stand. He took the oath and told hia
story. The prisoner had come into his saloon after mid-
night, fighting drunk, and had ordered a glass of beer and
tendered a dollar bill in payment. He had been given
ninety-five cents' change, and had demanded ninety-nine
dollars more, and before the plaintiff could even answer
had hurled the glass at him and then attacked him with
a bottle of bitters, and nearly wrecked the place.
Then the prisoner was sworn — a forlorn object, haggard
and unshorn, with an arm done up in a filthy bandage, a
cheek and head cut and bloody, and one eye purplish black
and entirely closed. ^* What have you to say for your*
self ? '' queried the magistrate.
^^ Your Honor," said Jureis, ^* I went into his place and
asked the man if he could change me a hundred-dollar
bill. And he said he would if I bought a drink. I
gave him the bill and then he wouldn't give me the
change.'*
The magistrate was staring at him in perplexity* ^Tou
gave him a hundred-dollar bill I '' he ezclauned.
** Yes, your Honor,'* said Jurgis.
** Where did you get it ? "
^ A man gave it to me, your Honor. **
^ A man? What man, and what for?**
^A young man I met upon the street, your Honoi;
I had been begging. '*
There was a titter in the court-room ; the officer who
was holding Jurgis put up his hand to hide a smile, and
the magistrate smiled without trying to hide it. ^ It's
true, your Honor I " cried Jurgis, passionately.
^ X ou had been drinking as well as begging last nigh^
had you not ? " inquired the magistrate.
** No, your Honor — " protested Jurgis. •* I •
*^ You had not had anything to drink? **
•* Why, yes, your Honor, I had — '*
** What did you have ? "
ft
THE JUNGLE 29?
*^I had a battle of something — I don*t know what it
was — something that burned — "
There was again a laugh round the court-room, stopping
suddenly as the magistrate looked up and frowned. ^^ Have
you ever been arrested before ? " he asked abruptly.
The question took Jurgis aback. ^I — I — '* he
stammered.
^ Tell me the truth* now I " commanded the other*
sternly.
** Yes, your Honor,** said Jurgis.
^ How often ? ''
•*Only once, your Honor.**
••Whatfor?'^
^For knocking down my boss, your flonon I was
working in the stockyards, and he — '*
^ I see," said his Honor ; ^^ I guess that will do. You
ought to stop drinking if you can't control yourself. Ten
days and costs. Next case."
Jurgis gave vent to a cry of dismay, cut off suddenly
by the poUceman, who seized him by tiie collar. He was
jerked out of the way, into a room with the convicted
prisoners, where he sat and wept like a child in his impo-
tent rage. It seemed monstrous to him that policemen
and juc^es should esteem his word as nothing in compari-
son wit£ the bartender's ; poor Jurgis could not know
that the owner of the saloon paid five dollars each week to
the policeman alone for Sunday privileges and general
&vors — nor that the pugilist bartender was one of the
most trusted henchmen of the Democratic leader of the
district, and had helped only a few months before to hustle
out a record-breaking vote as a testimonial to the magis-
trate, who had been made the target of odious kid-gloved
reformers.
Jurgis was driven out to the Bridewell for the second time-
In his tumbling around he had hurt his arm i^ain, and so
oould not work, but had to be attended by the physician.
Also his head and his eye had to be tied up — and so he
was a pretty-looking object when, the second day after
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S96 THE JXTNOLE
arrival, he went ont into the exeroiae-coort and enooiuh
tered — Jack Duane I
The younfi^ fellow was so glad to see Jur^is that he al-
most hugged him. *^Bj Qod^ if it isn't *ue Stinker M**
he cried. ^And what is it — have you been tlirougha
sausage-machine ? **
^ No," said Jurcris, ^ but IVe been in a railroad wreck
and a fi^ht." And then, while some of the other prisoners
gatherea round, he told his wild story; most of them
were incredulous, but Duane knew that J urgis could never
have made up such a yam as that.
^^Hard luck, old man," he said, when they were alone i
^ but maybe it's taught you a lesson."
*^ I've learned some things since I saw you last,** said
Jurgis, mournfully. Then he explained how he had spent
the last sununer, ^hoboing it," as the phrase was. ^ And
you?" he asked, finally. ^^Have you been here ever
since?"
^ Lord, no I " said the other. ** I only came in the day
before yesterday. It's the second time they've sent me
up on a trumped-up charge *- I've had hard luck and can't
pay them what they want. Why don't you quit Chicago
with me, Jur^ ? "
^ I've no pUce to eo," said Jurgis, sadly.
*^ Neither have I,'^ replied the other, laughing lightly.
— « **' But well wait till we get out and see."
In the Bridewell Jurgis met few who had been there the
last time, but he met scores of others, old and young, of
exactly the same sort. It was like breakers upon a b^ch ;
there was new wator, but the wave looked just the same.
He stroUed about and talked with them, and the biggest
of them told tales of their prowess, while those who were
weaker, or younger and inexperienced, gathered round and
listened in admiring silence. The last time he was there,
Jurgis had thought of little but his family ; but now be
was free to listen to these men, and to realize that he was
one of them, — that their point of view was his point of
view, and that the way they kept themselves alive in the
world was the way he meant to do it in future.
THE JUNGLE 209
I
And 80, when he was turned out of prison again, with-
out a penny in his pocket, he went straight to Jack Duane.
He went lull of humility and gratitude ; for Duane was
a gentleman, and a man with a profession — and it was re-
markable that he should be willing to throw in his lot with
a humble working-man, one who had even been a beegar
and a tramp. Jurgis could not see what help he could be
to him ; he did not understand that a man like himself —
who could be trusted to stand by any one who was kind to
him — was as rare among criminals as among any other
class of men.
The address Jurgis had was a garret-room in the Ghetto
district, the home of a pretty little French girl, Duane*s
mistress, who sewed all day, and eked out her living by
prostitution. He had gone elsewhere, she told Jurgis —
he was afraid to stay there now, on account of the police.
The new address was a cellar dive, whose proprietor said
that he had never heard of Duane ; but after he had put
Jurgis through a catechism he showed him a back stairs
which led to a ^ fence'' in the rear of a pawnbroker's
shop, and thence to a number of assignation-rooms, in one
of which Duane was hiding.
Duane was glad to see him ; he was without a cent of
Money, he said, and had been waiting for Jurgis to help him
£t some. He explained his plan — in fact he spent the
y in layinfi^ bare to his friend the criminal world of the
city, and in crowing him how he might earn himself a living
in it. That winter he would have a hard time, on account
of his arm, and because of an unwonted fit of activity of
the police ; but so long as he was unknown to them ho
would be safe if he were careful. Here at ^^ Papa " Han*
son's (so they called the old man who kept the dive) he
might rest at ease, for ^^ Papa " Hanson was ** square " —
would stand by him so long as he paid, and gave him an
hour's notice if there were to be a police raid. Also
Rosensteg, the pawnbroker, would buy anything he had
for a third of its value, and guarantee to keep it hidden
for a year.
There was an oil stove in the little cupboard of a iqoisk
800 THE JUNGLE
and the J had some sapper ; and then about eleven o^dook
at night they sallied forth together, bj a rear entrance to
the place, Duane armed with a slung-shot. They came
to a residence district, and he sprang up a lamp post and
blew out the light, and then the two dodged into the
ikhelter of an area-step and hid in silence.
Pretty soon a man came by, a working-man — and they
let him go. Then after a long interval came the heavy
tread of a policeman, and they held their breath till he
was eone* Though half frozen, they waited a full quar
ter of an hour after that — and then again came f ootsteps,
walking briskly. Duane nudged Jur^s, and the instant
the man had passed they rose up. Duane stole out as
silently as a shadow, and a second later Jurgis heard a
thud and a stifled cry. He was only a couple of feet be-
hind, and he leaped to stop the man's mouth, while Duane
held him fast by the arms, as they had agreed. But the
man was limp and showed a tendency to f dl, and so Jurgis
had only to hold him by the collar, while the other, with
swift fingers, went through his pockets, — ripping open,
first his overcoat, and then his coat, and then his vest,
searching inside and outside, and transferring the contents
into his own pockets. At last, aft«r feeling of the man's
finders and in his neck-tie, Duane whispered, ^^ That's all I *'
ana they dragged him to the area and dropped him in.
Then Jurgis went one way and his friend the other, walk-
ing briskly.
The latter arrived first, and Jurgis found him examin
ing the ^ swag." There was a gold watch, for one thing,
with a chain and locket ; there was a silver pencil, and a
match-box, and a handful of small change, and finally a
card-case. This last Duane opened f everiwly — there were
letters and checks, and two theatre-tickets, and at last, in
the back part, a wad of bills. He counted them — there
was a twenty, five tens, four fives, and three ones. Duane
drew a long breath. ^^ That lets us out I " he said.
After further examination, they burned the card-case
and its contents, all but the bills, and likewise the picture
of a little girl in the locket. Then Duane took the walich
THE JUNGLE SOi
and trinkets downstairs, and came back with sixteen
dollars. ^ The old scoundrel said the case was filled,'' he
said. ^ It*s a lie, but he knows I want the money.''
They divided up the spoils, and Jurgis got as his share
fifty-five dollars and some change. lie protested that it
was too much, but the other had agreed to divide even*
That was a good haul, he said, better than the average.
When they got up in the morning, Jurgis was sent
out to buy a paper ; one of the pleasures of committing
a crime was the reading about it afterward. ^* I had a
pal that always did it," Duane remarked, lauehing—-
*^ until one day he read that he had left three ^ousand
dollars in a lower inside pocket of his party's vest 1 *'
There was a half -column account of the robbery — it
was evident that a gang ivas operating in the neighbor-
hood, said the paper, for it was the third within a week,
and the police were apparently powerless. The victim
was an insurance agent, and he nad lost a hundred and
ten dollars that did not belong to him. He had chanced
to have his name marked on his shirt, otherwise he would
not have been identified yet. His assailant had hit him
too hard, and he was suffering from concussion of the
brain; and also he had been hadf -frozen when found, and
would lose three fingers of his right hand. The enter-
prising newspaper reporter had taken all this information
to his family, and told how they had received it.
Since it was Jurgis's first experience, these details natu-
rallv caused him some worriment ; but the other laughed
coolly — it was the way of the game, and there was no
helping it. Before long Jurgis would think no more of
it than they did in the yards of knocking out a bullock.
^ It's a case of us or the other fellow, and I say the other
fellow every time," he observed.
^ Still," said Jurgis, refiectively, ^^ he never did us any
harm."
^^He was doing it to somebody as hard as he could,
you can be sure of that," said his friend.
Doane had already explained to Jurgis that if a man of
802 THE JUNGLE
their trade were known he would have to work all the
time to satisfy the demands of the police. Therefore it
woiQd be better for Jurgis to stay in hiding and never be
seen in public with his paL But Jurgis soon got very
tired of staying in hiding. In a couple of weeu he was
feeling strong and beginning to use his arm, and then he
could not stand it any longer. Duane, who had done a
job of some sort by himself, and made a truce with the
powers, brought over Marie, his little French girl, to share
with him ; but even that did not avail for long, and in
the end he had to give up arguing, and take Jurgis
out and introduce him to the saloons and ^^sportii^-
houses'' where the big crooks and ^hold-up men** hung
out.
And so Jurgis got a glimpse of the high-class criminal
world of Chicago. The city, which was owned by an
oligarchy of business men, being nominally ruled by tha
people, a huge army of graft was necessary for the pur*
pose of effecting the transfer of power. Twice a year, ia
the spring and fall elections, milUons of dollars were fur-
nished by the business men and expended by this army;
meetings were held and clever speakers were hired, bands
played and rockets sizzled, tons of documents and reso
voirs of drinks were distributed, and tens of thousands of
votes were bought for cash. And this army of graft had,
of course, to be maintained the year round. The leaden
and organizers were maintained by the business men
directly, — aldermen and legislators by means of bribes,
party officials out of the campaign funds, lobbyists and
corporation lawyers in the form of salaries, contractors by
means of jobs, labor union leaders by subsidies, and news*
paper proprietors and editors by advertisements. The
rank and file, however, were either foisted upon the city,
or else lived off the populace directly. There was tiie
police department, and the fire and water departments,
and the whole balance of the civil Ust, from the meanest
office-boy to the head of a city department ; and for ths
horde who could find no room in these, there was the
world of vice and crime, there was license to seduce, to
THE JUNGLE 808
•windle and plunder and prey. The law forbade Sunday
drinking ; and this had delivered the saloon-keepers into
the hands of the police, and made an alliance between them
necessary. The law forbade prostitution; and this had
brought the ^^madames" into the combination. It was the
same with the gambling-house keeper and the pool-room
man, and the same with any other man or woman who had
a means of getting ** graft, and was willing to pay over a
share of it : the green-goods man and the highwayman, the
pickpocket and the sneak-thief, and the receiver of stolen
eoods, the seller of adulterated milk, of stale fruit and
diseased meat, the proprietor of unsanitary tenements, the
&ke-doctor and the usurer, the beggar and the ^ push-cart
man,'' the prize-fighter and the professional slugger, the
race-track ^ tout," the procurer, the white-slave agent, and
the expert seducer of young girls. All of these agencies
of corruption were banded together, and leagued in blood
brotherhood with the politician and the police; more often
than not they were one and the same person, — the police
captain would own the brothel he pretended to raid, and
the politician would open his headquarters in his saloon.
^Hinkydink^ or ^Bath-house John," or others of that
ilk, were proprietors of the most notorious dives in Chi-
cago, and also the ^^ grav wolves " of the city council, who
gave away the streets of the city to the business men ; and
those who patronized their places were the gamblers and
prize-fighters who set the law at defiance, and the burglars
and hoM-up men who kept the whole city in terror. On
election day all these powers of vice and crime were one
power ; they could tell within one per cent what the vot^
of their district would be, and they could change it at an
hour's notice.
A month ago Jurgis had all but perished of starvation
upon the streets ; and now suddeidy, as by the gift of
a magic key, he had entered into a world where money
and ffll the good things of life came freely. He was
introduced by his friend to an Irishman named ** Buck "
Halloran, who was a political ^^ worker " and on the inside
of things. This man talked with Jurgis for a while^ and
904 THE JXTNOLE
then told him that he had a little plan by which a man
who looked like a working-man might make some easy
money ; but it was a private affair, and had to be kept
quiet. Jurs^ expressed himself as agreeable, and the
other took him wat afternoon (it was Saturday) to a
place where city laborers were bein^ paid off. llie pay*
master sat in a little booth, with a pile of envelopes before
him, and two policemen standing by. Jurgis went, ac-
cording to directions, and gave the name of ^^Midiael
O'Flaherty,'' and received an envelope, which he tocdc
around the comer and delivered to Halloran, who was
waiting for him in a saloon. Then he went again, and
gave tne name of ^ Johann Schmidt," and a third time, and
gave the name of ^* Serge Reminitsky.'' Halloran bad
quite a list of imaginary working-men, and Jurg^ got
an envelope for each one. For this work he received five
dollars, and was told that he might have it every week,
so long as he kept quiet. As Jurgis was excellent at
keeping quiet, he soon won the trust of ^ Buck '' Halloran,
and was introduced to others as a man who could be
depended upon.
This acquaintance was useful to him in another way,
also ; before long Jurgis made his discovery of the mean*
ing of ^ pull,^ and just why his boss, Connor, and also the
pugilist bartender, had been able to send him to iaiL
One night there was given a ball, the *^ benefit '* of ^ One-
eyed Larry,** a lame man who played the violin in one of
the big ^lugh-class** houses of prostitution on Clark Street,
and was a wa^ and a popular character on the ^^ Levee.**
This ball was held in a bie dance-hall, and was one of the
occasions when tbe city s powers of debauchery gave
themselves up to madness. Jurgis attended and got naif
insane with cuink, and began quarrelling over a girl ; his
arm was pretty strong by then, and he set to work to clean
out the place, and ended in a cell in the police-station.
The police-station being crowded to the doors, and stink*
ing with ^ bums,** Jurgis did not relish 8ta3ring there te
sleep off his liouor, and sent for Halloran, who called up
the district leaaer and had Jurgis bailed out by telephone
THB JUKGLB 305
ai four o'dodk in the morning. When he was arraigned
that same morning, the district leader had abeady seen the
clerk of the court and explained that Jurgis Rudkns was
a (iecent fellow, who had been indiscreet ; and so Jurgis
wa^ fined ten dollars and the fine was ^suspended" —
which meant that he did not haye to pay it, and never
would have to pay it, unless somebody cnose to bring it up
against him in the future.
Among the people Jurgis lived with now money was
valued according to an entirely different standard from
thai of the people of Packingtown ; yet, stranee as it may
seem, he dia a great deal less drinldng than he had as a
workinff-man. He had not the same provocations of
exhaustion and hopelessness ; he had now something to
work for, to struggle for. He soon found that if he kept
his wits about him, he would come upon new opportunities ;
aurl being naturallv an active man, ne not only kept sober
himself, but helpea to steady his friend, who was a good
deal fonder of both wine and women than he.
One thing led to another. In the saloon where Jurgis
met ^ Buck ** Halloran he was sitting late one night with
Ducine, when a ^ country customer^' (a buyer for an out-of«
town merchant) came in, a little more than half ^* piped. **
There was no one else in the place but the bartender,
and as the man went out again Jurgis and Duane followed
hiia ; he went round the comer, and in a dark place made
by a combination of the elevated railroad and an unrented
railding, Jurgis leaped forward and shoved a revolver
vnder ms nose, while Duane, with his hat pulled over his
evesy went through the man's pockets with lightning fingers.
They got his watch and his *^ wad," and were round the
eomer again and into the saloon before he could shout more
than once. The bartender, to whom they had tipped the
wink, had the cellar-door open for them, and they vanished^
making their way by a secret entrance to a brothel next
door. From the roof of this there was access to three
similar places beyond. By means of these passages the
customers of any one place could be gotten out of the way*
in case a falling out with the police chanced to lead to «^
806 ZEE JUNGLE
raid ; and also it was neeessary to have a way of getting
a girl out of reach in case of an emergency* Thousand^
of them came to Chicago answering advertisements for
^ servants ** and ^ factory hands," and found themselves
trapped by fake employment agencies, and locked up in a
bawdy-house. It was generally enough to take all their
clothes away from them ; but sometimes they would have
to be ^* doped ** and kept prisoners for weeks ; and mean-
time their parents might oe telegraphing the police, and
even coming on to see why nothing was done* Occasion*
ally there was no wav of satisfving them but to let them
search the place to wnich the girl had been traced*
For his help in this little job, the bartender received
twenty out of the hundred and thirty odd dollars that the
pair secured ; and naturally this put them on friendly
terms with him, and a few oays later he introduced them
to a little ^^ sheeny ** named Ooldberffer, one of the ^ run-
ners*' of the ^ sporting-house ** wnere they had been
hidden* After a few drmks Ooldberger began, with some
hesitation, to narrate how he had had a quarrel over his
best girl with a professional ** card-sharp, ' who had hit
him in the jaw. The fellow was a stranger in Chicago,
and if he was found some night with his head cracked
there would be no one to care very much. Jurgis, whe
bv this time would cheerf ullv have cracked the neads of
all the eamblers in Chicago, inquired what would be com*
ing to him ; at which the Jew became still more confi-
dential, and said that he had some tips on the New Orleans
races, which he got direct from the police captain of the
district, whom he had got out of a bad scrape, and wht
^ stood in " with a big svndicate of horse owners* Duane
took all this in at once, but Jurgis had to have the whole
race-track situation explained to him before he realized tibe
importance of such an opportunity*
There was the gigantic Racing Trust. It owned tne
legislatures in evenr state in which it did business ; it
even owned some of the big newspapers* and made publio
opinion— there was no power in the land that could
oppose it unless» perhaps, it were the Pool-room Trust
THB JUNGLE 807
It built magnificent racing parka all over the country, and
by means of enormous purses it lured the people to come,
and then it organized a gigantic shell-game, whereby it
plundered them of hundreds of millions of dollars every
year. Horse-racing had once been a sport, but nowadays
it was a business ; a horse could be ^^ doped " and doctored,
undertrained or overtrained ; it could be made to fall at
any moment — or its gait could be broken bv lashing it
with the whip, which all the spectators would take to be
a desperate effort to keep it in the lead. There were
scores of such tricks ; and sometimes it was the owners
who played them and made fortunes, sometimes it was the
{*ockey8 and trainers, sometimes it was outsiders, who
>ribed them — but most of the time it was the chiefs of
the trust. Now, for instance, they were having winter*
racing in New Orleans, and a syndicate was laying out
each day's programme in advance, and its agents in iSl the
Northern cities were ^^ milking" the pool-rooms. The
word came by long-distance telephone in a cipher code,
just a little while before each race ; and any man who
oould get the secret had as good as a fortune. If Jurgis did
not bdieve it, he could try it, said the little Jew — let
them meet at a certain house on the morrow and make a
test. Jurgis was willing, and so was Duane, and so they
went to one of the high-class pool-rooms where brokers
and merchants gambled (with society women in a private
room\ and they put up ten dollars each upon a horse
callea ^^ Black Beldame," a six to one shot, and won. For
a secret like that they would have done a good many slug-
S'ngs — but the next day Goldberger informed them that
e offending gambler had got wind of what was coming
to him, and had skipped the town.
There were ups and downs at the business ; but there
was always a living, inside of a jail, if not out of it. Earlj
m April the city elections were due, and that meant pros-
perity for all the powers of graft. Jurgis, hanging round
in dives and gambling-houses and brotibels, met with the
heelers of bow parties, and from their conversation he
808 THE JUNGLE
came to understand all the ins and outs of the game, and to
hear of a number of ways in which he could make himself
useful about election time. ^Buok*' Halloran was a
^ Democrat,'' and so Jur^is became a Democrat also ; but
he was not a bitter one — uie Republicans were good fellows,
too, and were to have a pile of money in this next campaign.
At the last election the Republicans had paid four dolkrs
a vote to the Democrats' three ; and ^ Buck " Halloran sat
one night playing cards with Jurgis and another man, who
told how Halloran had been chared with the job of voting
a ^ bunch " of thirty-seven newly landed Italians, and how
he, the narrator, had met the Republican worker who was
after the very dame gang, and how the three had effected
a bargain, whereby the Italians were to vote half and
half, for a glass of beer apiece, while the balance of the
fund went to the conspirators !
Not long after this, Jurgis, wearyuig of the risks and
vicissitudes of miscellaneous crime, was moved to give up
the career for that of a politician. Just at this time there
was a tremendous uproar being raised concerning the
alliance between the criminals and the police. For the
criminal graft was one in which the business men had no
direct part — it was what is called a ^* side-line," carried
by thie police. ^^ Wide-open '' gambling and debaucheiT
made the city pleasing to ^^ trade,'' but burglaries and hold*
aps did not. One night it chanced that while Jack Duane
was drilling a safe in a clothing store he was caught red*
handed by the night-watchman, and turned over to a
policeman, who chanced to know him well, and who took
the responsibility of letting him make his escape. Such a
howl from the newspapers followed this that Duane was
slated for a sacrifice, and barely got out of town in time.
And just at that juncture it happened that Jurgis was
introduced to a man named Harper whom he recognized as
the night-watchman at Brown's, who had been instrumental
in making him an American citizen, the first year of his
arrival at the yards. The other was interested in the
coincidence, but did not remember Jurgis — he had han-
dled too many ^ green ones " in his time, he said. He sat id
THE JUNGLE 309
a danoe-hall with Jurgis and Halloran until one or two in
the morning, exchang^g experiences. He had a long
story to tell of his quarrel with the superintendent of his
department, and how he was now a plain working-man,
and a good union man as well. It was not until some
months afterward that Jurgis understood that the quarrel
with the superintendent had been prearranged, and that
Harper was in reality drawing a salary of twenty dollars
a week from the packers for an inside report of his union's
secret proceedings. The yards were seething with agita-
tion just then, said the man, speaking as a unionist. The
eople of Packingtown had borne about all that they would
ar, and it looked as if a strike might begpin any week.
After this talk the man made inquiries concerning Jurgis,
and a couple of days later he came to him with an interest-
ing proposition. He was not absolutely certain, he said,
but he thought that he could get him a regular salary if
he would come to Packingtown and do as he was told, and
keep his mouth shut. Harper — ^^ Bush '* Harper, he was
called—- was a right-hand man of Mike Scully, the Demo*
cratic boss of the stockyards ; and in the coming election
there was a peculiar situation. There had come to Scully
a proposition to nominate a certain rich brewer who lived
upon a swell boulevard that skirted the district, and who
coveted the big badge and the ^ honorable ** of an alder*
man. The brewer was a Jew, and had no brains, but he
was harmless, and would put up a rare campaign fund*
BcuUy had accepted the offer, and then gone to the Re-
publicans with a proposition. He was not sure that he
could manage the ^^ sheeny," and he did not mean to take
any chances with his district; let the Republicans nomi«
nate a certain obscure but amiable friend of Scully's, who
was now setting ten-pins in the cellar of an Ashland Ave*
nue saloon, and he, Scully, would elect him with the
^sheeny's" money, and the Republicans might have the
glory, which was more than they would get otherwise.
In return for this the Republicans would asree to put up
no candidate the following year, when Scully himself
came up for reSlection as tm other alderman from, tb^
810 THE JUNGLE
ward. To this the Republicana had assented at once ; but
the hell of it was — so Harper explained— >that the Repub-
licans were all of them fools — a man had to be a fool to
be a Republican in the stockyards, where Scully was kins.
