The Jungle eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 445 pages of information about The Jungle.

From all of these things Jurgis was saved because of Ona.  He never would take but the one drink at noontime; 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 night he 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 bag of coal upon his shoulder.  Home was not a very attractive 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 enough 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 school.  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 would 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 sleep 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 center, and causing a fight.  This old house with the leaky weatherboards 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 everything was black; perhaps they would hear it yelling outside, 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 hide from it, all in vain.  It would come, and it would come; a grisly thing, a specter born in the black caverns of terror; a power primeval, cosmic, shadowing 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 would be no one to hear them if they cried out; there would be no help, no mercy.  And so 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.

Chapter 8

Yet even by this deadly winter the germ of hope was not to be kept from sprouting in their hearts.  It was just at this time that the great adventure befell Marija.

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