The Jungle | #14
So often this mood would come to Ona, in the night time, when something wakened her; she would lie, afraid of the beating of her own heart, fronting the blood-red eyes of the old primeval terror of life.
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The Jungle | #13
And now he died. Perhaps it was the smoked sausage he had eaten that morning—which may have been made out of some of the tuberculous pork that is taken out at the bottom of the tank.
The Jungle | #12
Little Kotrina was like most children of the poor, prematurely made old; she had to take care of her little brother and sister, both of them cripples, and also of the baby, and of Jurgis.
The Jungle | #11
...what possible chance has a poor foreign working-girl to understand the banking business, as it is conducted in the in this land of frenzied finance?
The Jungle | #10
...and so she was always chasing up the phantom of good health, and losing it because she was too poor to continue.
The Jungle | #9
...and then the pluckers had to pull out this wool with their bare hands, till the acid had eaten their fingers off.
The Jungle | #8
So out of all this nightmare of horror there was borne a new vision, a new hope; there was a gleam of light in the midnight sky, and men cried out that it was a dawn.
The Jungle | #7
The whole country was a lie; its freedom was a lie, a snare for pauper workingmen; its prosperity was a lie of rich employers, its justice was a lie of grafting politicians.
The Jungle | #6
...but it seemed a shame that life was so very hard for poor people—there was no way they could keep alive in the world.
The Jungle | #5
All of these were sinister incidents, but none of them were so bad as some that Jurgis saw with his own eyes before long.