And they didn't know how to work, and of course it
would not do for the Democratic workers, the noble red*
skins of the War- Whoop League, to support the Repub-
lican openly. The difficulty would not have been so great
except for another fact — there had been a curious develop-
ment in stockyards politics in the last year or two, a new
party having leaped into being. They were the Socialists;
and it was a devil of a mess, said ^^ Bush *' Harper. The
one image which the word ^^ Socialist'' brought to Jurgis
was of poor little Tamoszius Kuszleika, who had called hmi-
self one, and would go out with a couple of other men and
a soap-box, and shout himself hoarse on a street comer Sat-
urday niehts. Tamoszius had tried to explain to Jurgis what
it was eSl about, but Jurgis, who was not of an imagina-
tive turn, had never quite got it straight ; at present he
was content with his companion's explanation thiekt the So-
cialists were the enemies of American institutions — could
not be bought, and would not combine or make any sort
of a ^^ dicker.*' Mike Scully was very much worried over
the opportunity which his last deal gave to them — the
stockyards Democrats were furious at the idea of a rich
capitalist for their candidate, and while they were changing
they might possibly conclude that a Socialist firebrand was
preferable to a Republican bum. And so ri^ht here was a
diance for Jurs^s to make himself a place m the world,
explained ^^ Bow " Harper ; he had been a union man, and
he was known in the yards as a working-man; he must
have hundreds of acquaintances, and as he had never talked
politics with them he might come out as a Republican now
without exciting the least suspicion. There were barrels of
monev for the use of those who could deliver the goods;
and Jurgis might count upon Mike Scully, who had never
Jet gone back on a friend. Just what could he do?
ureis asked, in some perplexity, and the other explained
in oetaiL To begin with, he would have to go to the
THE JXTNGLE 811
jrardfl and work, and he mightn^t relish that ; but he
would have what he earned, as well as the rest that came to
him. He would get aotive in the union again, and per-
haps try to get an office, as he. Harper, had ; he would tell
all his f rienos the eood points of Doyle, the Republican
nominee, and the Bad ones of the ^^ sheeny " ; and then
Scully would furnish a meeting-place, and he would start
the ^^ Toung Men's Republican Association,*' or something
of that sort, and have the rich brewer's best beer bytho
hogshead, and fireworks and speeches, just like the War-
Whoop League. Surely Jurgis must know hundreds of
men who would like that sort of fun ; and there would be
the regular Republican leaders and workers to help him
out, and they would deUver a big enough majority o»
election day.
When he had heard all this explanation to the end,
Jurgis demanded : ^ But how can i get a job in Packing-
town ? I'm blacklisted."
At which '' Bush " Harper laughed. ^ 111 attend to thaft
all right," he said.
And the other replied, ^It's a go, then; I'm your
man."
So Jurgis went out to the stockyards again, and was
introducea to the political lord of the district, the boss oi
Chicago's mayor. It was Scully who owned the brick-
yards and the dump and the ice pond — though Jurffia
did not know it. It was Scully who was to blame for we
nnpaved street in which Jurgis's child had been drowned; it
was Scully who had put into office the magistrate who had
first sent Jurgis to jail ; it was Scully who was principal
stockholder in the company which had sold him the ram*
shackle tenement, and then robbed him of it. But Jurgis
knew none of these things — any more than he knew that
Scully was but a tool and puppet of the packers. To him
Scully was a mighty power^ the ^ biggest " man he had
ever met.
He was a little, dried-up Irishman, whose hands shookc
fie had a brief talk with nis visitor, watching him with
his rat-like eyes, and making up his mind about him; and
SIS IHB JUNGIiB
lihen he gave him a note to Mr. HarmoQ, one of tlie head
mana^eiB of Durham's : —
^ The bearer, Jurgis Rudkus, is a particular friend of
mine, and I would like you to find him a good place, for
important reasons. He was once indiscreet, but you will
perhaps be so good as to overlook that."
Mr. Harmon looked up inquiringly when he read thi&
^ What does he mean by ^ indiscreet '? " he asked.
^ I was blacklisted, sir,** said Jurgis.
At which the other frowned. ^Blacklisted ? ** he said.
•• How do you mean ? **
And Jurgis turned red with embarrassment. He had
forgotten that a blacklist did not exist. ^ I — that is —
I had difficulty in getting a place," he stammered.
** What was the matter?"
^I got into a quarrel with a foreman — not my own
boss, sir — and struck him."
^ I see," said the other, and meditated for a few mo
ments. ^^ What do you wish to do ? " he asked.
^Anything, sir," said Jurgis — ^only I had a brokon
arm this winter, and so 1 have to be careful."
^ How would it suit you to be a night-watchman ? "
*^ That wouldn^t do, sir. I have to be among the men
at night."
^ I see — politics. Well, would it suit you to trim hogs?*
•* Yes, sir," said Jurgis.
And Mr. Harmon called a time-keeper and said, *^Take
this man to Pat Murphy and tell him to find room for him
somehow."
And so Jurgis marched into the hog-kiUing room, a
place where, in the days ^ne by, he had come begginff
for a job. Now he walked jauntily, and smiled to himself
seeing the frown that came 'to the boss's face as the time-
keeper said, ^ Mr. Harmon says to put this man on." It
would overcrowd his department and spoil the record he
was trying to make — but he said not a word «zoqit
-All right."
And 80 Juigis became a woridng^man oooe morei and
THE JUITGLB 818
staraigfatway he sought out his old friandsv and joined the
onion, and began to " root " for *♦ Scotty *' Doyle. Doyle
had done him a good turn onoe, he explained, and was
really a bully chap ; Doyle was a working-man himself,
and would represent the working-men — why did they
want to vote for a millionnaire ^ sheeny,*' and what the
hell had Mike Scully ever done for them that they should
back his candidates all the time ? And meantime Scully
had given Jur^ a note to the Republican leader of tiie
ward, and he nad gone there and met the crowd he was
to work with. Already they had hired a big hall, witli
some of the brewer's money, and every ms^ht Jurgis
brought in a dozen new memliers of the ^^ Doyle Republi-
ean Association." Pretty soon they had a nand opening
night; and there was a brass band, which marched
tlm>ugh the streets, and fireworks and bombs and red
lights in front of the hall ; and there was an enormous
crowd, with two overflow meetings — so that the pale and
trembling candidate had to recite three times over the
little speech which one of ScuUv's henchmen had written,
and which he had been a month learning by heart. Beet
of all, the famous and eloquent Senator Spareshanks, presi-
dential candidate, rode out in an automobile to discuss
the sacred privileges of American citizenship, and protec-
tion and prosperity for the American working-man. His
inspiriting address was quoted to the extent of half a
column in all the morning newspapers, which also said
that it could be stated upon excellent authorit|r that the
unexpected popularity developed by Doyle, the Kepublican
candidate for alderman, was giving great anxiety to Mr.
Scully, the chairman of the Democratic City Committee^
The chairman was still more worried when the monster
torchUfi^it procession came off, with the members of the
Dovle Kepublican Association all in red capes and hats,
and free beer for every voter in the ward — the best beer
ever given away in a ^litical campaign, as the 'vdiole dec*
torate testified. Durmg tnis parade, and at innumerable
cart-tedl meetings as well, Jurgis labored tirelessly. He
did not make any speeches — there were lawyers and
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other experts for that— bathe helped to mana|^e things t
distributing notices and posting placards and bringing
out the crowds ; and when iiie show was on he attended
to the fireworks and the beer. Thus in the course of the
campaign he handled many hundreds of dollars of the
Hebrew brewer's money, administering it with naive and
touching fidelity. Toward the end, however, he learned
that he was regarded with hatred by the rest of the
^^boys,'' because he compelled them either to make a
poorer showing than he or to do without their share of
the pie. After that Jurgis did his best to please them,
and to make up for the time he had lost before he dis-
covered the extra bun^-holes of the campaign-barrel.
He pleased Mike Sciuly, also. On election morning he
was out at four o'clock, ^^ getting out the vote" ; he nad
a two-horse carriage to ride in, and he went from house to
house for his friends, and escorted them in triumph to the
polls. He voted half a dozen times himself, and voted
some of his friends as often; he brought bunch after
bunch of the newest foreigners — Lithuanians, Poles, Bo*
hemians, Slovaks — and when he had put them through
the mill he turned them over to another man to take to
the next polling-place. When Jurgis first set out, the
captain of the precinct gave him a hundred dollars, and
three times in the course of the day he came for another
hundred, and not more than twenty-five out of each lot
got stuck in his own pocket. The balance all went for
actual votes, and on a day of Democratic landslides they
elected ** Scotty " Doyle, the ex-ten-pin setter, by nearly
a thousand plurality — and beginning at five o'clock ui
the afternoon, and ending at three the next momin?,
Jurgis treated himself to a most unholy and horrible
"jag." Nearly every one else in Packingtown did the
same, however, for fliere was universal exultation over
this triumph of popular government, this crushing defeat
of an arrogant plutocrat by the power of the common
people.
CHAPTER XXVI
1 the elections Jut^ stayed on in Pftckin^wn
aad kept his job. The agitation to break up the polioe
nroteotion of criminala was continuing, and it eeemed to
him best to " la; low" for the present. He had nearly thres
hundred dollars in the bank, and might have considered
himself entitled to s vacation ; but he had an easy job,
and force of habit kept him at it. Besides, Mike Scully,
vhom he consulted, advised him that something might
•• turn up " before long.
Juxgis got himself a place in a boarding-house with
Bome congenial friends. He had already inquired of
Aniele, and learned that Elzhieta and her family had gontt
down-town, and so he gave no further thought to tnem.
He went with a new set, now, young unmarried fellows
who were *' sporty." Jurgis had long ago cast off his
fertilizer clothing, and since going into politics he had
donned a linen collar and a greasv red necKtie. He had
some reason for thinking of his dress, for he wae making
about eleven dollars a week, and two-thirda of it he might
spend upon his pleasures without ever touching nb
Sometimes he would ride down-town with a party of
friends to the cheap theatres and the mnuo halls and
other haunts with which they were familiar. Many d
the salooni* in Packingtown had pool-tables, and some
of them bowling-alleya, by means of which he could spend
his evenings in petty gambling. Also, there were cards
and dice. One time Jurgis got into a game on a Saturday
night and won prodigiously, and becaose he was a man at
spirit he stayed in with the rest and the game continued
until late Snndaj afternoon, and by th%t time he was** ant.'*
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over twenty dollars. On Saturday nights, also, a umber
of balls were generally given in Packingtown ; each man
would bring his ^^ girl " with him, paying half a dollar for
a ticket, and seveial dollars additional for drinks in the
course of the festivities, which continued until three or
four o'clock in the morning, unless broken up by fighting.
During all this time the same man and woman would
dance together, half -stupefied with sensuality and drink.
Before long Jurgis discovered what Scully had meant
by something ^Huming up." In May the agreement be*
tween the packers and the unions expired, and a new agree-
ment had to be signed. Negotiations were going on, and
the yards were fun of talk of a strike. The old scale had
dealt with the wages of the skilled men only ; and of the
members of the Meat Workers' Union about two-thirds
were unskilled men. In Chicago these latter were receiv-
ing, for the most part, eighteen and a half cents an hout,
and the unions wished to make this the general wage f oi
the next year. It was not nearly so lar^ a wage as it
seemed — in the course of the negotiations the union
officers examined time-checks to the amount of ten thou-
sand dollars, and they found that the highest wages paid
had been fourteen dollars a week, the lowest two dollars
and five cents, and the average of the whole, six dollars
and sixty-five cents. And six dollars and sixty-five cents
was hardly too much for a man to keep a family on. Con-
sidering tiie fact that the price of dressed meat had in-
creased nearly fifty per cent in the last five years, while
the price of ^ beef on the hoof ^ had decreased as mueh, it
would have seemed that the packers ought to be able to
pay it ; but the packers were unwilling to pay it — they
rejected the union demand, and to show what their pur-
pose was, a week or two after the agreement expired they
put down the wages of about a thousand men to sixteen
and a half cents, and it was said that old man Jones had
vowed he would put them to fifteen before he got through.
There were a million and a half of men in the country
iOoUng for work, a hundred thousand of them right in
THE JUNGLE SIT
CUcago I and were the packers to let the nnion stewards
inarch into their places and bind them to a contract that
wonld lose them several thousand dollars a day for a year?
Not mnch t
All this w^ in June $ and before long the question was
submitted to a referendum in the unions, and the decision
was for a strike. It was the same in all the packing^house
cities ; and suddenly the newspapers and public woke up
to face the grewsome spectacle of a meat famine. All sorts
of pleas for a reconsioeration were made, but the packers
were obdurate ; and all the while they were reducing
wages, and heading off shipments of cattle, and rushing
in wagon-loads of mattresses and cots. So the men boiled
over, and one nieht telegrams went out from the union
headquarters to iQl the big packing centres,— * to St. Paul,
South Omaha, Sioux City, St. Joseph, Kansas City, East
St. Louis, and New York, — and the next day at noon be-
tween fifty and sixty thousand men drew off their work*
ing clothes and marched out of the factories, and the great
•• Beef Strike '* was on.
Jurgis went to his dinner, and afterward he walked
over to see Mike Scully, who lived in a fine house, upon a
street which had been decently paved and lighted for his
especial benefit. Scully had TOne into semi-retirement,
and looked nervous and worried. *^What do you want?*'
he demanded, when he saw Jurgis.
^ I came to see if maybe you could get me a place during
the strike,** the other replied.
And Scully knit his brows and eyed him narrowly. In
that morning's papers Jurgis had read a fierce denuncia*
lion of the packers by Scully, who had declared that if
they did not treat their people better the city authorities
would end the matter by tearing down their plants.
Now, therefore, Jur&fis was not a little taken aback when
the other demanded suddenly, *^ See here, Rudkus, why
don't you stick by your job ? **
Jurgis started. ^ Work as a scab 7 " he cried.
** Why not ?•• demanded Scully. ••What's that to you?"
818 THE JUNGLE
*^ But — but — ** stammered Jurgis. He had somehow
taken it for granted that he should so out with his union
^ The packers need good men, and need them bad,** con-
tinued the other, ^and they'll treat a man right that
stands by them. Why don't you take your chimoe and
fix yourself?"
^ But," said Jurgis, ^ how could I ever be of any use
to you — in politics ? "
*^ Tou couldn't be it anyhow,*' said Scully, abruptly.
** Why not? " asked Jurgis.
*^ Hell, man I '* cried t£e other. ^ Don*t you know
you're a Republican ? And do you think I'm always going
to elect Republicans ? My brewer has found out already
how we served him, and there is the deuce to pay.**
Jurgis looked dumfounded. He had never thought of
that aspect of it before. ^ I could be a Democrat," he said.
^^ Yes,'* responded the other, ^ but not right away ; a
man can't change his politics every day. A^d besides, I
don't need you — there'd be nothing for you to do. And
it's a long time to election day, anyhow ; and what are
you going to do meantime ? "
^ 1 thought I could count on you,** began Jurgis.
** Yes," responded Scully, *• so you could — I never yel
went back on a friend. 6ut is it fair to leave the loo I
eot you and come to me for another ? I have had a nun-
area fellows after me to-day, and what can I do ? I've put
seventeen men on the city pay-roll to clean streets this one
week, and do you think I can keep that up forever ? It
wouldn't do for me to tell other men what i tell you, but
you've been on the inside, and you ought to have sense
enough to see for yourself. What have you to gain by a
strike ? "
^^ I hadn't thought," said Jurgis.
*♦ Exactly," said Scully, " but you*d better. Take my
word for it, the strike will be over in a few days, and the
men will be beaten ; and meantime what you get out of it
will belong to you. Do you see ?"
And Jurgis sai^. He went back to the yards, and into
the work-room. The men had left a long line of hogs io
THE JT7N0LB 819
Tarlotui sta^ of preparation, and the foreman was direct-
ing the feeble efforts of a score or two of clerks and stenog*
raphers and office-boys to finish up the job and get them
into the chillin?-rooms. Jurgis went straight up to him
and announceOi ^^I have come back to work, Mr.
Murphy.**
The boss's face lighted up. **(jood man!** he cried*
** Come ahead 1 *'
*^ Just a moment,** said Jurgis, checking his enthusiasm.
** I think I ought to get a little more wages.*'
**Yes," replied the other, "of course. What do you
want?**
Jurgis had debated on the way. His nerve almost
failed him now, but he clenched his hands. " I think I
ought to have three dollars a day,*' he said.
" All right,** said the other, promptly ; and before the
day was out our friend discoverea that the clerks and
stenographers and office-boys were getting five dollars a
day, and then he coidd have kicked himself I
So Jurgis became one of the new " American heroes,'' a
man whose virtues merited comparison with those of the
martyrs of Lexington and Valley Forge. The resem*
blance was not complete, of course, for Jurgis was gener*
ously paid and comfortably clad, and was provided with
a spring-cot and a mattress and three substantial meals a
day; also he was perfectly at ease, and safe from all peril of
life and limb, save only in the case that a desire for beer
should lead iiim to venture outside of the stockyards
gates. And even in the exercise of this privilege he was
not left unprotected ; a good part of the inadequate police
force of Chicago was suddenly diverted from its work of
hunting criminals, and rushed out to serve him.
The police, and the strikers also, were determined that
there should be no violence ; but there was another party
interested which was minded to the contrary — and that
was the press. On the first day of his life as a strike-
breaker Jurgis quit work early, and in a spirit of bravado
he challenged three men of his acquaintance to go outside
S30 THE JUNOLE
and get a drink. They accepted, and went throngh the big
Halsted Street gate, where several policemen were watch-
ing, and also some union pickets, scanning sharply those who
pused in and out. Jurgis and his companions went south
on Halsted Street, past the hotel, and then suddenly half
a dozen men started across the street toward them and
proceeded to argue with them concerning *the error of their
ways. As the arguments were not taken in the proper
spirit, they went on to threats ; and suddenly one of them
jerked off the hat of one of the four and flung it over tiie
fence. The man started after it, and then, as a cry of
^ Scab I ** was raised and a dozen people came running out
of saloons and doorways, a second man's heart failed him
and he followed. Jurgis and the fourth stayed long enough
to give themselves the satisfaction of a quick exchanm of
' blows, and then they, too, took to their heels and fled back
of the hotel and into the yards again. Meantime, of course,
policemen were coming on a run, and as a crowd gathered
other police got excited and sent in a riot-calL Jurgis
knew nothing of this, but went badk to ^^ Packers* Ave-
nue,** and in front of the ^ Central Time-Station '* he saw
one of his companions, breathless and wild with excite-
ment, narrating to an ever growing throng how the foui
had been attached and surrounded by a howling mob, and
had been nearlv torn to pieces. While he stood listening,
smiling cynically, several dapper young men stood by witii
note-lMOKS in their hands, and it was not more than two
hours later that Jurgis saw newsboys running about with
armfuls of newspapers, printed in red and Mack letters
six inches high : —
VIOLENCE m THE YARDS I STRIKE-BREAKERS 8UBr
ROUNDED BY FRENZIED MOB I
If he had been able to buy all of the newspapers of the
United States the next morning, he might have discovered
that his beer-huntin? exploit was being perused by some
two score millions of people, and had served as a text for
editorials in half the staid and solemn business men*8 ne w»
papers in the land.
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Jtugis was to see more of this as time passed For the
present, his work being over, he was free to ride into the
city, by a railroad direct from the yards, or else to spend
the night in a room where cots had been laid in rows.
He chpse the latter, but to his regret, for all night long
mnffs of strike-breakers kept arriving. As very few ot
the oetter class of working-men could he got for such wosk,
these specimens of the new American hero contained an
assortment of the criminals and thugs of the city, besides
negroes and the lowest foreigners — Greeks, Roumanians,
Sicilians, and Slovaks. They had been attracted more by
the prospect of disorder than b^ the big wages ; and they
made the night hideous with sing^g and carousing, and
only went to sleep when the time came for them to get up
to work.
In the morning before Jurgis had finished his breakfast,
^ Pat ^ Murphy ordered him to one of the superintendents,
who questionea him as to his experience in the work of
the kUling-robm. His heart began to thump with excite-
ment, for he divined instantly that his hour had come —
tliat he was to be a boss t
Some of the foremen were union members, and many
who were not had gone out with the men. It was in the
killing department that tiie packers had been left most in
the lurch, and precisely here that they coidd least afford
it: the smoking and cimning and salting of meat mi^ht
wait, and all the by-producte might be wasted — but
fresh meats must be had, or the restauranto and hotels and
brown-stone houses woidd feel the pinch, and then ^ public
opinion '* woidd take a startling turn.
An opportunity such as this would not come twice to a
man ; and Jurgis seized it. Tea, he knew the work, the
whole of it, and he could teach it to others. But if he
took the job and gave satisfaction he would expect to keep
it — they would not turn him off at the end of the strike r
To which the superintendent replied that he might safely
trust Durham's for that— they proposed to teach these
miions a lesson, and most of all those foremen who had
gone back on them. Jurgis would receive five doUars a
822 THE JUNOLB
day daring the strike, and twenty-five a week after it ww
settled.
So our friend got a pair of ^* slaughter-pen " boots and
^ jeans,*^ and flung himself at his task. It was a weird
sight, there on the killing-beds — a throng of stupid black
negroes, and foreigners who could not understand a word
that was said to them, mixed with pale-faced, hollow*
chested bookkeepers and clerks, hajf-faintine for the
tropical heat ana the sickening stench of fresh blood —
and all struggling to dress a dozen or two of cattle in the
same place where, twenty-four hours ago, the old killing*
gang nad been speeding, with their marrellous preoisiooi
turning out four hundred carcasses every hour I
The negroes and the ^ toughs '* from the Levee did not
want to work, and every few minutes some of them would
feel obliged to retire and recuperate. In a couple of davM
Durham and Company had electric fans up to codl off ma
rooms for them, and even couches for them to rest on ; and
meantime they could go out and find a shady corner and
take a ^ snooze,'' and as there was no place for any one in
particular, and no system, it might be hours before theii
boss dispovered them. As for the poor office employees,
they did their best, moved to it by terror ; thirty of Uiem
had been ^^ fired *' in a bunch that first morning for refus-
ing to serve, besides a number of women clerks and
typewriters who had declined to act as waitresses.
It was such a force as this that Jurgis had to organize.
He did his best, fiying here and there, placing them in
rows and showinc^ tnem the tricks ; he haa never given an
order in his life before, bilt he had taken enough of them
to know, and he soon fell into the spirit of it, and roared
and stormed like any old stager. He had not the most
tractable pupils, however. ^ See hyar, boss,*' a big black
^buck'' would begin, ** ef you doan' like de way Ah does
dis job, you kin git somebody else to do it." Then a crowd
would gather and listen, muttering threats. After the first
meal nearly all the steel knives had been missing, and now
every negro had one, ground to a fine point, hiaden in his
boots.
THE JUNOLB SSS
There was no bringing order out of such a chaos, Jurgis
soon discovered ; ana he fell in with the spirit of the thing
— there was no reason why he should wear himself out
with shouting. If hides and guts were slashed and ren-
dered useless there was no way of tracing it to any one i
and if a man lay off and forgot to come back there was
nothing to be gained by seeking him, for all the rest would
quit in the meantime. Eyerything went, during the strike*
and the packers paid. Before long Jurgis found that the
custom of resting had suggested to some alert minds the
possibility of registering at more than one place and earn-
ing more than one five dollars a day. When he caught a
man at this he ^ fired ** him, but it chanced to be in a quiet
comer, and the man tendered him a ten-dollar bill and a
wink, and he took them. Of course, before long this cus-
tom spread, and Jurgis was soon making quite a good
income from it.
In the face of handicaps such as these the packers
counted themselves lucky if they could kill off the cattle
that had been crippled in transit and the hogs that had
developed disease. Frequently, in the course of a two or
three oays* trip, in hot weather and without water, some
hog would develop cholera, and die ; and the rost would
attack him before he had ceased kicldng, and when the car
was opened there would be nothing of him left but the
bones. If all the hogs in this car-load were not killed at
once, they would soon be down with the dread disease, and
tiiere would be nothing to do but make them into lard.
It was the same with cattle that were gored and dying, or
were limping with broken bones stuck through their flesh
— they must be killed, even if brokers ana buyers and
superintendents had to take off their coats and help drive
and cut and skin them. And meantime, agents of the
packers were gathering gfangs of negroes in the country
districts of the far South, promising them five dollars a day
and board, and being careful not to mention there was a
strike ; already car-loads of them were on the way, with
special rates from the railroads, and all traffic ordered out
of the way. Many towns and cities were taking advantage
8M THE JXT^OLB
of the chanoe to dear oat their jailB and work-hooees -— ii
Detroit the magistrates would release every man who
acpreed to leaye town within twenty-f oar hoars, and a^pnti
of the packers were in the conrt-rooms to ship them right.
And meantime train-loads of scmplies were ooming in for
thdr accommodation, including oieer and whiskey, so that
they might not be tempted to gp outside. They hired
thhrty young girls in Cincinnati to ^pack fruit,** and
when they arriyed put them at work canning corned-beef,
and put cots for them to sleep in a public haUway, through
whicm the men passed* As the gangs came in day and
night, under the escort of squads of police, they stowed
them away in miased work-rooms and rtore-roomfl, «id in
the carnaheds, crowded so closely together that the cots
touched. In some places they would use the same room
for eating and sleeping, and at night the men would put
their cots upon the tables, to keep away from the sw a r mB
of rats.
