The Jungle eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 550 pages of information about The Jungle.

These, however, were all slight matters to a man who had escaped from Durham’s fertilizer mill.  Jurgis began 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 minutes, he had three minutes to study between each trip.  Jurgis felt jealous of this fellow; for that was the sort of thing he himself had dreamed of, two or three years ago.  He might do it even yet, if he had a fair chance—­he might 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! he would show them how he could appreciate it.  He laughed to himself as he thought how he would hang on to this job!

And then one afternoon, the ninth of his work in the place, when he went to get his overcoat he saw a group of men crowded before a placard on the door, and when he went over and asked what it was, they told him that beginning with the morrow his department of the harvester works would be closed until further notice!

Chapter 21

That was the way they did it!  There was not half an hour’s warning—­the works were closed!  It had happened that way before, said the men, and it would happen that way forever.  They had made all the harvesting machines that the world needed, and now they had to wait till some wore out!  It was nobody’s fault—­that was the way of it; and thousands of men and women were turned out in the dead of winter, to live upon their savings 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!

Jurgis walked home-with his pittance of pay in his pocket, heartbroken, overwhelmed.  One more bandage had been torn from his eyes, one more pitfall was revealed to him!  Of what help was kindness and decency on the part of employers—­when they could not keep a job for him, when there were more harvesting machines made than the world was able to buy!  What a hellish mockery it was, anyway, that a man should slave to make harvesting machines for the country, only to be turned out to starve for doing his duty too well!

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