But with all their best efforts, the packers were demor-
alized. Ninety per cent of the men had walked out ; and
they faced the task of completely remaking their labor
force — and with the price of meat up thirty per cent, and
the public clamoring for a settlement. They made an
offer to submit the whole question at issue to arbitration;
and at the end of ten days the unions accepted it, and the
strike was called off. It was agreed that aU the men were
to be reemployed within forty-fiye days, and that there
was to be ^ no discrimination against union men.**
This was an anxious time for Jurgis. U the men
were taken back ^ without discrimination,^ he would lose
his present place. He sought out the superintendent, who
smiled grindy and bade him ^ wait and see.** Durham*!
strike-breakers were few of them leaying.
Whether or not the ^ settlement ** was simply a trick o(
the packers to gain time, or whether they really expected
to break the strike and cripple the unions by the plan, can'
not be said ; but that night there went out from the offioe
of Durham and Company a telegram to all the big packii^
oentres, ^^ Employ no union leaders-** And in the *" —
THE JUKGLE 326
ing, when the twenty thonsand men thronged into the
yards, with their dinner-pails and working-clothes, Jurgis
stood near the door of the hog-trimming room, where he
had worked before the strike, and saw a throng of eager
meQ, with a score or two of policemen watching them ; and
he saw a superintendent come out and walk down the line,
and pick out man after man that pleased him ; and one
after another came, and there were some men up near the
head of the line who were never picked — they being the
union stewards and delegates, and the men Jurgis had
heard making speeches at the meetings. Each time, of
course, there were louder murmurings and anj;rier looks.
Over where the cattle-butchers were waiting, tfurgis heard
shouts and saw a crowd, and he hurried there. One big
batcher, who was president of the Packing Trades Council
had been passed over five times, and the men were wild
with rage ; they had appointed a committee of three to
go in and see the superintendent, and the committee had
made three attempts, and each time the police had clubbed
them back from the door. Then there were yells and hoots,
continuing until at last the superintendent came to the
door. ^ We all go back or none of us do I *' cried a hun«
dred yoices. And the other shook his fist at them, and
shouted, ^Tou went out of here like cattle, and like
cattle youll come back I ^
Then suddenly the big butcher president leaped upon
a pile of stones and yelled : ^ It*s off, boys. Well all of
us quit again I ^ And so the cattle-butchers declared a new
steike on the spot ; and gathering their members from the
other plants, where the same trick had been played, they
marched down Packers* Avenue, which was tibironged with
a dense mass of workers, cheerine wildly. Men who had
already eot to work on the kiUing-beds dropped their
tools and joined them ; some galloped here and there on
horseback, shouting the tidings, and within half an hour
the whole of Paokingtown was on stril^e again, and beside
Haelf with fury.
There was q[«ite a different tone in Paokingtown aftttt
128 THE JUNGLE
this — the place was a seething caldron of passion, and Aa
*^8C^b*' who yentured into it fared badly. There were
one or two of these incidents each day, the newspapers
detailing them, and always blaming them upon the unions.
Tet ten years before, when there were no unions in Pack*
ingtown, there was a strike, and national troops had to be
caUed, and there were pitched battles fought at night, by
the light of blazing freight-trains. Paclangtown was al-
ways a centre of violence ; in ** Whiskey r oint,** where
there were a hundred saloons and one jp^lue-factory, there
was always fighting, and always more of it in hot weather.
Any one who had ^ikken the trouble to consult Uie station-
house blotter would have found that there was less vio-
lence that summer than ever before — and this while
^enty thousand men were out of work, and with nothing
to do all day but brood upon bitter wrongs. There was
no one to picture the battle the union leaders were fight-
ing — to hold this huge army in rank, to keep it from
strasfgling and pillaging, to cheer and encourage and
guide a hundrea thousand people, of a dozen dmerent
tongues, through six long weeks of hunger and disap-
pointment and despair.
Meantime the packers had set themselves definitely to
the task of making a new labor force. A thousand or
two of strike-breakers were brought in every night, and
distributed among the various plants. Some of them were
experienced workers, — butohers, salesmen, and managers
from the packers* branch stores, and a few union men
who had deserted from other cities ; but the vast major-
ity were ^ green *' negroes from the cotton districts of ihe
far South, and they were herded into the packing-plants
like sheep. There was a law forbidding the use of build-
ings as lodging-houses unless they were licensed for the
purpose, and provided with proper windows, stairways,
and fire-escapes; but here, in a ** paint-room,*' reached
only by an enclosed ** chute," a room without a single
window and only one door, a hundred men were crowdted
upon mattresses on the fioor. Up on the third story of ibB
^nog-house ^ of Jones's was a store-room, without a win-
THE JUNGLE 89
dow, into which they crowded seven hundred men, sleep-
ing upon the bare springs of cots, and with a second shift
to use them by day* And when the clamor of the public
led to an investigation into these conditions, and the mayor
of the city was forced to order the enforcement of the law,
the packers got a judge to issue an injunction forbidding
him to do it r
Just at this time the mayor was boasting that he had
put an end to gambling and prize-fighting in the city;
But here a swarm of professional gamblers had leagued
themselves with the police to fleece the strike-breakers ;
and any night, in the big open space in front of Brown's,
one might see brawny negroes stripped to the waist and
pounding each other for money, while a howling throng
of three or four thousand surged about, men and women,
voung white girls from the country rubbing elbows with
big buck negroes with daggers in their boots, while rows
at woolly heads peered down from everv window of the
surrounding factories. The ancestors of these black people
bad been savages in Africa ; and since then they had been
diattel slaves, or had been held down by a community
ruled by the traditions of slavery. Now for the first time
they were free, — free to gpratify every passion, free to
wreck themselves. They were wanted to break a strike,
and when it was broken they would be shipped away, and
their present masters would never see them again ; and so
whiskey and women were brought in by the car-load and
aold to them, and heU was let loose in uie yards. Every
night there were stabbings and shootings ; it was said that
the packers had blank permits, which enabled them to ship
dead bodies from the city without troubling the authori-
ties. They lodged men and women on the same floor ; and
with the night there began a saturnalia of debauchery —
scenes such as never before had been witnessed in America.
And as the women were the dregs from the brothels of
Chicago, and the men were for the most part ignorant
country negroes, the nameless diseases of vice were soon
rife ; and uiis where food was being handled which was
tent oat to eveiy oomer of the civilized world.
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The ** Union Stockyards " were never a pleasant place ;
but now they were not only a collection of slaughter-
houses, but also the camping-place of an army of fifteen ox
twenty thousand human beasts. All day long the blazing
midsummer sun beat down upon that square mile of
abominations : upon tens of thousands of cattle crowded
into pens whose wooden floors stank and steamed conta-
gion ; upon bare, blistering, cinder-strewn railroad-tracks,
and huge blocks of dingy meat-factories, whose labyrinthine
passages defied a breatn of fresh air to penetrate them ;
and there were not merely rivers of hot blood, and car-
loads of mobt flesh, and renderine-yats and soap-caldrons,
glue-factories and fertilizer tan^s, that smelt like the
craters of heU — there were also tons of garbage festering
in the sun, and the greasy laundry of the workers hung
out to dry, and dining-rooms littered with food and blaci
with flies, and toUet-rooms that were open sewers.
And then at night, when this throng poured out into
the streets to play — fighting, gambling, drinking and
carousing, cursing and screaming, laughing and singing,
playing banjoes and dancing I They were worked in the
yards all the seven days of the wecK, and they had their
prize-fights and crap-games on Sunday nights as well; but
then around the comer one might see a bonfire blazing,
and an old, gray-headed negress, lean and witchlike, her
hair flying ^d and her eyes blazing, yelling and chanting
of the fires of perdition and the blood of the ^ Lamb,
while men and women lay down upon the g^und and
moaned and screamed in convulsions of terror and remorse.
Such were the stockyards during the strike ; while the
onions watched in sullen despair, and the country clamored
like a greedy child for its food, and the packers went
grimly on their way. E2ach day they added new workers,
and could be more stem with the old ones — could put
ihem on piece-work, and dismiss them if they did not keep
up the pace. Jurgis was now one of their agents in this
process ; and he could feel the change day by day, like
the slow starting up of a huge machine. He had gotten
nsed to being a master of men; and because of the stifling
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heat and the stenoh, and the fact that he was a ^soab**
and knew it and despised himself, he was drinking, and
developine a villainous temper, and he stormed and cnrs^
and raged at his men, and drove them antil they were
ready to drop with exhaustion.
Then one day late in August, a superintendent ran into
the place and shouted to Jur^is and his gang to drop
their work and come. They followed him outside, to
where, in the midst of a dense throng, they saw several
two-horse trucks waiting, and three patrol-wagon loads of
police. Jurgis and his men sprang upon one of the trucks,
and the driver yelled to the crowd, and they went thunder-
ing away at a gallop. Some steers had just escaped from
the yards, and the strikers had got hold of them, and there
would be the chance of a scrap!
They went out at the AshLmd Avenue gate, and over
fn the direction of the ^ dump.*' There was a yell as soon
as they were sighted, men ana women rushing out of houses
and saloons as they galloped by. There were eight or ten
policemen on the truck, however, and there was no dis*
turbance until they came to a place where the street was
blocked with a dense throng. Those on the flying truck
yelled a warning and the crowd scattered peU-mell, dis-
closing one of the steers lying in its blood. There were
a good many cattle-butchers about just then, with nothing
much to do, and hungry children at nome ; and so some one
had knocked out the steer — and as a first-dass man can
kill and dress one in a couple of minutes, there were a
good many steaks and roasts already missing. This called
for punishment, of course ; and the police proceeded to ad-
minister it by leaping from the trucK and cracking at every
head thev saw. There were yells of rage and pain, and
the terrined people fled into houses and stores, or scattered
helter-skelter down the street. Jurgis and his gang joined
in the sport, every man siufipling out his victim, and striv-
ing to bring him to bay ana punch him. If he fled into
a house his pursuer would smash in the flimsy door and
follow him up the stairs, hitting every one who came
it
8S0 THE JUNGLE
within reach, and finally dragging his squealing qnarry
from under a bed or a pUe of old oTotbes in a closet
Jurgis and two policemen chased some men into a bar>
room. One of them took shelter behind the bar, where a
policeman cornered him and proceeded to whack him over
the back and shoulders, until he lay down and g^ye a
chance at his head. The others leaped a fence in the rear,
balking the second policeman, who was fat ; and as he came
back, furious and cursing, a big Polish woman, the owner
of the saloon, rushed in screaming, and received a poke in
the stomach that doubled her up on the floor. Meantime
Jurgis, who was of a practical temper, was helping himself
at the bar ; and the first policeman, who had laid out his
man, joined him, handing out several more bottles, and
filling his pockets besides, and then, as he started to leave,
cleaning off all the balance with a sweep of his club. The
din of the glass crashing to the floor brought the fat Po-
lish woman to her feet again, but another policeman came
np behind her and put his knee into her back and his
hands over her eyes — and then called to his companion,
who went back and broke open the cash-drawer and filled
his pockets with the contents. Then the three went out-
side, and the man who was holdinc^ the woman gave her a
shove and dashed out himself. The gang having already
got the carcass on to the truck, the party set out at a trot,
Followed by screams and curses, and a shower of bricks
and stones from unseen enemies. These bricks and stones
would figure in the accounts of the ^^ riot " which would
be sent out to a few thousand newspapers within an hour
or two ; but the episode of the cash-drawer would ne^er
be mentioned again, save only in the heart-breaking legends
of Packing^own.
It was late in the afternoon when they got back, and
they dressed out the remainder of the steer, and a couple
of others that had been killed, and then knocked off lor
the day. Jurgis went down-town to supper, with three
friends who had been on the other trucKs, and they ex-
changed reminiscences on the way. Afterward they
THE JUNGLE 331
drifted into a roulette-parlor, and Jur^is, who was never
lucky at gambling, dropped about mteen dollars. To
console himself he had to drink a good deal, and he went
back to Packingtown about two o'clock in the morning,
very much the worse for his excursion, and, it must be
oomessed, entirely deserving the calamity that was in store
for him.
As he was going to the place where he slept, he met a
painted-cheeked woman in a greasy ^kimono,'' and she
put her arm about his waist to steady him ; they turned
into a dark room they were passing — but scarcely had
they taken two steps before suddenly a door swung open,
and a man entered, carrying a lantern. ^ Who's there ? **
he called sharply. And Jurgis started to mutter some
reply ; but at the same instant the man raised his light,
which flashed in his face, so that it was possible to recog-
nize him. Jurgis stood stricken dumb, and his heart gave
a leap like a mad thing. The man was Connor I
Connor, the boss of the loading gang I The man who
had seduced his wife — who had sent him to prison, and
wrecked his home, and ruined his life t He stood t^ere,
staring, with the light shining full upon him.
Jurgis had often thought of Connor since coming back
to Packing^wn, but it mid been as of something far off,
that no longer concerned him. Now, however, when he
saw him, alive and in the flesh, the same thing happened
to him that had happened before — a flood of rage boiled
up in him, a blind frenzy seized him. And he flung him-
aelf at the man, and smote him between the eyes — and
then, as he fell, seized him by the throat and began to
pound his head upon the stones.
The woman began screaming, and people came rushing
in. The lantern had been upset and extinguished, and it
was so dark they could not see a thing ; but they could
hear Jurgis panting, and hear the thumping of his victim's
skull, and tiiey ruusihed there and tried to piull him ofi.
Precisely as before, Jurgis came away with a piece of his
enemy's flesh between his teeth ; and, as before, he went
on fighting with those who had interfered with hinu
882 THE JUKGLE
until a polioeman had oome and beaten him into insenai-
bilitj.
And so Jurgis spent the balance of the night in the
stockyards station-house. This time, however, he had
money in his pocket, and when he came to his senses he
could get something to drink, and also a messenger to
take word of his plight to ^^ Bush" Harper. Harper did
not appear, however, until after the prisoner, feeling
very weak and ill, had been haled into court and re-
manded at five hundred dollars' bail to await the result of
his victim's injuries. Jurgis was wild about this, because
a different magistrate had chanced to be on the bench,
and he had stated that he had never been arrested before,
and also that he had been attacked first — and if only
some one had been there to speak a good word for him,
he could have been let off at once.
But Harper explained that he had been down-town, and
had not got the message. ** What's happened to you ? "
he asked.
•' I've been doin^ a feUow up,*' said Jurgis, " and I've
got to get five hundred dollars' bail."
**I can arrange that all right,*' said the other —
** though it may cost you a few dollars, of course. But
what was the trouble?"
** It was a man that did me a mean trick once," an-
swered Jurgis.
^^Whoishe?"
^He's a foreman in Brown's— or used to be. ESs
name's Connor."
And the other gave a start. ^ Connor 1 " he criedi
«* Not Phil Connor I "
** Yes," said Jurgis, ** that's the fellow. Why ? "
** Grood God I " exclaimed the other^ ^ then you're in for
it, old man I J can't help you I "
**Not help me I Why not?"
^ Why, lie's one of Scully's bigffest men— he*8 a mem-
ber of the War- Whoop League, andUiey talked of sending
him to the legislature I Pnil Oonnor I Great heavens I^
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Jnigis sat drunb with dismay.
*» Why, he can send you to Joliet, if he wants to t ^ de-
dared the other.
^ Can't I have Scolly get me off before he finds ont
about it ? " asked Jurgis, at length.
*^ But Scully's out of town,*' the other answered. ^ I
don't even know where he is — he*s run away to dodge
the strike.**
That was a pretty mess, indeed. Poor Jurgis sat half*
dazed. His pull liad run up against a bigger pull^ and
he was down and out I ^But \niat am I going to do ?'*
he asked, weakly.
** How should I know ? " said the other. ** I shouldn't
even dare to get bail for you — why, I might ruin myself
for life!"
Again there was silence. ^ Can't you do it for me,**
Jurgis asked, *^ and pretend that you didn't know who I'd
hit?"
^* But what good would that do you when you came to
stand trial?" asked Harper. Then he sat buried in
thought for a minute or two. ^^ There's nothing — unless
it's this," he said. *^ I could haye your bail reduced ; and
then if you had the money you coiild pay it and skip."
^How much will it be?" Jur^ asked, after he had
had this explained more in detail.
** I don't know," said the other. " How much do you
own?"
^ I'ye got about three hundred dollars," was the answer.
•*Well," was Harper's reply, "I'm not sure, but I'll
try and ^et you off for that. I'll take the risk for friend-
ship's sake — for I'd hate to see you sent to state's prison
for a year or two."
And so finally Jurgis ripped out his bank-book — which
was sewed up in his trousers — and signed an order,
which ** Bush " Harper wrote, for all the money to be paid
out. Then the latter went and got it, and hurried to the
court, and explained to the magistrate that Jurgb was a
decent feUow and a friend of Scully's, who had been at-
tacked by a strike-breaker. So the bail was reduced to
«tt
THE JXTNGLB
three hundred dollars, and Harper went on it himself ; he
did not tell this to Jurgis, however — nor did he tell him
that when the time for trial came it would be an easy
matter for him to aroid the forfeiting of the bail, and
pocket the three hundred dollars as his reward for the risk
of offending Mike Scully ! All that he told Jurgis was that
he was now free, and that the best thing he could do was
to clear out as quickly as possible ; and so Jurgis, over-
whelmed with gratitude and relief, took the dollar and
fourteen cents that was left him out of all his bank
account, and put it with the two dollars and a quarter
Uiat was left from his last night's celebration, and boarded
a street-car and got off at the other end of Chicago.
4
1 CHAPTER XXVn
^ PoOB Jurgis was now an oatcast and a tramp onoe
i more. He was crippled — he was as literally crippled as
I any wild animal which has lost its claws, or been torn out
1 of its shell. He had been shorn, at one cut, of all those
^ mysterious weapons whereby he had been able to make a
' liying easUy and to escape tne consequences of his actions.
i He could no longer command a job when he wanted it ;
i he could no longer steal with impunity — he must take
^ his chances with the common herd. Nay worse, he dared
I not mingle with the herd — he must hide by himself, for
i he was one marked out for destruction. His old com-
: panions would betray him, for the sake of the influence
i they would gain thereby ; and he would be made to suffer,
4 not merely for the offence he had committed, but for
\ others which would be laid at his door, just as had been
* done for some poor deyil on the occasion of that assault
.; npon the " country customer " by him and Duane.
^ And also he lal)ored under another handicap now. He
I bad acquired new standards of liying, which were not
'I easily to be altered. When he had been out of work be«
4 fore, he had been content if he could sleep in a doorway
or under a tnick out of the rain, and if he could get fifteen
cents a day for saloon lunches. But now he desired all
l^ sorts of oUier things, and suffered because he had to do
4 without them. He must haye a drink now and then, a
I drink for its own sake, and apart from the food that came
' with it. The craying for it was strong enough to master
I eyery other consideration — he would haye it, though it
' were his last nickel and he had to stanre the balance of
I the day in consequence.
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386 THE JUNGLE
Jnrgis beoame onoe more a besieger of faetory gatea.
But never ainoe he had been in Ohioago had he atood leai
chanoe of getting a job than just then. For one thing,
there was the economic crisis, the million or two of men
who had been out of work in the spring and summer, and
were not yet all back, by any means. And then there
was the strike, with seventy thousand men and women all
over the country idle for a couple of months— twenty
thousand in Chicago, and many of them now seeking won
throughout the city. It did not remedy matters that a
few days later the strike was given up and about half the
strikers went back to work ; for everv one taken on,
there was a ^* scab '' who gave up and fled. The ten or
fifteen thousand ^^ green *' negroes, foreigners, and criminals
were now being turned loose to shift for themselves.
Evenrwhere Jurgis went he kept meeting them, and he
was m an affony of fear least some one of them should
know that ne was ^^ wanted.'* He would have left
Chicago, only by the time he had realized his danger he
was abnost penniless ; and it would be better to go to jail
than to be caught out in the country in the winter-time.
At the end of about ten days Jurgis had only a few
pennies left ; and he had not yet found a job — not even
a day's work at anything, not a chanoe to carrv a satchel.
Onoe again, as when he had oome out of the hospital, he
was bound hand and foot, and facing the grisly phantom
of starvation. Raw, naked terror possessed him, a madden-
ing passion that would never leave him, and that wore him
down more quickly than the actual want of food. He was
going to die of hunger I The fiend reached out its oealj
arms for him-^it touched him, its breath came into hia
face; and he would cry out for the awfulness of it, he
would wake up in the night, shuddering, and bathed in
perspiration, and start up and flee. He would walk, beg-
ging for work, until he was exhausted ; he could not remain
still — he would wander on, gaunt and haggard, gadng
about him with restless eyes. Everywhere he went, from
one end of the vast city to the other, Uiere were hundreds ol
others like him s everywhere was the sight of plent)^ -^
THE JTTKGLB 337
and the meroileas hand of autiiority waving them awaj.
There is one kind of prison where the man is behind barsi
and everything that he desires is outside ; and there is
another kind where the things are behind the bars, and
the man is outside.
When he was down to his last quarter, Jurgis learned
that before the bakeshops closed at night they sold out
what was left at half price, and after that he would go
and get two loaves of stale bread for a nickel, and break
them up and stuff his pockets with them, munching a bit
from time to time. He would not spend a psnny save for
this ; and, after two or three days more, he even became
sparing of the bread, and would stop and peer into the ash-
barrels as he walked along the streets, and now and then
rake out a bit of something, shake it free from dust, and
count himself just so many minutes further from the
end.
So for several days he had been going about, ravenous
all the time, and growing weaker and weaker ; and tiien
ene morning he had a hideous experience, that almost
broke his h^rt. He was passing down a street lined with
warehouses, and a boss offered mm a job, and then, after
he had started to work, turned him off because he was not
strong enough. And he stood by and saw another man
put into his place, and then picked up his coat, and walked
off, doing aK that he could to keep from breaking down
and crying like a baby. He was lost 1 He was doomed I
There was no hope for him ! But then, with a sudden
rush, his fear gave place to rage. He fell to cursing. He
would come back there after dark, and he would show
that scoundrel whether he was good for anything or not!
He was still muttering this when suddenly, at the cor*
ner, he came upon a green-grocery, with a tray fuU of
cabbages in front of it. Jurgis, after one swift glance
about him, stooped and seized the biggest of them, and
darted round the corner with it. There was ia hue and
ery, and a score of men and boys started in chase of him ;
but he came to an alley, and then to another branchLu%
THE JXTNGLB
off from it and leading him into another street, where he
fell into a walk, and slipped hb cabbas^ under his coat
and went off unsuspected in the crowa. When he had
gotten a safe distance away he sat down and deyoured
half the cabbage raw, stowing the balance away in his
pockets till the next day.
Just about this time one of the Chicago newspapers,
which made much of the ^common people," opened a
*^ free-soup kitchen " for the benefit of the unemployed.
Some people said that they did this for the sake of the
advertising it gaye them, and some others said that their
motiye was a fear lest all their readers should be starved
off ; but whatever the reason, the soup was thick and hot,
and there was a bowl for every man, all night long.
When Jurgis heard of this, from a fellow ^^hobo,** he
vowed that he would have half a dozen bowls before
morning ; but, as it proved, he was lucky to get one, tor
there was a line of men two blocks long before the stand,
and there was just as long a line when the place was finally
closed up.
This depot was within the danger-line for Jurffi8->«ia
the ^ Levee ** district, where he was known ; but he went
there, all the same, for he was desperate, and b^^inning
to think of even the Bridewell as a place of refuge. So
&r the weather' had been fair, and he had slept out every
night in a vacant lot ; but now there fell suddenly a shadow
of the advancinj? winter, a chill wind from the north and t
driving storm of rain. That day Jurgis bought two drinks
for the sake of the shelter, and at nifi^it he spent his last
two pennies in a ^ stale-beer dive.*' This was a place kepi
by a negro, who went out and drew off the old dregs ci
beer that lay in barrels set outside of the saloons ; and idfter
he had doctored it with chemicals to make it ^ fizz,** he
sold it for two cents a can, the purchase of a can including
the privilege of sleeping the night through upon the floor,
with a mass of degrade! outcasts, men and women.
All these horrors afiSicted Jurgis all the more cruelly,
because he was always contrasting ^em with the oppor-
tunities he had lost. For instance, just now it was election
THE JUNOLB 330
time again — within five or six weeks the TOtera of the
country would select a President; and he heard the
wretches with whom he associated iUscussing it, and saw
the streets of the city decorated with placard and banners
— and what words could describe the pangs of grief and
despair that shot through him ?
For instance, there was a night during this cold spell.
He had begged all day, for his very life, and found not a
soul to hem him, until toward evening he saw an old
lady getting off a street-car and helped her down with her
umbrellas and bundles, and then told her his ^ hard-luck
story,** and after answering all her suspicious questions
satisfactorily, was taken to a restaurant and saw a quarter
paid down for a meal. And so he had soup and bread,
and boiled beef and potatoes and beans, and pie and
coffee, and came out with his skin stuffed tight as a foot-
ball. And then, through the rain and the darkness, far
down tiie street he saw red lights flaring and heurd the
thumping of a bass-drum ; and his heart gaye a leap, and
he made for the place on the run — knowing without the
asking that it meant a political meeting.
The campaign had so far been characterized by what
the newspapers termed ^ apathy.** For some reason the
people refused to get excited oyer the struggle, and it was
almost impossible to get them to come to meetingpB, or to
make any noise when they did come. Those which had
been held in Chicago so far had proven most dismal
failures, and to-night, the speaker being no less a person-
age than a candidate for the vice-presiaency of the nation,
the pohtical managers had been trembling with anxiety.
But a merciful Providence had sent this storm of cold rain
«-and now all it was necessary to do was to set off a few
fireworks, and thump awhile on a drum, and all the home-^
less wretches from a mile around would pour in and fill
the hall I And then on the morrow the newspapers would
have a chance to report the tremendous ovation, and to add
that it had been no ^silk-stocking** audience, either, proving
dearly that the high-tariff sentiments of the disting^uishea
eandioate were pleasing to the wage-earners of the natioiu
810 THE JUNGLB
So Jnr^ f oand himgelf in a laige hall, daboratelj dao*
orated with flags and hunting; and after the chiunniyi
had made his little speech, and Ihe orator of the eyening
rose up, amid an uproar from the band— only fancy tbfl
emotions of Jurgis upon making the discovery that the
personage was none otiier than me famous and eloquent
Senator Spareshanks, who had addressed the *^ Doyle Re-
publican Association** at the stockyards, and helped to
elect Mike Scully's ten-pin setter to the Chicago Board ot
Aldermen I
In truth, the sight of the senator almost brought the tean
into Jurgis's eyes. What agony it was to him to look back
upon those golden hours, when he, too, had a place beneath
the shadow of the plum tree I When he, too, had been of
the elect, through whom the country is governed — when
he had had a bun^ in the campaign-barrel for his own!
And this was anouier election in which the Republicans
had all the money ; and but for that one hideous accident
he might have had a Shaw of it, instead of being where he
wasi
The eloquent senator was explaining the system of Pro*
tection ; an ingenious device wnereby Vie working-man per*
mitted the manufacturer to charge him higher prices, in
order that he might receive higher wages ; thus taking his
money out of his pocket with one han£ and putting a part
of it back with the other. To the senator this unique
arrangement had somehow become identified with the
higher verities of the universe. It was because of it that
Columbia was the gem of the ocean ; and all her future
triumphs, her power and good repute among the nationSt
depended upon the zeal and fidekty with which each citi»
zen held up the hands of those who were toiling to main-
tain it. The name of this heroic company was ^the
Grand Old Partjr**—
And here the band began to play, and Jur^ sat up with
a violent start. Singular as it may seem, Jurgis was making
a desperate effort to understand what the senator was say-
ing— > to comprehend the extent of American prospeiitjt
THE JUNGLE 341
Hm enonnoas ezpanflion of American commerce, and tiie
Republic's future in the Pacific and in South America, and
wherever else the oppressed were groaning. The reason
for it was that he wanted to keep awake. He knew that
if he allowed himself to fall asleep he would begin to snore
loudly; and so he must listen — he must be interested!
But he had eaten such a big dinner, and he was so ex-
hausted, and the hall was so warm, and his seat was so com.
fortable I The senator's eaunt form began to grow dim
and hazy, to tower before him and dance about, with figures
of exports and imports. Once his neighbor gave mm a
savage poke in the ribs, and he sat up with a start and
tried to look innocent ; but then he was at it again, and
men began to stare at him with annoyance, and to call out
in vexation. Finallv one of them called a policeman, who
came and grabbed Jurgis by the collar, ana jerked him to
his feet, bewildered and terrified. Some of the audience
turned to see the commotion, and Senator Spareshanks
<ered in his speech; but a voice shouted cheerily:
^ We're just firing a bum I Gro ahead, old sport I ** And so
the crowd roared, and the senator smiled genially, and went
on ; and in a few seconds poor Jurgis found himself landed
out in the rain, with a kick and a string of curses.
He ffot into the shelter of a doorway and took stock of
himself. He was not hurt, and he was not arrested — more
than he had any right to expect. He swore at himself and
luck for a while, and then turned his thoughts to prao-
1 matters. He had no money, and no place to sbep ;
he must begin begging again.
He went out, hunchmg his shoulders together and shivep*
ing at the touch of the icy rain. Comine down the street
toward him was a lady, well-dressed, and protected by an
umbrella ; and he turned and walked beside her. *^ Please,
ma'am,*' he began, ^ could you lend me the price of a night's
lodgmg ? I'm a poor working-man — ^
'Dien, suddenly, he stopped short. Br the light of a
street lamp he bad ol^ught sight of the lady's face. He
knew her.
U was Alena Jasaityte* who had been the belle of his
342 THE JXJKQLS
wedding-f e«8t I Alena Jasaiiyte, who had looked so beaih
tif ul, and danoed with ftuch a queenly air, with Jaoeai
Raczius, the teamster I Jurgis had only seen her once or
twice afterward, for Juozas had thrown her over for an*
other girl, and Alena had gone away from PackingtowD,
no one knew where. And now he niet her here I
She was as much surprised as he was. ^Jurgis Rudkus ^ "*
she gasped. ^ And what in the world is the matter witb
you?"
^ I — Fve had hard luck,** he stammered. ^ Fm out of
work, and I've no home and no money. And you, Alena
— are you married?**
^^ No,** she answered, ^ I*m not married, but Tve got a
good place.**
They stood staring at each other for a few moments
longer. Finally Alena spoke again. ^* Jurgis,** she said,
^I*a help you if I could, upon my word I would, but it
happens tliat I*ye come out without my purse, and I hon*
esuy hayen*t a penny with me. I can do something better
for you, though — I can tell you how to get help. I can
tell you where Marija is.**
Jurgis gave a start. ^ Marija I ** he gasped.
^ Tes,** said Alena ; ** and she'll help you. She*8 ffot a
place, and 8he*s doing well; she*ll be glaa to eee you.*
It was not much more than a year since Jurgis had left
Packingtown, feeling like one escaped from jail ; and it
had been from Manja and Elzbieta that he was esoaping
But now, at the mere mention of them, his whole beinff
cried out with joy. He wanted to see them ; he wantea
to CO home I They would help him — they would be kind
to him. In a flash he had thought oyer the situation. He
had a eood excuse for runnino^ away — his g^ef at the
death of his son ; and also he had a good excuse for not
returning — the fact that they had left rackingtown. ^ All
right,** he said, "I*U go.**
So she gaye him a number on Clark Street, adding*
^ There*s no need to giye you my address, because Mariji
knows it.** And Jurgis set out, without further ada
He found a laige brown-stone house of aristocnitio a|^
THE JUNGLE 348
pearanoe, and rang the basement bell. A young colored
girl oame to the door, opening it about an inch, and gazing
at him BuspioiouBlj.
** What do yoxk want?'* she demanded.
^Does Marija Berczynskas live here?" he inquired.
•* I dunnoy" said the girl. ** What you want wid her ?'*
^ I want to see her/' said he ; she's a relative of mine.'*
The ^1 hesitated a moment. Then she opened the door
and said, '' Come in.'* Jurgis oame and stood in the hall,
and she continued : '' I'll go see. What's yo' name ?"
''Tell her it's Jurgis/' he answered, and the girl went
upstairs. She came back at the end of a minute or two,
and rej)lied, '' Dey ain't no sich person here."
Jurgis's heart went down intoms boots. '' I was told
this was where she lived 1" he cried.
But the ffirl only shook her head. '' De lady says dey
ain't no sich person here/' she said.
And he stood for a moment, hesitating, helpless with
dismay. Then he turned to go to the door. At the same
instant, however, there came a knock upon it, and the girl
went to open it. Jurgis heard the shuffling of feet, and
then heard her give a cry ; and the next moment she
sprang back, and past him, her eyes shining white with
torror, and boundra up the stairw^, screaming at the top
of her lungs ** Pclioe I PoUoe I We're pinched /"
Jurgis stood for a second, bewildered. Then, seeing
blue-coatod forms rushing upon him, he sprang after the
negress. Her cries had been the signal for a wild uproar
above; the house was full of people, and as he entered the
hallway he saw them rushing hither and thither, crying
and screaming with alarm. There were men and women
the latter clad for the most part in wrappers, the former in
all stages of dSshainlle. At one siae Jurgis caught a
glimpse of a big apartment with plush-covered chairs, and
tables covered with trays and glasses. There were play-
ing-cards scattered all over the floor— one of the tables
had been upset, and bottles of wine were rolling about,
their contents running out upon the carpet. There was a
BU THE JUNGLE
young girl who had feinted, and two men who were m^
porting her; and there were a dozen others crowding
toward the front-door*
Suddenly, howevert there came a series of resounding
blows upon it, causing the crowd to giye back. At the
same instant a stout woman, with painted cheeks and dia-
monds in her ears, came running down the stairs, panting
breathlessly : *^ To the rear t Quick I **
She led the way to a back staircase, Jurgis following;
in the kitchen she pressed a spring, and a cupboard gave
way and opened, disclosing a dark passageway. ** Go m I **
she cried to the crowd, wnich now amounted to twenty or
thirty, and they began to pass through* Scarcely had the
last one disappeared, howeyer, before there were cries from
in front, ana then the panicHStricken throng poured out
again, exclaiming : ^^ They're there too I We^ trapped I ^
*^ Upstairs I '* cried the woman, and there was another
rush of the mob, women and men cursing and screaming
and fighting to be first. One flight, two, mree — and then
there was a ladder to the roof, with a crowd packed at the
foot of it, and one man at the top, straining and struggling
to lift the trap-door. It was not to be stirred, howeyer,
and when the woman shouted up to unhook it, he answered:
*^ It's already unhooked. There^s somebody sitting on it I "*
And a moment later came a yoice from downstairs:
^ Ton might as well quit, you people. We mean busincni,
this time.
So the crowd subsided ; and a few moments later seyeraJ
policemen came up, staring here and there, and leering ai
their yictims. Of the lattor the men were for the most
part frightened and sheepish-looking* The women took it
as a joke, as if they were used to it— though if they had
been pale, one could not haye told, for the paint on their
cheeks. One Uack-eyed youn? girl perchea herself upon
the top of the balustrade, and oegan to kick with her slip-
pered foot at the helmets of the policemen, until one oi
them caught her by the ankle and pulled her down. Ote
the floor below four or flye other ^Is sat upon trunks in
the hall, making fun of the {UNXsesaion which filed by them
THB JUNGLE 84B
Thi&r were noisy and hilarious, and had eyidentl]^ been
drinking; one of tiiem, who wore a bright red lamono^
diouted and screamed in a yoice that drowned out all the
other sounds in the hall — and JurgLs took a glance at hex^
and then gave a start, and a cnr, ** Marija I **
She heard him, and fflanced around ; then she shrank
back and half sprang to her feet in amazement, ^ Jurgis I ^
Ae gasped.
For a second or two they stood staring at each othe&
*How did you come here? Marija exclaimed.
^I came to see joUf^ he answered.
••When?**
••Justnow,**
••But how did you know— who told you I was here?**
^ Alena Jasaityte. I met her on the street.**
Again there was a silence, while they eazed at each other,
rhe rest of the crowd was watching them, and so Marija
got up and came closer to him. ••And youf Juigis
asked. ••Ton live here?"
•• Yes,** said Marija, •• I live here.**
Then suddenly came a hail from below: ••Oet your
dothes on now, girls, and come along. You*d best begin«
or youll be sorry — it*s raining outside.**
•• Br-r-r I ** shivered some one, and the women got up and
entered the various doors which lined the hallwav.
••Come,** said Marija, and took Jurgis into her room,
which was a tiny place about eight by six, with a cot and
a chair and a diessingnstand and some dresses hanging be*
kind the door. There were clothes scattered about on the
floor, and hopeless confusion everywhere,— boxes of rouge
and bottles of perfume mixed witn hats and soiled disher
en the dresser, and a pair of slippers and a dock and a
whiskey bottle on a chair.
Marija had nothing on but a kimono and a pair of stock*
fags ; yet she proceeded to dress before Jurgis, and witk^
aut even taking the trouble to dose the door. He had by
tfus time divined what sort of a nlace he was in; and m
had seen a great deal of the worla since he had left home,
and was not easy to shock— and yet it gave him a painful
23
84fr THE JXTNGLB
ttftrt that Mftrija should do this* They had always beea
decent people at home, and it seemed to him that the mem*
017 of old times ou^ht to haye ruled her* But then he
laughed at himself for a f ooL What was he, to be pre-
tending to decency t
^ How long haye you been liying here 7 ^ he asked*
^ Nearly a year,** she answered*
•* Why did jrou come ?'*
^I had to hye,** she sidd; ^and I couldn't see the chil*
dren stanre***
He paused for a moment, watching her. **Yoa were
out of work? '* he asked, finally*
*^I got sick,** she replied, ^and after that I had do
money. And then Stanisloyas died — **
^ Stanisloyas dead I *'
^ Yes,** said Marija, ^ I f oigoL Tou didn*t know about
It***
•'Howdidhedie?*'
^ Rats killed him,** she answered*
Jurgis gaye a gasp. ^^ JBote killed him I **
^ Yes,** said the other; she was bending oyer, lacing her
shoes as she spoke* ^^ He was working in an oil tactoij^
at least he was hiied by the men to get their beer. He
used to carry cans on a long pole ; and he*d drink a little
out of each can, and one day he drank too much, and fell
asleep in a comer, and got locked up in the place all night
When they found him the rats had killed him and eatei
him nearly all up***
Jurgis sat, frozen with horror. Marija went on laoiDg
ap her shoes. There was a long silence*
Suddenly a bi^ policeman came to the doon ^ Hurxy
op, there,'* he said.
^ As quick as I can,** said Marija, and she stood up and
began putting on her corsets with feyerish haste.
^ Are the rest of the people aliye ? ** asked Juzgis* finally*
«* Yes,** she said.
••Where are they?**
^ They liye not far from here. They're all right
^ They are working ? ** he inquired.
THE JUNGLE 847
** Ekbieta k,'* said Marija, ^ when she oan. I take care
of them most of the time — I'm making plenty of money
now."
Jurgis was silent for a moment. ^* Do they know you
live here — how you live ? " he asked.
«« Elzbieta knows," answered Marija. ^' I couldn't lie to
her. And maybe the children have found out by this
time. It's nothing to be ashamed of — we can't help
^^ And Tamoszius ? " he asked. *^ Does he know ? "
Marija shrugged her shoulders. ^^How do I know?"
she said. ^^ I haven't seen him for over a year. He got
blood-poisoning and lost one finger, and couldn't play the
violin any more ; and then he went away."
Marija was standing in front of the glass fastening her
dress. Jurgis sat staring at her. He could hardly believe
that she was the same woman he had known in the old
days J she was so quiet — so hard! It struck fear to his
heart to watch her.
Then suddenly she gave a glance at him. ** You look
as if you had been having a rough time of it yourself/*
she said.
**I have," he answered. ^'I haven't a cent in my
pockets, and nothing to do."
" Where have you been? "
^ All over. I ve been hoboing it. Then I went back
to the yards — just before the strike." He paused for a
moment, hesitating. ^^ I asked for you," he added. ** I
found you had gone away, no one knew where. Perhaps
Jou think I did you a dirty trick, running away as I did,
lari ja — "
" No," she answered, " I don't blame you. We never
have — any of us. You did your best — the job was too
much for us." She paused a moment, then added : *^ We
were too ignorant — that was the trouble. We didn't
stand any chance. If I'd known what I know now
we'd have won out."
** You'd have come here?" said Jurgis.
*^ Yes," she answered ; ^* but that's not what 1 meant
848 THE JUNGLE
I meant you — how differentlj you would hare behayed**
about Ona."
Jurgis was silent ; he had never thought of that aspect
of it.
^^ When people are starving,'* the other continued, ^ and
they have anything with a price, they ought to sell it, I
say. I guess you realize it now when it's too late. Ona
could have taken care of us all, in the beginning." Marija
spoke without emotion, as one who hM come to regud
things from the business point of view.
'^1 — yes, I guess so, Jur^ris answered hesitatingly.
He did not add that he had paid three hundred dollars, and
a foreman's job, for the satisfaction of knocking down
*^ Phil " Connor a second time.
The policeman came to the door again just then. ^^ Coma
on, now," he said. " Lively I "
^^ All right," said Marija, reachine for her hat, which was
big enough to be a drum-major's, ana full of ostrich feathers.
She went out into the hall and Jurgis followed, the police-
man remaining to look under the bed and behind the door.
«^ What's going to come of this ? " Jurgis asked, as they
started down the steps.
*^ The raid, you mean ? Oh, nothing — it happens to us
every now ana then« The madame's naving some sort of
time with the police ; I don't know what it is, but mavbe
they'll come to terms before morning. Anyhow, they
won't do anything to you. They always let the men off.
^ Mavbe so," he responded, *^ but not me — Fm afraid
Fm in for it."
" How do you mean ? "
^ I'm wanted by the police," he said, lowering his voice,
though of course their conversation was in Lithuanian.
^ They'll send me up for a year or two, Fm afraid."
'«HfeUI " said Marija. ''That's too bad. FU see if I
can't get you off."
Downstairs, where the greater part of the prisoners were
now massed, she sought out the stout personaee with the
diamond earrings, and had a few whispered words with her.
The latter then approached the police sergeant who was in
THE JUNGLE 849
charge of the raid. ^ Billj/' she said, pointing to Jurgis,
*^ there's a fellow who came in to see his sister. He'd just
fot in the door when jou Knocked. Ton aren't taking
oboes, are you?"
The sergeant laughed as he looked at Jurgis. ^^ Sorry/'
he said, ^^ out the orders are every one but the servants."
So Jurris slunk in among the rest of the men, who kept
dodging hehind each other like sheep tiiat have smelt
a wolf. There were old men and young men, college boys
and gray beards old enough to be uieir grandfathers; some
of them wore evening-dress — there was no one among
them save Jurgis who showed any signs of poverty.
When the round-up was completed, the doors were
opened and the party marched out. Three patrol-wagons
were drawn up at the curb, and the whole neio^hbornood
had turned out to see the sport ; there was mucn chafBng,
and a universal craning of necks. The women stared
about them with defiant eves, or lauc^hed and joked, while
the men kept their heads bowed, and their hats pulled over
their faces. They were crowded into the patrol-wagons as
if into street-cars, and then off they went amid a din of
cheers. At the station-house Jurjods gave a Polish name
and was put into a cell with haS a dozen others; and
while these sat and talked in whispers, he lay down in a
comer and gave himself up to his thoughts.
Jurgis had looked into the deepest reaches of the social
Eit, and grown used to the sights in them. Tet when
e had thought of all humanity as vile and hideous, he had
somehow always excepted his own family, that he had
loved; and now this sudden horrible discovery — Marija
a whore, and Elzbieta and the children living off her
shame I Jurgis might argue with himself all he chose, tiiat
he had done worse, and was a fool for caring — but still
he could not eet over the shock of that sudden un-
veiling, he coula not help being sunk in grief because of it.
The depths of him were trouoled and shaken, memories
were stirred in him that had been sleeping so long he had
counted them dead. Memories of the old life — his old
hopes and his old yearnings, his old dreams of decency and
880 THE JUNGLE
independence I He saw Ona again, lie heard her gentle
voice pleading with him. He saw little Antanas, whom
he had meant to make a man. He saw his tremhling old
father, who had blessed them all with his wonderful love.
He Uyed again through that day of horror when he had
discovered Ona's shame — Grod, now he had suffered, what
a madman he had been I How dreadful it had all seemed
to him ; and now, to-day, he had sat and listened, and half
agreed when Marija told him he had been a fool I Tes —
told him that he ought to have sold his wife's honor and
lived by it I — And then there was Stanislovas and his
awful fate — that brief story which Marija had narrated so
calmly, with such dull indifference I The poor little fellow,
with bis frost-bitten fingers and his terror of the snow —
his wailing voice rang in Jurg^'s ears, as he lay there in
the darkness, until the sweat started on his forehead. Now
and then he would quiver with a sudden spasm of horror,
at the picture of little Stanislovas shut up in the deserted
building and fighting for his life with the rats I
All these emotions had become strangers to the soul of
Jurgis ; it was so long since they had troubled him that ht
had ceased to think they might ever trouble him again.
Helpless, trapped, as he was, ^niat good did they do him-^
why should he ever have allowed them to torment himf
It had been the task of his recent life to fight them down,
to crush them out of him ; never in his life would he havft
suffered from them again, save that they had caught hixa
unawares, and overwhelmed him before he could protect
himself. He heard the old voices of his soul, he saw it»
old ghosts beckoning to him, stretching out their arms td
him f But they were far-off and shadowy, and the
between them was black and bottomless ; they would
away into the mists of the past once mere. Their voices
would die, and never again would he hear them — and se
the last faint spark of manhood in his soul would flickei
9Ut.
CHAPTER XXVm
After breakfast Jurgis was driven to the court, which
fts crowded with the prisoneis and those who had come
^ut of cariosity or in the hope of recognizing one of the
men and getting a case for blackmail, llie men were called
mp first, and reprimanded in a bunch, and then dismissed ;
but Jurgis, to his terror, was called separately, as being a
Mspicious-looking case. It was in this very same court
that he had been tried, that time when his sentence had
been ** suspended " ; it was the same judge, and the same
derk. The latter now stared at Jurgis, as if he half thought
that he knew him ; but the judge had no suspicions — just
then his thoughts were upon a telephone message he was
aKpecting from a friend of the police captain of the dis-
trict, teUmc^ what disposition he should make of the case
•f ^ Polly Simpon, as the *^ madame " of the house was
known. Me^time, he listened to the story of how Jurgis
had been looking for his sister, and advised him dryly to
keep his sister in a better place ; then he let him go, and
proceeded to fine each of the girls five dollars, which fines
were paid in a bunch from a wad of bills which Madame
Polly extracted from her stocking.
Jurgis waited outside and walked home with Marija.
The police had left the house, and already there were a few
visitors; by evening the place would dq running arain,
ezactlv as if nothing had happened. Meantime, Marija
took Jurgis upstairs to her room, and they sat and talked.
By davlifi^ht, Jurgis was able to observe that the color on
her cheeKS was not the old natural one of abounding
health ; her complexion was in reality a parchment yellow,
and there were mack rings under her eyes.
** Have you been sick ? " he asked.
Ml
S62 THE JUNGLE
""Sick?'' she said. «'HeUI" (Marija had learned to
scatter her oonyersation with as many oaths as a lonffdior^
man or a mule driver.) ^^ How can I ever be anything bat
sick, at this life ? *'
She fell silent for a moment, staring.ahead of her gloom-
ily. ^* It's morphine," she said, at last. ^* I seem to take
more of it every day."
"^ What's that for? " he asked.
^ It's the way of it ; I don't know why. If it isn't that,
it's diink. If tbe girls didn't booze they couldn't stand it
any time at all. And the madame always gives them dope
when they first come, and they learn to Uke it ; or else thej
take it for headaches and such things, and get the habit
that wa^. I've eot it, I know ; I've tried to quit, but I
never will while I'm here."
^ How long are vou goin^ to stay? " he asked.
** I don't know," she said. ^* Always, I guess. What
else could I do?"
** Don't vou save any money ? " .
^ Save I said Marija. ^^ Good Lord, no I I get enough,
I suppose, but it all goes. I get a half share, two dollan
and a half for each customer, and sometimes I make twenty-
five or thirtv dollars a night, and you'd think I ought to
save something out of that I But then I am charged for
my room and my meals — and such prices as you never
heard of ; and then for extras, and drinKs — for eveiything
I get, and some I don't. Mv laundry bill is nearly twenty
dollars each week alone — think of that I Yet wnat can I
do ? I either have to stand it or quit, and it would be the
same anywhere else. It's all I can do to save the fifteei
dollars I give Elzfaieta each week, so the children can go to
school."
Marija sat brooding in silence for a while ; then, seeing
that Jurgis was interested, she went on : ^^ That's tiie way
they keep the girls — they let them run up debts, so they
can t fi^t away. A young girl comes from abroad, and she
doesn^ know a wora of English, and she gets into a place
like this, and when she wants to m the madame shows her
that she is a couple of hundred dollars in debt, and takes
THE JITNGLB 358
aD her clothes away, and threatens to have her arrested If
Ae doesn't stay and do as she's told. So she stays, and
die longer she stays, the more in debt she gets. Often,
too, they are girls that didn't know what they were coming
to, that had mred out for housework. Did you notice that
little French girl with the yellow hair^ that stood next to
me in the court ?^
Jurffis answered in the aflSrmatiye.
^ WeU, she came to America about a year ago. She
was a store^erk, and she hired herself to a man to be sent
here te work in a factory. There were six of them, all to*
gether, and they were Drought to a house just down the
street from here, and this girl was put into a room alone,
and they gave her some dope in her food, and when she
oame to she found that she nad been ruined. She cried,
and screamed, and tore her hair, but she had nothing but a
wrapper, and couldn't get away,and they kept her hall insen*
nUe with drugs all the time, until she gave up. She
never got outside of that place for ten months, and then
they sent her away, because she didn't suiL I guess they'll
put her out of here, too — she's getting to have crazy nt8»
from drinking absinthe. Only one of the girls that came
out with her got away, and she jumped out of a second*
story window one night. There was a great fuss about
that— -maybe you heturd of it.**
"^I did," said Jurgis, **! heard of it afterward." (It
fcad happened in the place where he and Duane had taken
refuge from their ^ countiy customer.** The girl had be*
come insane, fortunately for the police.)
^ There's lots of money in it," said Marija — ^ they get as
much as forty dollars a head for girls, and they bring them
from all oyer. There are seyenteen in this place, and nine
different countries among them. In some places you might
find eyen more. We have half a dozen French girls — I
suppose it's because the madame speaks the language.
French girls are bad, too, the worst of all, except for we
Japanese. There's a place next door that's full of Japanese
women, but I wouldn t liye in the same house with one of
them."
354 THE JUNGLE
Marija paused for a moment or two, and then ahi
added: ^^Most of the women here are prettr decent--
yon'd be surprised. I used to think they did it becansi
they liked to ; but fancy a woman selling heiself to every
kind of man that comes, old or young, olack or white -«
and doing it because she likes to I '*
^ Some of them say they do,'* said Jurgis*
^ I know,*' said she ; ^* they say anythmg. They're b\
and they know they can't get out. But they didn't like h
when they began — you'd find out — it's always misexyt
There's a little Jewish girl here who used to run errandi
for a milliner, and got sick and lost her place ; and she
was four days on the streets without a moulhfid of f oocL
and then she went to a place just around the comer and
offered herself, and they maae her give up her clothes
before they would give ner a bite to eat I "
Marija sat for a minute or two, brooding nombrely.
^Tell me about yourself, Jurgis," she said, suddenly.
••Where have you been?"
So he told her the loujp^ story of his adventures since his
flight from home ; his life as a tramp, and his work in tin
freight tunnels, and the accident; and then of Jack Duane*
and of his political career in the stockyards, and his down-
fall and subsequent failures. Marija listened with sym-
pathy ; it was easy to believe the tale of his late starvationy
tor ms &ce showed it alL ^ Tou found me just in the
nick of time," she said. ^ I'll stand by you — FU hdp yo«
till you can get some work."
••I don't WLB to let you — "he began.
•* Why not? Because Tm here? '^
^ No, not that," he said. *^ But I went off and left yon — ^
••Nonsense I" said Marija. ••Don't think about it. I
don't blame you."
••You must be hungry," she said, after a minute or
two. •• Tou stay here to lunch — I'll have something «p
in the room."
She pressed a button, and a colored woman came to the
door and took her order. •• It's nice to have somebody te
wait on you," she observedt with a laugh, as die lay Irnxk
aa the bed.
THE JUKOLB MB
Am ih« prison breakfast had not been liberal, Jurgis had
a good appetite, and they had a little feast together, talk-
ing meanwhile of Elzbieta and the children and old times.
Shortly before they were through, there came another
colored girl, with the message that the ** madame ** wanted
Mania— > ^^ Lithuanian Mary," as they called her here.
^ That means you have to go,** she said to Jurgis.
So he got up, and she ^ve him the new address of the
family, a tenement over in the Ghetto district. ^ Tou go
there,** she said. ** They'll be glad to see you.**
But Jur^ stood hesitating.
^ I — I aon*t like to,'* he said. ^ Honest, Marija, why
don*t you just give me a little money and let me look for
work first ? '*
** How do you need money ? ** was her reply. ** All vou
want is something to eat and a place to sleep, isn*t it?
** Yes,*' he said ; ^^ but then I don't like to go there after
I left them — and while I have nothing to do, and while
you — you — '*
^ Gro on I *' said Marija, giving him a push. ^ What are
you talking? — I won't give you money, she added, as she
followed him to the door, ^* l)eoau8e youll drink it up, and
do yourself harm. Here's a quarter for you now, and go
along, and they'll be so glad to have you back, you won't
have time to feel ashamed. (}ood-by I **
So Jurffis went out, and walked down the street to think
it over. He decided that he would first tiy to get work,
and so he put in the rest of the day wandering here and
there among factories and warehouses without success.
Then, when it was nearly dark, he concluded to go home,
and set out ; but he came to a restaurant, and went in and
spent his quarter for a meal ; and when he came out he
<manged his mind «— • the night was pleasant, and he would
deep somewhere outside, and put in the morrow hunting,
and so have one more chance of a job. So he started away
again, when suddenly he chanced to look about him, and
found that he was vralking down the same street and past
the same hall where he had listened to the political speech
tn THE JUNOLB
the night before. There was no red fire and no band non^
but there was a ugn out, announcing a meeting, and a
stream of people pourinfi^ in through the entrance. In a
flash Jurffis had decidea tliat he would chance it once
more, ana sit down and rest while making up his mind
what to do. There was no one taking tickets, so it must
be a free show ftfi^*
He entered. There were no decorations in the hall tUs
time ; but there was a uite a crowd upon the platform, and
idmost every seat in tne place was filled. He took one of
tbe last, feur in the rear, and straightway forgot all about
his surroundings. Would Elzbieta think that he had come
to sponge o£F her, or would she understand that he meant
to get to work again and do his share ? Would she be
decent to him, or would she scold him? If only he could
Et some sort of a job before he went— if that last boss
d only been willing to try himi
— Then suddenly Jurgis looked up. A tremendous roar
bad burst from the throats of the crowd, which by this
time had packed the haU to the very doors. Men and
women were standing up, waving hanuerchiefB, shouting,
yelling. Evidently the speaker had arrived, thought
Jurgis; what fools they were making of themselves!
What were they expecting to get out of it anyhow —
what nad they to do with elections, with governing the
country ? Jursns had been behind the scenes in politics.
He went bacl: to his thoughts, but with one further htit
to reckon with— -tliat he was caught here. The haU was
now filled to the doors $ and after the meeting it would be
too late for him to go home, so he would have to make the
best of it outside, rerhaps it would be better to eo home
in the morning, anyway, for the children would be at
school, and he and Elzbieta could have a quiet explanation.
She always had been a reasonable person $ and he really
did mean to do right. He would manage to persuade her
of it — and besides, Marija was willing, and Marija was
furnishing the money. If EkUeta were ugly, he would
tell her that in so many words.
So Jurgis went on meditating; until finally, when lit
THE JXTNGLE SOT
had been an honr or two in the hall, there began to pre*
pare itself a repetition of the dismaj catastrophe of the
night before. Speaking had been going on all the timet
and the audience was dappine its hands and shoutinsi
thrilling with excitement ; and little bj little the sounaa
were beginning to blur in Jurgb's ears, and his thoughts
were beginning to run together, and his head to wobble
and no£ He caught himseU many times, as usual, and
made desperate resolutions ; but the hall was hot and close*
and his long walk and his dinner were too much for him
-» in the end his head sank forward and he went off again*
And then again some one nudged him, and he sat up
with his old terrified start I He mkd been snoring again,
of course I And now what ? He fixed his eyes ahead of
him, with painful intensity, staring at the platfoi*m as if
nothing else ever had interested him, or ever could inters
est him, all his life. He imagined the angry exclamations,
the hostile glances; he imaged the policeman striding
toward him— reac hing for his neck.— Or was he to have
one more chance? TVere they going to let him idone this
time ? He sat trembling, waiting — »
And then suddenly came a voice in his ear, a woman*8
voice, gentle and sweet, ^ If you would try to listen, com*
rade, perhaps you would be interested.**
Jurgis was more startled by that than he would have
been bv the touch of a poUceman. He still kept his eyes
fixed anead, and did not stir ; but his heart gave a ereat
leap. Comrade I Who was it that called him ^ comrade '' ?
He waited long, long; and at last, when he was sure
that he was no longer watched, he stole a glance out of the
comer of his eves at the woman who sat Mside him. She
was young and beautiful ; she wore fine clothes, and was
what is cflSled a ^ lady.** And she called him ^ comrade ** ^
He turned a little, carefully, so that he could see het
better ; then he began to watch her, fascinated. She had
apparently forgotten all about him, and was lookinjo;
toward the platform. A man was speakinff there — Jums
heard his voice vaguely ; but all his thougnts were for this
woman's face. A feeling of alarm stole over him as be
868 THE JXTNaiil
•tared at her. It made his flesh creep. What was the
matter with her, what could be going on, to affect any one
like that? She sat as one turned to stone, her hands
denched tififhUj in her lap, so tightly that he could see the
cords stanmng out in her wrists. There was a look of
excitement upon her face, of tense effort, as of one strug*
eling mightily, or witnessing a struggle. There was a
mint quivering of her nostrils ; and now and then she
would moisten her lips with feverish haste. Her bosom
rose and fell as she breathed, and her excitement seemed
to mount higher and higher, and then to sink away again,
like a boat tossing upon ocean surges. What was it?
What was the matter? It must be something that the
man was sayine, up there on the platform. Wnat sort of
a man was he r And what sort of a tiling was this, any*
how? — So all at once it occurred to Jurgis to look at
the speaker.
It was like coming suddenly upon some wild sight of
nature, — a mountain forest lashed by a tempest, a ship
tossed about upon a stormy sea. Jurgis had an unpleasant
sensation, a sense of confusion, of oisorder, of wild and
meaningless uproar. The man was tall and gaunt, as
haggard as his auditor himself; a thin black beard cov^
ered half of his face, and one could see only two Uack
hollows where the eyes were. He was speaking rapidly,
in great excitement ; he used many gestures — as he spoke
he moved here and there upon the stage, reaching with
his long arms as if to seize each person in his aumenoe*
His voice was deep, like an organ ; it was some time, how^
ever, before Jur^fis thought of the voice — he was too
much occupied with his eyes to think of what the man was
saying. But suddenly it seemed as if the speaker had begun
pointing straight at him, as if he had singled him out par*
ticularly for ms remarks ; and so Jurgis became suddenly
aware of the voice, trembling, vibrant with emotion, witA
pain and longing, with a burden of things unutterable, not
to be compassea by words. To hear it was to be suddenly
arrested, to be gripped, transfixed.
^Tou listen to tiiese things,** the man was saying, ^ and
THE JUNGLE 359
jon say^ * Tee, they axe tame, but they have been that way
always.* Or you say, * Maybe it will come, but not in
my tune -^ it will not help me.* And so you letum to
your daily round of toU, you go back to be ground up for
K'ofits in the world-wide mill of economic might I To toil
ng hours for another^s advantage ; to live m mean and
squalid homes, to work in dangerous and unhealthful
plaoes ; to wrestle with the spectres of hunger and priya-
tion, to take your chances of accident, disease, and death.
And each day the struggle becomes fiercer, the pace more
cruel ; each day you haye to toil a little harder, and feel
the iron hand of circumstance close upon you a little
tighter* Months pass, years maybe -—and then you come
again ; and again 1 am nere to plead with you, to know if
want and misery have yet done their work with you, if in«
justice and oppression haye yet opened your eyes I I shall
fitill be waiting — there is nothing else that I can do.
There is no wilderness where I can hide from these things,
there is no haven where I can escape them; though I
travel to the ends of the earth, I find the same accursed
system, '— - 1 find that all the fair and noble impulses of
humanity, the dreams of poets and the agonies of martyrs,
are shackled and bound in the service of organized and
nredatoiy Greed t And therefore I cannot rest, I cannot
DO silent; therefore I cast aside comfort and happiness,
health and good repute —and go out into the world and
2f out the piun of my spirit! Therefore I am not to be
enced hv poverty and sickness, not by hatred and oblo-
qujr, by threats and ridicule— not by prison and perse*
oution, if they should come — not by any power that is
upon tiie earth or above the earth, that was, or iE^ or ever
can be created. If I &il to-night, I can only try to-morrow ;
knowing that the fault must be mine — that if once tha
vision of m^ soul were spoken upon earth, if once the
anguish of its defeat were utterea in human speech, it
would break the stoutest barriers of prejudice, it would
shake the most sluggish soul to action I It would abash
the most cynical, it would terrify the most selfish ; and the
voice of mockery would be silenced, and fraud and faLse*
360 THE JXTNGLE
hood would slink back into their dens, and the truth would
stand forth alone I For I speak with the voice of the
millions who are voiceless I Of them that are oppressed
and have no comforter I Of the disinherited of life, for
whom there is no respite and no deliverance, to whom the
world is a prison, a dungeon of torture, a tomb I With
the voice of the little child who toils to-night in a South-
em cotton-mill, staggering with exhaustion, numb with
agony, and knowing no nope but the grave I Of the
mother who sews by candle-Ught in her tenement-garreti
weary and weeping, smitten with the mortal hunger of het
babes I Of the man who lies upon a bed of rags, wrestling
In his last sickness and leaving his loved ones to perish I
Of the young girl who, somewhere at this moment, is walk*
ing the streets of this horrible city, beaten and starving,
and making her choice between the brothel and the lake I
With the voice of those, whoever and wherever they may
be, who are caught beneath the wheels of the juggernaut
of Greed I With the voice of humanity, calling for deliv«
trance I Of the everlasting soul of Man, arising from the
dust; breaking its way out of its prison — rending the
bands of oppression and ignorance — groping its way to
the lightl**^
The speaker paused. There was an instant of silencei
while men cau^t their breaths, and then like a single
sound there came a cry from a thousand people. — Through
tt all Jurgis sat still, motionless and ri^d, his eyes fixed
upon the speaker ; he was trembling, smitten with wondeXi
Suddenly the man raised his hands, and silence fell, and
he began again.
*^ I plead with you,** he said, ** whoever you mav be, pro-
vided that you care about the truth ; but most of all I plead
with workmg-men, with those to whom the evils I portray
are not mere matters of sentiment, to be dallied and tojrec
with, and then perhaps put aside and forgotten— to whoa
they are the grim ana relentless realities of the daily grind,
the chains upon their limbs, the lash upon their backs, the
iron in their souls. To you, workinff>-men ! To you, the
toilers, who have made this land, and have no voice in iti
THE JUNGLB 881
eonndls t To you, whose lot it is to sow that others may
reap, to labor and obey, and ask no more than the wages of
a beast of burden, the food and shelter to keep you alive
from day to day. It is to you that I come with my mes-
sage of salvation, it is to you that I appeal. I know how
much it is to ask of you — I know, for 1 have been in your
Elace, I have lived your life, and there is no man before me
ere to-night who knows it better. I have known what it
is to be a street-waif, a boot-black, living upon a crust of
bread and sleeping in cellar stairways and under empty
wagons. I have £iown what it is to dare and to aspire, to
drcttun mighty dreams and to see them perish — - to see all
the fair flowers of my spirit trampled into the mire bv the
wild beast powers of life. I know what is the price tnat a
working-man pays for knowledge — I have paid for it with
food and sleep, with agony of body and mind, with health,
almost with life itself ; and so, when I come to you with a
story of hope and freedom, with the vision of a new earth
to be created, of a new labor to be dared, I am not sur-
prised that I find you sordid and material, sluggish and in-
credulous. That I do not despair is because I know also
the forces that are driving behmd you — because I know
the raging lash of poverty, the sting of contempt and maa*
tership, * the insolence of office ana tiie spurns.* Because
I feel sure that ii> the crowd that has come to me to-night,
no matter how many may be dull and heedless, no matter
how many may have come out of idle curiosity, or in order
to ridicule — there will be some one man whom pain and
suffering have made desperate, whom some chance visiom
of wrong and horror has startled and shocked into atten*
tion. And to him mv words will come like a sudden flask
of lightning to one who travels in darkness — revealing the
way before him, the perils and the obstacles — solvmg all
problems, making all difficulties clear t The scales will fall
m>m his eyes, the shackles will be torn from his limbs^ — he
will leap up with a cry of thankfulness, he will stride forth a
free man at last I A man delivered from his self -created
elaveryl A man who will never more be trapped — ^whoa
no blandishments wiUcajole^whomno threats willfrigfatenj
w
Mt THK JUKGLS
wlio from to-night on will move forward, and not badkwaidi
who will study and understand, who will gird on his sword
and take his pkoe in the arm^ of his comrades and brothers.
Who will carry the good tidings to others, as I have carried
them to him— *the priceless ^ft of liberty and light that
is neither mine nor nis, bat is the heritage of the sonl of
man I Working-men^ worki^-men — conurades I open yoor
eyes and look about you I You have Uyed so long in the
toil and heat that your senses are dulled, ]^ur souls
are numbed ; but reaUze once in your lives tms world iB
which you dwell — tear off the rags of its customs and
oonventions — behold it as it is, in all its hideous nakednessi
Realize it, realize it/ Realize that out upon the plains d
Manchuria to-ni^ht two hostile armies are facing each othei
— that now, while we are seated here, a miUion humaii
beinps may be hurled at each other^s throats, striving witb
tbe nuy oi maniacs to tear each other to pieces I And this
IB the twentieth century, nineteen hundred years sinee
tbe Prince of Peace was bom on earth I Nineteen hun*
dred years that his words have been preached as divine, and
here two armies of men are rending and tearing each other
Mke the wild beasts of the forest I Philosophers haye
reasoned, prophets have denounced, poets have wept and
nJeaded — and still this hideous Monster roams at large I
We have schools and colleges, newspapers and books ; we
have searched the heavens and the earth, we have weighed
and probed and reasoned-— and all to equip men to deetrof
each other I We call it War, and pass it oy — but do not
put me off with platitudes and conventions*^ come witii
me, come with me — realize it/ See the bodies of men
pierced by bullets, blown into pieces by bursting shells!
Hear the crunching of the bayonet, plunged into human
flesh ; hear the eroans and shrieks of agony, see the fac«8
of men crazed by pain, turned into fiencis by fmxy and
hate I Put your htuid upon that piece of flesh -— it is hot
and quivering — just now it was a part of a man! This
blood is still steamine — it was driven by a human heart!
Almighty Gk)d I and Uiis eoes on — it is systematio, oigan-
ized, premeditated I And we know it, and rearf of it, and
THB JUNGLE MS
Cake it for granted; onr papers tell of it, and the preesee
we not stopped — our churcnes know of it, and do not close
their doors — the people behold it, and do not rise up in
horror and revolution f
** Or perhaps Manchuria is too far away for you — come
home with me then, come here to Chicago. Here in this
city to-night ten thousand women are shut up in foul pens,
and driven by hunger to sell their bodies to live. And
we know it, we make it a jest I And these women are
made in the imaee of your mothers, they may be your
sisters, your daughters ; the child whom you left at home
to-night, whose laughing eyes will ereet you in the morn*
ing — that fate may be waiting for her! To-night in
Chicago there are ten thousand men, homeless and
wretched, willing to work and begging for a chance, yet
starving, and fronting in terror the awful winter cold I
To-night in Chicago there are a hundred thousand children
wearing out their strength and blasting their lives in the
^ort to earn their br6ad I There are a hundred thousand
mothers who are living in misery and squalor, struggling
to earn enough to fera their little ones I There are a
hundred thousand old people, cast off and helpless, waiting
for death to take them from their torments I There are a
million people, men and women and children, who share
the curse of the wage-slave ; who toil every hour they can
stand and see, for just enough to keep them alive ; who are
condemned till the end of their oays to monotony and
weariness, to hunger and misery, to heat and cold, to dirt
and disease, to iraorance and drunkenness and vice I And
then turn over uie page with me, and gaze upon the other
side of the picture. There are a thousand — ten thousand^
maybe — wno are the masters of these slaves, who own
their toil. They do nothing to earn what they receive,
they do not even have to ask for it — it comes to them of
itself, their only care is to dispose of it. They live in
palaces, they riot in luxury and extravagance — such as no
words can describe, as makes the imagination reel and
stagmr, makes the soul grow sick and &unt. They spend
hundreds of dollars far a pair of shoes, a handkerchief, a
•84 THE JUKOLB
garter ; they spend millions for horses and aatomobiles and
yachts, for paJiaoes and banauets, for little shiny stones
with which to deck their bodies. Their life is a contest
among themselyes for supremacy in ostentation and reck-
lessness, in the destroying of useful and necessary things,
in the wasting of the Ibmt and the lives of their fellow-
creatures, the toil and anguish of the nations, the sweat
and tears and blood of the human race I It is all theirs —
it comes to them ; just as all the springs pour into stream-
lets, and the streamlets into rivers, and the rivers into the
ocean — so, automatically and inevitably, all the wealth
of society comes to them. The &rmer tiUs the soil^
the miner digs in the earth, the weaver tends the loom,
the mason carves the stone ; the clever man invents, the
shrewd man directs, the wise man studies, the inspired man
sings — and all the result, the products of the labor of brain
and muscle, are gathered into one stupendous stream and
poured into their laps I The whole of society is in their
grip, the whole labor of the world lies at their mercy —
and like fierce wolves they rend and destroy, like ravening
vultures they devour and tear I The whole power of man-
kind belongs to Uiem, forever and beyond recall — do what
it can, strive as it will, humanity lives for them and dies
for them I They own not merely the labor^of society, they
have bought the governments ; and evervwhere they use
their rapM and stolen power to intrench themselves in
their privileges, to dig wider and deeper the channels
tiirou^ which the river of profits flows to them t — And
you, working-men, working-men I You have been brought
up to it, you plod on like heasts of burden, thinking only
of the day and its pain — yet is there a man among you
who can believe that such a system will continue forever
— is there a man here in this audience to*night so hardened
and debased that he dare rise up before me and say that ha
believes it can continue forever ; that the product of the
labor of society, the means of existence of the human race,
will always bdong to idlers and parasites, to be spent for
the gratification of vanity and lust — to be spent for any
purpose whatever, to be at the disposal of any individuiil
THE JUNQLE 885
whatever — that somehow, somewhen, the labor of
humanity will not belong to humanity, to be used for the
purposes of humanity, to be controlled by the will of
humanity? And if this is ever to be, how is it to be —
what power is there that will bring it about? Will it be
the task of your masters, do you think — will they write
the charter of your liberties? Will they forge you the
•word of your deliyerance, vnH they marshal jou tne army
and lead it to ike fray ? Will their wealth be spent for
the purpose— will they build colleges and churches to
teach you, will they print papers to herald your progress,
and organize political parties to guide and carry on the
struggle ? Can you not see that the task is your task -^
TOUTS to dream, yours to resolye, yours to execute ? That
if eyer it is carried out, it will be in the face of eyery ob-
stacle that wealth and mastership can oppose — in the &ce
of ridicule and slander, of hatred and persecution, of the
bludgeon and the jail? That it will be by the power of
S>ur naked bosoms, opposed to the ra^ of oppression!
y the ffrim and bitter teaching of Umd ana merciless
amictionl By the painful gropings of the untutored mind,
by the feeble stammerings of the uncultured yoice I By
tne sad and lonely hunger of the spirit ; by seeldng and
striving and yearning, t)y heartache and despairing, by
a^ny and sweat of Inood I It will be by money paid for
with hunger, by knowledge stolen from sleep, by tnoughts
communicated under the shadow of the g^ows I It will
be a movement beginning in the far-off past, a thing ob-
scure and unhonored, a ttiing easy to ridicule, easy to do-
ipbe ; a thing unlovely, wearing the aspect of vengeance
and hate -— but to you, the working-man, the wage-slave,
calling with a yoice insistent, imperious — with a voice
that you cannot escape, wherever upon the earth you may
be I With the yoice of all your wrongs, with the voice of
all your desires ; with the voice of your duty and your
hope — of everything in the world that is worth while to
you I The voice of me poor, demanding that poverty shfJl
cease t The yoice of the oppressed, pronouncing the doom
of oppression I The voice of power, wrought out of suffer*
M8 THE JUNGLE
ing — of resolution, crushed out of weakness — of joy and
oourage, born in the bottomless pit of anguish and despair f
The voice of Labor, despised and outraged; a mightr
giant, lyine prostrate — mountainous, colossal, but blindec^
bound, and ignorant of his strength. And now a dr^un
of resistance haunts him, hope mttling with fear; until
suddenly he stirs, and a fetter snaps — and a thrill shoots
through him, to the farthest ends of his huge body, and in
a flash the dream becomes an act I He starts, he uf ts him'
self ; and the bands are shattered, the burdens roll off him ;
he rises — towering, gigantic; he springs to his feet, he
shouts in his new-torn exultation —
And the speaker's voice broke suddenly, with the stress
of his feelings ; he stood with his arms stretched out above
him, and the power of his vision seemed to lift him from
the floor. The audience came to its feet with a yell : men
waved their arms, laughing aloud in their excitement.
And Jurgis was with uiem, he was shouting to tear his
throat ; shoutinc^ because he could not help it, because the
stress of his feeung was more than he could bear. It was
not merely the man's words, the torrent of his eloquence.
It was his presence, it was his voice : a voice with strange
intonations that rang through the chambers of the soul like
the clanging of a bell — t£at gripped the listener like a
mighty hand about his body, that shook him and startled
Ul Jth sadden fright, with a sense of things not of earth,
of mysteries never spoken before,'of presences of awe and
terror! There was an unfolding of vistas before him, a
breaking of the ground beneath him, an upheaving, a stir-
ring, a toembling ; he felt himself suddenlv a mere man no
longer — there were powers vrithin him undreamed of, there
were demon forces contending, age-long wonders struggling
to be born ; and he sat oppressed with pain and joy, while a
tingling stole down into nis finger-tips, and his breath came
hard and fast The sentences oi this man were to Jurgis like
the crashing of thunder in his soul; a flood of emotion sur^d
up in him — all his old hopes and longings, his old gne&
and rages and despairs. All that he had ever felt in his
whole life beemed to come back to him at once, and
I
THE JUiraLB 887
we new emotion^ lutrdlj to be deBoribed. TbAt be should
have suffered siioh oppressiooa and saoh horrors was bad
enongh ; bat that ha should have been ornshed and baatcB
by them, that ha should have sabmitted, and forgotten,
and lived in peace — ah, truly that was a thing not to be
pot into words, a thing not to be borne by a human cre»-
tare, a thing of terror and madness I " What," asks the
prophet, *' is die murder of them that kill the body, to the
murder of them that kill the soal ? " And Jurgis was a
man whose soul had been murdered, who had ceased to
hope and to struegle — who had made terms with degra-
dmon and despair; and now, suddenly, in one awful con-
Tnhdon, the Uack and hideous fiict was made plain to him I
There was a falling in of all the pillars of his soul, the skpr
seemed to split wove him — he stood there, with ha
clenched hands upraised, his eyes bloodshot, and the Teina
standing out purple in his face, roaring in the voice of a
wild beast, frantic, incoherent, maniacu. And when he
oould shout no more he still stood there, gaspiiur, and
whispering hoanely to himself: "By Godl By Goal By
Godl"
Tmi ma bad ffone back to a aeas upon (be {datfonn^
nd Jmgis lealisea tbat his speeob was OTer. Theai^^iiBa
«ODtiiiaed for aeyeial minntea; and then some one started
a Bongi and the crowd took it np^ and the phu)e shook with
it. ^iTffis had never heard it, and he oomd not make oat
the words, but the wQd and wonderful spirit of it seised
«pon him — it was the Ifarseillaise I As stanza after
stanza of it thundered forth, he sat with his hands clasped,
trsmbline in eveiy nerve. He had never been so stined
in his life — it was a miracle that had been wrought in
him. He could not think at all, he was stunned; vet he
knew that in the unAty upheaval that had taken plaoe in
Us soul, a new man had been bom. He had been torn out
ef the jaws of destruction, he had been delivered from the
tfiraldom of despair ; the whole world had been changed
for him— he was free, he was freel Even if he were to
suffer as he had before, even if he were to bee and starve,
nothine would be the same to him ; he would understand
it, and Dear it. Eb would no longer be the sport of ciroum*
stances, he would be a man, with a will and a purpose ; he
would have something to fight for, somethinfl^ to die f or^ if
need be I Here were men who would show him and heb
him ; and he would have friends and allies, he would dww
in the sight of justice, and walk arm in arm with power.
The audience subsided again, and Jnrgis sat badr. The
chairman of the meeting came forward and benn to speak
His voice sounded thin and futile after the o&r's, and to
Jurffis it seemed a profanation. Why should any one else
spefJc, after that miraculous man — why should they not
ill sit in silencef The chairman was explaining tna( r
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THE JUNGLE 8C9
oolleotion would now be taken up to defray the expenses
of the meeting, and for the benefit of the campaign fund ot
die party. Jurgis heard ; but he had not a penny to givOt
and so ms thoughts went elsewhere again*
He kept his eyes fixed on the orator, who sat in an arm-
chair, his head leaning on his hand and his attitude indi
catinp^ exhaustion. But suddenly he stood u^ again, and
Jurns heard the chairman of the meeting sa^ng that the
spefJcer would now answer any questions which the audi*
enoe might care to put to him. The man came f orward«
and some one — a woman — arose and asked about some
J pinion the speaker had expressed concerning Tolstoi,
urgis had never heard of Tolstoi, and did not care any-
thing about him. Why should any one want to ask sack
questions, after an address like that? The thing was not
to talk, but to do ; the thing was to get hold of others and
rouse them, to organize them and prepare for the fight I
But still the £scussion went on, in ordinary conversa*
tional tones, and it brought Jums back to the eyeryday
world. A few minutes ago he hadf elt like seizing the hfuia
of the beautiful lady by his side, and kissing it; he had
felt like flinginff his arms about the neck of the man om
the other side of him. And now he began to realize again
that he was a ^hobo,*' — that he was ragged and dirty,and
•melt bad, and had no place to sleep that nightl
And so, at last, when the meeting broke up, and the
audience started to leaye, poor Jurgis was in an affony of
imcertainty. He had not thought of leaving — he had
thoufl^ht that the vision mast bst forever, ttiat he had
found comrades and brothers. But now he would go out^
and the thing would fade away, and he would never be
able to find it again I He sat in his seat, frightened and
wondering ; but others in the same row wanted to get out,
and so he had to stand up and move along. As he was
swept down the aisle he looked from one person to
another, wistfully ; they were all excitedly discussing the
address — but there was nobody who offered to discuss it
with him. He was near enough to the door to feel the
night air, when desperation aeiMd him« He knew nothing
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at all about that SMeoh he had heard, not eyen Obib name
of the orator; ana he was to go away — no, no, it was
preposterous, he must speak to some one; he must find
that man himself and tell him. He would not despise
him, tramp as he wast
So he stepped into an empty row of seats and watched,
and when the crowd had ttunned out, he started toward
the platform. The speaker was gone; but there was a
stage-door that stood open, with people passing in and
Qxxti and no one on guarcL Jurgis summoned up nis cour-
age and went in, and down a hallway, and to the door of
a room where manj people were crowded. No one paid
any attention to lum, and he pushed in, and in a comer
he saw the man he sought. The orator sat in a chair,
with his shoulders sunk toother and his eyes half closed ;
his face was ghastly pale, iSmost greenish in hue, and one
arm lay limp at his side. A big man with spectacles on
stood near mm, and kept pushing back the crowd, sayine,
^ Stand away a little, please ; can*t you see the comrado
it worn out r **
So Juims stood watching, while five or ten minutdi
Mssed. Now and then the man would look up, and ad-
dress a word or two to those who were near him ; and, at
last, on one of these occasions, his glance rested on Juigis.
There seemed to be a slight hint of inquiry about it, and
a sudden impulse seized the other. He stepped forward.
^I wanted to tluuik you, sir I** he began, m breathless
haste. ^I oould not go away without telling you how
much — how glad I am I heard you. I — I didn't know
anything about it all-^*'
^[^r% man wiUi llie speotades, who had moved away,
tame back at this moment. *^The comrade is too tired
lo talk to any one—'* he began; but the other held up
his hand.
^Wait,** he said. ^He has something to say to me.**
And then he looked into Juigis's face. ^You want to
know more about Socialism? he asked.
Jur^ started. ^I— I — ^ he stammered. ^It it
Bodalismf I didn't know. I want to know about what
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yon spoke of — I want to help. I have been through al
that.'-
** Where do you live ? " asked the other.
** I have no home," said Jurgis, ** I am out of work.**
** You are a foreigner, are you not? '*
** Lithuanian, sir.
The man thought for a moment, and then turned to his
friend. **Who la there, Walters?*' he asked. ** There
"s Ostrinski — but he is a Pole — "
*^ Ostrinski speaks Lithuanian,*' said the other.
^ All right, tnen ; would you mind seeing if he has gone
yet ? •'
The other started away, and the speaker looked at Jup-
gia again. He had deep, black eyes, and a face full of
fentleness and pain. *^You must excuse me, comrade,'*
e said. **I am just tired out — I have spoken every
day for the last month. I will introduce you to some one
who will be able to help you as well as I could — "
The messenger had had to go no further than the door ;
he came back, followed by a man whom he introduced to
Jurgis as ^* Comrade Ostrinski.** Comrade Ostrinski was
a liSle man, scarcely up to Jurgis's shoulder, wizened and
wrinkled, very ugly, and slightly lame. He had on a
(ong-tailed black coa^ worn green at the seams and the
buttonholes ; his eyes must mtve been weak, for he wore
green spectacles, that fi^ave him a grotesque appearance,
ut his hand clasp was hearty, and he spoke in Lithuanian,
which warmed Jurgis to him.
*^You want to know about Socialism?" he said*
^ Surely. Let us go out and take a stroll, where we can
be quiet and talk some.'*
And so Jurgis bade farewell to the master wizard, and
went out. Ostrinski asked where he lived, offering to
walk in that direction; and so he had to explain once
more that he was without a home. At the other's request
he told his story ; how he had come to America, and what
had happened to him in the stockyards, and how his family
had been broken up, and how he had become a wanderer.
So much the little man heard, and then he pressed Jurgis's
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arm tightly. ** Ton have been throngh the mill, com-
rade 1" he said. '* We will make a fighter oat of you I"
Then Ostrinski in torn explained his oiroumstanoee.
He would have asked Jurgis to his home — but he had
only two rooms, and had no bed to offer. He would have
giyen up his own bed, but his wife was ilL Later on,
when he understood that otherwise Jurgis would hsTeto
sleep in a hallway, he offered him his kitchen-floor, a
chance which the other was only too glad to accept
^ Perhaps to-morrow we can do better," said Ostrinski
" We try not to let a comrade starre."
Ostrinski's home was in the Ghetto district^ where he
had two rooms in the basement of a tenement There was
a baby crying as they entered, and he closed the door
leading into the bedroom. He had three young children,
he explained, and a baby had just come. He drew up two
chairs near the kitchen stoTC, adding that Jurgis must ex-
cuse theidisorder of the place,since at such a time one's do-
mestic arrangements were upset Half of the kitchen was
giyen up to a work-bench, which was piled with clothing,
and Ostrinski explained that he was a ** pants-finisher.
He brought great bundles of clothing here to his home^
where he ana his wife worked on them. He made a living
at it, but it was getting harder all the time, because his
eyes were failing. What would come when they gave out
he could not tell ; there had been no saying anything—
a man could barely keep alive by twelve or fourteen hounf
work a day. The finishing of pants did not take much
skill, and anybody could learn it, and so the pay was for-
ever getting less. That was the competitive wase system;
and if Jurgis wanted to understand what Sociaiism was,
it was there he had best be^in. The workers were de-
pendent upon a job to exist from day to day, and so
they bid against each other, and no man could get more
than the lowest man would consent to work for. And
thus the mass of the people were always in a life-and-
death struggle with poverty. That was ** competition,"
so far as it concerned the wage-earner, the man who
had only his labor to sell; to those on top, the exploiters,
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U appeared yery differently, of coarse — there were few
of them, and they could combine and dominate, and
their power would be unbreakable. And so all over the
world two classes were forming, with an nnbridged chasm
between . them, — the capitalist class, with its enormous
fortunes, and the proletariat, bound into slavery by un-
seen chains. The latter were a thousand to one in num-
bers, but they were ignorant and helpless, and they would
remain at the mercy of their exploiters until they were
organized — until they had become *^ class-conscious." It
was a slow and weary process, but it would go on — it
was like the movement of a glacier, once it was started
it could never be stopped. Every Socialist did his share,
and lived upon the vision of the ^^ good time coming," —
when the working-class should go to the polls and seize
the powers of government, and put an end to private prop-
erty in the means of production. No matter how poor a
man was, or how much he suffered, he could never be
really unhappy while he knew of that future ; even if he
did not live to see it himself, his children woidd, and, to a
Socialist, the victory of his class was his victory. A^s^ he
had always the progress to encourage him ; here in cui
cago, for instance, the movement was erowing by leaps
and bounds. Chicago was the industrial centre of the
country, and nowhere else were the unions so strong ; but
their organizations did the workers little good, for the
employers were organized, also ; and so the strikes gener-
ally f aUed, and as last as the unions were broken up the
men were cominfi^ over to the Socialists.
Ostiinski explained the organization of the jparfr, the
machinery by which the proletariat was educatmg itself.
There were " locals " in every hift city and town, and they
were being organized rapidly in tne smaller places ; a local
bad anywhere from six to a thousand members, and there
were fourteen hundred of them in all, with a total of about
twenty-five thousand members, who paid dues to support
the organization. ^^ Local Cook County," as the city or-
ganization was called, had eighty branch locals, and it
alone was spending several t housand dollars in tJie cam'
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paign. It puUiflhed a weekly in English, and one mA ia
Bohemian and German ; also there was a monthly published
in Chicago, and a cooperative publishing house, that issued
a million and a half of Socialist books and pamphlets eveiy
year. All this was the growth of the last few years —
there had been almost nothing of it when Ostrinski first
eame to Chicago.
Ostrinski was a Pole, about fifty years of ace. He had
lived in Silesia, a member of a despised and persecuted
race, and had taken part in the proletarian movement in the
early seventies, when Bismarck, having conquered France,
had turned his policy of blood and iron upon the ^ Inter-
nationaL** Ostrinski himself had twice oeen in {ail, but
he had been young then, and had not cared. He had had
more of his share of the fi^^ht, though, for lust when Sodat
ism had broken idl its barriers and become the great political
force of the empire, he had come to America, ana begun
all over again. In America every one had laufi^hed at the
mere idea of Socialism then — in America all men were
&ee. As if political liberty made wage-slavery any tiie
more tolerable t said Ostrinski.
The little tailor sat tilted back in his stiff kitchen-chair,
with his feet stretched out upon the empty stove, and
speaking in low whispers, so as not to waken those in the
next room. To Jurgis he seemed a scarcely less wonder*
ful person than the speaker at the meeting ; he was poor,
the lowest of the low, huneer-driven and miserable — and
yet how much he knew, now much he had dared and
achieved, what a hero he had been I There were others
like him, too — thousands like him, and all of them work*
ing-men t That all this wonderful machinery of proereas
hM been created by his fellows — Jurgis could not beuevo
it, it seemed too good to be true.
That was always the way, said Ostrinski; when a
man was first converted to Socialism he was like a orasy
person, — he could not understand how others could fail to
see it, and he expected to convert all the world the fiisl
week. After a while he would realize how hard a task it
was ; and then it would be fortunate that other new bands
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kept coming, to saye him from settUng down into a mti
Just now Juigis would haye plenty ot chance to vent his
excitement, for a presidential campaigp was on, and eveiy*
body was talking politics. Ostnnski would take him to
the next meeting of the branch-local, and introduce him«
and he might join the party. The dues were five cents a
week, but any one who could not afford this might be ex«
oused from paying. The Socialist party was a really demo-
cratic political organization— it was controlled absolutely
by its own membership, and had no bosses. All of these
inings Ostiinski explained, as also the principles of the
party. Tou might say that there was really but one
Socialist principle — - that of ^ no compromise,** which waa
the essence of the proletarian moTcment all over the
world* When a Socialist was elected to office he voted
with old party legislators for any measure that was likely
to be of nelp to the working^lass, but he never forgot
that these concessions, whatever they might be, were
trifles compared with the great purpose, — - tneorg^iizing
of the worfeng-cla ss for th e levpfu^ra. So far, the rule in
America hadoeen that one Socialist made another Socialist
once every two years ; and if they should maintain the
same rate they would carry the country in 1912 — though
not all of them expected to succeed as quickly as that.
The Socialists were organized in every civUized nation ;
it v^as an international political party, said Ostrinski, the
greatest the world had ever known. It numbered thirty
millions of adherents, and it cast eight million votes, it
had started its first newspaper in Japan, and elected its first
deputy in Argentina ; in France it named members of cab»
inets, and in Italy and Australia it held the balance of
power and turned out ministries. In Germany, where its
vote was more than a third of the total vote of the empiret
all other parties and powers had united to fight it. It
would not do. Ostrinski explained, for the proletariat ol
one nation to achieve the victory for that nation would be
crushed by the military power of the others; and so the
Socialist movement was a world movement,an organization
of all mankind to aAM)lish lib«grty and f raterni^. It was
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the new religion of humanity— -or you might say it was
the fulfilment of the old religion, since it implied but the
literal application of all the teachings of Christ.
Until long after midnight Jurgis sat lost in the oonver-
sation of his new acquaintance. It was a most wonderful
#xperieAce to him — an almost supernatural experience.
It was like encountering an inhabitant of the f ourtn dimen-
sion of space, a being who was free from all one's own
limitations. For four years, now, Jurgis had been wander-
ing and blundering in the depths of a wilderness; and here,
suddenly, a hand reached down and seized him, and lifted
him out of it, and set him upon a mountain-top, from
which he could survey it all, — could see the paths from
which he had wandered, the morasses into which he had
stumbled, the hidinff-places of the beasts of prey that had
fallen upon him. There were his Packingtown experi-
ences, for instance— what was there about Packingtown
that Ostrinski could not explaini ^ To Jurgis the packers
had been equivalent to fate ; Ostrinski showed him that
tbe^ were the Beef Trust. They were a gigantic combi-
nation of capital, which had crushed all opposition, and
overthrown the laws of the land, and was preying upon the
feople. Jurgis recollected how, when he nad first come to
ackingtown, he had stood and watched the hog-killing,
and thought how cruel and savage it was, and come away
congratulating himself that he was not a hog; now his new
I acquaintance showed him that a hog was just what be had
J been — one of the packers' hogs. What they wanted from
^ a hog was all the profits that could be got out of him; and
that was what they wanted from the worKing-man,and also
that was what they wanted from the public. What the hog
thought of it, and what he suffered, were not considered
and no more was it with labor, and no more with the pur-
chaser of meat That was true everywhere in the world,
but it was especially true in Packingtown; there seemed
to be something about the work of slaughtering that tended
to ruthlessness and ferocity — it was literally the fact that
in the methods of the packers a hundred human lives did
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not balance a penny of profit. When Jnrgis had made
himself familiar with the Socialist literatore, as he would
yerj quickly, he would get glimpses of the Beef Trust
from £ul sorts of aspects, and he would find it eveiywhere
the same; it was the incarnation of blind and insensate
Greed. It was a monster devouring with a thousand
mouths, trampling with a thousand hoofs; it was the
Great Butcher — it was the spirit of Capitalism made flesh.
Upon the ocean of commerce it sailed as a pirate ship ; it
ha!l hoisted the black flag and declared war upon civiliza-
tioa Bribeiy and corruption were its everyday methods.
In Chicago the city government was simply one of its
branch-omces ; it stole billions of gallons of city water
openly, it dictated to the courts the sentences of disorderly
strikers, it forbade the mayor to enforce the building laws
against it. In the national capital it had power to prevent
inspection of its product, and to falsify government
reports ; it violated the rebate laws, and when an investi-
gation was threatened it burned its books and sent its
criminal agents out of the country. In the commercial
world it was a Juggernaut car ; it wiped out thousands of
businesses every year, it drove men to madness and suicide.
It had forced the price of cattle so low as to destroy the
stock-raising hidustry, an occupation upon which whole
states existed; it had ruined thousands of butchers who
had refused to handle its products. It divided the coun-
try into districts, and fixed the price of meat in all of
them ; and it owned all the refrigerator cars, and levied an
enormous tribute upon all poultiy and eggs and fruit and
vegetables. With the mmions of dollars a week that
poured in upon it, it was reaching out for the control of
other interests, railroads and trolley lines, gas and electric
lieht franchises — it already owned the feather and the
^in business of the counUy. The people were tremen.
aously stirred up over its encroachments, out nobody had
any remedy to suggest; it was the task of Socialists to
teach and organize them, and prepare them for the time /
when they were to seize the huge machine called the Bee^ I
Trust, and use it to pcoduoe food for human beings an^ '
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not to heap up fortanes for a band of pirates.— It was
long after midnight when Jorgis lay down npon the floor of
Ostrinski's kitchen ; and yet it was an hour before he could
get to sleep, for the glory of that joytui vision of the
people of Packingtown marching in and taking poflseeiiaD
of tae Union StockyanisI
^
CHAPTER XXX
J'UBOis had breakfast with Ostrinski and hia family, and
then he went home to Elzbieta. He was no longer shj
about it — when he want in, instead of eaying all the things
he had been planning to say, he started to t«ll Elzhleta
about the levolntion I At first she thought he was out of
his mind, and it was hours before she could really feel
oertun that he was himself. When, however, she had
satisfied herself that be was sane upon all subjects except
politics, she troubled herself no further about it. Jui^na
was destined to find that Elzbiflta*s armor was absolntolv
impervious to Socialism. Her soul had been baked hard in
the fire of adversity, and there was no altering it now ;
life to her was the hunt for daily bread, and ideas existed
for her only as they bore apon that. All that interested
her in regard to this new frenzy which had seized hold of
her son-in-law was whether or not it had a tendenov to
make him sober and industrioos ; and when she found he
intended to look for work and to contribute his share to the
family fund, she gave him full rein to convince her of any>
thing. A wonderfullr wise litt'c woman was Elzbieta]
■he could think as quickly as a hunted rabbit, and in half
an hour she bad cnoeen her life-attitude to the Socialist
movement She agreed in everything with Jurg^ except
the need of his paymg his dues ; and she would even go to
• meeting with nim now and tiien, and sit and plan her
next day s dinner amid the storm.
For a week after he became a couvert Jurgis continued
to wander about all day, looking for work ; ontil at last
be met with, a strange fortune. He was passing one ol
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Chicago^s innamerable small hotels, and after some hesitai
tion he concluded to go in. A man he took for the pro-
prietor was standing in the lobby, and he went up to mm
and tackled him for a job.
'* What can you do ? '* the man asked.
** Anything, sir," said Jurgis, and added quickly : " Fye
heen out of work for a long time, sir. Fm an honest man,
and I'm strong and willing -4 '*
The other was eying him narrowly. *^Do jrou drink?**
he asked.
" No, sir," said Jurgis.
^ Well, I've been employing a man as a porter, and he
drinks. IVe dischai^d him seven times now, and IVe
about made up my mind that's enough. Would you be a
porter?"
" Yes, sir."
*^ It's hard work. You'll have to clean floors and wash
spittoons and fill lamps and handle trunks — "
** I'm willing, sir."
^ All right. I'll pay you thirty a month and board, and
you can begin now, if you feel like it. You can put on the
other fellow's rig."
And so Jurgis fell to work, and toiled like a Trojan till
night. Then he went and told Elzbieta, and also, late as
it was, he paid a visit to Ostrinski to let him know of his
good fortune. Here he received a great surprise, for when
he was describing the location of the hotel tbtrinski inter-
rupted suddenly, ^^ Not Hinds's I "
^ Yes," said Jureis, *^ that's the name."
To which the ower rephed, ^^ Then you've got the best
boss in Chicago — he's a state organizer of our party, and
one of our best-known speakers !
So the next morning Jurgis went to his employer and
told him ; and the man seized him by the hand and shook
IV. *^By Jove I" he cried, ^Hhat lets me out. I didn't
sleep all last night because I had discharged a good Social-
So, after that, Jurgis was knovm to his oboes'* as ^Com-
rade Jurgis," and in return he was expected to call hini
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** Comrade Hinds.** ^ Tommy *' Hiiids, as he was known to
his intimates, was a squat little man, with broad shoulders
and a florid face, decorated with gray side-whiskers. He
was the kindest-hearted man that ever lived, and the
liveliest — inexhaustible in his enthusiasm, and talking
Socialism all day and all night. He was a great fellow to
jolly along a crowd, and would keep a meeting in an
uproar ; when once he got really waked up, the torrent
of his eloquence could be compared with nothing save
Ni^^ara.
Tommy Hinds had begun life as a blacksmith's helper,
and had run away to join the Union army, where he had
made his first acquaintance with ** graft," in the shape of
rotten muskets and shoddy blankets. To a musket that
broke in a crisis he always attributed the death of his only
brother, and upon worthless blankets he blamed all the
agonies of his own old aee. Whenever it rained, the
rneumatism would get into his joints, and then he would
screw up his face and mutter: ^^ Capitalism, my boy, Capi-
talism I ^JEcrasez VlmfdmeT^ He had one unfailing
remedy for all the evils of this world, and he preached it
to every one ; no matter whether the person's trouble was
failure in business, or djrspepsia, or a quarrelsome mother*
in-law, a twinkle would come into his eyes and he would
say, ^ You know what to do about it — vote the Socialist
ticket ! '•
Tommy Hinds had set out upon the trail of the Octopus
as soon as the war was over. He had gone into business,
and found himself in competition with the fortunes of those
who had been stealing while he had been fighting. The
city government was m their hands and the railro^ls were
in league with them, and honest business was driven to the
wall ; and so Hinds had put all his savings into Chicago
real estate, and set out single-handed to dam the river of
graft. He had been a reform member of the city council,
he had been a Greenbacker, a Labor Unionist, a Populist,
a Bryanite — and after thirty years of fighting, the year
1896 had served to convince him that the power of concen-
trated wealth could never be controlled, unt could only be
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destroyed. He had paUished a pamphlet about it, and set
out to organize a party of his own, when a stray Socialist
leaflet had revealed to him that others had been iJiead of
him. Now for eight years he had been fighting for the
party, anywhere, everywhere — whether it was a 6. A. R
reunion, or a hotel-keepers' convention, or an Afro-Ameri-
can business-men's banquet, or a Bible society picnic.
Tommy ELinds would manage to get himself invited to
explain the relations of Socialism to the subject in hand.
After that he would start off upon a tour of his own, end-
ing at some place between New York and Oregon ; and
when he came back from there, he would go out to organize
new locals for the state committee ; and finally he would
come home to rest — and talk Socialism in Chicaga
Hinds's hotel wad a very hot-bed of the propaganda ; all
the employees were party men, and if thev were not when
they came, they were quite certain to be Defore they went
away. The proprietor would get into a discussion with
some one in the lobby, and as the conversation grew ani-
mated, others would gather about to listen, until finally every
one in the place would be crowded into a group, and a
regular debate would be under way. This went on every
night — when Tommy Hinds was not there to do it, his
clerk did it ; and when his clerk was away campaigning, the
assistant attended to it, while Mrs. Hinds sat behind the
desk and did the work. The clerk was an old crony of
the proprietor's, an awkward, raw-boned ciant of a man,
with a lean, sallow face, a broad mouth, and whiskers under
his chin, the very type and body of a prairie farmer. He
had been that all his life — he liad fought the railroads in
Kansas for fifty years, a Graneer,a Farmers' Alliance man,
a ** middle-of-die-road " Popmist. Finally, Tommy Hinds
bad revealed to him the wonderful idea of using the trusts
instead of destroying them, and he had sold his farm and
come to ChicaTO.
That was Amos Struver ; and then there was Harrj
Adams, the assistant clerk, a pale, scholarly-looking man,
who came from Massachusetts, of Pilgrim stock. Adams
had been a cotton operative in Fall River, and the conr
THE JUNGLE S88
tinned depression in the industnr had worn him and his
family ont, and he had emigrated to South Carolina. In
Massachnsetts the percentage of white illiteracy is eight-
tenths of one per cent, while in South Carolina it is
thirteen and six-tenths per cent; also in South Carolina
there is a property qualincation for voters— and for these
and other reasons child4abor is the rule, and so the cotton
mills were driving those of Massachusetts out of the busi-
ness. Adams did not know this, he only knew that the
Southern mills were running ; but when he got there he
found that if he was to live, all his family would have to
work, and from six o'clock at night to six o'clock in the
morning. So he had set to work to organize the mill*
hands, after the fashion in Massachusetts, and had been
dischar^d ; but he had gotten other work, and stuck at it,
and at last there had been a strike for shorter hours, and
Harrv Adams had attempted to address a street meetinet
whicn was the end of him. In the states of the far Souw
the labor of convicts is leased to contractors, and when
there are not convicts enough they have to be supplied.
Harry Adams was sent up by a judge who was a cousin of
the mill-owner with whose business he had interfered; and
though the life had nearly killed him, he had been wise
enough not to murmur, and at the end of his term he and
his familv had left the state of South Carolina — hell's
back yard, as he called it. He had no money for car-fare,
but it was harvest-time, and they walked one day and
worked the next ; and so Adams got at last to Chics^,
and joined the Socialist party. He was a studious man,
reserved, and nothing of an orator ; but he always had a
pile of books under his desk in the hotel, and articles from
nis pen were beginning to attract attention in the party
press.
Contrary to what one"^ would have expected, all this
radicalism did not hurt the hotel business; the radicals
flocked to it, and the commercial travellers all found it
diverting. Of late, also, the hotel Jiad become a favorite
stopping-place for Western cattlemen. Now that the Beef
Trust had adopted the trick of raising prices to induco
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enormotui shipments of cattle, and then dropping them
again and Bcooping in all they needed, a stock-raiser was
very apt to find himself in Chicam without money enough
to pa^ nis freight Ull ; and so he had to go to a cheap hotel,
and it was no drawback to him if there was an agitator
talking in the lobby. These Western fellows were just
*^meat" for Tommy Hinds — he would get a dozen of
them around him and paint little pictures of ^the Sys-
tem/' Of course, it was not a week before he had heard
Jurgis's stoiy, and after that he would not have let his
new porter go for the world. ^* See here,** he would say, in
the middle of an argument, ^* IVe got a fellow right nere
in my place who's worked there and seen every bit of it I "
And then Jurgis would drop his work, whatever it was,
and come, and the other would say, ** Comrade Jurgis, lust
tell these gentlemen what you saw on the killing-beds."
At first this request caused poor Jurgis the most ^ute
agony, and it was like pulling teeth to get him to talk ;
but gradually he found out what was wanted, and in the
end he learned to stand up and speak his piece with enthu-
siasm. His employer would sit by and encourage him with
exclamations and shakes of the head ; when Jur^ would
give the formula for ^^ potted ham," or tell about the
condemned hogs that were dropped into the ^^ destructors "
at the top and immediately taken out again at the bottom, to
be shipped into another state and made into lard. Tommy
Hinds would bang his knee and cry, ^^Do you think a
man could make up a thing like that out of his head ? "
And then the hotel-keeper would go on to show how
the Socialists had the only real remedy for such evils, how
they alone " meant business " with the Beef Trust. And
when, in answer to this, the victim would say that the
whole country was getting stirred up, that the newspapers
were full of denunciations of it, and the government tak-
ing action against it, Tommy Hinds had a knock-out blow
all ready. "Yes," he would say, " all that is true — but
what do you suppose is the reason for it? Are you foolish
enough to believe that it's done for the public? There are
other trusts in the country just as Ulegid and eztortionata
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M the Beef Trust: theie is the CSoal Trust* that freezf^
the poor in winter—- there is the Steel Trust, that doubles
the price of every nail in your shoes -— there is the Oil
Trost, tibat keeps yon from reading at night — and why do
you suppose it ib that all the fury of the press and the
goyemment is directed against the Beef Trust r' And when
to this the victim would reply that there was clamor enough
over the Oil Trust, the other would continue : *^ Ten years
ago Henry D. Llo^d told all the truth about the Standtuxl
Oil Company in his * Wealth versus Commonwealth * ; and
the book was allowed to die, and yon hardly ever heaSr of
it. And now, at last, two magazines have uie courage to
tackle * Standard Oil* again, and what happens? The
newspapers ridicule the authors, the churches defend the
criminals, and the government — does nothing. And now,
why is it all so dif^rent with the Beef Trust ? '*
Here the other would generally admit that he was
^ stuck '' ; and Tommy Hinds would explain to him, and it
was fun to see his eyes open. ** If you were a Socialist,"
the hotel-keeper would say, ** yon would understand that
the power which really goYems the United States to-day
is the Railroad Trust, ft is the Railroad Trust that runF
your state government, wherever you live, and that run
the United States Senate. And all of the trusts that
have named are railroad trusts — save only the Bee.
Trust! The Beef Trust has defied the railroads —- it is
plundering them day by day throufi^h the Private Car ; and
so the public is roused to fury, and the papers clamor for
action, and the government goes on the war-path I And
you poor common people watch and applaud the job, and
think it's all done for you, and never dream tliat it is
really the grand climax of the century-long battle of com«
mercial competition,— * the final death-grapple between the
chiefs of the Beef Trust and * Standard Oil,' for the prize
of the mastery and ownership of the United States of
America I "
Such was the new home in which Jurgis lived and
worked, and in which his education was completed. Per-
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haps yoQ would imagine that he did not do much work
there, but that would be a great mistake. He would have
out off one hand for Tommy Hinds ; and to keep Hinds's
hotel a thing of beauty was nis joy in life. That he had a
score of Socialist arguments chasing through his brain in
the meantime did not interfere with this ; on the contrary,
Jurgis scrubbed the spittoons and polished the baiubsters ui
the more yehemently because at the same time he was
wrestling inwardly with an imaginary recalcitrant. It
would M pleasant to record that he swore off drinking
immediately, and all the rest of his bad habits with it ; but
that would hardly be exact. These reyolutionists were
not angels; they were men, and men who had come up
from the social pit, and with the mire of it smeared oyer
them. Some of them drank, and some of them swore, and
some of them ate pie with their kniyes ; there was only one
difference between them and all the rest of the populace —
that they were men with a hope,^th a cause to fight for
and suffer for. There came times to Jurgis when the yision
seemed far^ff and pale, and a glass of b^r loomed large in
comparison; but if the glass led to another glass, and to toe
many g^lasses, he had something to spur him to remorse and
resolution on the morrow. It was so eyidently a wicked
thing to spend one's pennies for drink, when the workings
class was wandering in darkness, and waiting to be de-
liyered ; the price of a glass of beer would buy fifty copies
of a leaflet, and one could hand these out to the unre^ner-
ate, and then get drunk upon the thought of the good that
was being accomplished. That was the way the moyement
had been made, and it was the only way it would progress ;
it ayailed nothing to know of it, without fighting for it^
it was a thine for all, not for a few I A corollary of this
proposition of course was, that any one who refused to re*
ceiye the new gospel was personally responsible for keep*
ing Jurgis from ms hearth desire ; and this, alas, maoe
him uncomfortable as an acquaintance. He met some
neighbors with whom Elzbieta had made friends in her
neighborhood, and he set out to make Socialists of them
by wholesale, and seyeral times he all bat got into a fighti
THE JTJXGLE 387
ItwuBnsop^nfallyolmoDfl to JaigisT TtwHssoin- /
eomprehensible now a man oonld fail to aee it t Here were I
all die opportunities of the ooontiy, the land, and the boUtt- \
ingB npoQ the land, the railroads, the mines, the factories, \
and the stores, all in the hands of a few private indlTiduals, \
called capitaliste, for whom the people were obliged to
work for wages. The whole balance of what the people
produced went to heap up the fortunes of these capitalists,
to heap, and heap again, and yet ^ain — and that in spite of
the fact that ther* and every one about them, lived in un>
thinkable luxury! And was it not plain that if the people
cat off the share of those who merely "owned," the snare of
those who worked would be much ereater? That was as
plain as two and two makes four; and it was the whole of it,
absolutely the whole of it; and yet there were people who
oould not see it, who would argue about everything else is
the world. They would tell yon that governments ooold
not manage things as economically as private individoala {
ibay would repeat and repeat that, and think tihey were
saying something I They could not see that " economical **
management by masters meant simply that they, the people,
were worked harder and ground closer and paid less'
They were wage-earners and servants, at the mercy of ex-
ploiters whose one thought was to get as much out of them
as possible; and they were taking an interest in the process,
were anxious lest it should not be done thoroughly enough I
Was it not honestly a trial to listen to an argomeat such
as that?
And yet there were things even worse. Toa would
begin talking to some roor devil who had worked in one
shop for the last thirty years, and had never been able to
save a penny; who left home every morning at six o'clock,
to go and tend a machine, and come back at night too tired
to take his clothes off; who had never had a week's vaca-
tion ID his life, had never travelled, never had an adventure,
never le.irQed anything, never hoped anything — ^ and when
you started to tell him about Socialism he would snifE and
say. "I m not interested in that — I'm an indiridoalist 1 "
And th&u be would go on to tell you that Socialism wai
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^^ PatemaliBm,'' and that if it ever had its way the world
would stop progressing. It was enough to make a mule
laugh, to hear arguments like that; and yet it was no
laughing matter, as you found out — for how many mil-
lions of such poor deluded wretches there were, whose lives
had been so stunted by Capitalism that they no longer
knew what freedom wasl And they really thought that it
was *^ IndividualiBm " for tens of thousands of them to herd
together and obey the orders of a steel magnate, and pro-
duce hundreds oi millions of dollars of wealtn for him, and
then let him give them libraries ; while for them to take
the industry, and run it to suit themselves, and build their
own libraries — that would have been " Paternalism " I
Sometimes the a^ony of such things as this was almost more
than Jurgis could bear ; yet there was no way of escape from
it, there was nothing to do but to di^ away at the oase of
this mountain of ignorance and prejudice. I ou must keep
at the poor fellow ; you must hold your temper, and argue
with him, and watch for your chance to stick an idea or two
into his head. And the rest of the time you must sharpen
up your weapons, — ^you must think out new replies to
his objections, and provide yourself with new racts to
prove to him the folly of his ways.
So Jur^s acquired the reading habit. He would carry
in his pod^et a tract or a pamphlet which some one had
loaned him, and whenever he had an idle moment dur-
ing the day he would j^lod through a paragraph, and
then think about it while he worked. Also ne read
the newspapers, and asked questions about them. One of
the other porters at Hinds's was a sharp little Irishman, who
knew everything that Jurgis wanted to know ; and while
they were busy he would explain to him the geography of
America, and its history, its constitution and its laws ; also
he gave him an idea of the business system of the country,
the great railroads and corporations, and who owned them,
and the labor unions, and the big strikes, and the men who
had led them. Then at night, wnen he could get off, Jur-
gis would attend the Socialist meetings. During rhe cam-
paign one was not dependent upon the street-comc^r affairs.
THE JUNGLE 889
where the weather and the quality of the orator were equally
uncertain ; there were hall meetings every night, and one
could hear speakers of national prominence. These dis-
cussed the political situation from every point of view,
and all that troubled Jur^is was the impossibility of carry-
ing off but a small part oi the treasures they offered him.
There was a man who was known in the party as the
^ Little Giant. ^ The Lord had used up so much material
in the making of his head that there had not been enough
to complete bis legs ; but he got about on the platform,
and when he shook his raven whiskers the pillars of Capi-
talism rocked. He had written a veritable encyclopsedia
upon the subject, a book that was nearly as big as himself.
— And then there was a young author, who came from
California, and had been a salmon-fisher, an oyster-pirate,
a longshoreman, a sailor; who had tramped the country
and been sent to jail, had lived in the Wlutechapel slums,
and been to the Klondike in search of gold. All these
things he pictured in his books, and because he was a man
of genius ne forced the world to hear him. Now he was
famous, but wherever he went he still preached the gospel
of the poor. — And then there was one who was Known
as the ^^millionnaire Socialist.'* He had made a fortune in
bu3ine'», and spent nearly all of it in building up a maga-
zine, which the post-office department had tried to suppress,
and had driven to Canada. He was a quiet-mannered man,
whom you would have taken for anything in the world
but a Socialist asdtator. His speech was simple and in-
formal — he could not understand why any one should get
excited about these things. It was a process of economic
evolution, he said, and he exhibited its laws and methods.
Life was a struggle for existence, and the strong overcame
the weak, and in turn were overcome by the strongest.
Those who lost in the struggle were generally exterminated;
but now and then they had been known to save themselves
by combination — wmch was a new and higher kind of
strength. It was so that the gregarious animals had over-
come the predaceous ; it was so, in human history, that
the people had mastered the kings. The workers were
890 THE JUNGLE
simply the citizens of industry, and the Socialist moyement
was the expression of their wiXL to survive. The inevita-
bility of the revolution depended upon this fact, that they
had no choice but to unite or bo exterminated ; this fact,
grim and inexorable, depended upon no human will, it was
uie law of the economic process, of which the editor showed
the details with the most marvellous precision. I
And later on came the evening of the great meeting ot
the campaign, when Juigis heard the two standard-beaxeis
of his party. Ten years before there had been in Chicago
a strike of a hundred and fifty thousand railroad employees,
and thugs had been hired by the railroads to conmiit
violence, and the President of the United States had sent
in troops to break the strike, by flinging the officers of the
union mto jail without trial. The president of the unioD
came out of his cell a ruined man ; but also he C€une out a
Socialist; and now for just ten years he had been travelling
up and down the country, standing face to face with the
people, and pleading with them for justice. He was a man
of electric presence, tall and gaunt, with a face worn thin
by strufi^gle and suffering. The fury of outraged manhood
gleamed in it — and the tears of suffering little children
E leaded in his voice. When he spoke he paced the stajge,
the and eager, like a panther. He leanea over, reaching
out for his audience ; he pointed into their souls with an
insistent finger. His voice was husky from much speaking,
but the CTcat auditorium was as still as death, and eveiy
one heara him.
And then, as Jurgis came out from this meeting, some
one nanded him a paper which he carried home with him
and read; and so he became acquainted with the ** Appeal
to Reason.'* About twelve years previously a Colorado
real-estate speculator had made up his mind that it was
wrong to gamble in the necessities of life of human beings ; !j
and so he had retired and begun the publication of a
Socialist weekly. There had come a time when he had to
set his own type, but he had held on and won out, and now
his publication was an institution. It used a car-load of
paper every week, and the mail-trains would be houis
/s
THE JUNGLE S91
loading npat the depotof the little Kansas town. It was a
four-page weekly, which sold for less than half a cent a
copy ; its regular subscription list was a quarter of a mill-
ion, and it went to eveiy cross-roads D06tK)ffice in America.
The ** Appeal'' was a *^ propamnda " paper. It had a
manner all its own, — it was fuU of ginger and spice, of
Western slang and hustle. It collected news of the doim^
of tiie ^* plutes,'* and served it up for the benefit of the
** American working-mule.'' It would have columns of
the deadly parallel, — the million dollars' worth of diamonds,
or the fancy pet-poodle establishment of a society dame,
beside the &te of Mrs. Murphy of San Francisco, who had
starved to death on the streets, or of John Robinson, just
out of the hospital, who had hanged himself in New York
because he could not find work. It collected the stories
of graft and miseiy from the daily press, and made little
pungent paragraph out of them. *^ Three banks of Bung-
town, South Dakota, failed, and more savings c^ the
workers swallowed up 1 " ** The mayor of Sandy Creek,
Oklahoma, has skipped with a hundred thousand dollars.
That's the kind of rulers the old partyites give you I''
*^ The president of the Florida Flying Machine Company
is in jail for bigamy. He was a prominent opponent of So«
ciaUsm, which he said would break up the nome I " The
"Appeal" had what it called its "Army," about thirty
thousand of the faithful, who did things for it ; and it was
always exhorting the " Army " to keep its dander up, and
occasionally encouraging it with a prize competition, for
anything from a jrold watch to a private yacht or an eighty*
acre &rm. Its office helpers were all known to the " Anny "
by quamt titles— "Inky Ike," "the Bald-headed Man,"
"the Red-headed Girl," "the Bulldog," "the Office
Ooat," and "the One Hoss."
But sometimes, again, the "Appeal" would be desperately
serious. It sent a correspondent to Colorado, and printed
pages describing the overthrow of American institutions
m that state. In a certain city of the countnr it had over
forty of its " Army " in the he^quarters of tne Telegraph
Trust, and no message of importance to Socialists ever
982 SHE JUSGLB
went diroogfa fhst a copy of it did not go to liie^AppeiL*
It would pnnt great broadsides dmiiig the campaign ; one
copy that came to Jmro was a manifesto addzessed to
stnbng working-men, of which neail j a million copies had
been £Btribatea in liie industrial centres, whereTsr the
employers' associations had been canying oat their ^open
shop" program. ^Yoa have lost the strike I" it was
headed. ^ And now what are yon going to do about it?"
It was what is called an ^incendiary" appeal, — it was
written by a man into whose soul the iron had entered.
When this edition appeared, twenty thousand copies weie
sent to the stockyaras district; and they were tt^en out
and stowed away in the rear of a little cigar^tore, and
every eyeninc^, and on Sundays, the members of the Pack*
ingtown locak would get armfuls and distribute them on
the streets and in the houses. The people of Packii^f-
town had lost their strike, if ever a people had, and so
they read these papers gladly, and twenty thousand were
hardly enough to go round. Jurgis had resolved not to
go near his old home again, but vmen he heuxi of this it
was too much for him, and every night for a week he
would get on the car and ride out to the stocl^ards, and
help to undo his work of the previous year, when he had
sent Mike Scully's ten-pin setter to the city Board of
Aldermen.
It was quite marvellous to see what a difference twelve
months had made in Packingtown — the eyes of the people
were getting opened I The Socialists were literally sweep-
ing everything before them that election, and Scully and
the Cook County machine were at their wits' end for an
^ issue." At the very dose of the campaign ihej be-
thought themselves of the fact that the strike had been
broken by negroes, and so they sent for a South Carolina
fire-eater, the ^* jpitehfork senator," as he was called, a
man who took on his coat when he talked to working-men,
and damned and swore like a Hessian. This meeting they
advertised extensively, and the Socialisto advertised it too
— with the result that about a thousand of them were
on hand that evening. The ^pitchfork senator** stood
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898
their fofiillade of questioDB for about an hour, and then
went home in disgust, and the balance of the meeting was
a Btrictlj party affair. Jurgis, who had insisted upon com-
ing, had the time of his life that night ; he danced about and
waved his arms in his excitement — and at the very climax
he broke loose from his friends, and got out into the aisle,
and proceeded to make a speech himself! The senator
had been denying that the Democratic party was corrupt ;
it was always the Republicans who bought the votes, he
said, — ^and here was Jurgis shouting furiously, '^ It^s a lie !
It's a lie I " After which he went on to tell them how he
knew it — that he knew it because he had bought them
himself I And he would have told the '^pitchfork senator ''
all his experiences, had not Harry Adams and a friend
grabbed mm about the neck and shoved him into a seat
26
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CHAPTER XXXI
Okb of the fiiBt things that Juigis had done after he
it a job was to go and see Marija. She came down into
__e basement of the house to meet him, and he stood br
the door with his hat in his hand, saying, ** I'ye got work
now, and so you can leave here.^
But Marija only shook her head. There was nothing
else for her to do, she said, and nobody to employ her.
She oonld not keep her past a secret — girls haa tried it,
and they were always found out. There were thousands
of men who came to tins place, and sooner or later she
would meet one of them. ^ And besides," Marija added,
^I can't do anything, Tm no good — I take dope. What
could you do with me ? "
** Can't you stop ? '* Jurais cried.
*^ No,'* she answered, ^^ rll neyer stop. What's the use
of talking about it — 111 stay here tiU I die, I sniess. It's
all I'm fit for." And that was all that he could get her to
say — there was no use trying. When he tola her he
would not let Elzlneta take ner money, she answered indif*
ferently: ""Thenitll be wasted here— that's all." Her
eyelids looked heayy and her &ce was red and swollen ; he
saw that he was annoying her, that she only wanted hi^ to
go away. So he went, disappointed and sad.
Poor Jurgis was not yeiy happy in his home-life.
Elzbieta was sick a good deal now, and the boys were wild
and unruly, and yery much the worse for their life upon
the streets. But he stuck by the family neyertheless, for
they reminded him of his old happiness ; and when things
went wrong he could solace himself with a plunge into
the SocialiBt moyemant. Since his life had been caught
THE JUNGLE S9S
up into the onrrent of this c^at stream, things whioh
had before been the whole of life to him came to seem of
relatively slight importance ; his interests were elsewhere,
in the world of ideas. His oiitward life was commonplace
and uninteresting; he was just a hotel-porter, and ex-
pected to remain one while he lived; but meantime, in
the realm of thought, his life was a perpetual adventure.
There was so much to know — so many wonders to be dis*
covered I Never in all his life did Jurgis forget the day
before election, when there came a telephone message from a
friend of Harry Adams, asking him to bring Jurgis to see
him that night ; and Jurgis went, and met one of me minds
of the movement.
The invitation was from a man named Fisher, a Chicago
millionnaire who had given up his life to settiement-woK,
and had a little home in the heart of the city's slums. He
did not belong to the party, but he was in sympathy with
it; and he said that he was to have as ms guest that
night the editor of a big Eastern magazine, who wrote
^ntinst Socialism, but really did not Know what it was.
'&ie millionnaire suggested that Adams brine Jurgis along,
and then start up the subject of ^ pure food, in which md
editor was interested.
Young Fisher's home was a little twoHBtory brick house,
dingy and weather-beaten outside, but attractive within.
The room that Jurgis saw was half lined with books, and
upon the walls were many pictures, dimly visible in the
soft, yellow light ; it was a cold, rainy night, so a log-fire
was crackling in the open hearth. Seven or eight people
were gathered about it when Adams and his friend arrived,
and Jureis saw to his dismay that three of them were
ladies. He had never talked to people of this sort before,
and he fell into an agony of embarrassment. He stood in
the doorway clutching nis hat tightly in his hands, and
made a deep bow to each of the persons as he was intro-
duced ; then, when he was asked to have a seat, he took a
chair in a dark comer, and sat down upon the edge of it^
and wiped the perspiration off his forehead with his sleevOb
He was terrifiea lest they should expect him to talk.
896 THE JXTNGLE
There was the host himself, a tall, athletic joong man,
clad in evening dress, as also was the editor, a dyspeptio-
looking gentleman named Maynard. There was the
formers irail young wife, and also an elderly lady, who
taught kindergarten in the settlement, and a young college
student, a beautiful girl with an intense and earnest &ce.
She only spoke once or twice while Jurgis was there — the
rest of the time she sat by the table in the centre of the
room, resting her chin in her hands and drinking in
the conversation. There were two other men, whom young
Fisher had introduced to Jurgis as Mr. Lucas and Mr.
Schliemann ; he heard them address Adams as ^* Comrade,**
and so he knew that they were Socialists.
The one called Lucas was a mild and meek-looking little
gentleman of clerical aspect; he had been an itinerant
evangelist, it transpired, and had seen the light and be-
come a prophet of the new dispensation. He travelled dl
over the country, living like the apostles of old, upon
hospitality, and preaching upon street-comers when there
was no hall. The other man had been in the midst of h
discussion with the editor when Adams and Juigis came
in ; and at the suggestion of the host they resumed it after
the interruption. Jurg^ was soon sitting spellbound,
thinking that here was surely the strangest man that had
ever lived in the world.
Nicholas Schliemann was a Swede, a tall, gaunt person,
with hairy hands and bristling yellow beara; he was a
university man, and had been a professor of philosophy —
until, as he said, he had found that he was selling his cnar-
acter as well as his time. Instead he had come to America,
where he lived in a garret-room in this slum district, and
made volcanic energy take the place of fire. He studied
the composition of &>od-8tufFs, and knew exactly how many
proteids and carbohydrates his bodv needed; and bv
scientific chewing he said that he tripled the value of au
he ate, so that it cost him eleven cents a day. About the
first of July he would leave Chicago for ms vacation, on
foot I and when he struck the harvest-fields he would set
to work for two dollars and a half a day, and oome home
THE JUNGLE 897
'/hen he had another yearns supply — a hundred and
iwenty-five dollars. That was the nearest approach to in-
dependence a man could make ^^ under capitalism/' he ex*
plained ; he would never marry, for no sane man would
allow himself to fall in love until after the revolution.
He sat in a big arm-chair, with his legs crossed, and his
head so far in the shadow that one saw only two glowing
lights, reflected from the fire on the hearth. He spoke
simply, and utterlv without emotion ; with the manner of
a teacher setting forth to a group of scholars an axiom in
geometry, he would enunciate such propositions as made
we hair of an ordinary person rise on end. And when the
auditor had asserted his non-comprehension, he would pro-
ceed to elucidate by some new proposition, yet more appall-
ing. To Jurgis the Herr Dr. Schliemann assumed the
proportions of a thunder-storm or an earthquake. And yet,
strange as it might seem, there was a subtle bond between
them, and he could follow the argument nearly all the
time. He was carried over the dimcult places in spite of
himself; and he went plunging away in mad career— a
very Mazeppa-ride upon the wild horse Speculation.
Nicholas Schliemann was familiar with all the universe,
and with man as a small part of it. He understood human
institutions, and blew them about like soap-bubbles. It
was surprising that so much destructiveness could be con.
tained in one human mind. Was it government? The
purpose of government was the guarding of property-rights,
the perpetuation of ancient force and modem fraud. Or
was it marriage? Marriage and prostitution were two
sides of one shield, the precbtory man's exploitation of the
sex-pleasure. The difference between them was a differ*
ence of class. If a woman had money she might dictate
her own terms : equality, a life-contract, and the legitimacy
—that is, the property-rights — of her children. Ii she had
no money, she was a proletarian, and sold herself for jan ^
existence. And then the subject became Religion, which was
the Arch-fiend's deadliest weapon. Government oppressed
the body of the wagenslave, out Religion oppressed hk
mind, and poisoned the stream of progress at its source
I
400 THE JXTNGLB
and Lovet That dreadful night when he lay in the Oarden
of Gethsemane and writhed in agony until ne sweat blood
—do you think that he saw anything worse than he might
see to-night upon the plains of A^tnchuria, where men
march out with a jewelled imam of him before them, to do
wholesale murder for the benem of foul monsters of sen-
suality and cruelty? Do you not know that if he were in
St. Petersburg now, he would take the whip with which
he drove out the bankers from his temple —
Here the speaker paused an instant for breath. ^No,
comrade," said the other, dryl^, ^* for he was a practical
man. He would take pretty little imitation-lemons, such
as are now being shipped into Russia, handy for carrying
in the pockets, and strong enough to blow a whole temple
out of sight.'*
Lucas waited until the company had stopped laughing
over this ; then he began again : *^ But look at it from the
point of view of practical politics, comrade. Here is an
nistorical figure wnom ail men reverence and love, whom
some regard as divine ; and who was one of us — who lived
our life, and taught our doctrine. And now shall we leave
him in the hands of his enemies — shall we allow them to
stifle and stultify his example ? We have his words, which
no one can deny; and shall we not quote them to the
people, and prove to them what he was, and what he taughti
and what he did? No, nO|— a tJiousand times not — we
shall use his authority to turn out the knaves and slug-
gards from his ministry, and we shall yet rouse the people
to action 1 — **
Lucas halted again; and the other stretched out his
hand to a paper on the table. ^ Here, comrade,'* he said,
with a laugh, ^* here is a place for you to begin. A bishop
whose wife has just been robbed of fifty thousand dollars'
^^ worth of diamonds I And a most unctuous and oilv of
bishops I An eminent and scholarly bishop t A philan«
thropist and friend of labor bishop— -a Civic Federation
decoy-duck for the chloroforming of the wage-working*
man I**
To this little passage of arms the rest of the company sa*
THE JTTNOLB 401
as speotators* Bat now Mr. Maynaid, the editor, took oo«
casion to remark, somewhat naively, that he had always
understood that Socialists had a cut-and-dried programme
for the future of ciyilization; whereas here were two active
members of the party, who, from what he could make out,
were agreed about nothing at alL Would the two, for his
enlightenment, try to ascertain just what they had in com-
mon, and why they belonged to the same party ? This
resulted, after much debating, in the formulatinfi^ of two .
carefully worded propositions s First, that a Socialist be*
Ueves in the common ownership and democratic manage*
ment of the means of producing the necessities of life ; andf
second, that a socialist believes that the means by which
this is to be brought about is the dass^^nscious political
organization of the wage-earners. Thus far they were at
one; but no farther. To Lucas, the religious zealot,
the co()perative commonwealth was the New Jerusalem,
the kingdom of Heaven, which is ^ within you/' To the
other. Socialism was simply a necessary step toward a
far-distant goal, a step to be tolerated with impatience.
Schliemann called himself a ** philosophic anarchist*'; and
he explained that an anarchist was one who believed that
the end of human existence was the free development of
every personality, unrestricted by laws save those of its
own being. Since the same kind of matoh would light
every one^s fire and the same-shaped loaf of bread would
fill ever^ one's stomach, it would be perfectly feasible to
submit industry to the control of a majority vote. There ^
was only one earth, and the quantity of material thines "^
was limited. Of intellectual and moral things, on the
other hand, there was no limit, and one could have more
without another's having less ; hence ^ Communism in
material production, anarchism in intellectual," was the
formula of modern proletarian thought. As soon as the \\
birth-agony was over, and the wounds of society had been u
healed, there would be esteblished a simple system whereby i i
each man was credited with his labor and debited witih his
purchases ; and after that the processes of production, ex-
change, and consumption would go on automatically, and
402 THE JXTNOIS
without our being conscious of them, any more (ban a man
isoonscious of the oeating of his heart. Aiid then, explained
Schliemann, society womd break up into independent, self*
governing communities of mutually congenial persons i
examples of which at present were clubs, cnurches, and po-
litical parties. After the revolution, all the intellectiud,
artistic, and spiritual activities of men would be cared for
by such ^^ free associations '^ ; romantic novelists would be
supported by those who liked to read romantic novels, and
impressionist painters would be supported by those who
liked to look at impressionist pictures — and the same with
preachers and scientists, editors and actors and musicians.
if any one wanted to work or paint or prav, and could find
no one to maintain him, he could support himself by wort
inff part of the time. That was the case at present, the
omy difference being that the competitive wam-eystem
compelled a man to work all the time to live, while, after
the abolition of privilege and exploitation, any one would
be able to support himself by an hour^s work a day. Also
the artist's audience of the present was a small minority
of people, all debased and vulgarized by the effort it had
cost them to win in the commercial battle; of the intellec-
tual and artistic activities which would result when the
whole of mankind was set free from the nightmare of com-
petition, we could at present form no conception what
ever.
And then the editor wanted to know upon what ground
Dr. Schliemann asserted that it might be possible for a society
to exist upon an hour's toil by each of its members. ^ Just
what,*' answered the other, ^ would be the productive
capacitg^ of society if the present resources of science were
utdizeo, we have no means of ascertaining; but we may be
sure it would exceed anything that would sound reasonable
to minds inured to the ferocious barbarities of Capitalism.
After the triumph of the intemationid proletariat, war
would of course be inconceivable ; and who can figure the
cost of war to humanity — not merely the value of the
lives and the material tliat it destroys, not merely the cost
of keeping millions of men in idxeness, of arming and
IVV JUNQLE 40S
aqtdpping them for battle and parade, but the drain
upon the vital energies of society by the war-attitnde and
the war-terror, the brutality and ignorance, the drunken-
ness, prostitution, and crime it entails, the industrial impo
tence and the moral deadness? Do you think that it
would be too much to say that two hours of the working
time of every efficient member of a community goes to
feed the red fiend of war ? **
And then Schliemann went on to outline some of the ||
wastes of competition : the losses of industrial warfare ; H
the' ceaseless worry and friction ; the vices — such as drink,
for instanoe, the use of which had nearly doubled in twenty
years, as a consequence of the intensification of the eco-
nomic struggle ; the idle and unproductive members of the
community, the frivolous rich and the pauperized poor;
the law and the whole machinery of repression ; the wastes
of social ostentation, the milliners and tailors, the hair-
dressers, dancing masters, chefs and lackers. ^^ Tou under«
stand," he said, ^^ that in a society dominated by the fact
of commercial competition, money is necessarily the test
of prowess, and wastefulness the sole criterion of power.
So we have, at the present moment, a society with, say,
thirty per cent of the population occupied in producing
useless articles, and one per cent occupied in destroying
them. And this is not all ; for the servants and panders
of the parasites are also parasites, the milliners and the
jewellers and the lackeys have also to be supported by the
aseful members of the community. And Dear in mind
jlso that tins monstrous disease affects not merely the
idlers and their menials, its poison penetrates the whole
social body. Beneath the hundred thousand women of
the elite are a million middle-class women, miserable
because they are not of the ^lite, and trying to appear of
it in public; and beneath them, in turn, are five million
farmers' wives reading ^fashion papers* and trimming
bonnets, and shop-girls and serving-maids selling them-
selves into brothels for cheap jewellery and imitation seal«
skin robes. And then consider uiat, added to this
competition in display, you have, like oil on the flames, a
404
THE JUNGLE
J
whole BjBtem of competition in eelling I Yon have mann*
£Eu;tareP8 contriving tens of thoneands of catchpenny
devices, storekeepers displaying them, and newspapers and
magazines filled np with advertisements of them I"
^^ And don't forget the wastes of fraad," pnt in young
Fisher.
^^When one comes to the nltra-modem profession <^
advertising," responded Schliemann, — ^^ the science of p«p>
suading people to bny what they do not want, — ^he is in
the very centre of the ghastly chamel-honse of capitalist
destmctiveness, and he scarcely knows which of a dozen
horrors to point oat first* Bat consider the waste in time
and ene^y incidental to makinj^ ten thonsand varieties of
a thing for purposes of ostentation and snobbishness, whore
one variety would do for use! Consider all the waste
incidental to the manufacture of cheap qualities of goods,
of goods made to sell and deceive the ignorant; consider
the wastes of adulteration, — the shoddy clothing, the
cotton blankets, the unstable tenements, the ground-cork
life-preservers, the adulterated milk, the analine soda-water,
the potato-flour sausages — ^
"Ind consider the moral aspects of the thing,'' put in
the ex-preacher.
" Precisely,'' said Schliemann; "the low knavery and the
ferocious cruelty incidental to them, the plotting and the
lying and the bribing, the blustering and bragging,
tne screaming ^otism, the hurrying and worrying. Of
course, imitata on and adulterati on are the essence of com-
peti^ioif-~jl3Li^gre-bat-«totfae r iorm of the g hig^en o bu y^
n u, tfarf sefa^pestm l tik e lr and s uft in jhedeare s t? ^Tgovem-
"ment ofliciai has ^at e d ihirtT theiiation suners a loss of a
billion and a quarter dollars a year through adulterated
foods; which means, of course, not only materials wasted
that might have been useful outside of tne human stomach,
but doctors and nurses for people who would otherwise
have been well, and undertakers for the whole human race
ten or twenty years before the proper time. Then again,
consider the waste of time and energy reouired to sell
these things in a dozen stores, where one would do. There
THE JIJNOLE 405
are a million or two of business firms in the country, and
five or ten times as many clerks ; and consider the hand-
ling and rehandling, the accounting and reaccounting, the
{>lanning and worrying, the balancing of petty profit and
OSS. Consider the whole machinery of the civil law made
necessaiT by these processes; the libraries of ponderous
tomes, the courts ana juries to interpret them, the lawyers
studying to circumvent them, the pettifogging and ohi«
caneiy, the hatreds and lies I Consider me wastes
incidental to the blind and haphazard production of com*
modities, — the factories closed, the worsers idle, the goods
spoiling in storage; consider the activities of the stock-
manipijJator, the paralyzing of whole industries, the over-
stimulation of others, lor speculative purposes ; the assign-
ments and bank-failures, the crises and panics, the deserted
towns and the starving populations I Consider the ener-
gies wasted in the seeKing of markets, the sterile trades,
such as drummer^ solicitor, bill-poster, advertising a^ent*
Consider the wastes incidental to the crowding into cities,
made necessary by competition and by monopoly railroad*
rates ; consider the slums, die bad air, the disease and the
waste of vital energies ; consider the office-buildings, the
waste of time and material in the pilii^ of story upon story,
and the burrowing underground! Then take the whole
business of instirance, the enormous mass of administrative
and clerical labor it involves, and all utter waste — "
^ I do not follow that," said the editor.
^The Cooperative Commonwealth is a universal auto* A
matic insurance company and savings-bank for aU its mem- ) /
bers. Capital being the property of all, injuiy to it is
shared by all and made up by all. The bank is the uni-
versal government credit-account, tht ledger in which
eveiy individual's earnings and spendings are balanced
There is also a universal government bulletin, in which are
liste,d and precisely described everything which the com
monwealth has for sale. As no one m^es any profit by
the sale, there is no longer any stimulus to extravagance
and no misrepresentation ; no cheating, no adulteration or
imitation, no oribery or 'grafting.* '*
406 THE JUKOLB
** How is tlie price of an article detenninedf **
^ The price is Uie labor it has cost to make and deliTer
it, and it is determined hy the first principles of arithmetic.
The million workers in the nation's wheat-fields have
worked a hundred days each, and the total product of the
labor is a lullion bushels, so the yalue of a bushel of wheat
is the tenth nart of a fkrm labor-day. If we employ an
arbitrary symool, and pay, say, fiye doUais a day for farm-
work, then the cost of a bushel of wheat is fifty cents.'*
** You say ' for farm-work,' " said Mr. Maynard. ** Then
labor is not to be paid alike ?"
^ Manifestly not, since some work is easy and some hard,
and we should haye millions of rural mail-carriers, and no
coal-miners. Of course the wages may be left the same,
and the hours yaried; one or we other will haye to be
yaried continually, according as a greater or less number
of workers is neeaed in any particmar industry. That is
precisely what is done at present, except that the transfer
of the workers is accomplished bUndly and imperfectly, hj
rumors and adyertisements, instead of instantly and com-
pletely, by a uniyersal goyemment bulletin."
^ How about those occupations in which time is difficult
to calculate? What is the labor cost of a book? "
^ Obyiously it is the labor cost of the paper, printing, and
binding of it — about a fifth of its present cost."
**And the author?"
^I haye already said that the state could not control in.
tellectual production. The state might say that it had
taken a year to write the book, and the author might say it
had taken thirty. Goethe said that eyery ban mot of his had
cost a purse of gold. What I outline here is a national
or rather international, system for the providing of the
material needs of men. Since a man has intellectual needs
also, he will work lon^r, earn more, and provide for them
to his own taste and m his own way. I live on the same
earth as the majority, I wear the same kind of shoes and
sleep in the same kind of bed ; but I do not think the same
kind of thoughts, and I do not wish to pay for such think-
ers as the majority selects. I wish suon things to be left
THE JUNGLE 40r
to £ree effort, as at present. If people want to listen to a
certain pieacher, they get together and contribute what
they please, and pay for a choroh and support the preacher,
and wen listen to him ; I, who do not want to listen to
him, stay away, and it costs me nothing. In the same way
there are magazines about Egyptian coins, and Catholic
saints, and flying machines, ana athletic records, and I
know nothing arout any of them. On the other hand, if
wagCHBlayery were abolished, and I could earn some spare
money without paying tribute to an exploiting capitalisti
then there would be a magazine for the purpose of inter-
preting and popularizing the eospel bf Friedrich Nietzsche,
the prophet of Evolution, ana also of Horace Fletcher, the
inventor of ihe noble science of clean eating ; and inciden*
tally, perhaps, for the discouraging of long skirts, and the
scientLKc breeding of men and women, and the establishing
of divorce by mutual consent.'*
Dr. Schliemann paused for a moment. ^That was a
lecture," he said with a laugh, ^and yet I am only
beguni*'
^ What else is there ? '* asked Maynard.
^ I have pointed out some of the negative wastes of
competition, answered the other. ^^I have hardly men- i
tioned the positive economies of cooperation. Allowing
five to a family, there are fifteen million families in thip
country ; and at least ten million of these live separately,
the domestic drudge being either the wife or a wage-slave.
Now set aside the modem system of pneumatic house-clean*
ing, and the economies of coopei*ative cooking ; and con*
sider one single item^ the washing of dishes. Surely it is
moderate to say that the dish-washing for a family of five
takes half an hour a day ; with ten hours as a day's work,
it takes, therefore, half a million able-bodied persons-^
mostly women — to do the dish-washing of the country.
And note that this is most filthy and deadening and brutal-
izing work; that it is a cause of ansemia, nervousness,
ugliness, and ill-temper ; of prostitution, suicide, and insan*
ity; of drunken husbands and degenerate children — for
all of which things the community has naturally to pay.
410 THE JUNGLE
mption ; aBd mie of the oonseqaenoes of eivic adminisiim.
tion by iffnorant and vicious politioiana, is that preventable
diseases lill off half our population. And even if science
weie allowed to try, it could do little, because the maiority
of human beings are not yet human beings at all, but simply
machines for me creatii4r of wealth for others. They are
penned up in filthy houses and left to rot and stew in
misery, and the conditions of their life make them ill faster
than all the doctors in the world could heal them , and so,
of course, they remain as centres of contagion, poisoning
the lives of aU of us, and making happiness impossible for
even the most selfish. For this reason I would seriously
maintain that all the medical and surgical discoveries that
science can make in the future will be of less importance
than the application of the knowled^ we already possess,
when the disinherited of the earth have estaUished their
right to a human existence.'*
And here the Herr Doctor relapsed into silence again.
Jurgis had noticed that the beautiful young girl who sat
by the centre-table was listening with someming of the
same look that he himself had worn, the time when he had
first discovered Socialism. Jurgis would have liked to talk
to her, he felt sure that she would have understood lum.
Later on in the evening, when the group broke up, he
heard Mrs. Fisher say to her, in a low voice, ^^ I woncUr if
Mr. Maynard will still write the same things about Social-
ism ; " to which she answered, ^^ I don't know — but if he
does we shall kno^ that he is a knave I "
And only a few hours after this came election day — when
the Ion? campai^ was over, and the whole country seemed
to stand still and hold its breath, awaiting the issue. Jur-
gis and the rest of the staff of Hinds's Hotel could hardly
stop to finish their dinner, before they hurried off to the
big hall which the party had hired for that evening.
But already there were people waiting, and already the
telegraph instrument on the stage had Begun clickinfr off
THE JX7NGLB 411
the retiiiM. When the final aooounts were made up, the
Sociidist vote proved to be over four hundred thousand —
an increase of something like three hundred and fifty per
cent in four years. And that was doing well; but the party
was dependent for its early returns upon messages from
the loccds, and naturally those locals which had teen most
successful were the ones which felt most like reporting ;
and so that night every one in the hall believed that the
vote was going to be six, or seven, or even ei^ht hundred
thousand. Just such an incredible increase had actually
been made in Chicago, and in the state ; the vote of tbie
city had been 6700 in 1900, and now it was 47,000 ; that
of Illinois had been 9600, and now it was 69,000 1 So, as
the evening waxed, and the crowd piled in, the meeting
was a sight to be seen. Bulletins would be read, and the
people would shout themselves hoarse ; and then some one
would make a speech, and there would be more shouting ;
and then a brief sUence, and more bulletins. There womd
come messages from the secretaries of neighboring states,
reporting their achievements; the vote of Indiana md gone
from 2300 to 12,000; of Wisconsin from 7000 to 28,000; of
Ohio from 4800 to 86,000 1 There were telegrams to the
national office from enthusiastic individuals in littie towns
which had made amazing and unprecedented increases in a
single year : Benedict, Kansas, bom 26 to 260 ; Hender-
son, Kentucky, from 19 to 111 ; Holland, Michigan, from
14 to 208 ; Cleo, Oklahoma, from to 104 ; Martin's
Ferry, Ohio, from to 296 — and many more of the
same kind. There were literally hundreds of such towns ;
there would be reports from half a dozen of them in a
single batch of telegrams. And the men who read the
despatches off to the audience were old campaigners, who
had been to the places and helped to make the vote, and
could make appropriate comments : Quincy, Illinois, from
189 to 881 — that was where the mayor had arrested a
Socialist speaker I Crawford County, Kansas, from 285 to
1975; that was the home of the ^^ Appeal to Reason 'M
Battle Creek, Michigan, from 4261 to 10,184; that was the
answer of labor to the Citizens' Alliance Movement I
y
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412 ; THE JXJNGLE
And then there were official retoms from the varions
Sioincts and wards of the city^ itself I Whether it was a
tory district or one of the ^^ silk-stocking " wards seemed
to make no particular difference in the increase ; but one
of the things which surprised the party leaders most was
the tremendous vote that came rolling in from the stock-
yards. Packingtown comprised three wards of the city,
and the vote in the spring of 1903 had been five hundred,
and in the fall of the same year, sixteen hundred. Now,
only a year later, it was over sixty-three hundred — and
the Democratic vote only eighty-eight hundred I There
were other wards in which the Democratic vote had been
actually surpassed, and in two districts, members of the
state legislature had been elected. Thus Chicago now led
the country; it had set a new standard for tte party, it
had shown the working-men the way I
— So spoke an orator upon the platform ; and two thou-
sand pairs of eyes were fixed upon him, and two thousand
voices were cheering his every sentence. The orator had
been the head of the city's relief bureau in the stockyards,
until the sight of misery and corruption had made him
sick. He was young, hung^ry-looking, full of fire ; and as
he swung his long arms and beat up the crowd, to Jurgis
he seemed the very spirit of the revolution. ^ Oiganize I
Organize I Organize! — that was his cry. He was afraid
of this tremenaous vote, which his JP&rty had not expected,
and which it had not earned. ^ These men are not So-
cialists I '' he cried. *^ This election will pass, and the ex-
citement will die, and people will forget about it ; and if
you forget about it, too, if you sink back and rest upon
your oars, we shall lose this vote that we have polled to-
day, and our enemies will laugh us to scorn I It rests with
you to take your resolution — now, in the flush of victory,
to find these men who have voted for us, and bring them
to our meetings, and organize them and bind them to us I
We shall not find all our campaigns as easy as this one.
Everywhere in the country to-night the old party politi-
cians are studying this vote, and setting their sails by it ;
and nowhere will they be quicker or more canning than
THE JUNGLE 418
here in onr own oit j> Fifty thouEand Sor ialist votes in
Chicago means a manioipal-ownerahip iOemocracy in
the Bpiing 1 And then they will fool the voters once more,
and all the powers of plunder and corruption will be swept
into ofGce agtunl But whatever they may do when ther
get in, then is one thing tiiey will not do, and that will
be the thing for which uey were elected I They will not
give the people of our city municipal ownership — they
will not mean to do it, they will not try to do it; all th^
they will do is give our party in Chicago the greatest
opportunity that Las ever come to Socialism in America I
Wq shall have the sham reformers self -stultified and self-
convicted; we shall have the radical Democracy left with*
out a lie with which to cover its nakedness I And then
will begin the rush that will never be checked, the tide
that wiU never turn till it has reached its flood — Uiat will
be irresistible, overwhelming — the rallying of the out-
raged working-men of Chicago to our standard 1 And we
shall oiganize them, we shall drill them, we shall marshal
them for the victory I We shall bear down the opposition,
we shall sweep it before us — and Chicago will oe ouist
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By Upton Sinclaix'
A STUDY of Supematuralism as a Source of Income and a
Shield to Privilege; the first examination in any language
of institutionalized religion from the economic point of
view. "Has the labour as well as the merit of breaking virgin
soil/' writes Joseph McCabe. The book has had practically no
advertising and only two or three reviews in radical publications;
yet forty thousand copies have been sold in the first year.
From the Rev, John Haynes Holmes: "I must confess that it has lurly
made me writhe to read these pages, not because they are untrue or un-
fair, but on the contrary, because I know them to be the real facts. I
love the church as I love my home, and therefore it is no pleasant expe-
rience to be made to face such a storr as this which ^rou nave told. It
had to be done, however, and I am glaa you have done it, for my interest
in the church, after all, is more or less incidental, whereas my interest in
religion is a fundamental thing. . . . Let me repeat again that I feel
that you have done us all a service in the writing of this book. Our
thurches today, like those of ancient Palestine, are the abode of Phariseea
and scribes. It is as spiritual and helpful a thing now aa it was in
Jesus' day for that fact to be revealed."
From Luther Burbank: "No one has ever told Hhe truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth' more faithfully than Upton Sinclair in
'The Pro£u of Religion.' "
From Louis Untermeyer: "I«et me add my quavering alto to the chorus
of applause of 'The Profits of Religion.' It is something more than a
book— it is a Work!"
UPTON SINCLAIR
Pasadena, California
The Brass Check
A Study of American JournaliMm
Who owns the press and why?
WHEN you read your daily paper^ are you reading
facta or propaganda? And whose propaganda?
Who furnishes the raw material for your tiioughts about
life? Is it honest material?
No man can ask more important questions than these;
and here for the first time the questions are answered in
a book.
The first edition of this book^ 28^000 copies^ was sold
out two weeks after publication. Paper could not be ob-
tained for printing, and a carload of brown wrapping
paper was used. The printings to date amount to 144^000
Copies. The book is being published in Great Britain and
colonies^ and in translations in Germany, France, Holland,
Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Italy, Hungary and Japan.
HERMANN BESSEMER, in the "Neues Joumal/' Vienna:
"Upton Sinclair deals with names, only with names, with
balances, with flgrures, with documents, a truly stunningTt
gigantic fact-material. His book is an armored military train
which with rushing pistons roars through the Jungle of
American monster-lies, whistling, roaring, shooting, chop-
ping off with Berserker rage the oDScene heads of these evils.
A breath-taking, clutching, frightful book."
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"I am writing to thank you for sending me a copy of your
new book, 'The Brass Check.' Although it arrived only a few
days ago, I have already read it through, every word, and
have loaned it to one of my colleagues for reading. The book
Is tremendous. I have never read a more strongly consistent
argument or one so formidably buttressed by facts. You have
proved your case to the handle. I again take satisfaction in
saluting you not only as a great novelist, but as the ablest
pamphleteer in America today. I am already passing around
the word In my church and taking orders for the oook." —
John Haynes Efolmes.
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<< T IMMIE HIGGINS" is the feUow who does the hard work
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